jueves, 5 de marzo de 2026

The world's King

 






The world's King

 

By BenGavarre

 

CHARACTERS:



 

 

  • THE PRESIDENT: Pluto, a man with bright orange hair, an impossibly long tie, and an ill-fitting blue suit. He believes he is the strongest man on the planet.
  • ENDORA: His former Chief of Staff. Realist, cold, and tired of diplomatic disasters.
  • MELANY: His current Press Secretary. She only wants him to look good on camera and hides reality from him.
  • DOCTOR Q: A government scientist and polling expert who no longer knows how to deliver bad news.
  • MARCUS BLINDY: A Secret Service agent with a worn-out uniform.
  • HILARY: The White House cleaning lady.





ONE ACT

MARCUS BLONDY: (Banging the floor with a golden rifle) — Attention! His Excellency, the Strongest President in History, Commander of the Greatest Nation on Earth, and Owner of all Luxury Hotels! Clap loudly!

(The President enters heavily, swaying his shoulders like a boxer. He stops to fix his orange hair in the reflection of a silver serving tray).

PRESIDENT: — Good morning everyone. Today is a fantastic day. I have decided we are buying Antarctica. It’s a very big block of ice, very beautiful. I’ll put my name on it in neon letters.

ENDORA: — Sir, you cannot buy Antarctica. It is not for sale, and besides, we have no allies left. This morning you broke the treaty with all neighboring nations because the Prime Minister of the North didn't want to pay for your cheeseburger.

PRESIDENT: — They are weak! Losers! I am a very stable genius. If they don't give me the North Pole and the Antarctic…  I will put tariffs on the air they breathe. I am the greatest negotiator.

MELANY: — (Adjusting a ring light) — You look splendid, Mr. President! Don't listen to ENDORA. Social media says you own the sun. Look at that tan!

DOCTOR: — (Entering with a binder full of red charts) — Mr. President, I regret to inform you that your mandate over reality has ended. The sky is cracking because you ordered the rain to fall upwards. Your allies have blocked your phone number and have formed an alliance to never invite you to dinner again.

PRESIDENT: — That is fake news! It's a witch hunt! I am very strong. MARCUS BLONDY, go tell the Prime Minister of the North that the North Pole is now my private backyard. I want to put a golf course on the permafrost.

MARCUS BLONDY: — Sir, I cannot go. The limo is out of gas because our supply has been cut off. And besides, the Prime Minister says if you threaten him again, he’ll revoke the password to your favorite streaming service.

PRESIDENT: — (Throwing a tantrum) — It's a conspiracy! I'm the big guy here. Look at my hands! They are conqueror hands. If they don't give me Antarctica, I'm going to hold my breath until everyone else disappears.

ENDORA: — You have no one left to threaten. You are alone in this crumbling palace. Look at that crack in the wall: it's the national debt and international scorn coming in to get you.

PRESIDENT: — (Sitting in his swivel chair, which squeaks loudly) — It's not a crack, it's modern design. I ordered it! HILARY, bring my cheeseburgers, BRING MY COKE. I have to plan the invasion of the glaciers. I have to plan the invasion of Patagoly, Verysola, Vaticanus and Soviet Union… I want to be the new Pope, I can be a great Pope.

HILARY: — No more cheeseburgers, boss. The butcher says you owe him three trillion dollars and he'd rather give the meat to the neighboring countries you call "losers." Besides, I can't clean the room because the water pipes froze due to your bad climate policies.

PRESIDENT: — Unacceptable! I want my penguins! I want polar bears with my logo on their chests. Doctor, give me an immortality pill. I have to rule the ice forever.

DOCTOR Q: — There are no pills for delusions of grandeur, sir. Your time is running out. In an hour, your name will be scrubbed from search engines. Your former allies are already throwing a party you weren't invited to.

PRESIDENT: — (Voice trembling but still arrogant) — They will regret it! I am the strongest man who ever lived! Look at me! (He tries to stand up but trips over his own long tie). MELANY, tell me I'm strong. Tell me the North Pole belongs to me!

