“G.overnmental O.bservation D.elta”
(G.O.D.)

Scene 1: Intro.
	(BLUNDER comes on stage whistling “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly”. He has a shoulder holster.  He does a fake shoot out with his gun. While trying to spin it, he fumbles and drops it.  While this is going on, Sullen walks up behind him not looking.  When she sees it is him, and what he is doing, she does an about face and starts to walk away, but Blunder sees her.)
Blunder:	Oh hey there, you must be my new partner on this mission.  (notices it is Sullen)  Hey!  Aren’t you Agent Sullen?!  I get to work with you?  Wow, I’ve heard some awfully good things about you!  (pumps her hand)  You’ve got quite a reputation going around the Bureau.
Sullen:	(using both hands to stop Blunder’s handshake and pasting on a somewhat sarcastic smile)  And you must be (sigh)  Agent Blunder.  You’ve got quite a reputation too.
Blunder:	Really?!?!  Wow!  Thanks!  Say, do you know what’s going on? Did you get any hint as to what this mission is going to be?
Sullen:	Nope.  I’m just as much in the dark as you are --  about our mission that is.
Blunder:	All this secrecy stuff is kinda strange if you ask me.....
Sullen	That’s probably why people call us “Secret Agents”.
Blunder:	Hey, your right!  I never thought about that!
Sullen:	(under her breath)  When’s the last time you just thought period?
	(HERB and MAGGIE enter, carrying briefcases.)
  SULLEN:	(to Blunder)  Look, here come Herb and Maggie.  Now, we’ll find out why we’ve been called here in the middle of the night and on such short notice --  (away from Blunder)  -- and why I got stuck with clumsiest agent in American history.
	(Blunder snaps to attention, gets off balance and falls into Sullen, knocking her down. BLUNDER apologizes excessively and tries to help Sullen up and doesn’t do a very good job.  Herb and MAGGIE look strangely at the proceedings.)
Sullen:	(finally gets up herself, glares at Blunder, then turns to MAGGIE)  Well, Maggie any particular reason why central woke me out of a deep sleep again tonight?  This better not be because the President left the radio on and thinks that there are burglars in the White House again.
MAGGIE:	No.  This is actually something important.  Though, I don’t envy what you and Blunder are going to have to try and do.  Seems to me that it is going to be almost impossible –
HERB:	(pulling a laptop out of his briefcase) At approximately 0300, almost two hours ago, every major military eavesdropping station in the western United States picked up an identical transmission.  Very strange....  It lasted about a half of a second.  Almost too quick to hear --
Sullen:	(interrupting)  So you are telling me that I was wakened from a sound sleep because some army guys heard a beep on the radio?  Come on, I thought you said it was important.
MAGGIE:	Just let us finish.  The strange thing is that every type of listening device picked it up.
HERB:	Every frequency we cover, which is pretty much all of them, satellites, radio waves, television -- everything had this little blip of sound.
MAGGIE:	It’s like the source was trying to get our attention, not trying to avoid being heard --
Sullen:	Speaking of which, where was the source?
MAGGIE:	(with an odd look on her face)  Well that’s strange too.  Even though every major listening station received it –
HERB:	-- we couldn’t triangulate the source.  It was almost as if the transmissions came straight from the space around all the antennas.
MAGGIE:	But that’s not the main reason why you’ve been brought here.  The main reason is that –
HERB:	-- an experimental hyperspacial transceiver also picked up the sound.
Blunder:	Oh yeah, I read about that.  That’s that project at the Army Base 51 in New Mexico.
MAGGIE:	How’d you know about that?  It’s top secret.
Blunder:	(a little embarrassed}  Well yesterday, I was talking with this really cute secretary and I accidentally knocked over this file cabinet and as I was picking --
MAGGIE:	Never mind, I don’t want to know.  Let’s just get on with this.
HERB:	The hyperspacial project has been a flop until now.  Basically, they couldn’t figure out how to direct their communications beam once they punched it into hyperspace so they never found out if the receiver really worked.  I guess now they know that it does --
Sullen:	Wait a minute, wait a minute.  Hyperspace?  Transceiver?  What is this -- a science fiction novel?  Hyperspace isn’t real.
Blunder:	Well actually, some scientists now think that it is.  This transceiver thing was supposed to prove it.
Sullen:	So what exactly is hyperspace then?
Blunder:	It’s supposed to be a place I guess where you can travel from place to place without having distance and time affect you  It's like the 5th dimension, or some other dimension anyway -- .
Sullen:	(a little annoyed that Blunder knew something she didn’t}  Thanks for the lecture Dr. Who.  (to Herb)  So you’re saying that we picked some sort of message up from another dimension.
HERB:	Err, well, maybe.  I guess it could conceivably be another super power that has developed the technology before we did, but intelligence has nil on anything like that, and the nature of the, uh, “message”  sorta makes that theory sound less likely.  In reality the best theory we have so far is, well, ummm -- Alien transmissions -- .
Sullen:	Uh huh.  Aliens.  Right.  But you said “according to the nature of the message”.  So you decoded the message?
HERB:	Yes, well, actually is wasn’t really coded.  It was just regular English sped up really fast.
Blunder:	Oh, good. The aliens speak English.
Sullen:	It isn’t aliens, Blunder.  Why don’t you let us hear the message, Herb.
Herb:	Here’s what it sounds like when slowed down to what we think is normal speed.
	(HERB types a bit on his computer and “My son, my son.  Why have you forsaken me?” [godmess.wav] is played over the sound system}.
Blunder:	(repeating) “My son, my son.   Why have you forsaken me?”  What kind of message is that?  Doesn’t sound like aliens to me
Sullen:	Blunder, get a clue.  It isn’t aliens.
Herb:	Here is the closest we can come to what we think it originally sounded like.  Of course since it is the first hyperspacial message we’ve received, we can’t be sure that the sender sounded like this but –
	(HERB types some more and sped-up message [god.wav] plays.)
Sullen:	What’s that background noise?  Sounds like singing or something.
HERB:	Yeah, weird huh?
Blunder:	(thinking)  I think I heard something.  Play it again.
	(HERB makes sped-up message [god.wav] play again.)
Blunder:	Did you hear that first part.  There’s a little noise like someone catching his breath.  Can you amplify just that part, Herb?
	(HERB does more typing and short message cry [godbreth.wav] plays.)
Blunder:	Oh, he’s not catching his breath..... I think he’s crying.
Sullen:	Oh, please.  The first hyperspacial receiver picks up a message of someone crying?  It’s probably something else.  Maggie, what has all this got to do with us?
MAGGIE:	Like I said, I don’t envy you.  You are to -- and I quote -- (reading from a piece of paper) --  “Discover the nature of the source of this disturbing message and determine if the source is hostile or friendly.”  The Bureau will take it from there.
Sullen:	In other words, “Tell us what this is so we can decide if we need to try and figure out a way to blow it up.”
MAGGIE:	That’s about the size of it.
Blunder:	Great!  Sounds like fun.  Duty calls.  (trips over briefcase, spilling its contents}  Ow!  (starting to clean it up)  So sorry about that.  But don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.
Sullen:	(head in hands)  Maggie, I’ve got a couple questions.  First of all,  how in the world are we supposed to try and track down a message from another dimension?  And secondly and most importantly – (looking hard at Blunder clumsily cleaning up the briefcase)  How did he – umm -- we -- get picked for this insane mission?
MAGGIE:	Well, actually you have a small break on that first question.  It seems that one of the scientists working on this top secret transceiver got so excited that he went out, had one or three too many martinis and proceeded to tell every street person he came across on his way home about the “message from hyperspace”.  That might not have been too bad, except one of these street people happened to be a second cousin to a local radio talk show host.  There are actually a few groups of people who have some interesting theories on it by now.  Just go out west and check out all the rumors.  Put everything you find together in a nice little report and maybe central will be satisfied until we get another message.
	As far as your second question --  wellllll -- you know the agent convention in Boston that you can't go to because you accidentally volunteered to do that public relations charity thing this weekend?  Blunder here is the only other agent who isn't going either.
Blunder:	I didn’t want my plants to get lonely.
Sullen:	(sort of desperately)  Maggie -- !
