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monologue mania day # 230 by janet s. tiger a new movement (c) sept. 30, 2014

9/30/2014

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 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monologue Mania Day # 230 by Janet S. Tiger A New Movement Sept. 30, 2014  
                                        A New Movement (for the Senior Channel)                                 A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                      tigerteam1@gmail.com 

           (A man walks out onstage, he is waving his hands, very excited)

Hello everyone in Senior Channel Land!  I am here today because this is the beginning of a new age - and I welcome everyone to join my new movement - which is something anyone and everyone can join!

Why?  Because we all need to!

Why do we need to?

Because we will die without this movement......my new movement is called......THE BOWEL MOVEMENT!

Yes, that's right, we all are members whether we want to join officially -  why am I starting this?  Because yesterday, I was surfing the Internet and found my favorite channel to listen to classical music, and when I clicked on my Beethoven selection.....Beethoven's Kreutzer's Sonata.....one of the most beautiful pieces of music in the entire history of man.....

          (He moves as if listening to the music)

........and there, before the music started, in fact, before I could HEAR the music, is a young woman, rather attractive, sitting on a toilet, telling me that if I use a new product, Re-laxative,  I, too, could poo happy!  Those were her exact words!  (Imitates her)  Be poo happy!

Then, her inspiring words over, the music began and when I listened to the Beethoven, it gave new meaning to the words.....'second movement'

So, with that in mind - even though I am thinking of using bleach on my brain - I decided if I can't avoid 'em, I'm just gonna join 'em!

I even have a banner......

             (He goes to the back and pulls out a banner made of....toilet paper)

Wave our poo pennant proudly!

Let's forget all sense of any type of gentility!  Who cares if we are eating dinner when someone shows graphic pictures of vaginal mesh and enlarged male breast tissue!

Or we get to see women dancing around telling  us that (disgusted) 'Pee happens?'

Forget about walking on the wild side.....how about embracing the earthy side of life?  If you are a 'can do' kind of person, please join my BOWEL MOVEMENT today!

         (He turns to leave, stops, looks back, lifts his banner)

Here's pooing at you, baby!

         (As he leaves, we hear him making the Bronx cheer.  Unfortunately, not the end of bad taste!)

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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315 www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com Member Dramatists Guild since 1983 Playwright-in-Residence Swedenborg Hall 2006-8 --------------------------------------------------------
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monologue mania day #229 by janet s. tiger celebrity (c) sept. 29, 2014

9/29/2014

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 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monologue Mania Day # 229 by Janet S. Tiger Sept. 29, 2014  
                                   Celebrity
(from the play of the same name, started 9/2011)
                                A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                      tigerteam1@gmail.com 



                 (We see a man onstage, MONTE CAMDEN -he is in his - wait, how old is     he?   Maybe 45, but tries to look younger - or is he 50?   He is dressed Hollywood chic - black T-shirt and black suit jacket, blue jeans, sunglasses which he has on his head, not his eyes.   He talks fast, and is very excited.)                                  
The question is not how much percentage I want, the question is - are you ready to be... a celebrity?

You think I don't know what’s goin’ on with you?   I know everything about you.  It's my job to know.  How do you think I arrived an hour before the magazine reporter?  Luck?   No way.   I'm here early because when you sign with me, I'll have just enough time to get you ready for that interview. 

How do I know you're interested?  Easy, because I know you want to be a celebrity!   And you're smart enough to do what it takes.  (Laughs )  Sure you're smart, you were smart enough to play dumb - in front of the whole damn country!
 You see, right now, only I know that you planned the whole routine with that stupid remark on that beauty contest show.  And...your boyfriend had a TV friend show the youtube video......(Smiles) ...And..... I know that your Southern accent is a big fake, just like the rest of you.   You think you covered your tracks, and you did a pretty good job....but if I could find you, so can others.  You see, I know how to fix that. One call and that stuff all disappears, just like your brown hair and your Midwest accent did when you moved to that little town in western Georgia.

(Laughs louder now)  You think you know what celebrity is because the cameras and lights and microphones have been shoved in your face all week, but you have no idea what you have stepped into.   That's right, you have an amazing opportunity, you have video and aural recognition throughout this last week, most people have either seen and/or heard you!  And you are going to not take advantage because you are like a babe in the woods.   That's where I come in.

          (He takes off his glasses and cleans them with his shirt tail.)

Do you know what celebrity is?   (Gives a pause to build)

Celebrity is...... war.

That's it - plain and simple.  Or really, as my Dad used to say - insane and pimple.   That's right, I've been in this business from before I was born - I know people and where the bodies are buried for three generations.

Celebrity is a battle for who gets the limelight, and even with the Internet, the facts are still the same as they were years ago - people only have a limited imagination and if you can capture that, you are the one they think about.   Talent is actually kind of irrelevant!   Tons of people have talent.....my mother could play the piano like an angel.   But she didn't want to be famous - and you do.  That is the key - the desire to be ....(flourish) a celebrity!   And that means to do all the things necessary, all the time.  To fight - and to fight hard - to stay on those front lines.   To smile even when you're tired, to be thinking every minute - of every day - how you can stay in that light - or how to get back if someone has eclipsed you. .....and honey, let me tell ya - you will be eclipsed!

