Thursday, May 31, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1567 Dead Hit by Janet S. Tiger (c) June 1, 2018

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Today is Day # 1567!  To look at the other 1567 titles - click here
  first   year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016  four year Feb. 14, 2017 today!                 
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Monologue Mania Day # 1567 by Janet S. Tiger (c) June 1, 2018      
                               Dead Hit

                                       A monologue by Janet S. Tiger (c) Dec. 8, 2016
tigerteam1@gmail.com   all rights reserved 


          (Very elegant man, early forties, British and extremely upper class is listening
while pacing slowly.  He stops, removes a cigarette and lights it, takes a deep breath, blows
out the smoke)

Very interesting.

Verrrrrry interesting.

In my entire life, I would have to say this is the most fascinating last request I have ever heard.

And I have heard many wills read.  When one is of a certain class, with a certain standing, one
hears a great deal.

But this.......this is bully strange.

Let me see if I have the details in the correct order.

My uncle, who always detested me, has decided that, in order for me to inherit the stipend
he has deigned to leave me, has formulated a request that I must complete before I receive my
bequest........

The only tiny little catch is that.....I must kill someone.

And that person is.....someone my uncle hated.  A hit from the grave....a dead hit......

I like that.  It has a form of symmetry.  My uncle hated this person, and he also detested me!  So,
in essence, he kills two birds with one stone!
Now you, a reknowned solicitor who is known for shady dealings, you assure me that this request is in no way legal, and yet, I can follow the orders and receive the funds.  Another fascinating angle.

What I like is the complete lack of moral ambiguity.  There is no doubt this is completely and
utterly immoral - potentially devastating to me and my future, and, it also isn't very nice.

You ask me if I need time to think.

And now you give me ten minutes - which is in the will, as well!

According to my trusty watch, I have....

       (Looks at wrist)

All of sixty seconds.

To be or not to be - to kill or not to kill.  That is the question.

Am I a moral man or a murderer who will try to escape detection while proving I did it!

       (Leans over, nods head)

My decision?  You have any doubt what my answer is?

         (Turns to leave, stops looks back, smiles, lights down)

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First posted Day #1032 Dead Hit by Janet S. Tiger (c) Dec. 10, 2016
           
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Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1566 Down to the Wire by Janet S. Tiger (c) May 31, 2018


Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1560!  To look at the other 1559 titles - click here
  first   year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016  four year Feb. 14, 2017 today!                 
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop - if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
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Monologue Mania Day # 1566 Down to the Wire by Janet S. Tiger (c) May 31, 2018      
 

                                   Down to the Wire

                                                    by Janet S. Tiger
                                             © 2014 all rights reserved

                                                tigerteam1@gmail.com

            (A man comes out onstage.  He is wearing a uniform - it is old, and does not fit.  But he wears it proudly.)

Kids, please put away those computers.  Give ‘em to me……

            (He reaches out his hand, he is firm)

NOW!

            (The computers are handed, and he puts them in his pockets)

Thank you.

Remember what Granddad used to say?  When you get down to the wire, that’s when it all comes together……down to the wire…..

You’re probably wondering why I put on granddad’s old uniform from World War II.

He wore it last Memorial Day…..you remember, when he sat on the float?  He is going to be buried in it tomorrow, and I’m bringing it to the funeral home in a little while… I just wanted to have him close to me one more time.

He was my hero, from when I was a little kid….right down to the end here.

One day, when I was about your age,  I told him he was my hero.

He said that I shouldn’t think of him that way, and he told me this story, that happened to him during the December of 1944, down to the wire for the end of the war.

He’d been separated from his unit during the confusion at the beginning of the Battle of the Bulge.  He was walking trying to find other guys he knew.  It was cold, winter, he was wet, scared, it was a bad day…….and just then a Jeep drove by with American markings on it…..the driver slowed a bit, and my Dad waved at him to stop.

(Yelling)  Can’t stop!  Have an important message for headquarters!