MAGGIE:	Hey don’t look at me.  I’m only the messenger.  I just work here.  That’s what central says, that’s what you gotta do.
	(MAGGIE hands BLUNDER and SULLEN some manila file folders from her briefcase.)
MAGGIE:	Before we take off, here’s the normal stuff for covert operations.  New identities, visas, and money.  The reception of this hyperspacial message is called Governmental Observation Delta.  Central has coded this mission: G.O.D. Search Alpha.  How do ya like that? You guys are searching for God. (laughs)  Good luck.
	(MAGGIE and HERB exit, laughing)
Blunder:	(looking at his visa)  I don’t understand.  Guy Snilev is written under my picture here, but that isn’t my name.  Oh well, I’ll just cross it out and put the right one there --
Sullen:	No!  No!  Blunder, you dope!
	(SULLEN tries to take the pen away, but Blunder pulls away and in the tussle marks all over the name.  Sullen finally gets the visa away.)
SULLEN:	(exasperated)  Haven’t you ever been on a covert operation before?
	(Blunder shakes his head.)
SULLEN:	We can’t just flash our badges and IDs when there could be foreign agents around.  We have these new IDs so that we can act like tourist or something.  How long have you been doing this?
Blunder:	(humbly)  Two months.
Sullen:	Two months?!?  (shakes her head in her hands, then looks up)  Well, don’t you ever watch spy movies?
Blunder:	No.  All that shooting and stuff upsets my plants.
Sullen:	Why me?  Now what are we going to do to your name?  The ‘n’ and the ‘v’ are little messed up.  Maybe we can change them into a ‘m’ and a ‘y’.  That would make you --  “Guy Smiley”?   Oh why me?  Why me?
	(SULLEN notices Blunder starting to get a hurt look on his face.)
SULLEN:	Oh never mind.  Come on let’s get on the subway to the airport.  On the way, we can change the rest of your stuff to your new name.
	(BLUNDER and SULLEN start to walk offstage.)
Blunder:	How long do you think we’ll be?  I sure hope my plants will be all right.
Sullen:	I’m sure they’ll be fine until you can call someone to water them.
Blunder:	I don’t know if they’ll take water from just any old one.....
Sullen:	Come on, Blunder.
Blunder:	Oh all right.  Watch out there’s a step there.
	(Sullen walks down, but Blunder trips on the same step he pointed out.)
BLUNDER:	 Oops. Heh, a little steeper than I thought.
:	(SULLEN groans loudly. BLUNDER and SULLEN exit.)
Scene 2: Airport
	(Stage is quickly cleared.  Scene is a small airport. CROWD is milling around, and eventually exits. LESTER and BOBBI-JO, two “country hicks”, are arguing.  ALEX, a teenager, is patiently waiting next to them to give them a tract.  BLUNDER and SULLEN enter, look around, and eventually go to LESTER and BOBBI-JO.  BLUNDER and SULLEN are carrying briefcases full of ID’s and papers and phones.)
BOBBI-JO:	I’m telling ya, Lester, it’s from all thems foreigners that’re running around steal’n our technology.
LESTER:	Shush up, Bobbi-Jo.  You don’t know what yur talking about.
BOBBI-JO:	Okay Lester, where do yas think it’s acoming from then if your so smart?
LESTER:	Well personally, I thinks it’s from my great uncle Harvey who always use to repeat --
BOBBI-JO:	Lester, your great uncle Harvey’s dead and gone these 14 years.
LESTER:	I knows that, Bobbi-Jo!  Whadda think -- I’m having stew fur brains?  I think Uncle Harvey’s trying to talk to us from the dead!
BOBBI-JO:	(turns to ALEX)  Whadda ya want?
ALEX:	Huh. Oh, excuse me.  Um, I’m here with my youth group handing out these tracts.  They talk about purpose here on earth and your eternal life and --
BOBBI-JO:	Can’t you see that we’re talking about very important things here?  We’re talking about spies and dead peoples.  We don’t have time for no pittly little things like purpose for our lives and eternity?  (snorts)
	(Blunder is walking up to LESTER to tap him on the shoulder. LESTER is in the midst of swinging his arms and is obviously going to smack Blunder. Scene freezes as Sullen talks to audience.)
Sullen:	(walking up to audience)  We really didn’t have a clue where to start looking on this insane search.  Turns out that the search was looking for us.  We ran into it right after we got off the plane in the small airport.  Now if you folks don’t mind, it looks like my partner is going to have a small accident here.  I’d better go keep him from falling and cracking his not so bright brain open......
	(Sullen walks to position right behind Blunder.  Scene unfreezes and LESTER whacks Blunder in the chest, sending him into Sullen who catches him.)
Blunder:	Hey, thanks Sullen.
Sullen:	No problem.
Blunder:	(turning to LESTER who is staring at him)  Excuse me sir.  FBI here.  (holds out his ID upside down)
LESTER:	(suspiciously)  I ain’t seeing no FBI in that thar billfold.  All I see is --  (squinting and turning his head upside down) -- Guy Smiley?  Isn't that the talk show host on Sesame Street?  Well, ya got the eyebrows.
Sullen:	(pushes her way into the conversation, glares at Blunder, then pastes on a smile for LESTER)  What he means Mr. – uhhhh –
LESTER:	Lester.
Sullen:	Right, right.  Mr. Lester.  What my partner – ahhhh -- husband is just learning English see, and he gets his letters mixed up.  He meant “Why be I here?” not FBI here.  He was raised by a pack of wolves.  (looking hard at Blunder)
Blunder:	My English is perfectly –
	(SULLEN gives BLUNDER a quick elbow.)
BLUNDER:	Ow!  I mean – (Chinese accent)  Ah no, I speak no good very English.  (bowing repeatedly) Chung Hyo nice little American man.....
BOBBI-JO:	(suspicious)  That thar sounds like Chinese ur sompthin.....
Sullen:	(big smile)  They were Chinese wolves.  Listen we couldn’t help but overhearing your conversation.  You wouldn’t happen to be talking about the mysterious message the army base near here received would you?
LESTER:	Why yes we were!  How’d ya guess?  It’s real strange like --
BOBBI-JO:	Shut up Lester. We ain’t supposed to be talking to no outsiders ‘bout this....  Who are you anyway?
Sullen:	I’m – (fumbling for her ID) --  uhhhh -- Marsha Brady?  (looking up with weird look)
BOBBI-JO:	Hmm.... Sounds familer somehows.......
Sullen:	Lester...., why do you think that it is your dead uncle Harvey who gave this message?
ALEX:	I don’t think that it could be someone who is dead.
LESTER:	What’re you talking about kid?  What do you think you knows about this?
BOBBI-JO:	Yeah, you tell em, Lester.
Blunder:	Why do you say that?  (switches to Chinese accent)  Uhhh -- I mean -- what makes you think it can not be honored ancestor speaking from beyond his grave stone.
BOBBI-JO:	What’re you gonna listen to this kid fur? She don’t know nuthin.  Why, if you two start talking with this here child, I won’t tell you any more about what I knows about them foreign spies. (crosses her arms)
Sullen:	(losing it)  Well, I am just about sick and tired of you anyway.  You’re nothing but a dumb redneck!
BOBBI-JO:	Ah, shut your trap.
	(Big argument ensues then everyone freezes except Blunder.)
Blunder:	My secret agent senses saw that this conversation was getting a little frustrating to all parties.  I knew that we had to follow all the leads we could get so I decided that Sullen and I should questions these people separately.  We couldn’t just take either the kid or Bobbi-Jo and Lester into a back room like regular FBI procedures.  So I very quickly and subtly handled the situation.
	(Everyone unfreezes and keeps arguing. BLUnder let’s out a big yell. Everyone stops and stares at him.)
BLUNDER	(Chinese accent) Uhhhh --  I is having to go to the bathroom now.  Could the nice young American show me to the -- how do you say?  Toy let?
LESTER:	(pointing) It’s right over there.
Blunder:	I said nice and young American.
ALEX:	It’s right over there.
Blunder:	Uhhh, I no can see.  You with me come.
	(BLUNDER grabs ALEX and trips and stumbles over to the other side of the stage. Sullen, BOBBI-JO, and LESTER stay and continue conversation.)
