*sorry this is late*
Scene 7: open to Sam attempting his entry into politics.
After the death of Frankie’s girlfriend, I deemed it necessary to back off from my mischief in my own community. Instead, I decided to start my climb up the political ladder. I knew, being young, I would face a hard climb but I had an ally no one else had. I was backed by the very Devil himself and I had been given my first mission. Infiltrate Congress.
…And I promise that I will do what is best for this community and the state as a whole. We will prosper as a state and a community. Let’s move this state forward.
The crowd cheers, drowning the rest of his speech out.
Many in the community saw sending me to Congress as a way to banish me from their midst without incurring my wrath. Indeed, most were so frightened of me that they thought I would visit them in the night if they didn’t do something that was in my best interest even if it meant betraying their country. So, they sent me away to Congress. And in my delusion, I believed that they had seen my true worth.
Pan from Sam packing to his arrival in DC.
I didn’t realize, nor did I care, that they would ultimately use this extended time to find all the damning evidence against me they could. I did not care because I believed that those who had evidence would be too terrified to give any testimony. I merely thought that the Devil would keep me from harm. I would be wrong in both respects.
Scene 8: Sam’s first day in Congress. He is observing, looking for the weakest members. These will be the ones he will blackmail and/or pull into his sphere of influence.
Sam (from San Diego)
This bill concerns me. Nowhere does it explain who benefits and who does not. It is a disaster waiting to happen. (gesturing) Our dear colleagues across the aisle expect us to simply accept, not to debate. In good conscience, I cannot back such an endeavor.
George (from Miami)
I agree with my esteemed colleague from San Diego. This is the biggest cluster fuck I have ever witnessed…and to think that my dear friend Mike was involved in the formation of this pile of shit. How can my Republican colleagues believe that this could ever do America any good.
Shelly (from Maine)
(waving her arms wildly)
We need to work together on bills like this! This is not a partisan problem or a partisan subject. These affect everyone. When we treat these things as partisan privileges, we play God with the lives of millions!
Mike (from NY)
(Objecting to the debate)
I call for a vote!
Senate Majority Leader
Sam Machivala, You are out of turn. (returning his attention to the rest of the Congressmen/women) Vote denied. We will be resuming tomorrow to debate and possibly submit for rewrites.
Fade from assembly. New scene: Sam’s apartment. He has just walked in the door .he loosens his tie and throws his suit coat onto the nearby couch.
(with relief, to himself)
Home sweet home. (sighs) Never thought legislating was so tiring. Or stressful. Not really hard, just tedious.
As narration begins, continue with various scenes of Sam debating in Congress.
I would spend six years as a junior senator, then the last three as a senior.I backed several beneficial bills, but they only covered many more “greed” bills that I pushed my fellow senators to pass. And pushing was something I was very good at. Very good.
Fade to scene of Sam hiring a group of private investigators to shadow his colleagues. He gives them specific instructions as the narration continues.
My first year in office, I spent a lot of time researching my colleagues. Their vices. Their family lives. Their deep, dark secrets–those things they tried to keep hidden.
I found each weakness and began to exploit it to my own benefit. I found out which senators were sleeping with the wives of their colleagues. Which ones frequented prostitutes.which ones were sleeping with underage interns. And so on.
I found, though, that no matter how different both sides believed they were, there was always something I could use against them. They were the same, under the private lamp. None had true family values.neither one was truly conservative. Neither were truly liberal. Both lied. And lies could be used as blackmail.
It was all so exhilarating! The thrill of discovery. The thrill of the threat. The follow through. The watching as a career ended in a crash.
Ah, but I came to realize that it was an everyday occurrence in Washington. The power players had already set that wheel in motion, but I learned to use it much more adeptly than the rest. And I used it to its fullest potential. Often.
Fade to scenes of Sam sing every conceivable piece of information as blackmail against his colleagues as narration continues. End of scene.
Scene 9: it has been about a year. Sam stumbles into a young lady at a social function. It is a gala party being held at her father’s house. He assumes that she is in her 20s, she is not. She is more like 17/18, but looks and dresses older.
I was barely a year in my first term when I met her. She was the eldest daughter of one of my esteemed colleagues, but I knew I had to have her. I didn’t want to make her my wife, though I would temporarily just to further my career, but I had to have her sexually. I didn’t care if she was willing, I just wanted her.
I want you. I have to have you.
He pins her to the wall.
What’re you waiting for? I won’t fight you. I want it too.
(grabbing her wrist)
Come on. Let’s get away from this place. Somewhere quiet. Secluded.
Sam and Lil leave the party in his car. He drives her out into the country and pulls off on a backroad. Zoom out of the interior to an exterior shot of the car as the occupants crawl into the back. As the scene fades, the car begins to rock.
To my surprise, though she was barely eighteen, she turned out to be very willing. Even more, she was much as I was. Filled with malice and hate for all. She did not love me, no. rather, she grew to hate me as much as she hated all in Washington. But she knew a power to be reckoned with when she saw it. And I was.
