Icaruss
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 Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 7:16 am Post subject: Criminalities: A One Act Play (Rated for Language) |
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Or my own Reservoir Dogs rippoff. It ain't all that great.
(There is a table. And in the table there are two men: Rob and Stevie. Partners. They are in an abandoned warehouse –their rendezvous point. There is nothing but the table, the dim light above their heads, and some crates around them. They’re the only ones in the warehouse, and they are wondering why. Both of them are wearing jeans and a white t-shirt.)
STEVIE: Let’s just think about this. I mean… I could be—- we could be wrong, right? Maybe… they got caught up in traffic… or maybe they just… maybe they are just laying low before going back out to the open again… and, you know… rendezvous.
ROB: Yap it.
STEVIE: Yap it?
ROB: I’m thinking. Shut up.
(Stevie closes his mouth for a moment, while Rob contemplates their options. There aren’t many.)
ROB: We should go.
STEVIE: Fuck that, man! I ain’t going anywhere till you… till we figure out what exactly happened… cause… I mean, Gabriel and the others could get here any minute with the stuff and if we just go we will… we’ll not be here and…
(Stevie stops talking, as Rob just stares at him)
ROB: Steven. They’re not coming.
STEVIE: How…? How can you even say that, man? It’s been, what? Twenty minutes tops? They’re just twenty minutes late and you’re already saying they’re dead and--
ROB: --I’m not saying they’re dead--
STEVIE: --and you’re all like… wanting us to go away… when they should be here any second--
ROB: --Stevie, they’re not coming--
STEVIE: --and don’t say they aren’t coming cause they sure as hell are. We spent--
ROB (Banging his palm against the table): Shut up! Just shut up! Shut up!
(There is silence, as Stevie just looks away, intimidated)
STEVIE: I’m sorry… you’re right… they ain’t coming. If they were coming, they would already be here, and we would already be buying bus tickets to like… Chicago… or something.
ROB: Wisconsin.
STEVIE: Wisconsin…? What? What do you mean?
ROB: I’ve always wanted to go to Wisconsin.
STEVIE: Well… now’s your chance, dude. Looks like we gonna have to get out of here for a while… cause if… cause if they got them, then…
ROB: They’re gonna croak.
(Rob sinks his face on his arms, groaning. Stevie stays quiet)
ROB (Muffled): Damn it. Damn it... We gotta get out of here. We should’ve organized it better. We should’ve…
STEVIE: What?
ROB (Raising his head): I… I said we should’ve organized it better. We should’ve prevented these kinds of things.
STEVIE: How? We didn’t even know there was something… we didn’t even know there was something wrong until we… got here—- don’t you think they just run off with the loot? Maybe they just run off with the loot.
(There’s a pause)
STEVIE: Do you think they got the loot…?
ROB: Hell, I don’t know. Whatever’s the case we’re screwed. If they got the loot; we get no loot. They’ll probably just tell the police our location, to make sure we don’t come a'knocking later.
STEVIE: Shit… this is bad… this is very fucking bad… this is just so freaking bad…
ROB: Stop swearing.
STEVIE: Fuck you.
(Rob doesn’t say anything, and Stevie just stays quiet. Then he regrets his choice of words.)
STEVIE: I’m sorry… I didn’t mean that… I’m… I didn’t mean that. I’ll… I’ll stop swearing.
CHRISTIAN (Walking into the scene): Dumb fuck!
(The other two stand up, alarmed by the sudden appearance of another player: Christian. He is wearing the same thing as they are, white t-shirt, and jeans, and carrying a mask in his hand. His t-shirt is covered in what we suppose is blood)
ROB: Christian.
STEVIE: Christian! Christian what the hell happened? What took you so long--
(Christian gets closer as he speaks, as soon as he gets illuminated by the light, Rob interrupts Stevie)
ROB: Is that… is that blood--? Stevie, is he covered in blood?