LESTER:	(looking after ALEX and Blunder)  Ma’am, I don’t knows who you are, but you and your husband should stay away from that kid and people from her church.
Sullen:	Why’s that?
LESTER:	I’ve been hearing some bad things about the people at that there church.  Seems half of them are always acting all high and mighty, and the other half is in the church on Sundays and in the bars every other day.  You can’t trust them much in my opinion.
Sullen:	(snorts)  That’s how all Christians are.  If they aren’t holier than thou, they’re the biggest hypocrites in the world and any that aren’t one of those two, they are always running around trying to shove their beliefs down everyone’s throat.
LESTER:	(laughs kinda meanly)  I’ms glad you see them folks for what they really are.  Now if you want to know where that message was really comin from, you listen up.  I got’s me some inside information that's big and juicy.
BOBBI-JO:	I still thinks it’s them foreigners, but Lester here does always seem to come up with some --
	(LESTER and BOBBI-JO continue to talk silently to SULLEN.  BLUNDER and ALEX start talking on the opposite stage.)
Blunder:	Look kid, let me just get this in the clear.  I’m not really Chinese. I’m with the FBI and I’m very interested in your opinion of what happened at the army base near here.
ALEX:	Well, of course you aren’t Chinese!  You weren’t really trying to fool anyone were you?  I thought you were just being funny.
Blunder:	(pausing)  No, no.  Of  course I wasn’t trying to fool people.  I was just being funny.  Yeah, that’s right.  Ha, ha.
ALEX:	That’s what I thought. Well, my cousin is a private who was in the control room when they were fiddling with the message to make it understandable.  Somehow he got a hold of one of the tapes and so I got to hear the actual message.  Don’t tell anyone Mr. – Ummmm --
Blunder:	Blunder’s my name. And you are?
ALEX:	Well, my name’s Alexandria, but you can call me Alex.  Anyway, Mr. Blunder, I don’t think that my cousin is supposed to have that tape, so I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t mention --
Blunder:	Don’t worry Alex.  I won’t say a thing.  So why don’t you think that there is a ghost talking on that tape?
ALEX:	Well, sir, the way I see it, when a person dies, he goes to heaven or he goes to hell.  If that’s the case, I think that they are too busy either praising God or gnashing their teeth to worry about the people they left behind.  Besides, if I were dead and I could send messages back to my loved ones, I would tell ‘em in a dream or something.  I wouldn’t broadcast it to a whole nation or the nation’s army anyway.
Blunder:	I think I follow you......
ALEX:	Whoever sent this message might have been dead once, but he isn't dead any more.  He broadcast his message in a big way, so he’s either talking to the whole nation or at least a large group of people in this nation.  Yet he’s personal.  The message seemed so sad.  Almost as if the source was about to break out into tears.
Blunder:	So you noticed that too......
ALEX:	Yeah.  He talked about his son.  Whoever that is, he must love and miss him an awful lot.  I wonder how the son made him so sad.
Blunder:	Or how a being from another dimension could have a son here --
ALEX:	It’s not so original to have a son in another dimension.  I guess when God sent Jesus to earth from heaven, He pretty much did the same thing.  And you know the Bible talks about the first man Adam and thus all of humanity being God’s son.  God is sorta in a different dimension than us --
Blunder:	The Bible?  That’s a pretty interesting book.  If you have the patience to read it.  It can get boring at times.  It’s kinda like a big fairy tale with too many details.  (laughs)
ALEX:	I think it’s the word of God.
Blunder:	(sort of caught by surprise, chokes off his laugh)  Hmmm, yes, well to each his own.  So, Alex, you seem pretty intelligent.  Anything else that you think you figured out from hearing the tape?
ALEX:	Well, actually there is one other thing that I sorta suspect about whoever sent this message....
Blunder:	What’s that?
ALEX:	Well, he seems so upset -- and I don’t know -- it’s probably nothing except my imagination -- but it seems like this isn’t the first time he has tried to send a message.  I think that he has probably sent more messages than this and in different ways to get his son’s attention.
Blunder:	You know, somehow, I think you may be right.....  I’ll bet he has tried many times to communicate with the son.  What sorta things could he do....  Maybe he can influence people in the group he is trying to talk to to write letters for him, or maybe he can manipulate the world around these people to get their attention....
ALEX:	I'll bet he can... (sort of looking off into the distance)  Another thing -- I know this is a lot to gain from a single phrase on the tape -- but somehow I feel like while he is very upset with his son, he still loves his son intensely.  He would do anything in an instant to have his son back again.  Maybe even die for his son to be back in.....
	(LESTER goes over and interrupts BLUDNER and ALEX.)
LESTER:	Hey there Chinese man, yur wife is wondering what’s taking ya so long to use the john.
Blunder:	(Chinese accent)  Ah so, she is always wonder about things like this, my wife.
LESTER:	Oh really?  Well, she’s over there, talking with my friend Bobbi-Jo.  We’s got to get going so if you don’t mind, could ya pull yur old lady away?
Blunder:	Is no problem, I shall pull my, how do you say, old lady very happy.
	(BLUNDER and LESTER walk over to Sullen and BOBBI-JO, who are talking. ALEX quietly walks offstage.)
Blunder:	Old lady, you come now with me.
Sullen:	Old what!?
Blunder:	Ah yes, heh heh, you no longer worry ‘bout me and john, you come now.  Let two Americans go away.
Sullen:	You better not have called me what I think you called me, or you're not going to be Guy Smiley for long. (turning and smiling at LESTER and BOBBI-JO)  Good evening.
	(They all wave as BOBBI-JO and LESTER move across stage.  Light turns on BOBBI-JO and LESTER as they pause at edge of stage.  Both drop their “Dumb red neck” accents.)
LESTER:	That was great work Bobbi-Jo.  Your little rumor about the message being from another government was perfect.  Man, wasn’t the guy a clumsy idiot
	(LESTER and BOBBI-JO laugh a little.)
LESTER:	I think our rulers will be very happy with you......
BOBBI-JO:	Yeah, well, throwing the lady off the trail was too easy.  And even if her stupid partner hadn't given away their identities, we would have still known them from their photos.
	(LESTER and BOBBI-JO walk offstage, laughing. BLUNDER and Sullen begin talking again.)
Blunder:	Wait till I tell you what Alex came up with!
Sullen:	(looking after the exiting LESTER and BOBBI-JO) There’s something not right about those two.....
Blunder:	We need to call Herb right away and ask him if there have been any other blips during the army’s eavesdropping -- ones that came before the hyperspacial transceiver picked up anything.....
Sullen:	(looks at BLUNDER hard) What gave you an idea like that?  Hmmm -- it might be the first smart thing I’ve heard you say.  We’ll do that.  Wait till you hear Bobbi-Jo’s theory on where this message came from.  I don’t quite trust her, but it seems feasible.

Scene 3: Love
Blunder:	(takes out a cell phone, dials a number, and unknowingly holds it upside down)  Hey, Herb?  Gotta question for you.....  Talk louder, I can’t hear you!   Hey, are you there?  Hello?  Helloooooo?
	(Sullen looks disgusted as she takes the phone away, turns it around and hands it back to BLUNDER.)
BLUNDER:	Oh, yeah, I was just about to do that.  Heh, heh. (to phone, right side up)  Hey Herb, can you answer something for me? We just got a lead that there might be other blips from the source during the army’s eavesdropping.  Are there any other messages -- any old ones – or maybe something new?
	(SULLEN occupies her time by taking out stuff from briefcase and making big X’s on manila file folders.)
HERB:	(heard through sound system, as if on a phone)  Well – yes we do.  How did you find out?  Never mind, I don’t want to know. Anyway, we have a new transmission from the hyperspacial transceiver.  I taped it for you.  You just got to listen to this latest message.
BLUNDER:	Go ahead and play it, Herb.
	(Tape, playing through sound system, says in an almost crying, pleading voice: “My child, I have loved you with an everlasting love”.)
BLUNDER:	Wow, Herb.  That’s really weird.