You have a very small window of opportunity.  It is a half-life that starts ticking as soon as the camera hits you the first time.   How long have you had that spotlight on you?   You say a week.  It's a week ago, which is, in reality, eight days.   And you are in the super crucial week two - still around, but fading fast.

What will you do to keep in that spotlight?   Do you know?   Have you thought it out?   Sure, you have a few gigs - whada they pay?   Fifteen grand, twenty if you're lucky.

I am talking about getting you onto a movie - not a big part, but the bimbo girl who almost steals the guy.   I know you can act because I saw you do it in front of the whole country!   You were prepared with what, twenty great responses- fifty? and you made it seem like you just thought of it!  You acted stupid and that is the sign of a great actress, so you could steal this movie, and I can get you half a mill, maybe even a full one if we can squeeze the pimple for some more publicity in these next few days.

            (Listens, waves his hands)

What does it mean?  Okay, I'll be clear.

You see, I have a client, and he needs to be seen with a woman.   Understand?   You know who he is - he was in that big action movie last year, with the giant insects from Mars, and then he had the misfortune of trying to pick up a man dressed as a lady of the night - with a TMZ reporter driving by.

So, he is in a pickle - and you are the pickle-picker that he could use.   He's seen you on TV and- of course - he fell in love with you immediately, and when you say yes to my representation, he will be on a plane to meet you and be seen with you drinking and coming back here to your room tomorrow.  And TMZ will somehow find out about this, and before they take your picture kissing Mr. Pickle goodbye, you will have on your make-up and be ready with some more choice lines for the press....

(Building to a crescendo)You see what I mean...I know how to stop the slide! 
People know you, they recognize you, and then.....you are dating a famous actor.  No one cares if you have any talent, but .....
You will be famous!   And you will stay in the full frontal view of the whole American people!     Nothing else will matter – and I mean NOTHING!  The economy could be in the toilet, war might be breaking out on three continents, but that doesn't matter because YOU and Lindsey Lohan had a lesbian orgy!


Before you say yes, I want you to think about what this will mean to your life.  To stay in the public eye, you are going to have to do things that you may not like, that your family may not like, that I can guarantee you your boyfriend here is gonna hate.  (Starts to really build this)  You will have to be seen with people, and have pictures taken....
        (He spins around, building up momentum) ......and you and your boyfriend here will need to have a very public fight and possible rendezvous while you are with someone else .  He will have to date others as a shield, and you might have to look drunk and do rehab and reveal how hard it was to do rehab and fall off the wagon - you will have to gain weight and lose it, at one point you may have to break up a marriage,and if absolutely necessary there is always the possibility of a near death car crash!......(Calms a little)  ...and this is just year one! 

Now you say 35 per cent is high for what I'm doing - hell,  I should ask more!   Your mathematical boyfriend here should be able to figure out that 100 per cent of 20 grand is not as good as 65 per cent of a million!

Have I sold you?   I hope so.  I think you can do it - you have the drive and the smarts to do what it takes.  You've gotten this far by making quick decisions, now, you have exactly two minutes to make this one, because time is money and that reporter will be here very soon.   And if you say no, I am on my way to the next Youtube nutcase and I can almost guarantee that in two weeks, you will be the proverbial paper under the birdcage in terms of how people think of you.

Gone.    You have worked too hard to get here, so you decide - are you ready to be a celebrity?   You have two minutes....

           (He puts his sunglasses on and starts to walk off, stops, looks back.)
Two minutes ........to get your fifteen minutes of fame.......

           (He smiles, then exits.  The end)
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-------------------------------------- Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315 www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com Member Dramatists Guild since 1983 Playwright-in-Residence Swedenborg Hall 2006-8 --------------------------------------------------------
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monologue mania day # 228 by janet s. tiger  a birthday unpresent (c) sept. 28, 2014

9/28/2014

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 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monologue Mania Day # 227 by Janet S. Tiger Fault Lines Sept. 27, 2014  
                                                                      
                                     
Fault Lines
(for Crime)                               
                 A monologue by Janet S. Tiger  
 © all rights reserved                                                      tigerteam1@gmail.com 


              (An older man comes onstage with a handkerchief in his hand.)

Whose fault was it? Why did Bertha have to die?  I asked her to marry me.  More than once.  At first, she said she couldn't because Jeffrey had just died the year before.  

So I waited.  And then she said she was too busy to think about marriage.  Then she was getting too old.

And I finally just asked her to move in with me.  Modern like.  Like the kids do. Or I'd move in with her.  Either way.

She just laughed and said she was too old for all that.

So I watched her take chances with all those young kids, bums most of them.  There for a few weeks, months.  then...gone.

But she wouldn't take a chance with me.  

So one of them, one of those bums, kills her.

Not a surprise.  And the sheriff tells me...(imitates)  'it's not your fault, Toby, not your fault.'

Hell, I know it wasn't my fault.  But if it wasn't my fault, why do I feel so guilty?  Why do I think if I'd gotten her to marry me, or even just move in, she would still be alive.

           (He turns to walk offstage, stops, looks back)

If it's not my fault, why does it hurt so much?

