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Monologue Mania Day # 239 by Janet S. Tiger Body of Evidence Oct. 9, 2014
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---------------------------------------------------------------------------Note: A few words about 'free' - all these monologues are protected under copyright law and are free to read, free to perform and video as long as no money is charged. Once you charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me for royalty info.
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Monologue Mania Day # 239 by Janet S. Tiger Body of Evidence Oct. 9, 2014
Body of Evidence (from CRIME)
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved
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(The detective comes out onstage, he has a piece of chalk in one hand)
We all take different paths in life, but they all come to the same end. Some of us will die in our own bed, others in the wrong bed, some will die in hospitals, others will be helped to die. Killed. That's where I come in......
Numbers. Bodies. Numbers of bodies.....
(He takes the chalk and draws an outline on the floor)
Most people never have to deal with a murder in their entire lives.
Now, if you watch TV, you would think that's an impossible statistic, but....just like serious fires, and major catastrophic events, in a lifetime, it's usually not gonna happen.
Now, a car accident, and a related death or injury, almost everyone has to deal with that. But a murder.....unless you're in the criminal justice business, odds are the only killings you will see are on the favorite show.....or the news.
We are fascinated by death, and, unfortunately, by murder.
I think that's why people love mysteries so much. Life is a big mystery, but in a TV show, the problem is solved in an hour, or, if they want, they candrag it on through a few shows, maybe a season. But solved it is, or no one watches.
Take this, though, here in the real world......
(He kneels by the chalk figure)
Last night, this was a human being...... breathing, thinking, eating......living....hopefully loving.
Now......
(He takes a rag from his pocket and erases the chalk)
Now they are gone......and my job is to figure who the perpetrator is......perhaps why, although sometimes you never know. And sometimes we never know who the killer is.....or we know, but can't do anything about it.
(He rubs his foot where the chalk was)
And all that person was becomes information on paper, on a computer. The body is now a body of evidence.
(He takes out a pad from his pocket)
This body has no name yet....John Doe. Time of death....within the last three to four hours. Stabbed, shot, strangled......poisoned, electrocuted, pushed down the stairs, run over, drowned, bludgeoned...or maybe just scared to death.
Somewhere, probably, hopefully, a family member is watching, waiting, wondering when this person will come home. And either I, or another police officer, will let them know....this person will never be coming home again.
Why did I pick this profession? Because I fit the character mold for a detective......loves fairness and justice, and wants to protect people.
(He turns to go, stops, looks back)
And I love donuts.
(He takes a donut from another pocket, starts eating it as he exits. End of scene)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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