HERB:	And the craziest thing is where its coming from.  By using irradiating spacial triangulation, and by using sonar tracking of cellular transmodulation, we determined the source of the signal is in your immediate vicinity.  In fact, according to my calculations, the message’s origin is approximately 852.76 meters due west of you and Sullen.
BLUNDER:	Good work, Herb.  Sullen and I will head to those coordinates immediately - (lost, spinning around) – uh – as soon as I figure out which way is west. (hangs up phone, turns to SULLEN)  Good news.  The next transmission originated 852.76 meters due west – .  (still confused, looks at SULLEN’s file folders)  What are you doing with those file folders?  You don’t need to be doing any filing yet.  We haven’t found out anything.  What kind of files where you trying to make?
SULLEN:	I was needing some X-files.
	(BLUNDER throws away the file folders.  He gets SULLEN to walk with him slowly across the stage, on the way to the “message source”.)
SULLEN:	What did the message say, Blunder?
BLUNDER:	Oh, something about “I loved you with an everlasting love”.  Weird message, huh.
SULLEN:	That’s it?  “everlasting love”?  That’s stupid!  I don’t believe it!
BLUNDER:	(defensive)  Are you calling me a liar?!
SULLEN:	No.  It’s just that you got to be kidding to think that whoever is sending these transmissions would say – “I loved you”.
BLUNDER:	Well, I’m not kidding.  Why would I joke about a message like that – “I love you”.  I’m – I’m not smart enough to make that up.
SULLEN:	Well, it’s still a stupid message.  Why would an intelligence great enough to transmit an interspacial dimensional communicator,  -- why would it send such a stupid message?!  And to whom is it sending it?!  Ha – “everlasting love”!  It certainly isn’t sending it to me.
	(BLUNDER and SULLEN, who are now at center stage, split from each other.  They each walk slowly to the opposite ends of the stage, talking to themselves. HOOD, a tough teenage girl with too much makeup, enters backstage, playing with a crowbar.  BAGLADY, a bad looking old lady, enters backstage from the opposite side of the stage, pushing a cart full of junk. A few CROWD enter together from backstage, talking with each other. LESTER sneaks onstage. HOOD and BAGLADY don’t notice each other and walk slowly to a collision center stage.)
BLUNDER:	How should I know who it’s talking to?  I’m – I’m not smart enough to figure it out.  It can’t be talking to me.  It must be for someone else.
SULLEN:	Even if I did believe that something was trying to communicate with me, I wouldn’t believe this message – “I love you”.  I’ve heard that one enough.  I never believed any liar who gave that me line.  And I can’t afford to start now.
BLUNDER:	It’s just that – I know what they all think of me.  They’re constantly laughing at me – every day, every minute – behind my back, in front of me – putting me down.  And I know – how clumsy and stupid – I look. Any voice sending me a message of love -- is just making fun of me.
SULLEN:	It’s just that – I know what they all think about me.  Cold – hard – mean.  They all act afraid of me, keeping their distance. Except for those jerks who keep hounding me to go out with them – trying to impress me – as if I’d be interested in somebody like that.  Any voice out there calling for love is just out to get something from me.
BLUNDER:	(still to self) You just don’t know what it’s like to always be the – fool.  I can’t stop being clumsy – putting my foot in my mouth – not understanding what’s going on.  I’ll never be able to succeed, never be able to get respect, never be able to have people love me -- so I don’t even try.  I don’t care if that voice is calling for me or not.
SULLEN:	(still to self) You just don’t know what it’s like to survive in this job – as a woman.  Against all those men – who wish I’d just fail.  I have to be cold and hard, just to make it.  If I let my feelings show, if I trusted anybody, I’d be crushed -- by those men.  They either hate me – or try to love me too much.  I can’t afford to listen to any voice calling for me.
	(BAGLADY accidentally pushes cart in front of HOOD, who falls over cart and loses crowbar.  HOOD is furious, jumps up to BAGLADY, yells “Why you!” in her face.  CROWD 1 stops scene with her hand and a “Stop!”, everybody freezing.)
CROWD 1:	(to audience)  Now, you must know that this young lady is about to use some very nasty words.  If this were a movie – or if this were television – then you’d get to hear all those words in their full glory.  But we know that this bit of reality is not very entertaining.  So we’ll just mute out the next scene for you.
	(HOOD silently mouths abuse to BAGLADY’s face.  BLUNDER, SULLEN, and rest of CROWD start to go to the argument.  HOOD stops “yelling” after a while.  CROWD 1 asks “Are you done?”  HOOD mouths “Yes!”.  BLUNDER and CROWD 2 take BAGLADY, SULLEN and CROWD 3 take HOOD, to separate them.  CROWD, obviously Christians, try to comfort BAGLADY and HOOD.  LESTER looks for ways to confuse BAGLADY and HOOD.)
CROWD 2:	(comforting BAGLADY)  God loves you, ma'am.  He is calling you to believe Him, to trust yourself to Him.  God loves you so much, that He wants to live in you.
BAGLADY:	Somebody loves me? Oh, I hope it's true.
	(LESTER sneaks between BAGLADY and CROWD 2, and talks in BAGLADY's ear.)
LESTER:	(in BAGLADY's ear): Of course not. Nobody loves garbage. You know what I'm talking about, don't you?
BAGLADY:	Of course not.
	(BLUNDER, knocks over BAGLADY's cart, spilling some junk.  BLUNDER shows revulsion at the garbage.  LESTER continues to whisper in BAGLADY's ear.)
BAGLADY:	(to CROWD 2) You might feel sorry for me.  But if you knew what I'm really like inside me, not even she (pointing to HOOD) would waste spit on me. (to HOOD) Go ahead, take me out. I deserve it. Put me away.
CROWD 3:	(comforting HOOD)  Now you just calm yourself down. Come on, settle down, or you're going to be in big trouble. You know that old lady didn't mean to run into you.  You know that she's not out to get you.
HOOD:	Yeah, she couldn't really hurt me, even if she tried.
	(LESTER sneaks between HOOD and CROWD 3, and talks in HOOD's ear.)
LESTER:	(in HOOD's ear)  Don't let these strangers push you around.  Who do they think they are -- your parents.  Oh, sorry, I forgot, you don't have any parents.
HOOD:	(to CROWD 3) What gives you any right to boss me around.  Who are you, the cops?
SULLEN:	No. The FBI.
HOOD:	I knew it.  You’re all trying to get me.  Everywhere I go, you’re after me.  Why can’t you just leave me alone.  (grabs crowbar, goes to center stage, yelling at BAGLADY)  You leave me alone too, you old bag.  Trying to destroy me with your stinking bags of garbage -- .
BAGLADY:	(goes to HOOD, opens up her arms, inviting HOOD to hit her)  Hurt me!  I need to be hurt!  Put me away!  I’m bad!  Put me away!  Please, hurt me!
	(HOOD raises crowbar, ready to strike BAGLADY.  Voice is heard over sound system, as if from thin air, saying “My child, I have loved you with an everlasting love.”  Fighting stops.  HOOD drops crowbar.  HOOD and BAGLADY back away from each other, stunned.  Everyone else freezes.)
BAGLADY:	The Voice!
HOOD:	Who said that?!
BAGLADY:	It – loves – me.  I want to -- be loved.
HOOD:	It called me “child”.  Like the father I never had.
VOICE:	I know all about you, beloved.  There is nothing hid from my eyes.  You are precious to me.  I have loved you with an everlasting love.
BAGLADY:	Somebody loves me! I am loved.  I. . .am. . . loved!  (begins to sing slowly, with wonder)  I am loved,  I am loved, I can risk loving you for the one who knows me best loves me most. I am loved, I am loved. . (starts to hum) I know there's more to that song.
VOICE:	I will be a father to the fatherless.  See my arms outstretched to receive you with love and compassion?  I have loved YOU with an everlasting love.
HOOD:	I am loved!  Hey, did you hear that? (turns to the others who are still frozen)  I . .am . .loved. (begins to sing the same way)  I am loved, I am loved, I can risk loving you, for the one who knows me best loves me most.
BAGLADY & HOOD:	(singing together, reaching for each other's hand at the appropriate moment)  I am loved, you are loved, won't you please take my hand.  We are free to love each other, we are loved.
