Incarceration or Incarceration/ Crazy/ Further Evaluation Required/ Cards Will Be Provided/ This Is Crazy.

Scene One: The Murder #1 (On the seats of the audience members as they file in should be sheets of laminated card, one side red and the other side yellow. One of these cards should be placed on every seat. The reasons behind this will be explained later). (The scene is to be performed with limited lighting; the characters do not use dialogue throughout the beginning of the scene, instead unmoving from the original spot whilst a voice recording plays over the action). (Lights reveal a woman with blood covering her clothes, cradling an unnamed man, the man is dead and it is obvious that he has been the recipient of a wound that has resulted in him dying, his clothes covered in blood also, to the left of his body a knife covered approximately 3 inches upwards with blood). Voice Recording: Hello 911, whats your emergency? Ive just killed my husband, please come quick theres blood everywhere and he isnt breathing (said by a voice in hysterics) Ok madam, could you please tell me your name? My name is Jane Doe. Could you spell that please? Jane D-O-E And your address? 155 Keats Boulevard, on the right of the intersection going direct to Byron Way and left to Blue Avenue And are you hurt in any way? What? No! Ive killed my husband, with a knife, I stabbed him, hes dead. (Call rings off) (Whilst the recording is playing the woman holding the man seems wracked with confusion and shock. She says nothing, merely stares at his face and sits in silence then enter two police officers, one male and one female). Female Officer: Are you Jane Doe of 155 Keats Boulevard? Jane: What? Yes? What are you? Male Officer: We received a telephone call about a murder being committed by one Jane Doe of this address. Jane: Murder? Yes, but I didnt

Female Officer: I would advice you to remain silent at this time (Male Officer handcuffs Jane whilst this is being said). Male Officer: Jane Doe you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do may be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future, if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning, if you wish. If you decide to answer any questions now, without an attorney present, you will still have the right to stop answering at any time until you talk to an attorney. Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, are you willing to answer my questions without an attorney present? Jane: What are you doing? I havent done anything! Im innocent! I found him like this! (Protests further as she is taken off, exit stage left). Scene Two: Rehabilitation (The scene begins with the two people sitting on chairs next to each other, sitting before a table with one other person sitting on a chair over the table from them. On the table is a clipboard with what looks like a questionnaire on it, this is the evaluation room. The lighting obscures the faces of those asking the questions, whilst there is a spotlight on the inmate answering the questions). Examiner 1: What is your name? Sarah: Sarah Serena Examiner 2: Do you have a history of anger, such as a temper? Sarah: No! I never get angry, my mother always use to say I was a delicate little flower, Ive only ever got angry once, and now I find myself here, I would never do anything like that again. Examiner 1: Do you have more of a temper after drinking or using? Sarah: Using! Me? No again! I hate needles, scared of them, almost terrified, of course I do like to drink when theres an occasion that calls for it, but alcohol only ever makes me happier and more sociable. Examiner 2: Would you change any of your past actions? Sarah: Yes, I would change everything, just go back to that moment and stop myself from doing what I did, I would give anything to be able to do that. Examiner 1: What past actions would you change?

Sarah: All of them. Examiner 2: Do you often have suicidal thoughts? Sarah: No. Examiner 1: Do you often have homicidal thoughts? Sarah: No!! Examiner 2: How are you feeling right now? Sarah: I feel awful for what Ive done, truly awful, I feel shame and guilt and remorse and awful. I feel like I shouldnt be here. I feel like you dont understand why I did what I did, I feel like nothing I do in the future will ever make me or anyone else forget my past. Examiner 1: How often do you feel this way? Sarah: All the time. Its the last thing I think before I go to bed at night and the first thing I think of when I wake up, some people do that about a person when theyre in love, people like myself and the other people here who have no control over their own fate and destiny, it being in the hands of others, we think about our actions like others think about love. Examiner 2: Do you feel as though you were justified in doing your actions? Sarah: No! of course not, Im sorry for what Ive done and I always will be, what more do you want from me? Theres nothing more that I could say now!... Examiner 1: Miss Sarah Serena, having listened to your answers and considering them I cannot in good conscience clear you from the unit, I feel as though further evaluation is required. Examiner 2: Further evaluation required. (Stamps the paper on the clipboard). (Black out, lights quickly back up to the same scene, however this time a man is sitting in the seat across the table). Examiner 1: What is your name? William: What is your name? Examiner 2: Please answer the question. William: What is your name?

Examiner 1: Is your name William Heath? William: Thats what Ive been hearing it is. Examiner 2: Do you have a history of anger, such as temper? William: I wouldnt hurt a fly; just let it find its own way to the web. Some people are delicate little flowers, others a mean ugly fucking triffids. Examiner 1: Do you have more of a temper after drinking or using? William: I can never remember after drinking, just know theres some cuts on my knuckles from the top teeth of some bastard who either looked at me the wrong way or didnt like the way I was looking at them. After using, sure why not? Examiner 2: Would you change any of your past actions? William: No. I do them again but make sure I did them all properly this time. Examiner 1: What do you mean by properly? William: I wouldnt have left that one survivor, the one that got away. The one who saw me and gave evidence to prove it. But I wouldnt burn the little shit this time, char and incinerate his flesh to the point that the skin bubbles before melting away and stanching up the room, Id slit his throat and stand in his blood laughing, kill him, whats one more dead orphan to the world? (Laughs to himself). Examiner 2: Do you often have suicidal thoughts? William: (Completely changes). Yes I do. I hate what Ive done really, I feel sick with myself, wracked with fear at how Ill pay for my crimes against god, all the people I killed, all the pain Ive caused, I just want my life over with(Laughs harder and longer and louder to himself this time). Examiner 1: Do you often have homicidal thoughts? William: Only when people ask me if I think of killing. (Laughs again). Examiner 2: How are you feeling right now? William: Bored and tired and hungry. Examiner 1: How often do you feel this way?

William: Whenever I dont do something, whenever I havent slept and whenever I havent eaten. Examiner 2: Do you feel as though you were justified in doing your actions? William: People get to do what they want for fun all of the time, why shouldnt I just because others disagree with me? If we were any other species of animal nothing would be different now, no one would care, the circle of life would still be turning and Id be the snarling lion eating his kill and respected by those around him. Examiner 1: Mr William Heath, having listened to your answers and considering them I cannot in good conscience clear you from the unit, I feel as though further evaluation is required. Examiner 2: Further evaluation required. (Stamps clipboard again). (Black out, lights quickly back up to the same scene, however this time a different woman is sitting in the seat across the table). Examiner 1: What is your name? Jane: Jane Examiner 2: Jane Doe? Jane: Jane Doe Examiner 1: Do you have a history of anger, such as a temper? Jane: Only when I should get angry, everyone gets angry and has a temper dont they? Examiner 2: Do you have more of a temper after drinking or using? Jane: I dont drink and I dont use drugs. Never wanted to and never want to. Examiner 1: Would you change any of your past actions? Jane: I wish I hadnt of married my husband really. I loved him so much and for all the love I felt for him I felt twice as much pain when he hurt me. For our first kiss he took me to a field where we could walk, then kissed in front of a rose bush, he picked one out for me and cut his finger doing it. He said he felt like an idiot but I felt then that he was someone I hoped I didnt fall in love with. Love only ever use to make me unhappy in the end, now Im here. Examiner 2: Do you often have suicidal thoughts?

