Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Monday, December 21, 2009

Week 49, Day 337 - "The Five Dollar Mystery"

“The Five Dollar Mystery”

Written by Joe Janes

12/21/09

337 of 365

Cast

Jude, 30s

Robed Guy, ???

(Lights up on a plain terry cloth bathrobe on the back of a chair. Jude enters in his pajamas, stretching. He puts on his robe and discovers a five dollar bill in his pocket. This makes him very happy. Lights go to black and then back up. Again we see the robe draped over the back of the chair. Jude enters again in his pajama, stretching. He puts his robe on and is amazed to find another five dollar bill in his pocket. He is stymied by this, but also pleased. As lights fade, he sniffs the robe and smells something foul. The lights go to black and back up. The robe is again draped on the chair, but Jude stands next to it in his pajamas. He’s afraid to touch it. He tries smelling it from a distance. He gets close enough to discover it smells sour. He pulls his sleeve over his right hand and retrieves another five dollar bill from the robe’s pocket. He sniffs that, too. It smells awful. Lights fade and come back up on the robe draped over the chair. Jude, in his pajamas, sets up a video camera and points it at the robe. He hesitantly walks away, checking back on his robe. He looks one more time from the doorway, turns off the light as he leaves. Fog fills the stage. We hear sinister organ music. Lights pop back on. Standing in the doorway in a long, black hooded robe and holding a scythe is Death. He slowly walks up behind the robe and looms over it. He drops the scythe and picks up the robe, rubbing it against his face as he takes deep breaths. The music switches to some throbbing, inane club beat. Death takes the robe and rubs it all over his body as he dances. He particularly spends some time straddling the robe and rhythmically flossing his crotch with it. The music stops and we hear a tinnier, smaller version of the organ music we heard before. It’s Death’s cell phone. He picks up. As he speaks, he puts the robe back in its place.)

DEATH

Hello?... Speaking… Nothing… Just hanging out.. Some fat guy just ate a donut too fast? I’m on it..

(He hangs up and looks lovingly at the robe. He takes a five dollar bill out of his pocket, kisses it and tucks it into the robe’s pocket. He exits and lights go to black. They come back up and Jude enters in his pajamas. He looks at the robe, but doesn’t pick it up. He goes over to the video camera and checks the playback screen, He presses a button and he starts watching it. We hear the organ music coming from the camera. Jude is frightened. The music changes to the dance music and now Jude is appalled. He picks up the scythe and uses it to pick up the robe. As he walks off, we see him trying to start a lighter to set the robe on fire. Blackout.)

Monday, August 24, 2009

Week 32, Day 218 - “A Gospel Song for Atheists”

“A Gospel Song for Atheists”
Written by Joe Janes
8/24/09
218 of 365

CAST
Duke, 20s
Lacey, 20s
Zip, 20s
Chip, 30s
Daria, 30s
Molly, 40s

(Lights up on Duke, Lacey, and Zip playing dominoes. Off to the side, Chip and Daria play darts. Molly enters. She enters with a can of beer. She sits away from everyone else and pops it open.)

CHIP
Hey, Sarge. What’s up?

MOLLY
You guys hear about Keith?

DARIA
Yah. We heard. It sucks.

ZIP
I didn’t hear.

LACEY
Keith got hit.

ZIP
Sniper?

DUKE
Volvo. He was jay walking.

CHIP
Come all the way across the world to put your life on the line for your country and get killed by a car. Shit. I could have done that at home.

MOLLY
At least he’s in a better place.

CHIP
Depends on who you ask.

DARIA
What’s that mean? Keith was a good guy.

ZIP
Dude’s in heaven.

LACEY
Keith was an atheist. Don’t you have to believe in heaven to get into heaven?

DUKE
I don’t think that excludes you. Maybe it's like a surprise party. “Surprise – you’ve reached the golden gates.”

MOLLY
If you ask the Muslims, the ones we’re fighting for or against on any given day, they’ll tell you we’re all going to hell regardless of what we do.

ZIP
They actually are pro killing people to get into heaven.

LACEY
And they set you up with 27 virgins if you do. Is that really a plus? Getting hooked up with a room full of Dukes?

DUKE
Hey!

CHIP (singing)
People trying to get into heaven
sure makes it hell of earth
Christians claim to be very wise men
Who believe in virgin birth

CHORUS (ALL)
Shine a light
Show the way
Are they right?
Do I really have to pray?

DARIA
So many religions all with their own take

MOLLY
Trying to figure out why I’m fighting Shiites and Sunnis

ZIP
Is it for God, Muhammad or Joseph Smith’s sake?