	(Everyone unfreezes.  BLUNDER and SULLEN walk away, but looking back over their shoulder for a time to see what change has occurred with Baglady and Hood.  As soon as they turn  back, ETHAL follows, whispering to them. CROWD begin to sing and escort HOOD and BAGLADY offstage, clearing the stage as they exit.)

Scene 4: Power
	(Blunder and Sullen enter, get into a car, and start to drive to Army Base 51. They have the car radio tuned to a talk show.  The talk show is heard through sound system.)
Patten:	You have reached Patently Outrageous.  You’re on the air.
CALLER:	Yeah, Patten.  I heard your monologue about the mysterious message from another world, or wherever. You said the signals have been reported from stations all over the world.  (buzzes and interference interrupt)
Patten:	I see you’re on a cell phone, mister, speak up.  And say what’s that background interference coming over.  Are we intercepting another cyber-signal. . heh. . heh   Where are you anyway?
CALLER:	Yeah, sorry about that.  I’m at  Promise Lake.  There’s quite a sizable group over yonder.  They -- (buzzes and interference interrupt again)
Patten:	We have a poor connection.  I hope the source sends a better signal than I’m receiving from you.  State your thought, caller.
CALLER:	I didn’t hear you touch on this, but do you think this entity or intelligence or whatever it is could receive signals from us as well as send them? I mean if it is capable of communicating worldwide in an infinite number of languages, simultaneously, could it have the power to receive as well?
Patten:	That’s patently outrageous!   Can you even imagine the kind of power an entity would have to possess to be able to receive input from everywhere at once?  I tell you what.      I’m gonna have to cut you off. Let’s throw it out there to the deep thinkers  and see what they say.  Appreciate your call.  Patently Outrageous will get to the bottom of this after these short messages.
	(Blunder turns off the car radio.)
Blunder:	Hey, did you hear that?  Here’s the cutoff to Promise Lake, the next exit. I say we find that dude with the cell phone and  pick his brain while the ideas are still fresh in his mind.
Sullen:	Let’s see what he has to say.  If it’s of no use, we can tell him to go jump in the lake.
	(Blunder slaps Sullen on the back.)
Blunder:	Say that’s pretty good, heh, heh.
	(Sullen tries to catch her breath as Blunder takes a sharp turn to drive up to the lake.)
Sullen:	How do you figure we’ll find this guy?  This doesn’t sound very promising, even if it is Promise lake.
	(ATTENDANT enters and goes to BLUNDER and SULLEN. ATTENDANT takes their fee, hands them a map, and exits. Meanwhile, CROWD, including TROY and ALEX, begin to enter and setup on opposite side of stage.)
Blunder:	Oh, yeah.  Well, he said there was a large group nearby.  Here’s a map. 
Sullen:	There’s a large assembly area just up ahead.  Let’s stop here and walk down to the lakeside.
	(BLUNDER stops car.  BLUNDER and SULLEN look toward CROWD.)
SULLEN:	What’s going on?
	(CROWD are gathered around TROY, who is dressed in swimsuit and lying on a blanket. TROY has a gash in the side of his head.  ALEX is among the CROWD. BLUNDER and SULLEN go to CROWD.)
CROWD 1:	(excitedly)  What happened?
CROWD 2:	Oh, no!  Gross!
CROWD 3:	Is he alive?
CROWD 4:	Grab that towel and make a pad out of it .  Here press it onto that gash in his head.
CROWD 5:	Come on Troy.  Come out of it son.
CROWD 6:	Has any one called  911?
	(Alex waves her cell phone to CROWD 6 as if to say “got it”. Siren sounds, distant, then gradually closer until very loud.)
CROWD 7:	Here they are.
CROWD 8:	Stand back.  Give them some space.
	(LESTER and BOBBI-JO enter, disguised as EMT’s. BLUNDER, SULLEN, and ALEX do not immediately recognize them. LESTER and BOBBI-JO go to TROY and start to administer first aid.  Blunder, very curious, moves toward Lester, bending closer to see what’s going on.  BLUNDER is accidentally standing on LESTER’s foot as Lester is kneeling over TROY.)
LESTER:	(to BLUNDER, without looking up) I beg your pardon sir, would ya mind doing me a favor.
Blunder:	Oh,  why sure, what can I do. Hold something, get you something. Just say the word.
Lester:	Would you mind stepping back.  You’re standing on my foot.
	(Lester looks up. Blunder and Lester recognize each other.)
BLUNDER and LESTER:	(simultaneously)  You!  It’s you!  What are you doing here?  I might ask you the same question.
Blunder:	(steps aside, shakes his head to get the sand out of his brain, sticks his fingers in both ears and twists them around):  Whew, I think I’m hearing double.
Lester:	(dismissing blunder with a scornful look)  If you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.(turns back to TROY)  This ain’t no Sunday School picnic, ya know.  This boy is gravely injured.
	(Sullen tries to peek around and between  people to see the action, with a “excuse me, pardon me”. Blunder joins her and is just bending over again to see better when Alex suddenly stands up right underneath Blunder, knocking him backwards for Sullen to catch.  Blunder rubs off the bump, and recognizes Alex.)
Blunder:	Hey Alex, what’s all the fuss?
Alex:	Well, we were having a nice Sunday School picnic when Troy there, takes a notion to dive off the dock into the lake.  He didn’t come right up and the other guys thought he was trying to fool them by swimming underwater to the other side of the dock.  Suddenly Frank spotted him floating just under the surface.  We got him up to shore just now and he’s been lying there, unmoving for the last five or ten minutes.
	(CROWD anxiously asks LESTER questions.)
CROWD 9:	Well, what do you think?
CROWD10:	Is  he gonna make it?
CROWD11:	Is he paralyzed?
Lester:	Well, we have his head and spinal column stabilized. Little early to tell.  I probably shouldn’t say this, but it looks like a tough case to me. (turns to BOBBI-JO, deliberately talking loud enough for CROWD to hear) There isn’t any power on earth gonna bring this kid back.  If he even survives, he’ll never walk or even  pick his own toenail again.  (shakes head)
	(Undaunted, CROWD fall on their knees around TROY to lay hands on him and pray for his healing.  CROWD pray softly but earnestly, all at the same time.)
Alex:	(to BLUNDER and SULLEN, excusing himself) Say, I gotta get over there.
Blunder:	What’s going on?  You all heard what the EMT’s said.
Alex:	Of course we heard it.  We’re going over their heads.  God can reach down with his powerful, mighty arm and touch Troy, and raise him up good as new.
	(CROWD prays loudly, pentecostal style.)
BLUNDER:	(to ALEX)  How could even God make sense out of that noise?
Alex:	He can hear each one of our prayers even though we are all speaking softly or even praying silently in our minds.  
	(Sullen pulls Blunder aside)
SULLEN:	Did you hear what he said?  Here’s an entity that can receive communication from everyone at once without interference.
	(Suddenly, CROWD quits praying and Troy begins to moan and wiggle and stretch.  The CROWD shouts praises to God for His healing miracle: “Thank You Jesus”,  “Hallelujah”, “Praise the Lord”.  CROWD start to sing a praise song (‘Our God is an Awesome God’).  LESTER and BOBBI-JO are unhappy with what has happened.  BLUNDER and SULLEN are amazed.  LESTER pulls out cell phone and dials it.  SULLEN answers her phone.  LESTER talks on his phone.  SULLEN listens to her phone.  Both hangs up.  SULLEN leads BLUNDER offstage.  LESTER and BOBBI-JO exit, happier.  CROWD sings and then exits, clearing the stage.)

Scene 5: Signals
	(BLUNDER and SULLEN enter.  SULLEN answers her ringing cell phone.)
SULLEN:	Yes, Herb.  Yes, of course we'll wait for it.  We need all the help we can get.  Right.  We’ve made an appointment at fourteen hundred for the Astro Research observatory.  They called us.  Said they might have some scientific evidence that could help.  OK.  Got it.
SULLEN:	(putting away phone, turning to BLUNDER) We're in luck. Herb is sending Agent Gray with the latest RV transspacial signal locator.
BLUNDER:	Oh, wow! An RV.  That'll be great.  I've been so worried about Phyllis and Caspar.  Now I can just take them with us.