Jane: Sometimes now. But if I die I wont be able to stand the idea of having to see my husband again. Though if I do die then maybe I could bathe on the clouds of paradise and be happy and sleep soundly again. No ones more innocent than when they dream. Examiner 1: Do you often have homicidal thoughts? Jane: Not so much as wanting to hurt someone, but when someone hurts me I do have a feeling that I wouldnt mind them getting hurt, but I wouldnt want them to feel how they would make me feel mainly. Examiner 2: How are you feeling right now? Jane: Scared. I dont know what to think anymore let alone do. Im terrified to find out how my life will end now. Examiner 1: How often do you feel this way? Jane: All the time now. Examiner 2: Do you feel as though you were justified in doing your actions? Jane: I havent done anything. And I know that nothing I say can change what everyone else has said about me. Nothing I can do in the present can change the past anyway. Examiner 1: Miss Jane Doe, having listened to everything youve said today I fail to see that you have even the slightest remorse at what you have done, you keep on saying that youre innocent. And I believe you when you say that you dont think youve done anything wrong. Further evaluation required. Examiner 2: Further evaluation required. (Stamps the clipboard for the final time in the scene). Scene Three: Cells And Medicines And Routines (From the previous scene we have Sarah, Jane and William sitting in their own cells, oblivious and unable to communicate with each other. Theyre doing any monotonous thing in order to pass the time, it is morning and they are waiting for their day to begin). (A officer for the institution enters into the scene, in official attire, stands before the first cell, proceeds to open the door, the sound of a lock unlocking is heard, the inmate within the cell proceeds to step out and stand facing the audience, he does the same for the second cell, the sound is heard again, the inmate in cell two does the same as the inmate in cell 1, and finally he does the same thing for the third cell and the sound is heard for the third time with the third inmate doing the same as the previous two. The officer should now be standing stage left, facing exit left, he turns 90 degrees to face the audience and holds this stance for a few seconds, then he turns another 90 degrees to look

at the inmates, this position is held for a few seconds and then the inmates turn one by one, in synchronization to face him. He proceeds to walk with the inmates being lead behind him). (He proceeds to mime the opening of a door, proceeding to lock it behind him. He proceeds to give the inmates their food on trays, which they take one by one and sit down in a triad, chairs facing away from one another, none of them speaking). (The officer then mimes the opening of the door and locking of it again, this time carrying three small paper cups, each with a pill inside. He then walks around the individual inmates, giving each of them their pills. He grabs three glasses of water and gives each inmate a glass of water as well. He then takes a stance behind them, facing the audience and taking an almost over-seer, official, dominant manner and pose. The inmates continue to eat their food after taking their medication). (The inmates and the officer then stay motionless in the spots they are currently in, on a projector in the background a large clock face then appears, the second hand is at first ticking usually, then the second hand begins to tick faster and faster, then the minute hand, the hour hand and so on, eventually the hands of the clock is spinning round in a constant spinning motion while the officer and the inmates sit motionless, oblivious to what is happening. The usual sounds of a clock should match the turning motions of the hands, the tick-tick-tick of the second hands turning normally, until eventually the ticks are just a constant cacophony taking on a new noise altogether, and alarm clock noises blare out loudly. The officer and the inmates never change once. This is supposed to represent the monotonously repetitive cycle of the inmates having to do this activity day in and day out). (The noises abruptly stop. A light reveals that there is a television in front of the inmates, who then proceed to turn in unison towards it, next to the inmate on stage left is a table with a remote upon it, they pick it up and use it to turn the television on. Then we here either the opening theme tune to Lassie or Somewhere Over The Rainbow by Judy Garland in The Wizard Of Oz. The officer proceeds to walk forward, as though he is joining in with the inmates in watching the TV show/ film. All four of them proceed to smile as the light fades). Scene Four: Psychologist Monologue (A man enters the scene, dressed in a black suit, wearing glasses perched on his face, he seems to be controlled and commanding, as though the spotlight is kissing the cheeks on his face and he believes he has the power to make to the audience telepathically, a prickin short). Psychologist: It stands to reason that insanity is inborn and pre-determined. Otherwise people like those weve just seen, who have committed crimes none of us would even think of doing, are just like us. I myself am of the disposition that they should be kept within this asylum though, a life incarcerated within your own mind is much better than a

life imprisoned and awaiting death. Let me explain, the law and justice system outlines that someone who commits a violent crime has the right to be punished by death, as chosen by a jury of their peers. However it is also required that that person receives a preliminary psychological evaluation in order to ascertain whether or not they were of a sane mind when committing their crime or of an insane mind in general. However those who do not pass the original evaluation will come to a secure mental institution for further evaluation, in which case, if theyre found to be sane theyll be found to be virtually guilty and will go on death row to meet their chosen ends. But if found to be insane theyll be found to be practically innocent and will spend the rest of their lives and thinking days within the walls of the establishment they currently find themselves in. But my reasons for being within the very same walls before you now are ones that are perfectly innocent and not obscene in the slightest, regardless of what my other contemporaries in my field think, at university they to call me the wannabe doctor and Freuds weird long lost son, but my beliefs are simple and shared universally, those who are behind these walls in the asylum are devoid of human empathy, basic decency and all the etcs that go with it. They are primal, instinctive, feasting and nurturing upon the part of them that tells them to kill and do vicious acts of bloodlust and bloodhunger. So what makes these people tick? What separates them at an emotional or chemical level to people like us? I mean, everything is chemical, even love, but when the bodys internal chemicals become faulty the end result is nearly always tragedy. Tragedy for others, not themselves. After all 1,000,000 murders are committed every year, thats 2,800 every day, that makes it 1 every 30 seconds. (He waits 30 seconds exactly then smiles to the audience). But rest assured that 10 babies are born every 30 seconds, although 9 of them are Chinese. It can be explained that death can be comical I suppose, 450 people die every year by falling out of bed, 100 people die in Russia from people pierced through the skull by falling icicles, 30 people are killed yearly by ants and 13 people are crushed to death by vending machines. 999 people died in 2010 from asthma attacks. People use to die of very funny causes in the 17th century, a Bill of Mortality from 1665 showed that on a list of common causes for death, one person was burnt alive in his bed by a candle at St. Giles Cripplegate, 46 people died of grief, 23 people died because they were frightened, 4 died of lethargy, 4 died of vomiting, 10 died because they were bedridden, 16 died due to bleeding, 86 had their recorded as being the result of Kings Evil and 2614 died due to teeth and worms. But I digress, its the mentality of these people that interests me so much, thats why I first proposed to the wardens and governors of the institute to go undercover, incognito as it were. I asked to do and was granted permission by the governor of the clinic a psychological experiment where I engage with the inmates, posing as one of them, collecting thoughts and observations with my mind to then write down later. It cant be too hard to pretend to be insane, it seems easy enough (proceeds to act retarded, his thinking of the look of insanity). For the things I forget, I set up cameras on the walls of the living area in the asylum, covert cameras of course, (points out where they are), this way I can observe body language and use my expertise to work out the innermost dark and depraved thoughts these people people have. And then Ill finally show all of my old classmates and academics and professors just how much of a genius I really am, Im gonna be bigger than Freud ever was, more recognizable than Hitler or Jesus, Im gonna be THE BIG DICK MOTHERFUCKER!

