Glass Partition - SCP Foundation

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Act I - Scene VI

Interior of a jail. A temporary holding cell is backstage left, and consists of a white bed, and bars surrounding its small area. Downstage center, a glass partition sits atop a table, with a chair on either side. Jazz sits on the bed, alone. She's wearing an outfit that looks ironically similar to that of a D-Class. She shifts between sitting positions and lying flat on the bed, not able to get comfortable. She looks miserable.

After a short period of time, a police officer walks on from front-stage right and crosses behind the partition, up towards Jazz's cell.

POLICE OFFICER

Visitor for Jazz Korbachev.

JAZZ

(surprised)

Oh… really? Who is it?

POLICE OFFICER

One Dana Parry.

JAZZ

(disappointed, and then surprised)

Oh… Oh?

POLICE OFFICER

Just follow me.

The police officer unlocks Jazz's cell door and opens it. She places Jazz in handcuffs and escorts her downstage, and into the partition chair. After a moment, Dana walks in and sits in the chair across from Jazz.

DANA

Hey, I came as soon as I got permission to. What's going on? How are you?

JAZZ

I've been better. Honestly it's just nice to get out of the house.

DANA

(slight chuckle)

You seem to be taking this a bit better than I would have expected.

JAZZ

Yeah… I don't know. I've been deeply depressed these past few days but last night was actually… peaceful? In a way, at least. I guess I just needed some time to think everything through.

DANA

And?

JAZZ

And I've come to terms with it. I'm… I'm glad I'm here. It gives the people out there someone to blame, someone to hate. Don't they at least deserve that much?

DANA

Jazz… there's something I really need to tell you. And… it may further complicate this matter… just a bit.

JAZZ

I'm listening.

DANA

Well… I did some digging and it seems like… jeez, how do I put this… it seems like maybe… the project was… sabotaged.

JAZZ

…

DANA

I… know that sounds like a lot but-

JAZZ

I know what you're doing, Dana.

DANA

No you don't, just listen-

JAZZ

This isn't going to make me feel better. Okay?

DANA

This isn't… I'm not trying to make you feel better! I'm serious, I have proof!

JAZZ

And what proof would that be?

DANA

I talked to Crystal-INE and they gave me documents showing that the project lead only organized a team of five people, even though there were actually six.

JAZZ

So somebody got added after the project started, what does that prove?

DANA

But I did some more digging, and I found discrepancies in readings and reports dating back a year and a half. There's no way this was accidental, it's clearly fudged numbers. Somebody was messing with the machinery from day one. Someone in the team itself was being dishonest.

JAZZ

You sound crazy.

DANA

This is crazy! It's crazy and it's not your fault!

JAZZ

(beginning to cry)

Just… ugh, why does this have to be so complicated? It would have been so much easier if you'd have never told me any of this!

DANA

I know, but we need to find the truth. If not for you, than in order to stop them from doing it again. Okay?

JAZZ

…

DANA

I'm going to get you out of here, Jazz, and then we're going to find out who's behind all this. Okay?

JAZZ

…

DANA

Hey. Hey. I have nothing to gain from lying to you. Please believe me.

JAZZ

…okay.

DANA

Okay. Good. Perfect. In the meantime, I'm going to talk to Michael about arranging a… legal team for you. If you, you know, catch my-

JAZZ

Yes, I got it. Just… whatever.

DANA

I'm sorry, I'd stay longer, but my husband is waiting and-

JAZZ

I'll be alright, Dana. Thank you.

DANA

See you soon.

Dana gets up and leaves. Jazz sighs, smiling slightly. The officer walks over to her and escorts her back into her cell. As she locks the door, Jazz looks through the bars at her.

JAZZ

Hey… there haven't been any calls for me yet… have there?

POLICE OFFICER

I'd tell you if there was.

JAZZ

(shaking her head)

That's what I thought.

POLICE OFFICER

You expecting a call?

JAZZ

I… no… I guess not.

POLICE OFFICER

Alright.

The police officer walks offstage the same way she entered. Jazz sighs heavily and lowers herself into her bed, looking up at the ceiling for a number of seconds before blackout.

End Of Act I

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