SULLEN:	We can't be bothered by any smelly cats and dogs on this assignment.  They'd be noisy, messy and get into things while we're out.
BLUNDER:	Smelly, noisy?  I object. Why you'd never hear a peep out of them and if anything they would freshen the air. And as for getting into things, Sullen, what is the matter with you? They stay where they're put. They're not pets, they're my houseplants.
	(GRAY enters, looks for BLUNDER and SULLEN, and eventually goes to them.)
SULLEN:	(shakes head at BLUNDER, sees GRAY)  Here's Agent Gray now.
	(BLUNDER goes to edge of stage to look around behind. Makes a big production  while Gray walks past him toward Sullen.)
BLUNDER:	I don't see any RV.  He must have parked it in the lot across the street.
GRAY:	What's his problem?  Heat got to him?
SULLEN:	Never mind him. The RV transceiver, Gray.  What about the RV?
BLUNDER:	Yeah, where is it?  How big is it?  Does it have a kitchen? How about a bathroom? I could really use a bathroom…
GRAY:	Oh, for crying out loud, it's not a vehicle, if that's what you're getting at.  (pulls out the hand held unit to show them) This little baby is the latest technology, only two others like it in the world.  The V in its name is the Roman numeral five.  The Rs stand for Receive, Recognize, Record, Remember and Reproduce.
BLUNDER:	The Three Rs I've heard of, of course.  They were bad enough.  Now Five Rs.  Woah. There's a mind boggler for you.
GRAY:	Very perceptive, Blunder.  Actually the principles of  human mind function guided the technology of this instrument.  For instance, the RV is capable of Receiving stimuli from multiple sensory origins. . .tactile, auditory, olfactory, optical.
	It Recognizes each signal and Records it in simple as well as highly complicated  categories and memory patterns. It continually updates and  matches new data as received. Then at a touch of a button, it will Reproduce the most recent primary input and the associated compatabilities.
SULLEN:	Very impressive, Gray.  Herb said there's new input we should be hearing.  Let's get on with it.  We only have a couple of minutes before our date with Dr. Stellar.
	(GRAY begins tuning in the RV.)
GRAY:	You'll want to keep the unit on all the time.  The signals are coming at a such an accelerated rate now, almost any frequency will pick them up.
	(Voice, heard over sound system,  says “Search for me and you will find me.”)
BLUNDER:	Wow, you’re right.  That was quick.
SULLEN:	Okay, thanks, Gray.  Here comes someone to escort us to Dr. Stellar's office. Tell Herb we appreciate his help. We'll be in touch.
	(Gray exits.  LESTER enters disguised as a receptionist, complete with wig and dress.  BLUNDER and SULLEN never do recognize LESTER in this disguise.)
LESTER:	Mr.  Blun.. er, I mean, Smiley, and Ms. Brady, I presume?  Come right this way.
	(LESTER leads BLUNDER and SULLEN to Dr. Stellar's office.  Office has instruments, plants, papers, water pitcher, cups, etc.  LESTER stays in background, puttering around, tidying up, etc.)
STELLAR:	Come in, come.  Make yourselves at home.  I recall from our phone conversation that you represent Government Observations Delta, the G.O.D. agency of the FBI.  Please, sit down.
	(Sullen shows STELLAR the RV transceiver, animatedly describing how it works and what they've heard. BLUNDER wanders around, looking at stuff, admiring the plants.  He sidles up to one and pinches a leaf.  LESTER slaps his hand.  SULLEN and STELLAR turn suddenly at the sound of the slap. LESTER smiles wanly at SULLEN and STELLAR.  SULLEN and STELLAR resume their conversation.  As LESTER turns away, Blunder turns slightly so LESTER can't see him, but audience can. BLUNDER pulls a plant from his trench coat pocket and sticks the leaf into it.  Just as the others turn toward him to see if he will join them, he puts plant back into his trench coat pocket.)
BLUNDER:	Dr. Stellar,   . .do you mind if I have a glass of water?
STELLAR:	No, no of course not, help yourself.  And please, both of you, call me Shirley.
	(BLUNDER takes the glass of water, pulls out plant from trench coat pocket, and waters his plants. While he does this, Sullen and Stellar stare at him.  STELLAR is incredulous.  Sullen shrugs and smiles knowingly. BLUNDER joins the two in conference. Sullen hands over the RV to Blunder.)
SULLEN:	Dr. -- Shirley, being an astronomer, I was hoping you would be able to help us identify the source of the mysterious messages of which we spoke a few days ago.  You have listened to the CD I sent you with the latest transmissions? We have even more recent  data in the RV if --
STELLAR:	I have. You know,  if I may say so, when one is searching -- I mean by that, sincerely inquiring -- there are some things even the most highly trained scientist cannot discover by raw experimentation and research.
SULLEN:	So, you really have no idea how to help us?
STELLAR:	Not at all. Actually I think I know just the person who can help you.  Someone who by virtue of his sixty years of research and personal experience may be able to aid you in your quest for knowledge and understanding. 
	(STELLAR turns to LESTER who is still lingering in background.)
STELLAR:	Luci, ring down to the staff lounge and see if my grandfather is still there.   Ask him to come here, please.
	(LESTER makes quick call on a phone.)
STELLAR:	My grandfather, Paul Worthy has keen insight and powers of observation and  mental acuity beyond that of any scientist I know.
LESTER:	(leaning to BLUNDER and SULLEN)  Grandpa! What insight could an antique possibly have about these signals?
BLUNDER:	This data is from now.  Our most sophisticated equipment has only now been able to receive and decode the transmissions.  He'll be out of another century, but I suppose we can humor the old boy for a few minutes.  
	(WORTHY enters during BLUNDER’s line.)
STELLAR:	Smiley, Ms. Brady, I'd like you to meet my grandfather.
	(BLUNDER grudgingly shakes his hand. Sullen reaches hers. She is strangely warmed by his gentleness and friendliness.)
WORTHY:	I am indeed very pleased to meet you.   
STELLAR:	Granddad, these folks are on a sort of a quest.  They are pursuing the so-called transspacial  signals we've heard about on the news lately.  G.O.D. Alpha Search they call it. The FBI sent them. They are commissioned to identify the source. (points toward Blunder)  See, they have a high-tech instrument for receiving and analyzing the messages that have been coming through.
WORTHY:	Ah, yes. I have heard of these receiving instruments. Fashioned, if I recall, after the human mind. With so many human minds already on this planet, one wonders why the necessity for the counterfeits.
	(Meanwhile, Blunder is fooling with the RV and noises and vibes coming from it.  BLUNDER points RV at things, trying to find the source of the messages.  He points to plants, his plants, people.  It sends Blunder up, down and all around -- receiving signals from everywhere. Suddenly, everything stops with a jolt. An ear splitting whine or bzzz comes from the RV.)
BLUNDER:	It's jammed.  So much sensory input its circuits are fried!  They've boggled its mind!
STELLAR:	Granddad, I can see by the twinkle in your eye, you have some important news for our friends here.
WORTHY:	I am old, you are young. Yet I have searched for answers to mysteries much the same as you are doing today. I studied everything from microbiology, to oceanography, to astronomy. I thought by that means I could cover every base.
LESTER:	(to Blunder)  See that. He consulted star-gazers, horoscope readers.  What kind of credibility could the old guy possibly have. Don't even listen to him, he's off the beam.
BLUNDER:	Astrology!  Come on Sullen.  Let's not waste anymore time.
WORTHY:	Sir, I said astronomy, the science of studying the stars and planets, the galaxies.  In them truly, I did discover some amazing truths. Their order and complexity, beyond the comprehension of us mere mortals convinced me of the nature and power of their creator. The Bible says the heavens declare the glory of God.
LESTER:	(this time to Sullen) Whose god is he referring to, yours? Certainly not mine.  Don't let him start cramming his religion down your throat.  He's going too far.
WORTHY:	And, did I mention power? Take oceanography . . hmm  Yes, I've seen the power of the sea., the waves. The incredible creatures. I've seen other demonstrations of power, too.  Volcanoes, yes under the sea, the wind.  And the exquisite complexity of cellular structures --
	(BLUNDER examines his cell phone.)