Scene Five: Cells And Medicines And Routines Part Two (The scene begins the same as Scene Three, with Sarah, Jane, William and this time The Psychologist in their cell, each still oblivious and unable to communicate with each other. The inmates are doing any monotonous thing in order to pass the time again, The Psychologist appears to be psyching himself up for the first day of his work, it is morning in the asylum again and they are waiting for their day to begin again). (This time there is no officer, instead the noise of the locks unlocking is heard four times, each inmate proceeds to step out of their cell almost as though it is under their own accord, one after the other, when all four are out of their cells they turn in synchronization like in Scene Three and walk in single file, this time taking their trays of food with their glasses of water and paper cup of pills already on the trays. They then proceed to sit in a quadrat, each facing a different direction, one towards the audience without looking at them, one stage left, one stage right, one to the back of the stage). (After proceeding to finish their food, they place their trays on top of one another and proceed to leave them on the floor. Sarah takes out a pack of card from her pocket and places them on a large enough table for her and Jane to play cards on. William walks around the room at first, as though the only thing he wants to do is spend the day pacing back and forth, whilst looking around occasionally, finally he looks towards the covert cameras and proceeds to stare at them for the remainder of the scene, Jane and Sarah are consigned to their thoughts that he is insane, as shown by gestures. The Psychologist, believing himself to be playing the part of insane perfectly rocks back and forth in his chair, making the occasional laughing maniacal noise and showing signs of intense psychomotor agitation). Scene Five: Sarahs Verdict. (The characters in this scene never change positions once, there are two people sitting in front of Sarah, in the same costumes as the examiners in Scene Two, however this time there is a third person sitting behind to the left of Sarah, they wear the same costume as the examiners but it is Sarahs unconscious). Examiner 1: You admit that your crime was one which was heinous and inhuman dont you? Sarah: Yes, Ive said so many times, to people like you, even to the other inmates but mostly to myself. Examiner 2: But your child? Your own flesh and blood, your creation that you had conceived and gave birth to after carrying it inside you for nine months? Sarah: Yes, the mind can take many different forms and shapes unexpectedly you know. Examiner 3: Did you ever even want to have the child?

Sarah: What use is your asking me all of these questions? Examiner 1: You seemed to be showing remorse and as though you were sincere in how awful you felt? Sarah: And I was, but no matter how awful you feel for anything you doneall emotions will fade soon enough. Examiner 2: Why didnt you seek help? Sarah: Why would I do that? Lower and debase myself to people like you, so you could call me unfit and unloving and uncaring for my own baby? No, people like you would sooner take him away and give him to someone who wouldnt love him than let a mother try to work through her own Post Natal Depression. Examiner 3: Did you ever even want the child? Sarah: Shut up Examiner 1: How long was it after the birth that you committed your crime? Sarah: Three weeks I think Examiner 2: Thats an awfully short amount of time to be incited to kill your child Sarah: Its not like I planned it, I didnt want any of this to happen, sometimes bad things wont go away no matter how long you leave them, they often are the ones that happen in your mind. Examiner 3: You do know that you really are fucked in the head down you? Sarah: Shut the fuck up Examiner 1: Have you been able to come to terms with your actions, or find peace within yourself yet? Sarah: (All she does is laugh maniacally). Examiner 2: Miss Serena, we know all the facts and why you are here, but would you please mind telling us what you did in your own words? Sarah: My own words? I wasnt aware that I had my own words, I thought all these years I was only using the same words that everyone else had Examiner 3: They wont like that

Sarah: Fuck em, theyve already made up their minds, now lets see how they react when they see the truth being told to their faces by the person who done the crime sitting right in front of their eyes instead of their documents and papers. Examiner 1: Miss Serena, would you please tell us the story for yourself? Sarah: I never planned to have my child. All I know about the father was that he was someone who had sex with me when I was drunk. I dont regret it, it would have happened eventually surely, no man was ever gonna be able to keep something like me wrapped around their finger or under their thumb. Im just way too free for life to hold me down. Examiner 2: Please, just the account of your crime Miss Serena. Sarah: Thats all you care about isnt it? All the disgusting hard facts that will help you get off to yourself later on tonight, well ok, Ill let you have them. I hated my child, I wanted to give it up for adoption, but when I gave birth to itI just saw its tiny face, innocence and big eyes, and the way its hand was so tiny in mine, even his small fingernailsBut I heard the voices in my head circling around me, like the blackest cloud I have ever known, and then the cloud got filled with lead and would want nothing more but to suffocate me in the middle of the night and strangle me, down into my lungs and choke meand all the while my baby was screaming for me, to be held, to be loved, to be cherished, and I wanted to do none of it. So one dayas I looked over my childI smothered him with a blanket, choked the life out of it the same way that I could feel it choking the life out of me, and then the voices stoppedfor 10 minutesand now all I have is my crime and the voices telling me how much of an awful person I am. Examiner 3: They are right you know Sarah: (Says nothing) Examiner 1: Are you sorry for what you have done? Sarah: Yes. Examiner 2: Do you seek forgiveness? Sarah: Yes. Examiner 3: Are you really sorry for what you have done? Sarah: No. Examiner 1: I am sorry for what you have done also, but you do understand that the law is the law correct?