…the driver yelled at him, and to add insult to injury, there was a puddle and the Jeep went through it soaking him and covering him with mud.

My father – your grandfather – gave him the universal finger, and cursed him –…(loud) ‘I hope you go to Hell first!’

My father kept walking, and a few minutes later he heard a crash, but there were a lot of noises that distracted him, and he had to stay alert, so he didn’t think much about it, until he rounded a curve in the road and passed through some trees to see the Jeep he had cursed smashed into a tree. 

He ran to the Jeep, and the driver was there, but he had no head anymore – it had been severed by a trick the Germans used – they would string wire across the road between two trees – if a Jeep went through fast enough, the driver would be decapitated….

My father checked, and sure enough, there was the wire …….and he took the Jeep and drove it to the next camp, and gave the body of the dead driver to be buried.  He remembered what the driver had said, about an important message, and delivered it himself.  He had just narrowly escaped being killed by the Germans who had strung that wire, and he ended up with a medal for bravery, even though, as he said, the only reason he was still alive was the other guy, the driver was an SOB.

So why do I tell you this story now?  Because your granddad wanted me to – he wanted you guys to know he wasn’t perfect, so when you face some tough stuff, you’ll remember to do your best, but don’t worry – you ain’t never gonna be perfect.  And when you get down to the wire…..if you can….just duck…….

            (He reaches into his pockets for the computers, is surprised by the reaction)

You want more stories about granddad? 

            (He wipes his eyes, then stands up straight)

I think he would like that……let’s go outside and take a walk…..

            (He turns to leave, looks back)

Some of these stories are best left unheard by your mother……He was in Paris on a furlough....and there was this girl.......


            (We hear him start another story as he exits.  The end.)

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First posted Day #89  Down to the Wire May 12, 2014 

     


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Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1565 Hate Crimes by Janet S. Tiger (c) May 30, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1565!  To look at the other 1564 titles - click here
  first   year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016  four year Feb. 14, 2017 today!                 
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop - if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
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Monologue Mania Day # 1565 Hate Crimes by Janet S. Tiger (c) May 30, 2018           
                          Alert - strong language and themes

                                  Hate Crimes 
                                                        A one-act 
                                                     By Janet S. Tiger
                               
                                                       © Jan. 27, 2018
                                                   Tigerteam1@gmail.com

CHARACTERS –

In order of appearance

Bryan -  20s
Father – 50s

Setting -  Living room                                     



(Young man enters, he is angry.  This is Bryan, and he looks at his father, sitting in an easy chair, reading.)

BRYAN-  I hate Jews!

         (The father looks up, shrugs and goes back to his paper)

BRYAN -  Didja hear me?  I said that I hate Jews!

FATHER- So?  I hate Jews, big deal.. I hate a lotta people, and I'm glad to see you do,
too.  I stopped all that polical correctness shit in you kids, except for your brother, who decided he wanted to be a fairy, but you can't win 'em all. Five outta six winners, can't complain.

BRYAN -  From the first day I remember you tellin' me stuff, I knew Jews were the
enemy, and they were the worst, because the others didn't have money like the Jews, and the Jews used all their money to keep us down.

FATHER -  Ok, you got it, what's eatin' your ass now...

BRYAN -  You know that girl I been hangin' out with, Christie?

FATHER -  The pretty one with the big tits.....?

BRYAN -  Dad!  That's my...my girl...

FATHER -  I know.  And if she had little tits she wouldn't be your girls, so I ask again,
what's eatin' you?

BRYAN -  Her father is big into family....before we get, you know married or have a
baby...

FATHER -  You better get married first, I don't want no bastards around here.....(thinks)              Wait a minute, is she knocked up?  Is that what this is about?  Is it yours?

BRYAN -  (Getting madder)  No!

FATHER -  Not yours?  Then just fuck her and let someone else take care of it....

BRYAN -  I mean, no, she's not pregnant!

FATHER -  Then what the hell do you want from me?

BRYAN -  The truth.

FATHER -  (Getting irritated)  I always tell the truth, even if people don't like it....I tell the
truth always....