MELANY: — (Checking her phone, distracted) — Yeah, yeah, whatever... but I'm out of battery. And my contract says I don't work for presidents with fake followers. Bye. (MELANY disappears in a cloud of digital smoke).

PRESIDENT: — Come back here! You're fired! I fire you all! ENDORA, bring my map. I'm going to draw a new line so Antarctica is next to my summer resort.

ENDORA: — The map is blank, sir. You erased all the other countries because you didn't like their flags. Now walk into the darkness. Your empire of noise and threats has gone silent.

PRESIDENT: — (Alone, in the center of the room, as the lights fail) — But... but I am the greatest... I am the big guy! You can't do this to me! I invented winter! Antarctica is mine!... Is anyone there? Are you watching me? What are my ratings?

(The President stands motionless, staring at a television screen showing only static. The walls of the room disappear, revealing a cold, white void. The President shrinks until he vanishes completely. Only his long orange tie remains on the floor).

MARCUS BLONDY: — The President has logged off. God save... someone, EHEM,  who knows how to read a briefing book!

 

CURTAIN


 


miércoles, 4 de marzo de 2026

THREES-A-MOON (LUNA DE TRES) A short comedy of asphalt, dead zones, and third wheels.

 












THREES-A-MOON

(LUNA DE TRES)

A short comedy of asphalt, dead zones, and third wheels.

BY GAVARRE BENJAMIN


INDAUTOR



Characters:

  • MARCO: The boyfriend. High-strung, intense, deeply in love.

  • SOL: Codependent, loving, slightly hysterical.

  • BETO: The tow-truck driver. Chill, a "road sage," a guardian angel in greasy overalls.




SCENE 1: THE DESERT AND THE RADIATOR

EXT. LONELY HIGHWAY (MOJAVE DESERT) - DAY

A vintage convertible (or just a piece of junk) is pulled over on the shoulder. Thick white smoke billows from the hood. The landscape is pure Mad Max: shimmering heat waves, Joshua trees, and an endless ribbon of melting asphalt.

MARCO (Waving his phone in the air)

Nothing! Not even a single bar! This desert is a black hole for LTE! Verizon has forsaken us at the worst possible moment in human history!

SOL (Hugging him from behind, clinging like a koala)

Calm down, baby. The universe is sending us a signal… that we don’t need signals. It’s a forced spiritual retreat.

MARCO

Sol, the "universe" just fried our radiator. Let go of me for a second! The friction is making my body temperature hit a hundred and ten!

SOL (Squeezing tighter)

No! If I let go, I feel like I’ll lose you in the vastness of the Mojave. Besides, I have to pee.

MARCO

Fine, go behind that bush. There’s about three thousand miles of identical bushes right there.

SOL

Alone? Are you crazy? What if a Mojave Green rattlesnake bites me? What if I get abducted by a desert cult? You have to come with me and hold my hand while the "act" happens. If you don’t go, I don’t go. And if my bladder explodes, it’ll be our first marital tragedy.


SCENE 2: THE HIERARCHY OF PRIORITIES

A car streaks past at 90 mph. Marco jumps, waving his arms like a madman. The car doesn’t even slow down, leaving them in a cloud of grit and dust.

MARCO (Coughing)

Son of a—! That’s the third one! Nobody stops! Humanity is CRUEL AND HEARTLESS!

SOL

It’s because we aren’t projecting "trustworthy vibes." Give me the phone. As soon as I get a signal, I’m calling my mom.

MARCO (Freezes)

Your mom? Is your mom a mechanic? Does she carry a hydraulic jack in her purse? The first call goes to AAA or a 24/7 roadside service!

SOL

My mom needs to know I’m alive! If I don’t check in every four hours, she gets heart palpitations. It’s called "emotional hierarchy," Marco. She’ll know what to do.

MARCO

It’s called "survival hierarchy!" First the mechanic, then the insurance, then a therapist for us… and in the year 2077, your mother!


SCENE 3: THE MIRACLE OF THE "SINGLE BAR"

Suddenly, Marco’s phone lets out a sharp BEEP. They both dive for the device, cheek to cheek, wrestling for it.

