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A one-act Play byDean Barrett
 
DEATH OF A LEGEND
CASTBOY (Jimmy)........................................................................... Early 20'sMAN........................................................................................ Late 30's/40'sSECOND MAN...................................................................... Forties/early 50's (All three characters are hit men)
 A small living room in a run-down apartment building. A crucifix and acolorful but cliched painting on the wall. Worn sofa. Everything worn; old; second-hand; shabby; used-up. A bath towel and a clean set of clothes havebeen neatly folded on top of an out-of-date television set. A narrow hallwayleads to unseen inner rooms. A casually dressed, middle-aged man is sitting at a table meticulously cleaning his five-shot, Smith and Wesson revolver. Steel cleaning rods and small whitecotton cleaning patches are spread out neatly on the page of a newspaper. Nearby is his gun-cleaning kit storage box. And a can of gun conditioner oil. And five bullets.
 
Throughout the first several minutes of the play the man will occasionally hold the revolver up to the light and check his barrel or cylinder for any buildup of debris or sign of rust. And he will use brush, patches and oil to clean. Thisopening action continues for about 30 seconds without interruption.There is a knock at the door. The man continues cleaning his weapon as he speaks.
 
MANYeah.(After a pause, there is another knock at the door.)
 
MANYeah!(The door slowly opens and a young man dressed to the nines cautiously enters theroom. Early to mid-20's, double-breasted suit, gaudy tie, spit-shined shoes. Likesomething out of a bad B- grade Mafia movie)(He attempts to effect a cocky exterior but he is extremely nervous. He sees the mancleaning his gun, looks around the room, then closes the door)BOYYou left the door unlocked?!MANIf you say so.
 
 
BOYWhat if it had been him?(For the first time, the man glances up to look at the boy, then continues cleaning hisweapon)
 
MANHim?BOYThe guy we've been hired to hit! He's a legend, for Christ's sake!MANLegends die. Like anything else.BOYBut he might 'a come here early and-MANAnd what?(For a few seconds the man stops cleaning and locks eyes with the boy. Then heresumes his cleaning)
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