WORTHY:	-- and molecules.  Why here is another kind of power certainly as awesome as that in the vast oceans or the endless stretches of heaven. Even the way a little plant can take root and grow.
	(BLUNDER looks at the plant from his trench coat pocket.)
WORTHY:	How a seed can sprout and survive and grow in the pavement.
SULLEN:	But you must have depended greatly on technology and scientific instrumentation to come to these conclusions, Sir.  And yet only recently have the signals been discovered.
WORTHY:	The true hyperspacial transceiver is not contained in a little instrument of man's design. God has placed within the mind of every person the capacity to receive a communication from Him directly.
SULLEN:	Then why don't we understand this.  Why can't the message get through, if this God is so powerful?
WORTHY:	Allow me to show you from the collection of God's  revelation of himself over the course of many centuries. (turning in the Bible to I Cor. 2:6-14)  Permit me to paraphrase a portion until I get to the part I think will give you your answer.  The wisdom we speak is not the wisdom of this age, nor of its rulers.  Mere human intellect is not capable of fathoming its depths.  Now look here.
	(WORTHY hands the Bible to sullen.)
SULLEN:	God has revealed it to us by His Spirit. 
WORTHY:	Now skip down to verse. 14.
SULLEN:	The man without the Spirit does not accept the things that come from the Spirit of God, for they are foolishness to him, and he cannot understand them, because they are spiritually discerned.
WORTHY:	Do you see, that?  It is in a whole other dimension we learn and understand these things.

Scene 6: Crucify
	(BLUNDER, Sullen and Lester have been zapped to another dimension with lights, blinking, yelling, noises, etc. The stage has been cleared.  Blunder and Sullen get up with guns out, back to back, and a little stunned.  Lester knows what has happened and hides a little offstage while BLUNDER and Sullen get their wits.  IAM and ANGEL eventually enter and watch.)
Sullen:	Dr. Stellar?  Mr. Worthy?  What happened?....
Blunder:	(getting up, looking at RV) Well, I don’t know if we can still trust this thing, but this transspacial message indicator indicates that a direct link into hyperspace is continually being maintained and in fact is a constant around us.
Sullen:	(irritated at Blunder’s techno-jargon) Which means?
Blunder:	Umm... I think it means that we’re in hyperspace.  We’re in another dimension. I wonder how we got here.  Does it have something to do with our mission?
	(Blunder and Sullen freeze.  IAM and Angel start to talk.)
Angel:	(laughing nicely) Those humans of yours sure are amusing, my Master.  But why did you bring them here?  Surely not for amusement.
IAM:	(laughing as well)  No, Angel, of course not.  I created humans with amusement, but not just for my amusement.  Blunder and Sullen are here for two reasons.
Angel:	Will you finally reveal yourself to their rulers through them?
IAM:	Yes, Angel.  I have tried to tell my humans especially my Americans, as they call themselves, how much I love them and warned them about my coming judgment in so many ways, but to no avail. My allowing Blunder and Sullen to find me in such a direct manner as this is my last effort before I must execute my righteousness. (looks very sad.)
Angel:	And what is the other reason, Master?
IAM:	Blunder and Sullen have long searched for me in their personal lives in their own way.  Both have been through much heartache, and it is their time to make the decision of whether or not to follow me.
Angel:	You wish to save them?!  With all their faults and sin?  How will you do that master?  How will you be able to live with their dirty unrighteousness?  Why if I were you-
IAM:	Hush, Angel, there is a way.  It is not pleasant, but their is a way.  (looking very sad now)
	(Lester and Castout come up on other side of stage.)
Castout:	(hisses his “s’s” a little)  Master, why didn’t we take these two out while they were in the human dimension, in your domain.
Lester:	Shut up, Castout.  I am limited by The Source even in the human dimension.  But let us bide our time.  I have been promised by The Source Himself that the life required because their unrighteousness will be mine within the hour. (nasty little laugh) Sometimes I wonder at The Source’s (sarcastic) great wisdom (end sarcastic) in letting these creations of Him have such freedom choice.  They disappoint Him again and again.  Why He doesn’t just give up, I’ll never know.
Castout:	Yes they all deserve to die, and The Source has promised that you will get to take two more lives by the end of the hour!  Isn't it wonderful.
Lester:	Yes, yes it is.
	(Blunder and Sullen un-freeze.  The other four characters watch them.)
Sullen:	Well, Blunder, I don’t know where we are, but we’d better check the place out.  You go that way, I’ll go this way.....
	(BLUNDER and SULLEN take off toward different sides of the stage, guns up.)
IAM:	My children why have you forsaken me?
	(BLUNDER and Sullen looks all around.  Lester and Castout cower in fear.)
IAM:	I have loved you with an everlasting love, and yet you forsake me....  I have displayed my power through natural and super-natural means, and yet you forsake me.... I have tried to communicate my love to you since the dawn of time, I have tried to warn you about my judgments since the world began, and yet you forsake me.  I have chosen you from the start.
Sullen:	Who is that?
Blunder:	Are you talking to us?
IAM:	I am talking to you, Agent Blunder and Agent Sullen -- and to all humanity.  I have so many special plans for you.  You have and will hurt me badly, but still I love you very much.  Will you cease to forsake me?
Sullen:	Who are you?
	(IAM comes into Sullen’s field of vision.)
IAM:	Sullen, I AM.
Sullen:	(a little shocked to see someone, but she never points her gun at Him, instead she begins to lower it)  Yes, go on, I am......
IAM:	(laughing)  That’s it Sullen, that’s who I am- I AM.
Sullen:	What kind of name is that?  You are- what?
IAM:	I am the All Powerful.  I am The Prince of Princes, the King of Kings.  I am the Alpha, the Omega.  I am the Beginning and the End.  I am the One Who Holds Nature Together.  I am the Writer, the Musician, and the Performer.  I am All Knowing, All Seeing, Everywhere Present.  I am the Righteous Judge, and the Jury, and.... the Executioner.  I am All Gracious.  I am Perfect Love.  I am the Source.....  Sullen, I AM.
Sullen:	So, you’re all that stuff, huh?  I’m not sure I understand.....
IAM:	Nor, can you, fully.  If you could, then YOU would be I AM. Sullen, I have loved you before you were born.  Will you not let me reveal myself to you?
Sullen:	I- I’m not sure....
IAM:	Take your time, make your decision.
	(IAM walks over to Blunder.)
IAM:	Blunder, I made you so wonderful.  I have loved you since before the beginning of time.  Will you allow me to reveal myself to you?
Blunder:	(a little awed)  Well, uh, sir, uh, I mean Mr. I AM, how could you describe yourself any better than you just did.  And I can’t even understand that?  If you are the Source, the source we’ve been searching for, well, sir, frankly, we’re confused as to all the messages we’ve uncovered.  How can you say anything more that we can expect to understand?
IAM:	Blunder, I AM the source of the messages you’ve been searching for.  I created you, with the ability to understand me.  I have created all humans with the ability to communicate with me. If you will love me back, I can let my Holy Spirit indwell in your mind.  Then and only then will He make it possible to understand fully all my messages.
Blunder:	I’m not sure why, Sir, but I- I do think that I can love you.  If you really know who I am and really love me anyway, do I have any choice but to love you back?
IAM:	Yes, Blunder, you do.  You and Sullen -- and all human beings -- must make the choice to love me back or not.  To receive my messages or not.  It is this choice I ask you and Sullen to make.
Blunder:	Yes, I want to love a being such as you back.  I want to understand The Source.
IAM:	Sullen?
Sullen:	I’m still not sure who you are?  Are you the source of the messages we’ve been investigating?  Are you some sort of alien entity?  Are you Governmental Observation Delta?  Are you G.O.D?
IAM:	Some would call me G.O.D.  My children know me as God.  You’ve already met some of them -- Alex; the people who helped the baglady and the hood; the group who prayed for the young boy.  Those people were truly mine.
	(Lester & Castout have been growing more impatient and bolder all this time.  They have been whispering among themselves.  Finally, Castout steps forward.)
