-- Num ---- Username ---- Category ------------- Posted -- Expires --- Pages --- | 44551 | STU_RSFURR | STORIES | 12/17/92 | 12/24/92 | 16 | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Description: killing kennedy 2 | ================================================================================ Killing Kennedy II Cast: Jim, from Killing Kennedy I Rich, also from Killing Kennedy I the Cop Dr. Jansen Set: A simplified row of jail cells. Depending on the size of the stage, there can be more than two cells, but there has to be at least two. There is space in front of the cell block, obviously a hallway. The two cells are offset towards stage left. There are two doors, one on each side of the stage. At stage right, there is an area of hallway whose visible wall is not a cell door, but actually a wall, about six feet long. Inside each cell is a bunk, a chair, and a sink(with a mirror above it). Lighting: The cells should be lit with moderately dim yellow- white light, to simulate a single light bulb in the ceiling of each cell. The hallway should be lit to simulate normal hallway lighting, perhaps tending a little towards a greenish tinge, but still remaining mostly white. Props: A folding chair, brought on by the Cop. As the lights come up, Rich is in the center cell, back against the wall, hiding behind his chair. Jim, is in the stage left cell, lying on his bunk and facing the cell door. He seems much happier than Rich, and occasionally rubs the bar of the cell, as if he's reassuring himself that they're still there. Rich, on the other hand, seems scared, nearly out of his mind. Rich: This is your fault, you know. Jim: Oh? How is it my fault? Rich: You told me to kill Kennedy. Jim: So what? Rich: So I did. Jim: No you didn't. I did. Rich: I did. Jim: If you don't say that I did it, I'll tell Ruby where you are. Rich: You will? Jim: Uh-huh. And you know what'll happen then? Rich: Uh-huh. Jim: Bango. And down you go with a 38 caliber slug in the belly. (Rich gulps in fear and scrunches down behind his chair even more.) Jim: Now, then. Who killed Kennedy? Rich: (mumbles) You did. Jim: Louder, so the reporters and the people writing the history books can hear you. Rich: You did. Jim: Good. Rich: Next time I'm going to kill Ford. Jim: Oh, sure. Kill Ford. As if that'll get you into the history books. Rich: I wouldn't get arrested for it, though. Jim: What? Rich: And then Ruby wouldn't be able to find me. Jim: Why wouldn't you get arrested? Rich: Who'd notice if he got shot or not? They'd probably think he just fell down and hurt himself getting off the plane again. Jim: Oh, yeah. Rich: And then Squeaky Fromme'd take the heat. Jim: But you're forgetting the whole point. Rich: I am? Jim: The whole point's to kill somebody important enough that your name gets into the history books! Your name. Not Squeaky Fromme's, not Sirhan Sirhan's, not Charles Manson's, but yours. If you kill Ford and pin it on Fromme, she gets all the glory, even though you paid for the ammunition and the bus tickets and everything. Rich: Oh. Jim: Now, if you could pin it on somebody else, that'd make a nice Christmas present, wouldn't it? Immortality. Fame. All that. Why, it'd be a lot better than some sweater or ring or anything. Rich: What? You've got to be kidding! Jim: Wouldn't you like to get eternal fame as a Christmas pres- ent? Rich: Sure, but that's me. Not everbody feels the same way. Jim: They don't? Rich: Sure they don't. I mean, you gotta sacrifice to get into the history books. Look where we are. We're sitting ducks. At the least they're going to lock us up, where Ruby can get to us any time he wants to. It might not be worth it for some people. Jim: Then they don't know what's good for 'em. Rich: That's what you say. But this is the sorta thing everybody has to work out for themselves. Maybe they've got other plans about how to get into the history books. Maybe they don't want in the history books. Jim: What?! Rich: You heard me. Jim: I heard you, I just can't believe it. What kind of person would pass up something like that? Rich: Shy ones, I guess. Jim: Even so... (the door at stage right opens noisly and the Cop and Dr. Jansen come in, and pause in the un-cell-doored area.) Rich: (Shrieks) Ruby! (hides behind chair.) Jim: Relax. It's not Ruby. (Looks at the Cop and Dr. Jansen.) Actually, (looks closely at Dr. Jansen.) It might be Ruby. Keep hiding and I'll let you know if it's him or not. Dr. Jansen: (To Cop) Ruby? Jim: (To Rich) It's him. Rich: Oh shit... Cop: (points at Rich.) That one, there, he's been going on and on about "Ruby" coming to get him. The other one doesn't seem to care about Ruby, but he keeps complaining about us letting insurance agents in, and I know nobody's been in here since we arrested these two. Dr. Jansen: And you think they're ... Cop: (Interrupts:) I think they're fucking crazies. Just ask either of them who the President is. Rich: (Shouts) I didn't kill him! (Dr. Jansen looks at the Cop.) Cop: It has to do with Ruby. As long as he thinks Ruby isn't around, he'll admit to anything, but if anybody says the word "Ruby," he starts denying everything. Dr. Jansen: Oh. (a pause.) Ruby? Cop: You talk to 'em for a while, you'll figure it out. I'll go get you a chair. (The Cop leaves.) Dr. Jansen: (Goes and stands in front of Rich's cell.) Hi there. Rich: Don't kill me! Dr. Jansen: I'm not going to kill you. Rich: You're Ruby! Dr. Jansen: I'm Dr. Barry Jansen. I'm not Ruby. Whoever Ruby is. Rich: Ruby kills the killer! Dr. Jansen: (a pause.) All right. Since that seems to disturb you...just accept for the moment that I'm not Ruby, all right? Rich: Don't kill me! Dr. Jansen: Whatever. Anyway, hi there, I'm Dr. Barry Jansen, and I'm just going to ask you a few questions, all right? Rich: I guess so. Jim: (To Dr. Jansen.) He's lost it. He doesn't even know who killed who! Dr. Jansen: You're Rich, right? Rich: Right. Dr. Jansen: Well, Rich, to start with, as long as the officer brought it up, do you know who the President is? Rich: Kennedy! Dr. Jansen: Kennedy? Isn't he dead? Rich: He's dead and I killed him but I can't tell you that because you might be Ruby so I better keep quiet and not tell you that I know anything. Dr. Jansen: You think John F. Kennedy's the President? (the Cop comes in with the folding chair, unfolds it behind Dr. Jansen, and then leaves. Dr. Jansen sits down.) Jim: Not anymore, dink. He's dead. I killed him. Rich over there keeps saying he killed him, but I did it first. Rich: I killed him. Dr. Jansen: You killed John F. Kennedy? Rich: Uh-huh. Jim: You take that back or I'll tell Ruby on you! Rich: (Panicks.) Uh...no. I didn't kill him. Don't let him tell Ruby on me, please? I din't kill him. I din't I din't. Jim: That's better. Dr. Jansen: (To Jim.) Would it be possible for you to let me talk to Rich here without you interrupting? Jim: Sure. Dr. Jansen: All right. Now, Rich, does Ruby have anything to do with your killing Kennedy? Rich: He's going to kill me because I killed Kennedy. Dr. Jansen: (pause.) Ruby. Rich: uh-huh. Dr. Jansen: Jack Ruby? Rich: Uh-huh. Dr. Jansen: Who killed Lee Harvey Oswald? Rich: Who? Dr. Jansen: Lee Harvey Oswald. Rich: Who's that? Dr. Jansen: He killed Kennedy. Rich: No he didn't. I did. Dr. Jansen: (Another short pause.) I see.