DARIA
I remember growing up only fearing the Moonies

MOLLY (speaking)
At the airport.

DARIA (speaking)
That’s right.

CHIP
All we have is our brief moment in time
We’re on this planet separate, but equal
When we’ve taken our last breath, all is sublime
That’s it, it’s over, there’s not even a sequel

CHORUS (ALL)
Shine a light
Show the way
Are they right?
Does it matter what they say?

LACEY (bridge)
What if one of them is right or maybe it’s all
Methodist or Mormon or flying spaghetti
We just have to do something to avoid a fall (to hell)
We just have to believe in something and not be petty

CHIP
You think we do end up wherever we believe

MOLLY
If we have faith in nothing, the lights just get turned off

DUKE
When you kiss that bus or bullet you go on permanent leave

ZIP
The grim reaper just grabs your balls and tells you to cough

CHORUS (ALL)
Turn off the light
There is no way
No one is right
Better just live for the day

(Air raid sirens start going off – They all look at one another. Duke crosses himself, Zip kisses his rosary beads, Molly says a quick prayer, Chip quickly meditates, Daria kisses her Star of David, and Lacey faces Mecca and quickly does a Muslim salat prayer ritual

ALL
Better just live for the day

(Blackout)

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Week 24, Day 165 - "The Death of Me"

“The Death of Me”
Written by Joe Janes
7/2/09
165 of 365

CAST
Larry Worthington, late 70s
Vanessa Bomblatt, 30s
Security Guard, 30s

(Lights up on Larry sitting in a chair. He is an older man. He is dressed in a loose fitting suit. He holds a beat up brief case on his lap. Vanessa sits at a nearby desk looking over papers. Off to the side near a door is a bank security guard. She occasionally glances at him, he notices and raises his eyebrows. She goes back to looking at the papers.)

VANESSA
Mr. Worthington?

LARRY
Yes?

VANESSA
How can I say this?

LARRY
I can help you there, Miss Bomblatt. You can just say “yes.” Hand me a check and I’ll be on my way.

VANESSA
I wish it were that simple.

LARRY
I have never asked for a loan my entire life.

VANESSA
Actually, you have, you just have never been granted one.

LARRY
That’s what I meant. You could be my first.

VANESSA
Mr. Worthington-

LARRY
Call me, Larry. Everybody calls me Larry. You say Mr. Worthington and I think you’re talking to my dad. And he’s dead.

VANESSA
Larry, banks tend to give people loans when they’re reasonably certain the person will be able to pay them back. You have nothing to secure the loan.

LARRY
I have my word. And we could shake on it.

VANESSA
Fine with me, but I’m afraid the bank would want something more. Don’t you have any collateral you could put against ten thousand dollars?

LARRY
I have the money in my checking account.

VANESSA (reading another paper)
Which is currently negative three dollars and forty-eight cents.

LARRY
Oh. The government must have deposited my monthly check.

VANESSA
You rent your room. You have no furniture or automobile. Don’t you own anything of value?

LARRY
I have books. Hardcover books. Real nice. Quite a collection. (He opens his briefcase and takes out a book.) Like this one.

VANESSA
I see. (Looks it over). This is a library book.

LARRY
Told you they were nice.

VANESSA
And they belong to the library.

LARRY
Technically, maybe. But I’ve had them a long time. There’s got to be a point where I’ve had them so long they’re mine. Some statue of limitations.

VANESSA
I wouldn’t know. Isn’t there some friend or relative-?

LARRY
Please, Miss Bomblatt. Vanessa. May I call you Vanessa?

VANESSA
Sure.

LARRY
I really need this money, Vanessa. As you can see, I’ve been around quite awhile. Longer than most of my friends and family. There’s no one for me to turn to.

VANESSA
Run it by me in more detail. You need the money to build a marker.

LARRY
To build a monument.

VANESSA
A monument. Commemorating what?

LARRY
Lawrence Worthington.

VANESSA
You.

LARRY
That is correct.

VANESSA
Most people who have had monuments built honoring themselves, Larry, didn’t build it themselves. Other people did. To honor them for their contributions to society.

LARRY
There must be some people who did.

VANESSA
Perhaps, but I’ll wager they were stinking rich enough to pay for it out of their own pocket.

LARRY
Well, like you said, I don’t own anything of value. I couldn’t afford a monument made out of Cheetohs.

VANESSA
You don’t have anything of material value. You seem like a decent man. You have a nice smile.

LARRY
And that will be gone when I die. (She looks at him concerned.) Whenever that is.

VANESSA
I’m sorry, Larry. I just can’t help you. Hey, what about a gravestone? When you pass on, let your gravestone be your monument.

