Unbeknownst to Katniss and Peeta as they prepare for the Quell at the training center, Haymitch, Plutarch, and half the victors in it form an alliance and a plan to keep them alive. Not to mention, help kick off the rebellion at full speed. Now you have to think whoever thought of reaping surviving victors must’ve not had their head screwed on just right. Having teenagers killing each other is bad enough. But victors being chosen again for the Hunger Games is just incredibly dumb. I mean these are people who’ve had their lives ruined by the Capitol from the moment many of them were reaped to participate in it. Haymitch for instance, would soon lose his entire family, become an alcoholic, and send 46 tributes to their deaths to entertain the masses. And he’s not an unusual case. Some exceptionally good looking victors are forced into prostitution under threat of their loved ones if they refused like Finnick. Not to mention, the victors tend to be friends with each other, having shared the experiences of brutality. And it’s these ties that help half the victors form a conspiracy with Haymitch and Plutarch.

For a song pertaining to such secret conspiracy, I used “The Last Supper” from Jesus Christ Superstar. The original version depicts Jesus sharing one final meal with his disciples and saying that Peter will deny him and someone else will betray him like Judas Iscariot. It’s a rather dramatic rendition. In the Hunger Games version, I have Haymitch and some of the allied victors discuss their plans to break out of the arena the night before the Quell officially kicks off. I know this scene didn’t take place in the books or movies because victors are on 24 hour surveillance in order to deter insurrections. But when it comes to musical numbers, you can’t have Haymitch and the others communicating through bread. Also, the phrase “jaded mandarin” describes Haymitch perfectly.

 

“The Last Meeting”

 

Allied Victors:

Look at all my trials and tribulations

Sinking in a gentle pool of wine

Don’t disturb me now I can see the answers

Till this evening is this morning life is fine

Never thought that I’d be a Games victor

Knew that I had to make it to survive

Thought we were retired before this Quarter Quell

But they’ll still talk about us when we’ve died

 

Haymitch:

The end…

Is just a little harder when brought about by friends

For all you care Peeta could be my son

For all you care Katniss could be my daughter

The end!

At the arena’s edge

There is a large force field wall

Blow it up and help them escape from the Quarter Quell

I must be mad thinking this will work out – yes

I must be out of my head!

We all suffered so badly! I’ve lost my whole family

Had 46 tributes now dead!

They’ve made our lives hell

Now they’ve got this Quell –

 

Allied Victors:

Oh, shit! How could? Impossible!

 

Haymitch:

Plutarch will help us, he is on our side

There weren’t many takers – but that’s not all we need

One of you here dining, one of the 12 allies

Who knows electricity –

 

Beetee:

Cut out the dramatics! You know very well who –

 

Haymitch:

How will you go do it?

 

Beetee:

You want me to do it?

 

Haymitch:

You’re the brains here

 

Beetee:

If you knew why I do it…

 

Haymitch:

I don’t care why you do it!

 

Finnick:

You know how they watch you, what if they just kill you?

 

Plutarch:

They’re fools – I’ve played them

 

Johanna:

You want me to do it!

What if I just stayed here and ruined his ambition?

Snow he deserves it!

 

Haymitch:

Hurry you fool, hurry and go

Save me your speeches, I don’t wanna know – GO!

 

Allied Victors:

Look at all my trials and tribulations

Sinking in a gentle pool of wine

What’s that in the bread it’s gone to my head

Till this morning is this evening life is fine

Never thought that I’d be a Games victor

Knew that I had to make it to survive

Thought we were retired before this Quarter Quell

But they’ll still talk about us when we’ve died

 

Johanna:

You sad pathetic man – see where you’ve brought us to

Our ideals die around us all because of you

And now the saddest cut of all –

Someone has to save your kids

You’re washed up champion, and a sloshed up has been

A jaded mandarin

A jaded mandarin

A jaded jaded faded mandarin

 

Haymitch:

Get out! They’re waiting! Get out!

They’re waiting for you

 

Johanna:

Every time I look at her I don’t understand

Why she let the things she did get so out of hand

She’d have managed better if you’d had it planned –

 

Allied Victors:

Look at all my trials and tribulations

Sinking in a gentle pool of wine

Don’t disturb me now I can see the answers

Till this evening is this morning life is fine

Never thought that I’d be a Games victor

Knew that I had to make it to survive

Thought we were retired before this Quarter Quell

But they’ll still talk about us when we’ve died

 

Haymitch:

Will no one save those kids for me?

Beetee? Jo? Finn?

Can some of you work with me?

Beetee? Jo? Finn?