The Last Toll
A tragicomedy for two and a barrier
- Tragicomedy
- Absurdist
- 2-character play
- 2 either
- 14 min
- Beginner
Synopsis
It is the last night for the booth on lane 7: by morning, unmanned gantries will take its place. No car has come through for hours, yet Dominique is patiently training the new recruit sent out for the night, procedure by procedure, from the good evening to the change placed in the driver’s hand. Noa listens, takes notes, and keeps glancing at the toolbox on the ground.
A motorway toll booth, lane 7, on its last night before closing, from a quarter past five to six in the morning.
Casting
182 lines- DOMINIQUE No gender marker, Senior around sixty, thirty-one years in the booth on lane 7.
- NOA No gender marker, Young adult twenty-something, in an orange hi-vis vest, on site since four in the morning with a toolbox.
Contents
- Scene 1: Procedure Nineteen
- Scene 2: One Screw per Procedure
- Scene 3: Forty
Excerpt
Scene 1: Procedure Nineteen
(Night. A toll booth: a sliding window, a stool, a cash drawer, a log book on the ledge, a green arrow lit up and, above the window, a plate: 7. On the ground, a toolbox. Dominique, inside the booth, holds a fat binder open. Noa, standing beside it, notebook in hand, watches the road.)
DOMINIQUE
Procedure nineteen. The four drivers.
NOA
It’s a quarter past five.
DOMINIQUE
The four drivers don’t keep hours. There are the ones who look at you. The ones who don’t. The ones who sing. And the ones who cry.
NOA
The ones who cry?
DOMINIQUE
About once a week. Sunday nights, mostly.
177 more lines, 3 scenes
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