           (He exits.  Not the end ....of pain)



-------------------------------------- Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315 www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com Member Dramatists Guild since 1983 Playwright-in-Residence Swedenborg Hall 2006-8 --------------------------------------------------------
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monologue mania Day # 227 by janet s. tiger fault lines (c) sept. 27, 2014

9/27/2014

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monologue mania Day # 226 by janet s. tiger bertha's story (c) sept. 26, 2014

9/26/2014

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 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monologue Mania Day # 226 by Janet S. Tiger Sept. 26, 2014                                           Bertha’s story   (for crime)                                 A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                      tigerteam1@gmail.com 

              (A woman comes out onstage with a piece of pie on a plate.  She is older, but very energetic, and glowing, but quietly so.)

I'm so glad you could come and help, dear.  I know it must be difficult for you to understand me talking to you like this, considering I'm dead and all, but that's really what dreams are for.....to reach people when you can't phone.

             (Listens)

Well, of course I'm Bertha dear, who else would I be?  What a silly question!  I'm Bertha, and this is my house....excuse me, was my house.

Wouldja like a piece of pie?  

It's always nice to have a piece of pie when you talk with someone.  Pie and a cup of hot coffee.  

          (Listens)

Of course I know who you are!  You're the young lady who's been poking through all my things!  I'm only kidding, I don't mind at all.

In fact, I think you're doing a bang-up job.  I'm so glad you could come and help with all this.  It was a big job, but I think you were the right person.
You've got a lot of questions I know, and I can help with some of them.  Why did I let all these drifters stay?  Didn't I know it could be dangerous, that something bad could happen?

Funny you should mention that....

          (She sits at the kitchen table) 

Do you know how many years people been asking me that same question?  Friends, neighbors, even some of the young men who stayed here!  Thirty-five years.  Since my husband died.  Amazing.  And the funny thing was, that in the 15 and 17 years my daughter and son were alive, not one person said, Bertha, why do you take your kids in the car, why do you let them drive around?  Don't you know some drunk could crash into them and kill them?

But no one asked that.  Not one person.  And before my darling husband died, I can't recall one person saying, Bertha, did you know that since your husband worked with asbestos druing World War II, he could get cancer?

So, I never really listened.  Because after everyone was taken from me, I would lie awake nights and wonder why I was still alive.  Why me?  Didn't I deserve to die?  Why did I have to have all this pain?  The first years were the hardest, but everyone helped with the crops.  Then people have their own problems, children are born sick, parents need help.  Then a fellow stopped and asked if he could stay for a bit, in exchange for room and board, he could take care of fixing the fence, milking the cows.  

And I said yes.

Why?

Because I needed help....and I was lonely, and these young men were all lost.  And I could give them something they needed.  The truth.  Which is in pretty short supply, it seems.

They would sit and complain about their parents, and I would listen.  Then I would ask, when did all this bad stuff happen, and they would answer....when I was ten, when I was fifteen, when I was four.....and I would ask, and how old are you now?
And they would say, eighteen, twenty six, forty-three......

.

And somehow, they would get the message.

If they worked hard, and they all did, I gave them the praise and the love they somehow missed out one somewhere........

           (She takes a deep breath)

I don't remember all their names.  But some of them stayed in touch, did well for themselves.  I'm proud of them.

Others, I can just hope they're all right.

Even the last one, the one you're looking for, I don't wish him ill, I just want for him not to hurt anyone else.

Am I sorry?  (Laughs)  Oh, no!  I'm very happy it turned out like this!
You see, my death did good.  Better than an organ donation I think.  Because you're going to find this poor man who killed me...because he will kill again......and I don't want that to happen.

So, have a piece of pie and some coffee....but first, please wash your hands.  
           (She gets up)

You think I'm silly?  It's the first thing I learned from my momma, wash your hands before you eat.  And I had to train these young men, too, sometimes......so, please, wash your hands.......the pie is worth it!

          (She turns to leave, stops, looks back)

I may be silly, but who's talking to the dead person!

         (She laughs as lights black out.  She is gone, but definitely not forgotten)

-------------------------------------- Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315 www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com Member Dramatists Guild since 1983 Playwright-in-Residence Swedenborg Hall 2006-8 --------------------------------------------------------
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monologue mania day # 225 by janet s. tiger  probably (c) sept. 25, 2014

9/25/2014

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 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monologue Mania Day # 225 by Janet S. Tiger Probably Sept. 25, 2014  
                                                                                    Probably (for CRIME)                                 A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                      tigerteam1@gmail.com 

              (A man comes out onstage.  This is a powerful man, a man with power.  He exudes confidence, and he is annoyed.  He has a cigarette, but it is not lit.)
They’re gonna sue me – whoooooeeeeee!.....well that puts a lot of fear into me!  (Laughs)  The first big guy I worked for was in real estate, and he was full of good advice.  He told me (imitates accent)  ‘You ain’t nobody until you been sued!’  and then he’d chuckle and add , ‘and you ain’t somebody until you been sued – and lost!’