Sarah: Yes I do, and thank you. Examiner 2: You shall be forgiven in the eyes of god if you are truly sorry for what you have done. Sarah: Thank you and god. Examiner 3: Why arent you sorry? Sarah: Because I could hear William talking aloud in his cell late at night, whispering and talking, and what he says is true. We live in a world where no matter what someone does no one is allowed to sow the seeds of nature to get their revenge, the law protects criminals and bastards, humanity considers itself to be the most advanced species, but all we have done is create law, theres no real structure, no real society, we cant even make peace with other nations without going to war with them first, humans need to go back to being the monkeys and gorillas they truly are, survival of the fittest, rapists be hanged, adulterers be drawn and tossers be quartered. No other species has laws, theyre a human invention, yet animals kill each other all the time, they have no fear of the law or god, its more natural to kill than to obey the law. I blame what I did entirely on my depression, sometimes the law needs to understand that sometimes someone will never be responsible for their actions, what do you do if someone hits you? You punch them back, its natural and instinctive, theres no thought put into it, and yet society says we need to be punished for it. Fuck the law, fuck the police, fuck society, fuck life, if theres a hell then let the devil take me himself, theyll be a lot more fun people in hell anyway. Examiner 1: Miss Serena Sarah: What? What are you asking me all these questions for? What more do you fuckers want from me? Are you gonna decide what youre gonna do to me or not? (Said as though she has now gone either insane or off the precipice her mind was previously hanging over). Examiner 2: No, we are not. Sarah: Why? Examiner 1: Because we have already made our decision. Sarah: Which is? Examiner 2: Whilst you were guilty of your actions undeniably, we can only conclude that you were sane when you did them, therefore you are not insane, therefore as you have already been found guilty by a jury of your peers you shall now be escorted to your new cell upon death row. (Black out).

Scene Seven: Sarahs Monologue (After Scene Seven the examiners and Sarahs conscious walk away in unison, and we are left with Sarah, cradling her blanket in a spotlight, her monologue is delivered as though she has reached a state of mania). Sarah: I am dying. You are dying. We are all dying. Everyday we spend alive we become one day closer to death. Our lives have an infinite amount of potential, but a finite amount of breaths to take. Theyre gonna wheel me onto a table, strap me down and fill my veins with barbiturates, paralytics and potassium. Theyll stand with blank faces, judging me the whole time as I writhe and convulse on the table, see my veins try to jump out of my throat and watch the last light of my soul leave my body. Then theyll ship me on down to the crematorium. And theyll be nothing left of me in the world. Get a good look while you can, this pretty little face wont be here for much longer. Agony awaits me. Come Satan, come jesus, come Santa Claus too, bring in the whole bunch of clowns Im supposed to believe in so that my shitty little life can have some hope. Where there is life there is hope. No, where there is life there is death. My life had no importance clearly, 12 people Ive never ever met in my life chose to kill me. Heaven is a place invented by the delusional for the delusional, but hell, hell is gonna be fun. Hell is where the angels go after they fall. Well I have fallen. My wings have been ripped from my back and all I have now is my death. So what awaits me apart from agony? Apart from hell? The eternal abyss, that black chasm people spend their whole lives trying to avoid the truth of, Ill just be ebbing and flowing upon the tide of an infinite wave of nothing, the void is calling now. Hell come take me. Scene Eight: Homicide Attempted (Scene starts with Jane in a frantic state, pacing the living room, television off, the psychologist sitting and rocking feverishly, doing his foolish way of acting insane, William stands the back right of the stage, looking over the psychologist into the cameras, meanwhile a nurse stands in the background, folding blankets, organizing the cutlery, checking measure of drugs etc). Jane: (Talking to him) Its been a week since Sarah got cleared now William, whos gonna be next? They havent even told us anything, not whos next, no more evaluations, nothing, what are they up to? Nurse: You get any sense out of him, there never was any to get, he lost his sense the moment he was out of the womb. (William continues staring into the cameras). Jane: What are you staring at? Thats all you ever do now, just stare into the wall, like a junkie, a zombie, William?! Thats all youre ever gonna do isnt it? Sarah was right about how weird you are sure, maybe the evaluators are too.

(She turns her back to him, he turns his head to stare at her, she doesnt notice as she continue to pace, he goes back to staring at the cameras). Nurse: Come on Jane, you know not to talk to the inmates, youve got him staring at the wall all day and the other one just rocks back and forth like a retard on crack. Jane: (Paying no attention to her) I need to get out of here, it suffocates you once youve been in here for more than a night, now its unbearable to the point of hysterics. My clothes are beginning to smell like this pace too, the reek just creeps into everything have to your name. It stains you worse than a Molotov cocktail. Im hermetically sealed. Airtight. I can barely breath most days, thats what Ive gotta do though, just keep breathing, just take each day for what it is, a series of breaths in and out. This place is enough to drive anyone insane, I can feel myself slipping, Im sliding into the abyss and its staring back at me, no, I cant end up like those two, or Sarah, I cant be here any longer, with each day a new crack appears in my skull, and each crack just brings more darkness Nurse: Come on everyone, time for your delicious pills (hands pills to each inmate with a glass of water). Thats it Jane, swallow your medication, be a good girl now. How are you today William? Still staring at whatever is in the wall thats fascinating you? We nurses like an inmate who does what hes told and nothing else, good boy you are (The address to William is said louder, as though patronizing him, as though he is a child). Do I have to help you with that? Want the nurse to help you drink your water like a fucking child? Oh no look, youve spilt your water, dribbled it like the annoying little pathetic retard you are (This bit said to the psychologist, in the same way that she talk to William). Dont worry, Ill you a bib so you dont get any dribble on my sparkling floor. (Exits stage right). (After she leaves a slight silence, then William turns to the audience). William: (Aside). I see the cameras, I know the game this guy is playing (points to the psychologist). I know theyre watching me, watching all of us, seeing each one of our movements, watching us scurry along like rats in a sewer, ants on an anthill. But Im the rat catcher and the kid with the magnifying glass. Jane keeps on trying to talk to me now that her friends gone, well shes not gonna come back now, shes alone, Im not gonna talk to the pathetic bitch, she can be friends with herself, I like my own company, my own mind. She has to learn that only the fittest survive, the good die young and the nicest get eaten. (William walks over to the psychologist). I know who you are. I know what youre doing, you think I cant see the cameras, well youre wrong. I know that you can hear me, and also, youre not insane. The insane dont need help like an invalid, you stupid prick. (Proceeds to slap the back of his head, the psychologist continues acting, at this Jane turns around, William looks at her and she stands up, then takes a step back, William pull his out of his seat and slaps him across the face, knocking him back). Jane: What are you doing? Nurse! William: Shut the fuck up or youre next. I know what hes doing.