LARRY (Standing)
Who the hell visits graveyards? I sure don’t. And I don’t know anyone who’d be swinging by my pile of dirt. I never married. I don’t have any kids. I just wanted a little monument. A simple statue of me to put in a park somewhere. Something to tell people I was here. That in all the history of time, I was here, on this spot, for a little while. And you know what I’d have written on the base of that statue?

VANESSA
What?

LARRY (waving)
Hi. Just something to say, “Hi, I was here.” And “hey, you’re here now. And you’re taking a moment to read this and know that I was once alive. Like you. Aren’t we something?” (Waves) Hi.

VANESSA (touched, but…)
I’m sorry, Larry.

LARRY
I tried.

(He gathers his things and heads towards the door. The security guard opens it for him. He exits. Lights shift and we hear the screeching of tires. Larry drops his briefcase and holds up one hand. The security guard steps forward and addresses the audience.)

SECURITY GUARD
Larry stepped out into the street not noticing the quickly setting asphalt he stepped in or the cement truck heading his way careening out of control. He got the monument he wanted. And every morning as Vanessa Bomblatt comes in to work, she stops by and she says, “Hi.” (He starts to walk away and then comes back) Five years from now, this bank branch will close due to financial turmoil caused by Vanessa’s excessive embezzling siphoning off retirement funds. She’s sent to prison where she is shived while working in the prison library. This building is bought by a real estate developer who bulldozes the whole block and flattens everything, even Larry. Larry’s still waving, up through a sewage grate into an abandoned half-finished hip-eco-overpriced-condo project. (He walks away and comes back). Oh, I quit my job as a security guard to devote my life to my passion, playing the jazz lute. I tour the world and am the highest paid jazz lute player ever. I make as much as I made working here. See? Happy ending. Until I died in a plane crash over a swamp. (He shrugs. Blackout.)

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Week 13, Day 91 - “A Friend In The End”

“A Friend In The End”
Written by Joe Janes
4/19/09
91 of 365

CAST:
HANDSOME MAN, 30’s
CAROLINE, 80’s
GENE, 30’S
TERRY, 20’S
2 MEN IN COVERALLS

(Scene opens on the Handsome Man near Caroline’s bedside. She is ill, but this is not a hospital bed. It is a lush bedroom, perhaps in a mansion. She wears a crushed velvet dress and has long gray hair. She is very frail. The Handsome Man appears to be in his 30’s, fit, healthy and well dressed.)



HANDSOME MAN
Caroline. I have brought your favorite book to read.

CAROLINE
Hold my hand.

HANDSOME MAN
Of course.

(They do and they sit quietly for a moment.)

CAROLINE
Do you remember that time in Africa?

HANDSOME MAN
Yes. I do. We had that incompetent guide who tried to lead us across a river.

CAROLINE
I missed jumping on to that rock and fell.

HANDSOME MAN
I had to run along the riverbank to grab you and pull you out.

CAROLINE
You were always there for me.

HANDSOME MAN
You weren’t in any real danger.

CAROLINE
Let me see your face, again.

(The Handsome Man turns his head towards her. She lifts her hand and touches his cheek.)

CAROLINE (continuing)
I don’t expect that.

HANDSOME MAN
What’s that?

CAROLINE
The coldness.

HANDSOME MAN
I’m sorry.

CAROLINE
It’s not your fault.

HANDSOME MAN
I’m going to miss you.

CAROLINE
I’m not buying that. You’ll forget about me.

HANDSOME MAN
No. I don’t think so. Even if I did, there would be an empty spot in my memory. I would know you were there. That something was there. Something special.

CAROLINE
That spoils the dream, though, doesn’t it?

HANDSOME MAN
The dream?

CAROLINE
Dream that I am young.

HANDSOME MAN
Perhaps another time.

CAROLINE
Dream that I am young and hold me.

(The Handsome Man holds Caroline for a moment. It is very tender. He notices something about her. He lies her back down. There is an echoing “clack” sound as harsh overhead lights flick on. Two men in coveralls enter and place Caroline in a body bag. They remove her as the rest of the scene plays out. A man, Terry, and a woman, Gene, in lab coats, enter. They walk over to the Handsome Man.)

GENE
Heartbreaking, ain’t it, kid.

TERRY
Ever get used to that?

GENE AND HANDSOME MAN
No.

GENE
He was talking to me. ...Help me with the faceplate. It needs to be a long lost girlfriend by 5 o’clock.

(She takes the remote control she’s holding and clicks it at the Handsome Man. He quickly “shuts off,” tilting his head back. Gene shows Terry how to remove the Handsome Man’s face as lights fade to black.)