He taught me that being sued was like being in a war – and there were two important things that you learned when you were sued and you lost– (he imitates accents and counts on his fingers, too)  number one, you can get over it.  And number two….you never want to lose again.’ You know how many lawsuits I’m involved with now?  Twenty- five – and eleven are against me personally.  I don’t give a…(stops himself, remembers to watch his words carefully)…it doesn’t matter to me what people think of me or what they think about my papers.  I only care if they read them! (Smiling) And they do love to read them!  With all the Internet stuff, and Facebook, and Twitter and Twatter.....Why do you think people are still interested in my papers?  Because they want something to look at where another person has made some decisions for them. Don’t get me wrong, computers are great, but on a computer, you have to know where to go.  Do you waste your time on this site or that?  Will you get a virus from the one over here that looks funny?  Will your computer crash and burn because you thought a video was cool? People pick up my papers and read them because they are interested in the same things people have been interested in since the cavemen!  They don’t have to think – someone else – one of my brilliant editors has chosen a great article for them…           

(He holds up a paper and thumbs through.)
There – a chicken with two heads!  Now you don’t see that every day at Walmart!  And better yet, the chickens talk to each other…and better yet, they talk to the farmer who discovered them….there -that is a story to remember!  And tell your friends!  What about this one?          (He points to a page) 'Teacher Fired For Threatening to Kill Students With a Robot!'  (Laughs)  I didn't even have to make  anything up....I mean.....'embellish' this one!  We did do a great Photoshop of a Killer Robot....that was a big winner on the sharing side for Facebook!         (He closes the paper) (Thinks)  My experience is that people love murders – but only some of them.  Most murders are committed by family members, friends, lovers…people we know.  The truth is....they are horrible,  and they are sad....... and boring because ......there’s no mystery! (He perks up)  But a young innocent child gets abducted and everyone is alert!  Why?  Because it is our worst fear….a stranger…a monster is after us, after our children.  (Stops to think)  I have a daughter, same age as the first one killed.  We live in the same county where this happened.  So…my wife and I are very careful – we screen everyone who works for us with the methods the FBI uses.  My daughter never walks to school.  I can protect my children from most danger…probably.  Even though I’m careful, I know that no one can prevent every problem – luck is a huge factor in all life. That’s why everyone wants to know what happens to these missing kids – because….it could be someone we know, the kid down the street….our kids. (Gets angry again)  Do I think that what I did affected the outcome of the case?  Absolutely not!  If anything, I helped the police!  I have the best computer geeks I can buy – and that’s why I had them hack into that missing girl's cell phone – the cops didn’t even think of it for two whole days!  And I’m sorry if the messages were deleted!  We saved copies!  And I’m really sorry if the cops saw that those messages were gone and thought she was still alive….and the family got their hopes up….that…I’m really sorry about,  (very hard)  but in the real world, these victims are usually dead within the first 24 hours.  And that means five to six.  So she was probably dead before  we hacked in. 

Probably.  According to the killer and we know how much we can trust them!
If that tunnel-vision detective hadn’t focused on the stepfather, they might’ve found that body sooner – and the other girl wouldn’t be dead, too. The odds – usually it is the male in the household.  (Remembering)  I knew the stepfather was guilty – I could see it in his eyes.  The police were sure it was him, but I knew he didn’t do it. 

(Smiles)  Whoa….didn’t I just say he was guilty?  Yeah – but that was just the way we write it, so you keep reading….He was guilty, but not of hurting her.  He was on some TV show and he said – ‘why didn’t I give her a ride that morning?  Why did I let her walk?  She’d be ok if I hadn’t been late to work….’  He was guilty, the kind of guilt a parent has when we can’t protect our children from everything.  It’s the second guessing guilt – ‘if I didn’t let him ride his bike down that steep hill he never would’ve broken his arm’…. ‘if I didn’t let him hang out with those older kids, he never would’ve started smoking dope’  It’s a parent thing.  It was in his eyes.


He may have been just the stepfather but he loved that girl and I knew he never hurt her.  (Laughs)  And that idiot detective put him through like 20 lie detector tests…..amazing!  That’s why I had that guy followed – not the father, the detective.  See, I did it again!  You thought I had the father followed…….I just love to surprise people.  That’s the essence of entertainment.

(Back to the law suit.)  The police love to blame me, but they don’t want to take responsibility!  They hated it that I printed a story about their own mistakes.  We were the ones who found out about the DNA!  From that girl who got attacked by the lake.  (Very taut)   If that secretary …(he is very upset)….. had asked for the DNA to be tested immediately….. maybe the second one wouldn’t have been killed!  It’s their own fault!

And what about the parole board who let the monster out of the cage?  Is anyone suing them?  And the parole officers who looked the other way when he violated his parole over 50 TIMES!   And what about those parents?  They knew their son was doing something wrong…parents know…..But I’m the one they’re suing….because I have the deep pockets.  It’s OK, I make every lawsuit pay for itself. You see, here's the truth of it.....the bigger the lawsuit, the more publicity I get, the more papers I sell.  It’s a game….        

(He sticks out his chin)
And if you don't like the game, don't buy tickets for the front row!       
  (He straightens his tie,  thinks, his shoulders sag a bit))
And like I said, by the time we hacked the phone…she was probably dead…..

              (He turns to leave, but he is still affected, stops, looks back.)
Probably…..
              (He exits.  The end.)
             