Jane: Nurse! Nurse! William: I said shut the fuck up you stupid slut! (William punches the psychologist in the face). Psychologist: Nurse! Help, hes fucking punching me (He briefly tries to fight back, all useless as William is outmatching him for strength, Jane stands in shock of what she is seeing and what she has just heard, William continues to punch him in the face, as though trying to shape his face into pulp). Nurse: Whats going on! (The nurse drops the bib she has brought in and proceeds to try and pull William off of the psychologist, but he easily over powers her and pulls out a knife previously concealed, he walks over very slowly. The nurse goes into her area in the background and appears to be searching for something, William grabs the psychologist round the throat and stabs him in his side, then stands above him, drops the knife and continue to punch him in the face. The nurse runs out with a syringe and thrusts it into Williams next, after a few seconds her passed out unconscious, then the nurse retreats from him and sits breathing heavily, Jane is now unable to look). (The psychologist crawls away, blood round his mouth, some treacling out, holding his side, exist stage right). (Jane screams, black out). Scene Nine: Williams Monologue & Williams Verdict (The examiners sit in front of the audience, facing them, each of the three with a clipboard in front of them, William sits behind them handcuffed, the nurse standing behind him). Examiner 1: Is your name William Heath? William: Yes. Examiner 2: Born February 29th 1923, aged 32? William: Yes Examiner 3: Convicted and found guilty of the Elm And Crystal Lake Orphanage burnings? William: Yes. My masterpiece, Blake had his Great Red Dragon, Bosch had his Garden Of Earthly Delight, I had my army worth of screaming babies, toddlers and children.

Examiner 1: Did you not think of their lives? How many happy families couldve been made if they were adopted? How many achievements and accomplishments never fulfilled? (William gives no answer). Examiner 2: You are aware of what will happy if you are deemed to be insane? William: Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is doing the exact same fucking thing over and over again expecting shit to change. That is crazy. The first time somebody told that, I dont know, I thought he was bullshitting me, so boom, I shot him. The thing is, haha the thing is, he was right. And then I started seeing, everywhere I looked all these fucking pricks, everywhere I looked, doing the exact same fucking thing. Over and over and over and over again thinking this time is going to be different no no no please, this time is going to be different. Im sorry, I dont like the way, you are looking at me. Ok, do you have a fucking problem in your head, do you think that I am lying? Fuck you! Ok? Fuck you! Its ok man, Im gonna chill, Im gonna chill. The thing is, alright, the thing is I dont like being lied to, I dont like being watched. And its not like I am fucking crazy, its ok. Its like water under the bridge. Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity? So you wanna get personal and talk about families hey? Then why dont you tell me about yours? Go on then talk. Talk! (Silence for a few seconds). I dont get it, you were so eager to talk but now that the tables have been spun round by me you dont seem quite as chatty. Well let me tell you about families. You see the thing about our loved ones, right, our fucking loved ones, they come and they blindside you every fucking time. So they say to me, they say youre getting out of control, what are you doing with your life? My father use to believe strongly in punishment straightening children out, I was raised with a straight back and respect for the family name, but no one understood that each strike fucking hurt! (Shouts the last two words). It did no good, it scared me then it scarred me. Where were they then? Where was my orphanage and chance of happiness with parents who only wanted to love me? All I got for my love was pain. Life is pain! (Shouts the last three words and stands to punch his chair, the nurse then steps forward). No! Im calm, Ill stop (Shouts the first three words). My father always use to tell that its a dog eat dog world, every man for himself. Evolution. The most naturally occurring miracle the world could offer. Survival of the fittest. So I killed them all, my mother, my father, my sister, and to this day it makes the corners of my mouth smile. People die, thats what they fucking do. (Shouts the last word). Examiner 3: I see what you mean by evolution being a natural occurrence, but murder is murder surely? William: No. Murder is a human invention. In natural its called survival. In civilization its called inhumanity. I call it human nature. Examiner 1: Then why does no one else act like you?

William: Because the biggest oppressor of them all is civilization. When no one actually realizes that civilization is made up, invented, a lie, bullshit. Civilization tells you that you can be whatever you want to be, only for you then to find out that if youre rich, if youre handsome, if youre willing to be a corporate bitch then you can be what you want to be if youre fucking lucky. Examiner 2: Mr Heath, what would you suppose we should do if you were in our position, someone was saying this, and you had to decide whether or not they were insane? William: Agree with them, see the fucking light for the first time in your miserable pathetic lives, instead of the darkness. Examiner 3: You sound like a man of religion, all this talk of light being good and dark being bad? William: Religion is the opium of the masses. Religion restrict and ensnares and indoctrinates. Religion is founded upon brainwashing and being ignorant to what nature really is. Examiner 1: Mr William Heath, speaking for myself I can only say that having knowing of your crime and your recent actions you seem to lack remourse in all ways and forms, I for one have reached my verdict. William: What do you find me as then? Examiner 1: Guilty by reasons of insanity. (William remains silent). Examiner 2: I can only say that you seem to be completely at a loss as to knowing your place in the world and fail to understand how society and civilization works to create a safe environment for everyone. William: Hurry up and tell me the fucking verdict. Examiner 2: Guilty by reasons of insanity. (William remains silent again). Examiner 3: I think that you are fully capable of understanding your actions, you seem to have an understanding of how nature and evolution works, however you are using this view of the world and nature to offer yourself an excuse for your crimes and in my expert opinion I think that you are using as an excuse to obtain a life that you feel would be more customary to live in.

William: Verdict? Examiner 3: Guilty of arson and 114 accounts of first degree murder. William: Thank you. Examiner 1: Mr Heath, we find you to be insane, you will therefore be locked away in the secure mental facility that you have already found yourself residing in for these past few months whilst undergoing your psychological evaluation. Examiner 2: You will remain in this secure unit for an unspecified amount of time, eligible for secondary evaluation and assessment in 65 years. Up until that date you will be ineligible for an appeal. I hope that these years within these walls inside this unit will give you enough time to find remorse for your actions. Examiner 3: William Heath, may god have mercy upon your soul, may you find redemption, may you find solace in the grace and power and will of the lord almighty, all you have now is the prayers of the truly forgiving and merciful. William: (Laughs hysterically). God! Wheres your god when those children were screaming for their dead parents! God! God is dead! (The nurse sedates him). (Black out). Scene Ten: The Wardens Chat (Light fades up on four people sitting in chairs in a small horseshoe shape, two women and two men, each with a small table to their left with cigars and lighters on them, also glasses with bottle of alcohol). Warden 1: It seems as though situations in the institution have gone very well? Dont you all think? (The other three make sounds of agreement together). Warden 2: I do believe that the institution has done very well in serving itself as a place for the inmates to establish their mentalities and personalities to the examiners during the courses of their evaluations? (Same sounds of agreement from the other three). Warden 3: It was a bit of a shame about what happened with that psychologist fellow dont you think? A stabbing is always a messy and nasty business. Warden 4: Well you could say that he had it coming, its one thing to observe the insane, but its quite another to pretend to be one of them and come into their zone that they feel most accustomed in.