BRYAN -  So how do you figure this?

           (He waves some papers, his father takes them)

FATHER -  What is this?  Ancestry.com?  What the....

BRYAN -  Christie, she saw this ad on TV.....

FATHER -  -(Waves this aside)  That girl watches too much TV, she told me her favorite
show was (derogatory)  the Bachelor!  Not too bright, and when those tits start to sag....

BRYAN - Shut up!  ((Breathes heavy)  She wanted to know who I was, what our family
was.

FATHER -  So what?

BRYAN -  So she sent some of my DNA in...

FATHER -  Jesus, and you didn't know?  Now that's stupid....spendin' good money on
crap like that....

BRYAN -  These are the results, Dad.....

        (He points to something on the pages)

BRYAN -  There, read that!

FATHER -  Eastern European ancestry......so what?

BRYAN -  Do you know what that means?

FATHER -  Some of our ancestors were Pollacks, again, who cares, it probably means
you could have some dumb babies.....

BRYAN -  Incredible!  Boy this harder than I thought.....when she saw that, she made
me get tested for all these diseases, and you know what came up?

FATHER -  Cabbage and potatoes and vodka?

BRYAN -  Tay Sachs

FATHER -  Is it tasty?

BRYAN - (Scornful) It's a disease....you idiot...

          (His father smacks his son across the face, but the boy doesn't flinch)

BRYAN -  It's a bad disease, kind of like it kills your baby.....

FATHER -  So, don't have babies, get a yellow one from China....

BRYAN -  It's a disease  (reading)...primarily found ...in Ashkenazi Jews.....

         (His father sits heavily)

BRYAN -  No punch?  No reaction at all?  Do you know what that means, Dad?  It's
from the patrilineal side - that means you, Dad!  That's means... there's a Jew in the woodpile!

         (His father now jumps up and rips the papers)

BRYAN -  That's really smart, I guess the Polish part landed in you, right?

         (His father moves to smack him again and he ducks this tim)

BRYAN -  It's just a copy, we have the originals.....did you know?  Or did you suspect
that all along because you love money so much!

FATHER -  Shut up and get the hell outta here!  I don't have to listen to this shit!

BRYAN -  Shit?  I don't think so, Dad.....why would I make this up?  I mean, what this
means is......I hate ......me......

           (His father turns away, and is trying to get a hold of himself)

FATHER -  Your grandfather, on your mother’s side, he ….once told me he escaped
from Russia, back at the turn of the last century…..something called a….pogrom….But he was senile, no one listened to him…..especially not my father……

BRYAN -  So it’s true…..

FATHER -  I don’t know…..and I don’t wanna know!  I don’t wanna listen to this!

          (He shakes his head)


BRYAN -  But you hafta listen…..unless I was adopted, I’m part Jew…..how can I hate,
part of me……

FATHER -  Just focus on hating…..me….

             (He slumps and his son goes to him, touches his shoulder)

BRYAN -  Look Dad, I didn’t know what to think, but maybe, we can kinda, learn about
this …together?

FATHER -  Okay……

BRYAN -  Maybe we could even go to synagogue sometime?

              (His father hugs him, and turns to leave)

FATHER -  Look, I’m gonna get a beer, want one?  I mean, do Jews drink beer? 

BRYAN -  Yeah, I guess they do!

              (His father exits, and Bryan watches, then turns to the audience)

BRYAN -  And that’s exactly how it went…..in my brain….the truth is, my father beat the
crap outta me – I still have a scar here…..

            (Points to his forehead)

BRYAN -  And I haven’t seen my father in four years…..and I broke up with Christie,
because she didn’t wanna marry a Jew, let alone one with a marker for a disease!  And my brothers and sisters don’t talk to me….and I don’t get it, I mean, they have Jewish blood, too?  Right?

So here I am, rabbi, ready to learn….but first, just one question…..how do I stop hating….myself?

              (Blackout.  The end.)
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Swedenborg Hall 2006-8