-------------------------------------- Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315 www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com Member Dramatists Guild since 1983 Playwright-in-Residence Swedenborg Hall 2006-8 --------------------------------------------------------
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monologue mania day # 224 by janet s. tiger apples and honey (c) sept. 24, 2014

9/24/2014

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                                                Apples and Honey
                                A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                      tigerteam1@gmail.com 


              (An older man enters pushing a walker.  He slowly goes to a table where he sits down.  He is dressed nicely, tie, suit, but has on no shoes.  As he sits he looks down at his feet.)

I knew I forgot something.  

             (He tries to stand, it's hard for him, so he gives up)

Maybe no one will notice.

              (He looks at his watch, then shakes his arm, looks again, shakes his head)

Amazing, fifty thousand different kinds of electric things, and they still can't get here on time.

               (He looks up at the ceiling.)
 
Well, God, I guess I can talk to you until they get here.   I'm not gonna call anyone because everyone I know is either at the synagogue already, or dead.  So, that leaves you and me. 

(Laughs)  I have to say, God, you're a very good listener.  And, unlike my daughter-in-law, you never interrupt.  Whew, I guess I shouldn't complain about them being late.  When they're late, they can't find parking near the temple, so they drop me off and I get to talk with that nice security guard, Brian.  And it's cooler outside than inside, so, forget about my complaint.  Of course, now that I've rescinded my complaint, they'll probably show up in two minutes and find a place in front, and I will be inside, boiling, before I can say, 'apples and honey.'

I kind of feel sorry for you, God, I mean, it's not as if you don't have a lot of troubles anyhow, but this time of year, I imagine, it gets worse.  All the people who don't pay attention to you for most of the year start calling in, and I have never heard that you have a call waiting system, so it's gotta be hectic.

             (He picks up a calendar)

What year is it?  5-7-7-5.......that's a lot of years.......almost sounds like my number.

             (Looks up again)

You know,  we've been talking for a lot of years......it seems like just a minute ago......I was 19, I was still in Montreal, you remember?  Look who I'm talking to, of course YOU remember.  It was not a good Rosh Hashanah that year.  My Uncle Sol, he had just gone into the hospital.  He was in bad shape, a heart attack, and they didn't know if he was gonna pull through.  I loved Sollie, he had raised me after my Daddy had died, so he was the only father I knew.  

And I was walking, and it was a late Rosh Hashanah, end of September, already getting cold and I didn't have my coat, so I was shivering on my way to that shul I went to....what was the name?  (Struggles to remember)  Bet Moshe, that was it!  (Happy to remember)  They had a rabbi who could talk forever, but the kiddush after the service had the most amazing kugel!  Mmm, I can still taste it......   

But that night, I wasn't thinking about the kugel, I was walking.....the wind was blowing through my sweater......I was cold and miserable,  I didn't even have a cigarette to warm my hands..... and I had lost faith in you, God.  I remember thinking, is there really a God?  Why should I believe in something I'm not sure exists?  And then, I had a brilliant idea.

           (He gets up, reliving the moment)

I was walking down the street, Hutchison, and I was about to get to the corner, and I said, 'if there is a God, if you exist, when I turn this corner, I will see a pack of Craven 'A'cigarettes.......and I held my breath....

          (He takes a deep breath and starts coughing)

Okay, I was younger then...... 

          (He turns the corner and stares)

And there it was........on the ground.....

          (He leans over, almost falls, but gets the pack and looks at it.)

Amazing!  There is a God!  And he just gave me a free pack of Craven 'A's........and I said those words out loud, and, coming onto the street from the other direction, a woman saw me, a beautiful woman and she looked at me holding those cigarettes and said, 'you know, it's not good to smoke those, my father's a doctor, and he says it's better to smoke Pall Mall'

And that was it, I fell in love right then.  But you know that, God!  In case you forgot, she was going to the same shul - and her mother was the woman baking the delicious kugel.  Unfortunately, her mother was sick that night, so she was bringing the kugel which she had wrapped up - but I could still smell it!  

What a remarkable night!  

           (He sits down, smiling and very happy, then suddenly sits up straight)

You know, God, I just realized something......maybe you made Hava's mother get sick that night, so I could meet her daughter.

            (He slaps his hand to his forehead)

My aunt couldn't come because she was in the hospital with Sollie, so she sent me with apples, I never thought of it!  We have apples and honey on Rosh Hashanah for a sweet year, and I always called Hava, 'my honey'



Apples and my honey.....all because I wasn't sure you existed!  You do work in mysterious ways!

            (He hears something)

They're here......I have to go put on some shoes and socks, see you in the synagogue.....

           (He turns to go, stops)

And, God, thank you for a good year.....I hope you have another good one.....for the whole world.....L'shanah Tovah........