MARCO

Signal! One bar! Let me call for a tow!

SOL (Manages to snatch the phone)

It’s my turn to use the thumb! Mommy! Mommy!

MARCO (Screaming at the receiver that Sol is holding away)

SOL’S MOM! TELL YOUR DAUGHTER TO HANG UP AND CALL A TOW TRUCK! WE ARE DEHYDRATING!

SOL (On the phone, sweet voice, ignoring Marco)

Mommy? Hi, mom! No, no… we’re fine. Well, the car died, we’re in the middle of nowhere… What? The fern in the living room turned yellow? No way! Did you use the iron supplements I told you about?

MARCO (Kneels on the burning asphalt, praying)

Lord, take me now. Don’t wait for the heatstroke. Take me before they start talking about lasagna recipes.

SOL (Into the phone)

Yes, mom… Marco says the world doesn’t end without a cell phone, he says it feels so liberating to be disconnected… Can you hear that? He’s doing a performance piece on the ground. Yes, very artistic, but not very practical… She said she’s going to light a candle for us, Marco. Spiritual support is way more powerful than a tow truck. Have some faith. Bye, mom. Love you more.

The signal vanishes. Marco looks at the phone with a terrifying calmness.


SCENE 4: THE SACRIFICE OF THE IPHONE

MARCO

"The world doesn’t end without a cell phone"? Is that what you said? You’re right. THEN WE DON’T NEED THIS TRASH!

Marco places the phone on the asphalt and gives it an epic stomp. The phone, in its "military-grade" shockproof case, bounces and flies away unscathed.

MARCO

Oh! You think you’re tough? Watch us get liberated!

Marco starts jumping on the phone with both feet, doing a rage-filled tap dance. The phone remains intact.

SOL

Marco, you’re embarrassing yourself. Also, the photo of our first anniversary toast was on there.

MARCO (Panting)

It’s… unbreakable! Just like our relationship! Damn this high-resistance technology!


SCENE 5: THE ORACLE OF THE ROUTE

It’s late. The sun is setting, turning the desert into a bruised purple. Suddenly, a TOW TRUCK appears, amber lights flashing. It pulls up. BETO climbs down.

BETO

Trouble in paradise?

MARCO (Almost crying)

Take the car. Take us. Take us anywhere with Wi-Fi and two or three private bathrooms.


SCENE 6: THE MOBILE THERAPY CABIN

INT. TOW TRUCK CABIN - NIGHT

Beto drives. Sol and Marco are squeezed next to him, practically sitting on top of each other due to the lack of space. Their car is hooked to the back, bouncing along.

MARCO (To Sol)

I wanted us to be free! I wanted our honeymoon to be just you, me, and nature!

SOL

What you wanted was a textbook temper tantrum! Beto, do you think it’s normal for a man to stomp on an iPhone 15 Pro Max because of an existential crisis?

BETO (Eyes on the road)

Look, kids… I’ve towed a lot of people out of this stretch of the Mojave. The problem isn’t the 5G signal. The problem is you love each other so much you’re suffocating. It’s like that car engine: you pushed it so hard you blew the head gasket. You’re afraid of the silence. You always need a third party just to prove your relationship actually exists.

(SOL and MARCO go silent, hit by the truth.)

BETO (Sighs and looks for a cassette)

Make up already, you’re fogging up my windshield with all that "feeling." You hungry? I don’t have food, but I’ve got Elvis. "The King." You kids probably don’t even know who he is. And look: this is a cassette tape. Best invention in human history. Of course, you wouldn't know. Just listen.

Beto slides the tape into the deck. "BURNING LOVE" blares out.

Marco and Sol look at each other. Marco takes her hand. Sol lunges at him and they start kissing with desperate passion, completely ignoring Beto.

BETO (To himself)

These two… a mechanic can’t fix 'em, and a priest can't save 'em. God creates 'em, and the tow truck stacks 'em.

Beto cranks the volume. The tow truck disappears into the desert night as the couple devours each other in the cab.

FINAL BLACKOUT