Castout:	What is going on here, Source.  I thought we were to have blood for these two.  Where is our blood?  What game are you playing.  You know that we get blood for their follies no matter what kind of commitment you get them to make.  Hand them over.  (snaps fingers for two more bad guys to come on)  We’ve prepared for them.  He he he he.
	(Two bad guys enter and advance.)
IAM:	Stop!
	(bad guys run into invisible wall.)
IAM:	Sullen?  Blunder?
Blunder:	Yes, yes.  I realize now, I have always been searching for the Source.  I am tired of trying to do things on my own clumsy power.  Please reveal yourself to me.  Live in me.
Sullen:	Yes, yes.  I never would admit it, but I need someone wiser, someone more loving to guide me.  I don’t want to be cold and hard all my life.  I want to be like the children of yours we met.  Please let me be your child too.
IAM:	(smiling nicely)  Let it be so. (holds His hands over them)
	(Blunder and Sullen immediately bow before IAM.)
Blunder:	Oh, I am sorry, I didn’t know that I hurt you that much.
Sullen:	I am so very sorry.
IAM:	It is all forgiven, my children, I love you!
SULLEN:	You are All Gracious, and All Loving!  You are I AM!
Lester:	(almost hysterical}  What are you talking about?!  Forgiven?  You promised me blood!  You promised me life.  You can’t do this to me!
	(Bad guys start to surround BLUNDER, Sullen and IAM.  Blunder and Sullen start moving back to back, facing either side of the stage.}
Sullen:	What are you talking about, Lester?  Don’t you know that I AM is all powerful?
Lester:	You’d be surprised at what I know, Agent Sullen.  For instance I know that the Source here promised me blood, and that He doesn’t break His promises. (smiles evilly)
	(BLUNDER and Sullen are back to back now.  Both have their guns drawn and pointed toward the bad guys who are one each in front of Blunder and Sullen.)
IAM:	This is true.  For your unrighteousness, the price of life must be paid.  But Lester -- or should I say “Lucifer” -- I never promised you Sullen and Blunder.  I only promised you could take life.
Lester:	Well, it is their blood that I want!  Freeze those humans.
	(The bad guys put their hands out and Blunder and Sullen are frozen in place, only their heads can move.)
Blunder:	Hey!  Let go!  I can’t move!  Can you, Sullen?
Sullen:	No, I can’t!  Help!
	(Bad guys grab the guns and toss them to Lester who steps back pointing the guns at Sullen.)
Lester:	I will have what I have been promised!
IAM:	NO!
	(IAM jumps in front of BLUNDER and Sullen, arms outstretched.  As the guns go off, not quite at the same time, the “bullets” “nail”  IAM to the cross made by Blunder’s and Sullen’s outstretched arms.  IAM is in obvious pain.)
Lester:	Well, well, so that’s what you meant by me taking life but not taking Blunder and Sullen’s lives.  You are offering your life (mockingly) “All Powerful One” for the lives of these scum?!
IAM:	(Groaning) I love them.
Bad guy 1:	Do you love them this much?
	(BAD GUY 1 pulls a club and bangs IAM’s head.)
IAM:	(to Blunder) I love you, my son.
Blunder:	(almost crying)  I love you.
Bad guy 2:	Do you love them this much?
	(BAD GUY 2 pulls a club and stabs IAM's side.)
IAM:	(almost passed out, to Sullen) I love you my daughter.
Sullen:	(same as Blunder}I love you.
Lester:	(raises gun)  Well, then mister lovey-dovey,  here’s a little token of my love for you.
	(LESTER shoots IAM one last time.  IAM slumps his head and slumps to the ground.  Blunder and Sullen are trying furiously to get unfrozen.)
	(Bad guys, Lester, and Castout congratulate themselves, and turn away from IAM to face the audience with a “Way to go boss.”,  “Nice shot”, “Guess we showed Him!”.)
Angel:	(has been watching all this time, now steps up to front stage)  Lucifer, I remember when you tried to take the throne from God.  You played the fool back then, and you’re playing it now.  Don’t you think that a God who created life doesn’t have power over death?  (holds up three fingers)  Three.....
Lester:	Hey, what are you doing?
Angel:	(puts one finger down)  Two......
Lester:	Why are counting backwards?  Why are you counting at all?  What do you think you’re doing?
Angel:	(puts another finger down}  One.....
Lester:	Hey, quit that! IAM died for those miserable humans just now! I have the power!  Can’t you see that I am in control here?
	(Angel uses the last finger to point straight behind all the bad guys, toward IAM.  IAM suddenly lifts his head, and rises with a triumphant look.)
IAM:	No, Lucifer, I am in control.  Always, and at all times.
	(IAM waves his hand and more angels come out and take Lester, CASTOUT, and BAD GUYS  “custody”.)
IAM:	Get them out of my sight.
	(Angels escort take Lester, CASTOUT, and BAD GUYS offstage. BLUNDER and Sullen find themselves unfrozen.)
Sullen:	I don’t understand....
IAM:	Nor can you my daughter.  It is not for you to understand.  Just have faith that I have forgiven you for your sins which killed me, and I love you very much.
Blunder:	I believe you, but now what?
IAM:	I love you both personally, but I also love your fellow humans.  I have died for all their sins.  I have blessed your nation, but they have forsaken me.  They won’t even pay attention to the messages I give them.  Now that you have found me, the Source,  I give you a new mission.  Tell others about me.  Show them my messages. (starts to walk offstage)
BLUNDER:	Wait!  Will we ever see you again?
IAM:	(turning back to BLUNDER)  Oh yes.  I'm going even now to make a place for you to live in this dimension.  Remember, have faith that I love you and will always be inside you until I get ready for you!  Bye!
BLUNDER & SULLEN:	Bye.
	(IAM exits.)
BLUNDER:	Well, Sullen -- or should I say -- Marsha!  We're off, back to our own dimension until the Source calls us back here.  I can't wait to begin our new mission.  First though, we'll have to do paper work on this one.  Yuck!
SULLEN:	Well, Blunder, I'm going to use my report to start our new mission.  Even the head of our government needs to know the Source.  And, Blunder --
Blunder:	Yeah, Sullen?
Sullen:	You weren’t all that bad of a partner, after all, on our search for G.O.D.
Blunder:	Really?  Wow!  That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me!  I kindda liked working with you, too.
	(BLUNDER puts his arm on Sullen’s shoulder, and they walk off stage together.  On the way, Blunder trips, and almost pulls Sullen over.  They stumble offstage to Blunder muttering “Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to, heh heh....”.)

Scene 7: Epilogue
	(HEAD of FBI enters with chair and begins to read Sullen’s report.  Sullen’s voice is heard over the sound system.)
SULLEN:	.....and so, I must conclude that the source of these messages was an entity not of our dimension, but rather, the Maker of our dimension.  His messages have been around us as long as we have been alive, but we haven’t paid attention.  For the most part, His messages have been through the Bible, through Creation, and through the way He put our minds together and the way He speaks to us through them.  The messages point to an all powerful, all knowing, all righteous, and all loving being who is very personal.  My encounter with the being, IAM, leaves no doubt in my mind that He is the source of these signals we were sent to investigate and the ones we discovered on our investigation.  IAM seems to be leaving it up to each individual human whether or not they will respond to His messages.  I would advise a positive response.   Agent Dana Sullen, FBI.
	(Angel and Castout enter and appear on either side of Head.  CASTOUT has brought a wastepaper basket.)
Angel:	Well, what about it?  Are you going to believe it?  Are you going to trust it?  You know inside you it’s true.  You have a responsibility to millions of people to let them know the truth....
Castout:	Don’t listen to that little voice inside you!  Listen to your senses!  You don’t need some all powerful being. You only need you!  The people only need themselves.
	(Head looks back and forth between report, Angel and Castout.)
Angel:	He loves you.
	(Head waves Angel off, crumples report and tosses it in the wastepaper basket.  Castout raises her hands in triumph.  Angel bows her head in sadness.  CASTOUT escorts HEAD offstage.)
Angel:	(stepping to audience) 2 Cor 6:2 --"For He says, 'At the acceptable time I listened to you, and on the day of salvation I helped you'.  Behold, now is 'the acceptable time'. Behold, now is 'the day of salvation'."  If today you hear His voice, harden not your heart.