           (He shuffles off.  The end of a good year, and my best wishes for a Happy, Healthy, Successful Year for all in this upcoming year. L'shanah Tovah Tikatavu)
             




-------------------------------------- Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315 www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com Member Dramatists Guild since 1983 Playwright-in-Residence Swedenborg Hall 2006-8 --------------------------------------------------------
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monologue mania day # 223 by janet s. tiger guilty as charged (c) sept. 23, 2014

9/23/2014

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Monologue Mania Day # 223  by Janet S. Tiger Guilty as Charged Sept. 23, 2014  
                                                                        Guilty As Charged(part of CRIME)
                                A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                      tigerteam1@gmail.com

           (The lights go up on a woman in her 40s-50s.  She is smoking, she is irritated at the lights on her. She takes a long drag of the cigarette)  
When I was in college I took an elective in Geology because I heard that the teacher was an easy grader and the field trips were a lot of fun.

Just like a lot of things in life, half was true -  the professor was a very hard grader, I barely got a C.  But the field trips were fantastic.  (Smiling as she remembers.)  There was this overnight, and it was by a waterfall in the country, and some of the kids brought along beer and...(Stops smiling) Anyhow, on one of the trips, we stopped on the side of the road and when we got out, he pointed at this mountain, and it looked like it had been sliced off with a knife.  That's the first time I ever saw fault lines.

          (She walks around as if she is seeing the mountains and the fault line.)

The professor explained how- during an earthquake - (she uses her hands to illustrate) the earth sheers off and I remember thinking even then, 'wow, I wish life was so clear'.

It isn't.  (Gets angry)  Everybody can make a mistake.  Or worse.  It wasn't like I killed anyone.  I mean, not like I'm perfect.  I have done some things I'm not proud of.....like in college.  I hated math. I couldn't pass algebra- failed it two times.  So, the third time, I sat next to a nerdy kind of guy and smiled at him, talked to him a little.  I told him I thought he was cute.  So when the time came to take tests, I looked over at his answers, and he saw me do it, and he didn't cover his paper.  And I passed the test.  And I got my degree.  And I never used any of that math.  Did I feel guilty?  Never!  Was I a cheater?   Oh, yeah. Guilty as charged!


            (She wipes her hand over her face)

But...but this other thing..... that was different..... that wasn't my fault!......maybe, if I'd known....I would've done something different.  Everyone has a moment like that!

 (Calms down a little)  I mean, it was a busy day, the day before Thanksgiving.  I always pick that day so I get my choice during Christmas.  Being in a police station there's a heirarchy, and I like to get Christmas Eve, everyone understands.  It was crazy (remembering) there was a bank robbery, and not one but two cases of domestic violence, so when that girl came in, I don't know.  She was pretty calm, so I figured since her purse didn't get stolen, and she hadn't been hurt bad, it was...(hard to say)  not that big a deal. (Defensive, fast)  I mean I took the notes, and maybe if I'd put down attempted rape, they would've taken the samples and (hard to admit) run them right away...instead of putting them at the back of the stack.  Is it my fault there isn't enough money for all the evidence kits to be checked for DNA within a day or two?

            (Trying to get a hold of herself)


Can I help it if...if they'd checked it, that guy would've been hauled in (holding back tears) and maybe that other girl wouldn't have been....(can't say it)  you know.

I need this job.  I get retirement in three more years.  I can't let this affect my work!

           (Remembering something) 


 Oh, yeah, I almost forgot... she said she'd poked him in the eye and I made sure to contact the local hospitals in case someone came in with an eye injury....so I did my job.  I did!  I can't help it if the guy didn't go to the hospital?

(Angry)  Look, if you're going to point fingers...like that TV reporter....then what about the psychiatrist that let him go?  Paroled him!  After what he did to that first little girl.(Shudders, then angry again) ....and what about his mother?  She let him stay in her place when she knew he wasn't allowed near a park with kids!  So if there's blame.....at least be fair about it...that's all I ask.....


             (She sighs heavily, turns to leave then stops, looks back)

 Guilty.  Am I guilty as charged?  Maybe....of cheating on a test, but this?  I don't know.....this time, I just don't know where the fault lines are…..

             (She walks offstage.  Not the end of....guilt)




-------------------------------------- Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315 www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com Member Dramatists Guild since 1983 Playwright-in-Residence Swedenborg Hall 2006-8 --------------------------------------------------------
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monologue mania day # 222 by janet s. tiger last scene (crime)  (c) Sept./ 22, 2014

9/22/2014

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Monologue Mania Day # 222 by Janet S. Tiger Last Scene (Crime) Sept. 22, 2014 Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day
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Monologue Mania Day # 222  by Janet S. Tiger  Last Scene (Crime) Sept. 22, 2014  
                                              Last Scene (from Crime)                                ( see Day # 219,  220, 221)                                 A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                      tigerteam1@gmail.com
          (Lights up on the Detective)
Some cases stay with you.  Maybe you feel that you could have done more to solve them.  Or sometimes......maybe you got the wrong person.  It doesn't happen often. 

On TV, the wrong person is convicted half the time.  But the sad fact is that most people convicted did the crime......not on TV of course, but in real life.

Sometimes......there is a doubt.  I've had a few cases that left that doubt in my head.....not a lot ....less than the fingers on one hand.  In three of those four cases, it turns out my doubt was wrong.  They had done it....in two of the three, others had helped.  

The third, well that was weird - the person who was supposed to be dead, was actually alive, and had tried to collect the insurance using another name.  The supposed murderer was supposed to get half the money, but when the dead guy wouldn't pay up, the murderer spilled the beans.  It was an oddity, but kind of funny, which can only happen when the dead person turns up alive.