Warden 1: Is there any further news on what happened to the chap? Warden 2: The last I heard was that he was in a state of severe injury and pain. But he was bandaged up quite adequately and has since been placed in a hospital to further help him in his ailment. Warden 3: It turned out that the poor soul was rather lucky in how he received the wound, the knife penetrated him but rather than going between the ribs and causing almost certain fatal injury it hit the rib itself, stopping the knife going to the hilt in his ribcage. Warden 4: You could say that he came very close to dying of a broken heart. Warden 1: Though a severed one would be more accurate. (They laugh in unison). Warden 2: I must admit that you interest me with this talk of the inmate having zones within the asylum, what do you mean if you mind my asking? Warden 4: I dont mind your asking no, all questions are quite valid unless idiotic, what I meant was that the inmates must see the living area of the asylum as a haven, almost a safe place where they can engage with one another and live in what is the closest they have come to being a community setting since their initial crime. Warden 3: You talk of them as though they were animals. Warden 4: Indeed I do, and I assure that it is intentional, they seem to have marked territories for themselves, their beds offering themselves as a place that is exclusively their own also. Warden 1: But how did you come to know all this? Warden 4: Why, by observing the footage of the psychologist of course, it was after all I who gave the initial go ahead after all. Warden 2: You? Warden 4: Yes me, it seemed a quite interesting experiment on initial consideration, though I can hardly see what the psychologist fellow found apart from the fact that playing with fire will get you burned and being around the insane will get you within an inch of your life. Warden 1: And what were your initial thoughts of the man?

Warden 4: I thought that he presented an interesting experiment to me, although I cannot say that I ever met him. Instead he met some other member of the committee who then forwarded on all of his proposals. Warden 2: But who was this member? Warden 4: I have no idea, and why should I try to find out? Warden 1: Because the man has nearly lost his life Warden 4: And what better way to lose a life than in the interests of science, the fact that he only nearly lost it should only serve as a bonus to him. Warden 2: Who was this other member I wonder? Warden 3: It was me of course. Warden 1 and Warden 2: You? Warden 3: Yes, I likewise thought that the idea was an interesting one and should at least be attempted. Warden 4: But you put the mans life at stake! Warden 3: It seems as though a rather funny turn has come over you, not 10 seconds ago you were saying he should consider his experience one which has ended up lucky. Warden 4: But that was when I considered him a fool who was blinded by the prospect of discovery and science, now I see that he was only a pawn in a game of chess that you were moving the pieces in. Warden 3: Chess requires two players and I hope it should please you that you were the other player in the game, if you will be so vulgar as to call it that. Warden 4: Indeed I will. Warden 1: Surely we are all professions here, cant we just agree that the experiment was one that offered light relief from the burden and mundanity of our jobs and let it rest as something tried and never to be done ever again? Warden 3: I am more than willing to. Warden 4: I find myself most willing to. Warden 1: Good, that is the matter rested then.

Warden 2: I should like to talk about that Sarah Serena woman, the one who was found to be guilty and sentenced to death. Warden 1: And why should you want to do that? Warden 2: Because I have recently received the news that her death has been completed. Warden 3: Interesting Warden 4: Not interesting in the slightest. Warden 2: It was thought that it would be best to go forward with the deed as soon as possible, theres no need to prolong the death of someone who has already had it postponed for several months. Warden 1: But why should you take an interest or care in the matter? Warden 2: I find myself affected deeply by all the deaths that occur to those who have been within the facility at any given time. Warden 3: But why? Warden 2: Because it may be nave or foolish of me but I happen to believe that they are human beings after all. (The three other warden laughs slightly together). Warden 3: But surely you jest? Warden 2: Anything but, just because one commits a crime, no matter how heinous, it does not diminish the existence of their souls. Warden 4: But anyone who would kill the soul of another is surely lacking one themselves? Warden 1: Precisely, I happen to believe that any crime that goes against the law is completely unforgivable. Warden 2: Really? Completely unforgivable? So someone who litters on the ground can never be forgiven, even some pedophiles when given enough time can eventually be rehabilitated. Warden 1: The law is the law and each part and rule of it has been made for a reason. Warden 2: I am not saying that the notion of the law is a foolish one, on the contrary, I am just saying that it seems funny that as human beings we would kill someone that offer them the right means of rehabilitation.

Warden 3: Ah, there you raise huge existential and philosophical problems that are best left to soppy romantic types or those who spend too much time thinking, French and Russian novelists I believe they are called. Warden 2: Then maybe we should take the chance to discuss philosophy, any thought good enough for Socrates is good enough for us. Warden 4: Yes but Socrates himself was executed. Have you ever heard of hemlock? It really was the lethal injection of its day Warden 2: Perhaps I should raise my points with an audience less vulgar Warden 1: Oh come now, this talk is all quite and rather silly, I should like to make a little wager amongst ourselves Warden 2: What was it that you had in mind? Warden 1: I propose that we each take part in a bet as to the fate of Miss Jane Doe. Warden 2: Never. Warden 3: Oh dont be so light of heart, Im game, its seems a most interesting wager to be apart of. Warden 4: I would also like to take part. Warden 1: Perhaps we should place our bets like the inmates do? I would like to wager four cigars on it that she is found to be guilty and sentenced to death. Warden 3: I am willing to bet the same, four cigars on the same sentencing taking place it is. Warden 4: (Throwing a pack of matches on the floor) Match. Warden 1: What a childish pun Warden 4: When I see a joke to be made I make it. Warden 1: Four cigars for you also? Warden 4: Five. Just to make it ever so slightly more interesting. Warden 1: Five it is. Warden 3: Five.