Fade in on wedding scene, then morph into scene of Lil playing laying with a cabana/pool boy. Sam acta as if he doesn’t notice.
We were married after our second tryst. I looked the other way as she dallied with pool boys and other members of the elite, including many of my colleagues–which she would record so I could use the tapes as blackmail. Oh how she loved that trait in me! But she also looked the other way as I led my colleagues’ wives into lustful orgies and much more. I, too, recorded every tryst to use as blackmail if needed.
Fade from scenes of Lil laying with and kissing on various senators, with the final scene panning out to reveal a camera concealed in a closet, to scenes of Sam doing the same with those senators’ wives. Again, pan out to reveal a camera concealed in the closet, then fade out.
Yet, as much as I hated my wife, and as much as she hated me, we decided to try for an heir. We wanted our union to look good. I wanted someone to carry on my legacy of evil, she just wanted a child.but our attempts were unsuccessful, for very obvious reasons. Yet, the reason had not dawned on me.I merely thought that it was natural that she and I were having this kind of trouble. I had never paid very close attention in health or science classes.
Sam and Lil are discussing something as the camera fades in.
We need a family. We need to look normal, even though we are nowhere near being such.
I agree. Just because we hate each other, we can at least try to be as normal as possible in appearance. Besides. I wanna baby.
Montage scenes of Sam and Lil trying for a baby. End of scene.
Scene 10: Sam watches as Lil leaves to visit her parents. After she is gone, he sits down on the couch. Leaning back, he closes his eyes. After less than 30 seconds, he sniffs the air and sits up, opening his eyes and sits up. He gets up and looks down the hall toward the bedroom. Belial stands in the hallway, hidden in the shadows.
At one point early in my career, on my birthday, Belial visited me. My remaining childless was weighing heavily upon my mind, as were a few other questions. His appearance, at a time when she wasn’t around, was so opportune.
(with a beguiling smile)
You look a little long in the tooth. Is there something I can do for you?
Yes. you can tell me why I cannot have children.
(with a hint of surprise, his eyebrow raised)
Is it not obvious?
(getting more irritated)
No, enlighten me.
You have no soul. Soulless people cannot propagate. They are sterile. You will either have to go childless or adopt. (shakes his head in wonderment, muttering to himself) I swear. Some humans are so dense. They just don’t get all that they are giving up until they want something to carry on their name. (Sam winces in pain, the comments made by Belial having their desired effect)
(half in retaliation, half in frustration)
You did not explain this to me, Bea. you stated, and I quote, ‘you will have everything your heart desired.’ And my heart desires a child.
(heavy and dark, venomous)
Never call me Bea. There are no pet names between us. I am your friend, true. But nicknames between business associates is very disrespectful.
I am sorry.i did not realize that I could not use terms of endearment.
(with a pleased smile)
There is more than that on your mind, isn’t there?
Yes, but I need you to not become angry.
And why is that?
I have some (he pauses) philosophical questions that are, shall I say, a little on the religious side?
You were warned about these kind of questions.
Just bear with me, please.
I will have to check with my master.
Belial vanishes for a few seconds, then reappears.
OK, but just this once and no more.
My beguiling friend, why must there always be a war between Heaven and Hell?
This question is forbidden! Why must you ask questions of such a manner? Do you know that my master could strike us both down for such blasphemous questions?
Please, I beg you, I ask only for philosophical purposes. To fully understand my own part in this whole thing.
(rolling his eyes, hissing in disapproval)
Alright, but no more of these kinds of questions after this. We need no goading from you to hate all things of Heaven. The war between Heaven and Hell has been an endless one. We fight because we hate all that is good and right. All that Heaven represents. When Heaven created man, we resented the newly created man and vowed to destroy Heaven and rule man as we desired.
(pressing his luck)
What of the Bible? Is it really the truth?
Your truth is whatever the truth of our lord is, not the truth of the life you abandoned or that most hated book. (he grows impatient and angry)
(still pushing his luck)
Is there anything such as redemption?
We are lords over all the earth. Not God. Not man. We determine who is and who is not worthy of your so-called redemption.
Then I am completely satisfied. No more foolish questions.
Let me warn you. There will be no more questions on this subject. Remember, Faustus was a real man and he was torn to shreds for his infractions of our golden rules. But your fate could be far worse if you continue to pester me with such detestable questions.
Sam grows quiet and visibly abased. He bows his head for a few seconds. Then Belial speaks again.
(in a softer tone, but commanding)
Come kneel at my feet. It is time for something important.
(looking up momentarily, then rising and going over to do as he is asked)
Why, it’s time for you to take the oath, pledging your complete loyalty to Hell and it’s Dark Prince.
Sam raises his right hand to swear the oath. Pan out from Belial and Sam as the narration begins.
And so, i pledged my undying loyalty. Yet, I had never been so loyal that I had never betrayed those I was supposed to be loyal to, and I would find that Hell’s minions were the same. At nineteen, The Devil had gained my soul. At twenty-three, he now had control of my very actions.
Fade to black. End of scene. End of act 1.