         (He turns serious)

It was the fourth case......

         (He clicks on the slide show)

I guess, I guess I just never believed this guy Clark was a killer.  After awhile you get gut instincts about people, and some people you can't see killing anyone.
But he was a drunk and the blood was all over him.  And he had the knife in his hand, and all he could remember was....nothing.

There was no real motive, but drunks don't need a motive.

He was truly remorseful, cried at the sentencing, said he liked the old guy, didn't want to kill him, was sorry.

I remember, he had a wife, and he had a little girl, maybe seven, eight years old, and the mother would bring the kid to the trial, and I thought it stunk.  But then, one day, I heard her tell the kid that she didn't believe the father did it, and she was gonna stick by him, even though he was a drunk.  (Imitates woman)  Baby. your Daddy may be a drunk,  God knows he is a drunk!..... but he's no killer, he just gets sad when he's drunk......we'll visit him whenever we can.....'

Never forgot that.  Stayed in touch with them.  The little girl grew up into a nice young lady, and then, I get a call from my friend......I'd told her about my case, and she told me about Bertha Johnston.  And then she told me the rest.

You see, the man who killed Bertha was implicated in five other deaths.  His fingerprints were there.

Now in the TV shows, there's a lot of car chases and scary arrests and policemen and women getting kidnapped and their friend and family threatened - all kinds of stuff that rarely happens in this country, thank God.

In real life, the arrest is often.....what's a good word...anti-climactic.  That's how it was with Bertha's killer.  He was stopped for a routine automobile issue - tail light out.  And the driver's license was out of state, and had expired, they took the guy in, and he thought he'd been caught on something, and the detective ran his fingerprints, got the same hits the Sheriff in Bertha's town did, and now, he's in custody.

And the Detective decides to go fishing and asks, out of left field really, 'So, why'd you kill that man in Nebraska? '  And the guy goes, 'Which one?'

          (He shakes his head, still can't believe it)

So the detective gets the guy talking, and he confesses to not one or two, but six murders to start!

And then they ran the prints again, and suddenly, it was like Christmas...well, maybe that's a bad analogy, it was like not winning, but solving a lottery.....because this guy had been killing people for over 25 years!

When they told him he was gonna fry, the guy just laughed.  He told them he would give details for over ...(hard to say)....over 100 hundred unsolved cases......amazing.....

But only if they didn't kill him....if he fried, the dead people...and their families, would never know.

So......in exchange for the names and the information.....they let the bastard live....I guess it just proves what they say....knowledge is power.

It took literally months to unlock the mysteries.......eventually, there were over 123 confirmed murders.  The reason he had never been caught?  He never stayed around long.  No one ever got to know him......one day, two at most, and he'd be gone......and the dead person, gone, too.  He never left the murder weapon, never was seen with the dead people.  

He would say, ' Some people like movies, some people like pizza, I like to kill people.'
But Bertha was different.  She was nice to him, made him apple pie like his mother used to do.  And nagged him to wash his hands, which he never did unless she caught him!   Bertha .....was the only time he stayed.....and he stayed for a month before he killed her.  A month in which he helped her on the farm, and when she had a cold, he went into town and shopped for her, and paid her bills.....including the one at the brand new County Water office.

Because Bertha was nice, and my friend here is very smart, and very thorough, and has a little OCD ...and some weird dreams......we caught someone who without doubt would have killed again, until the day he died, or was stopped.

There were 123 murders attributed to this guy, all unsolved, except for one.  The one I wondered about....the one where the drunk had gotten sent away for a crime he was too drunk to remember, too drunk to remember because he never committed it.  A guy who had been in jail for over 12 years, for someone else's murder.
When I went to see his daughter, to let her know what was happening, because releases take time, I found out that his wife had died.

And his daughter said to me, 'Mom always thought he was innocent, but I knew better.'

But he was innocent!  I told her.

'No he wasn't' she said to me- 'he was guilty- guilty of being a drunk.  If he hadn't been drunk, he would have remembered what happened.....or even, he would never have been there with other drunks.  So, he may be innocent of the murder, but to me, he'll always be guilty.'

He got out of jail, and I still consider him to be one of that guys victims.  

Like the families and friends of the dead people....But at least, at least this one time, we could help a little, solve a mystery….. let people know…… who done it.

           (He takes a book from his pocket, opens it and reads)

And the LORD said to Cain, Where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: Am I my brother's keeper?
And the Lord said, "What have you done? The voice of thy brother's blood is crying to Me from the ground.…

           (He turns to go, stops, looks back)     
    

And that, my friends, is why I became a detective.  I am my brother’s keeper.

          (Lights down.  The end) -------------------------------------- Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315 www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com Member Dramatists Guild since 1983 Playwright-in-Residence Swedenborg Hall 2006-8 --------------------------------------------------------
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September 21st, 2014

9/21/2014

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Monologue Mania Day # 221  by Janet S. Tiger Washing My Hands Of It  Sept. 21, 2014                                  
                          Washing My Hands Of It ( see Day # 219,  220)
                                A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                      tigerteam1@gmail.com
          (Lights up on the Crime Scene Investigator from Day #219, 220)
Dead ends.  You think you figured it all out, and, no. You hit the blank wall again.  Everyone here in this audience understands.  The only people who don't understand are the family and friends of the deceased.  What can you tell them?  You have a photo of the killer, excuse me, (says it with a touch of derision) the alleged killer, and it is of about the same value as a photo of a ghost.