STEVIE: What the fuck happened to you? Where are… where’s Gabriel and Tom… and…
(Christian just says there nodding, thinking about his answer)
STEVIE: Where the hell are they, man? What happened?
ROB: Christian, answer the question.
CHRISTIAN: Well… those were two questions, Rob… which--
ROB: Answer the question.
CHRISTIAN (chuckling nervously): I… you’re not gonna believe this but… I shot him—- I shot Gabriel. Right in the head.
STEVIE: What the heck, man!
CHRISTIAN: I had to do it, Steve. He was… we was driving towards here… and there was traffic, and we had the loot in our trunk--
ROB: You’ve got the loot?
CHRISTIAN: I got the loot.
STEVIE: You’re asking him if he’s got the loot? He freaking murdered Gabriel, Rob! He shot him in the… Jesus Christ…
(Stevie hesitates for a moment, before pulling out a gun, and pointing it at Christian, who just stands there)
CHRISTIAN: You weren’t there. You weren’t—- we were on the road, and there was traffic… and… and a police car ended up next to us… and Gabriel started getting nervous--
STEVIE: So you shot him?
ROB: Calm down, Steven.
STEVIE: Are you asking me to calm down? Right now. Cause calm down seems like the least intelligent thing to do right now. He just murdered Gabriel, Rob, he just--
ROB: And he’s telling us why. Let’s just listen to his reasons--
CHRISTIAN: --Yeah, I’m trying to explain to you--
ROB (raising his voice): --let’s just listen to his reasons… and then you can shoot him if you want.
CHRISTIAN: Wait. What?
STEVIE (to Rob): Fine. (to Christian) OK. Explain.
CHRISTIAN Just put the gun down for a--
STEVIE: Go! You’ve got fifteen seconds, Chris.
CHRISTIAN: Stevie, just--
ROB: I’d listen to the man, Christian.
STEVIE: Fourteen.
CHRISTIAN: OK! Alright! We were riding over here, and then… and then this police car… stops next to us… you know… because of the… because of the… the…
STEVIE: Thirteen.
CHRISTIAN: Oh God… because of the traffic… so he gets nervous… Gabriel does…
STEVIE: Twelve.
CHRISTIAN: Robbie… tell him to stop…
STEVIE: Eleven.
CHRISTIAN: Shit, Stevie! C’mon! Stop this!
STEVIE: Stop what? Ten. You just shot one of us, Chris. I want to know why— Nine--
CHRISTIAN: We’re driving and we’re caught on a red light! And there is a cop car next to us. And the line isn’t growing small fast enough, for him. And he starts to panic… and he says we should just cancel! We should just drive away! Too much traffic, he says. And then I tell him no. That we’re going back to the warehouse. That we’re a team! That this loot isn’t ours! And then he says “fuck you, Chris! I’m just dealing with the situation at hand! We got cops next to us! We’re not moving in a long time!” He asks me how much longer till those cops get the plate numbers, and realize their next to one of the cars involved. How many minutes. I say, alright, I’ll pull over, right here. And he says good. And then I pull over into an alley, and then I shoot him in the head. I shoot him. Because he was trying to rip us… to rip you off. I. Shoot. Him.
(There’s a moment of silence. Christian is in tears. Stevie is still pointing his gun towards Christian)
ROB: What did you do with the body?
CHRISTIAN: I… I left it… I left it in the alley.
ROB: And the loot is in the car?
CHRISTIAN: Yes.
STEVE: What about Tom? What happened to Tom?
CHRISTIAN: They got him in the head. Back in the bank.
ROB: So no-one’s coming back here now?
CHRISTIAN: No.
ROB (to Stevie): Shoot him.
(Stevie pulls the trigger, and Christian falls dead to the ground. There’s a moment of silence, as Stevie lowers his gun, and Rob stares at the dead body)
STEVIE: What happens now?
ROB: We get out of here.
STEVIE: And go where?
ROB: Wisconsin. I always wanted to go to Wisconsin. |
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He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?"
I said, "My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot,
Anita Ekberg, Sophia Loren."
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