Warden 4: But I would like to place the bet on her being found guilty by reason of insanity. Warden 1: Ah, I see where you are coming from, you are of course referring to the fact that it was from her house and telephone that the call was made, that she was found in the blood of her husband, who had been cheating on her, but then denied knowing anything about the incident. Warden 4: Of course. Warden 1: I hear that as of late she is also starting to make statements where she has claimed to not even remember the night of her arrest, then she frequently goes back to her previous statement of knowing nothing of the murder, only to then change her story to her possibly committing the crime but not being sure in any way. None of this sounds like the workings of a mind which is sane. Warden 3: Five cigars on her being found guilty by reasons of insanity. Warden 1: Ah, so you appear to have changed your mind then? Warden 3: Not for interest or anything of the sort. But I wish to win this bet so that I may smoke the cigars belonging to the two of you who see her fate one where she is killed. Warden 1: Well then I suppose that only time will tell. Warden 2: Indeed. Warden 3: We shall just have to wait and see. Warden 4: Like the strange woman herself. Scene Eleven: Janes Monologue (Light up on Jane sitting on her own, the examiners sitting in front of her, not looking at her, facing the audience. Janes clothes appear as though they have been worn for a series of weeks, she has the look of someone who has reached a crisis point, both mentally and emotionally. For the original set of questions she is silent, but her actions, posture and mannerisms suggest that with each second she is crushed more and more by an invisible weight inside her, growing more agitated and stressed as the questions continue). Examiner 1: Is you name Jane Doe? (Jane remains silent). Examiner 2: How do you feel today Jane? (Jane is still silent).

Examiner 1: I assume that you are aware of why you have been called here today? (Still silent). Examiner 2: Are you prepared to talk Miss Joe? (Silent, but raises her head). Examiner 1: Miss Doe are you prepared to answer our questions? (Opens her mouth as though she has something to say, but only closes it again and remains silent). Examiner 2: Miss Doe, will you please talk? Jane: I will talk, but only if I can say what I have to say. Theres one thing left for me to say, and its all I want to say. If you let me say it then Ill talk. Examiner 1: Fine Miss Doe, say what it is that you have to say. Jane: I didnt do it. Im tired of being here when I shouldnt even be here in the first place. I had everything, I was so happy, I had a great job, a husband and everything was perfect. Now everyone thinks Ive done it and no one believes me. But for every second of every day that Ive been here Ive been thinking about the night that my husband died. And all I can remember is my cradling him in my armsand the blood. So much blood. And I cant remember walking into the room, I cant remember the police arresting me, I cant remember anything, all I know is what everyone else says about that night. The police, the guards, the inmates, I dont even know though. But if I did kill him then he did deserve it, sleeping around, he didnt care about me, that lying bastard. No, no, no, I loved him, I would never hurt him. This place is turning me insane, I never did it, but maybe I did, theres a fine line between sanity and insanity and I dont even know which side Im on now. I dont know what to think anymore Im so confused. I think that maybe I did do it, but Im sure Im innocent, but the police say that my husband told me he was sleeping round and thats why I killed him. I dont know, if he did tell me thatthen maybemaybe I wouldnt have been able to stop myself reacting the way everyone thinks I did. But if he told this woman that he loved me, if he did that, then maybe it was her, I dont even remember making the phone call to the police. I just dont know anymore!!! And what is there for me? If Im insane then I deserve to be here, locked away and inside forever, never to see light of day again unless its through confused eyes, never again will I touch the dew on the morning grass unless my mind is in the milky haze of medication, even then with someone helping me walk as though Im an invalid. I want to die. I want you to find me sane and sentence me to death. I dont want to live in this place anymore, a prisoner inside the walls and a prisoner inside my own mind. Death seize me, kiss me full on my lips and take my soul to do with it what you will. (Almost collapses in her chair, during this monologue she becomes increasingly frantic and manic). (The examiners seem to gather round in a huddle, talking faintly, though obviously still loud enough for the audience to hear). Examiner 1: Showing signs of clear multiple personality disorder

Examiner 2: Also signs of intense mania, as though she is unable to understand the past and how it has any bearing on her present. Examiner 1: If she has split personality disorder then it is likely that she killed her husband during one of these states and this is why she has no recollection of the crime. Examiner 2: In which case she is insane and cannot be found guilty of murder due to reasons of insanity? Examiner 1: But what if she isnt guilty? Examiner 2: What do you mean? Examiner 1: Its a common occurrence for people who experience severe shock to have memory impairments of the incident. Examiner 2: Are you saying that she might be innocent? Examiner 1: Dont be stupid. Examiner 2: So youre saying that shes faking insanity so she can avoid the death penalty? Examiner 1: If she is then is surely an incredible actor. Examiner 2: One of the best Ive ever seen, didnt even show her real nature on the cameras. Examiner 1: An interesting case it would appear to be (Black out). Scene Twelve: Janes Verdict. (Light up, the examiners standing still and Jane sitting still. Enter immediately after Scene 12 the psychologist, dressed in the suit trousers from his earlier monologue but now topless, the left side of his body having a large bandage over it and placed over his wound, blood visible on the bandage, he walks around the room, but as though he is unseen and not even there, the idea is that only the audience can see him and only the audience should be aware of him). Psychologist: So, hello again. (Looking at his cut) Nasty business getting stabbed. More blood than the floor of an abattoir. (Looking backwards at the examiners and Jane) Dont worry they cant see me. Only you lot can. Dont think about whether or not any weird bullshit is going on in the play either, its not important. All you need to know is that you can see and they cant. Now, having listened to the examiners just now, having listened to Jane and heard and seen all the things you have previously, I have two simple questions

for you. Underneath your seat you should find a laminated sheet of card, one side red and the other side yellow. My first question is quite simply, do you think that Miss Jane Doe is innocent, yes or no? Please hold up the red side facing me if you think that she is guilty and the yellow side facing me if you think that she is innocent. (The audience gives their answers). Ok. And now, my second question is, do you think that she is insane or sane? Hold up the red side towards me if you think that she is sane and hold up the yellow side towards me if you think that she is insane. (The audience gives their answers). Thank you, hope you continue to enjoy the show. (Exits stage left). (Action continuing on as normal). (If the audience gives the reply that they think that she is sane then the rest of the scene is to be performed as follows). Examiners: (In unison). Insane. Examiner 1: Miss Jane Doe, I find you to be guilty of first degree murder due to reason of insanity. You will continue your stay within the asylum and remain within this seduce facility. Examiner 2: Miss Jane Doe, I also find you to be guilty of first degree murder due to reasons of insanity. May you eventually achieve a sane mind and be able to be rehabilitated to see the truth and error of your actions. (Exit the examiners). Jane: No, please dont! No, I killed him, I stabbed him and I enjoyed doing it! Im guilty! Im guilty!! Please (Sobbing fully and uncontrollably), please let me die, please kill me. (Enter the nurse from earlier, holding a needle). Nurse: Here you go Jane (Gives her the injection). See, remember what I told you earlier, nurses love patients who behave themselves. (Black out). OR (Action continuing on as normal). (If the audience gives the reply that they think that she is insane then the rest of the scene is to be performed as follows). Examiners: (In unison). Sane. Examiner 1: Miss Jane Doe, I find you to be guilty of the first degree murder of your husband with no indications that you are insane. You will be placed upon death row and given the lethal injection within an allotted time frame. Examiner 2: I also find you to be guilty of first degree murder, you will be placed within a cell on death row and await your fate as chosen by twelve of your peers. Jane: (Said as though in a euphoric and manic state). Thank you! Hahaha thank you. Euphoria, at long last you have taken my hand, held it and kissed it. Now I will die and take my rightful place on the clouds of paradise. I will lay on a warm lush meadow and

feel the sun gently caress my face. Death awaits me! Death is the brother of sleep, forget my innocence, no ones more innocent than when they dream! (Black out).

