Act I PROLOGUE DR. C sits at a bar, looking up at a mounted TV. The light from the TV flashes on her face. The bartender, Bill, places a manhattan up in front of her. Her eyes are fixed on the TV. BILL Rye manhattan, up, cherries. DR. C Impeached. BILL Huh? Oh, right. Surprised? DR. C No. Rather pleased. He disgusts me. BILL A lot of folks like him. DR. C Which will never cease to amaze me. BILL I’m surprised you’re surprised. In your line of work I would have thought you’d met all types. DR. C I work with kids Bill, my goal is to get to the root of things BEFORE they turn into womanizing megalomaniacs. When they’re not quite baked yet, still a little soft, toothpick comes out messy, time before things set. BILL Lords work. Cheers to that. Bill places two shot glasses on the bar, fills them with whiskey. So what’s the verdict on today’s youth? You think there’s hope? DR. C (looking up at the TV) Who can say? Sometimes I understand why they don’t trust me. Why they resist. Why do the work to heal into a world that doesn’t reward it?
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