What could I do?  I had no time to go through that barn full of Bertha's life...again.
My flight was the next day.  I couldn't put it off anymore, there was no more money, and no more time.  

            (She walks around the stage as if looking at a room)

I had grown to know Bertha Johnson's home, especially her kitchen, because that's where I spent a lot of time.  I think she had, too.  My last night.....packed, ready to go....my job finished.... yet not completed, a very unsatisfying feeling......
I was exhausted and irritated and tired.....and yet, all I could think of for some reason was...a nice cup of tea and a warm piece of pie.  Funny how food can affect your life!  There was only a little milk and a donut left in the refrigerator because I was leaving, so I went to sleep ......and had a dream that Bertha was in the kitchen....

         (She will do both people - in the final play, Bertha may have her own character)

She offered me something to eat......

(As Bertha)  How about a nice piece of apple pie?  And some tea.....so you can wind down after all the work you've done.....

(as herself)  I've seen photos of you, so this is just my mind....making you into a real person.....

(As Bertha)  I am a real person....and this is real pie......and it's real good.  My pies are always good....

(as herself)  Was a real person.....

(As Bertha)  No, honey, I'm still real.  And I'm not going away until you have some of my pie...
(as herself)   All right....

(As Bertha)  Good girl, now you go wash your hands before you eat......
(As herself, laughing)  Wash my hands?  In a dream?  So I won't get sick in the dream?  That is funny!  Wait a minute, it’s a metaphor, right?  In a dream, everything means something else……I have to learn how to wash my hands of this whole thing.  Get over that I haven’t helped solve it.  Like a hundred others where my work didn’t have any value in catching a criminal…….

             (She looks at her hands)

Out, out, damned case!

(As Bertha)  Honey, I really don’t like cussing in my kitchen.  Outside, when someone gets kicked by a horse, or a full pail of slop falls on your toes, maybe.  So please, watch your language….

(as herself)  Sorry, Bertha.  I won’t do it again.  I love your kitchen.
(As Bertha)  So do I.  I always liked feeding people when they were hungry.  They get this happy look on their face, like you handed them a plate of gold.  It makes all the work and washing up…worthwhile.

(Very serious)  But everyone has to wash their hands before they eat.  That was the first thing my momma taught me, and I had to teach a lotta those boys that came through here.  Some a them had no training at all, so I guess that's what I was here for.....to help them learn.....  some of them learned, but some of them didn't, and I had to keep reminding them...wash your hands.....

(As herself, laughing)   Amazing what the brain does!   Wash your hands.  Wash your hands.....

            (She stops laughing and looks at her hands.)

That pie in the dream was delicious.......but is was really only there for one reason......to get me to see what I hadn't thought about.....a man who didn’t follow directions, a man with dirty hands.....

           (She lifts up an enlarged photo)

We had tried to get a better look at the killer's face, so we had blown up the video.....enough so we could see the man's hands, too, to see that he had no scars, no tatoos.....but his hands were dirty.....how dirty?

           (She goes to the pile and picks up the receipt)

The Sheriff had dusted this place for fingerprints, but over the years, there had been dozens, maybe hundreds of people through here.  It was not possible to figure out who was who.....but when a person's hands are dirty, sometimes......

          (She takes a magnifying glass and examines the receipt)

The dirt can make for a fingerprint.....
.
           (She lowers the receipt, disappointed)
But not here. 

          (She turns to shout out the door.)

I’ll be ready in a minute, Sheriff!.......Then I thought of what he had paid with....she hadn't sent cash, she may have been trusting, but she wasn't stupid like that....Bertha always wrote a check.....

          (She goes to another box and removes an envelope.)

Her returned checks from the last statement......

          (Takes out a check that is in a plastic bag)

The final check to pay her last water bill.......she had used ink that was thicker, older people often like that, it reminds them of ink wells, and sometimes just like in the old days....it smudges.....and there might be fingerprints  left behind on the back.....
          (She turns over the check and smiles)

All you need is one......and this one was the one.......the Sheriff sent it through CODIS, and as I got on the plane, he told me....we're going to find him.....and when I landed at home, I got the call...
.
        (She is very affected by this)

The same fingerprint had turned up in no less than five different locations.....involving five murders.........the most recent, in a town four states away.......

          (She shudders)

If I had figured it out sooner, would that last person still be alive? 

          (She looks at the audience, singling out faces)

Would one of your family members still be with you?  One of your friends……I guess I can't be too hard on myself, because of some small things I did, he was caught....finally.....                     
(She turns to leave, then looks back and reaches out her arm to the man sitting on the side)

And that was definitely not the end.....but the beginning of another story.....which I will leave to my friend.

Detective, would you please let them know what happened next?

          (Lights down on her, up on the Detective.  End of scene, not the end of the story)




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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983

Playwright-in-Residence Swedenborg Hall 2006-8 ----------------------------------------------
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