Scene Thirteen: The Killing. (The following sequence of events is only to be performed if the audience replies that Jane is guilty). (A man walks into the room, quickly followed closely behind by a woman, from the opening lines it is clear that they are having a disagreement). Man: You have to go, my wife will be home in five minutes. Woman: A quickey should never take longer though. Man: No, leave my house please. Woman: Why? You cant seriously have meant that you want all of this to end. That you dont want any more of this. (Flourishes sexily). Man: I just dont want this tryst to continue anymore. And you need to understand that. Woman: Dont say that! Dont you dare fucking say that! You love me. Man: I love my wife also. Woman: No you dont, remember? You love me, remember? You told me that she doesnt love you anymore, not the way that she used to, that I was the most beautiful woman that you had ever seen, that you needed me, that you were nothing without me even, what sort of tryst as you put it would you say that to? Man: Sorry not a tryst, a fling. An idle infatuation as though I was a school child. Woman: Shut up. Man: No, you need to know this. And you really need to understand it. Get it into that thick skull you have that I feel nothing for you, not anymore at least. Woman: But I love you! I need you! Ive fallen so heavily for you and so completely that nothing can pick me up but you. Man: Listen to yourself! Saying these things to a married man! Love doesnt exist between married people, let alone in an affair, you stupid pathetic woman. Woman: Then why did you say to me that you loved me? (Visibly in tears).

Man: Because I wanted to fuck you. You were a beautiful woman. But I needed to tell you when this affair started that I loved you to keep you. I know that by telling a woman that you love them they will open their legs to you as though you were the man of their dreams. Youre all pathetic. Look at my wife, I tell her I love her, and she still loves me, haha, youre not even the first affair Ive even had. Woman: Then may this affair be your last! (Picks up a knife next to them and immediately stabs him, he falls to the ground holding his wound and proceeds to die as she looks on, smiling. She proceeds to throw down the knife and walk over to the telephone). Voice Recording: Hello 911, whats your emergency? Woman: Ive just killed my husband, please come quick theres blood everywhere and he isnt breathing (said by a voice in hysterics) Voice Recording: Ok madam, could you please tell me your name? Woman: My name is Jane Doe. Voice Recording: Could you spell that please? Woman: Jane D-O-E Voice Recording: And your address? Woman: 155 Keats Boulevard, on the right of the intersection going direct to Byron Way and left to Blue Avenue Voice Recording: And are you hurt in any way? Woman: What? No! Ive killed my husband, with a knife, I stabbed him, hes dead. (She puts down the phone and exits stage left. Jane then walks in). Jane: Honey, Im home. I hope youve had a good day, I know I have, mainly because Ive been thinking of you all die. (Screams as she sees the body, she proceeds to walk over to the body, pick up the knife only to put it back down and cradle her husbands dead body. The noise of a police car is then heard). (CURTAIN). OR (The following sequence of events is only to be performed if the audience replies that Jane is innocent).

Jane: What do you mean that youve found someone else? Man: Just that Ive found someone else. I dont love you anymore Jane, and I havent for a while, Ive been with this woman for a year now and I love her, Im going to move in with her, divorce you and hopefully marry her. Jane: But I love you! And I naturally assumed that you loved me! Man: And I did! But not anymore Jane. Jane: Is it her whos been smoking cigarettes in the garden? Man: How did you know that? Jane: I found a cigarette butt with lipstick on it. It would have taken some pretty incredible chance of accuracy for one of the little female teenage sluts in the area to flick it over the garden wall. Man: Red lipstick on it? Jane: Yes. It had red lipstick smeared all around the edge, red lipstick Ive never worn red lipstick a day in my life, only whores paint their lips red. Man: Dont you dare call her that! Jane: Pick her up from one of the fucking coffee shops did you? What was it I said to you once? Oh yeah, you dont meet nice girls in coffee shops. Just the kind that has affairs with married fucking men! (Picks up the knife on the counter, proceeds to hold it up to him). Man: Go on them do it, if you hate me, if you think you can. Jane: What? Dont you want to be with your whore? Man: Yes, but Id rather be with you right now looking into your eyes, seeing you try to have the look of a killer in your eyes but not being able to. Go on! Do it! (Last two short sentences shouted at her). Jane: I cant! (Hand starts to shake and begins to cry). Man: Exactly, dont worry Jane. (Next line said as he starts to walk off). At least Katie can have children. (Jane immediately gets up, swings him around and stabs him, he proceeds to hold his wound and die).

Jane: There! Love me now! Fucking love me now! Bleed bastard bleed! (Realizing what she has done she throws down the knife and in a state of shock begins to sob uncontrollably before laughing, an eerily scary hysterical laugh). (After a few seconds Jane gets up and goes over to the telephone, still in hysterics). Voice Recording: Hello 911, whats your emergency? Jane: Ive just killed my husband, please come quick theres blood everywhere and he isnt breathing (said by a voice in hysterics) Voice Recording: Ok madam, could you please tell me your name? Jane: My name is Jane Doe. Voice Recording: Could you spell that please? Jane: Jane D-O-E Voice Recording: And your address? Jane: 155 Keats Boulevard, on the right of the intersection going direct to Byron Way and left to Blue Avenue Voice Recording: And are you hurt in any way? Jane: What? No! Ive killed my husband, with a knife, I stabbed him, hes dead. (She puts down the phone and proceeds to go over to her husband, who she cradles in her arms). Jane: (Crying). I did love you, you evil bastard. (Laughs very slightly). I loved you so much, I would have let you go as well, if you were unhappy with me and so happy with her then I wouldnt have stopped you. But you shouldnt have pushed me, why did you do it! (Shouting the last five words at his corpse). The police are on their way now, lets see what they can do. (Laughs very slightly again). I love you, and I always will. This is crazy. (Noise of a police car is heard). (Jane just stares at the face of her husband). (CURTAIN).