Category: #KENNEDYS

  • Rough Sleep – a play by Alysse Aallyn

    CHARACTERS

    Jazz Suzino – female college student – edgy, artistic

    Chase Quinn – male college student – angry wrestler

    Koo Loflin – female college student – petite cheerleader

    Soliz D’Accosta – female college student – chip on her shoulder- ethnic – smart transfer student

    Grady “G-Rad” Borden –male, black “in the closet” college student

    Zane Pettigrew – male college student – jock biz major

    Dr. Richard Corso – “Lord of Perceptual Studies” – charismatic older man with plummy, stagey voice

    Zoya Farrell – older female – tiny, hopeful but easily discouraged – Chase’s mom

    Cutter Farrell – older male – Chase’s mean, scary cold-eyed dad

    Bex – male youth – Jazz’s scary biker ex

    SCENE I – WAITING ROOM (i.e. circle of chairs) outside DREAM RESEARCH LAB.  Visible DOOR to one side. Students – edgy, impressionable JAZZ , angry suspicious,  punked out wrestler CHASE, King-of-the-World jock business major ZANE,  RAD (Black, light-sprung guy with ornate dreads and gay overtonesSOLIZ (pretty, smoky, hot, ethnic, resentful) KOO (tiny blond cheerleader, very anxious  alternately sprawl and rock on uncomfortable “waiting room” chairs)

    JAZZ

    (Fanning)

    God, it’s hot in here. I’m melting.

    CHASE

    (Offering a hand)

    And I’m Chase.

    JAZZ

    (Blushing – takes his hand)

    I mean, I’m Jazz.  Hi.

    SOLIZ

    (A tad hostile)

    Who’s named Jazz?

    JAZZ

    (shrugs)

    Short for Jasmyn. Mothers – Disney – what can you do?

    RAD

    You got that right. My parents call me Grady. Grady Borden! Get a brother killed on the street.  I go by Rad. Or G-Rad.

    (He and Zane trade complicated fist bumps & bicep grabs)

    SOLIZ

    Shouldn’t it be “Raid”?

    CHASE

    Let people have the nickname they want.  And you are?

    SOLIZ

    Soliz.  I should be a third year but I transferred so I’m only a sophomore. That’s all the credits they would give me – and I graduated junior college. 

    RAD

    Hey, I’m a transfer too!  They turned me down straight outta high school.  I mean, is this place a snob factory or what?

    CHASE

    I just assumed we’d all be psych majors but I don’t recognize anyone. 

    (Points)

    ZANE

    Zane. Business major. 

    (He waves)

    KOO

    I’m Koo.  Like kookool. I was a communications major but they gave me such a bad internship I really couldn’t hack it. Now I’m uncommitted. I don’t know what to do. Everything available you hear bad things about.

    RAD

    (Points to KOO)

    I know I’ve seen you.  Top of the pyramid, right?

    KOO

    (Shrugs –  happy at the perks of fame)

    I’m the flier. My feet never touch ground.

    RAD

    You’re the one goes with that quarterback? Am I correct?

    KOO

    Bo Boyd. Yes.

    RAD

    Woo-hoo! Humptious!

    (Fanning)

    Hells YES it’s hot in here!

    (Takes off his bomber jacket stunned by KOO’s hotness)

    CHASE

    It would be just like Dr. Corso turning up the heat to make us squirm.

    (Waves up at presumably unseen camera)

    Hi, doc!

    ZANE

    That’s a sprinkler, dog.

    CHASE

    You better believe there’s a camera in here someplace. He needs to collect his little trophies. Bargaining chips. His little icons.

    RAD

    So he turns up the heat till we boil?  Like frogs in the experiment?

    KOO

    What frogs?

    RAD

    The frogs that were too stupid to get out of the hot water. ‘Cause it happened so slowly.

    SOLIZ

    Those frogs were in search of a paycheck.

    ZANE

    They never boiled any frogs!  That’s for sure an urban legend!

    CHASE

    Listen to the marketing major! Always first with the non-facts.

    ZANE

    Well at least we know we’re not going to get boiled.

    CHASE

    Did you read what you signed? He can do any goddam thing he wants to us.

    KOO

    Well he can boil me if he pays me.  You should see my VISA bill.

    RAD

    (Sycophantically trying – and failing – to be ZANE’s best buddy)

    Like there’s a difference between psychology and marketing. Am I right? Everyone’s trying to sell you something.

    JAZZ

    Am I the only freshman?

    CHASE

    You’re a freshman?

    JAZZ

    I’m an old freshman. Took me awhile to get here.

    KOO

    If you’re a freshman you must live in Hadleigh!

    JAZZ

    Is that bad?

    KOO

    It’s pathetic is what it is!  Hadleigh has sick building syndrome. And  the girls are at the top where the bad air collects and it’s like the worst.

    CHASE

    All the poor little freshmen jumping out their windows!

    JAZZ

    Those windows don’t even open!

    ZANE

    They don’t open now because of all the suicides.

    KOO

    Because of the sick building syndrome!

    (BEX – big, mean, long haired, motorcycle jacket & boots, appears on the opposite side of the door and starts hammering)

    BEX

    Jazz! Jazz! Jazz!

    (Embarrassed JAZZ slides out the door and closes it carefully after her.  BEX grabs her immediately)

    JAZZ

    Omigod, Bex, what are you doing here?  You have to go!

    BEX

    Don’t answer my texts, don’t answer my emails – You’re forcing me to stalk you. Your choice, babe. MY LIFE.

    (JAZZ tries to detach)

    JAZZ

    You’ve GOT a life. You need to get back to it. We broke up, remember?

    BEX

    So that’s it?  Kicking me to the curb?

    JAZZ

    You knew I wanted to go to college. I was lucky to get this scholarship.

    BEX

    So now you’re too good for me, is that it? Now you’re hanging out with that old guy who looks like your granddad!

    JAZZ

    (Pushing him away)

    He’s my advisor. So stop with the paparazzi scheme, Bex, stop spying on me and posting the pictures. Scram.  Go home.

    (Manages to get behind the door – slams it in his face – barricades it shut.  BEX marches offstage with a look of determination – like – he’s not quitting)

    RAD

    (Clueless)

    Thought you were making a break for it.

    CHASE

    Need help with that?

    JAZZ

    Nah. No.

                      (She sits down but nervous glance at door)

    RAD

    It’s crunch time, am I right?  Better get out now! More for us!

    ZANE

    Did you hear we all have alternates?

    RAD

    No. No way!

    ZANE

    Way. These are juicy gigs.  Paid research jobs – I mean, it never happens.

    CHASE

    Makes you wonder what he’s up to.

    ZANE

    Just making sure we show, is all.

    CHASE

    And here we are.  Why did you show up? 

    (points at JAZZ)

    JAZZ

     I’m sort of hoping it’s true. The soulmate thing.

    RAD

    The wha-?

    JAZZ

    Skydancers. Dakinis, they call them. Dreampower.

    KOO

    Didn’t you read the book?  You were supposed to read the book. Soulmates can soultravel. Likeeverywhere.

    RAD

    There’s an urban legend right there for sure.

    ZANE

    It’s the remote viewing thing that I want.  Weapon of the future. Business of a lifetime.  Defense contractors throw mad money at that stuff.

    RAD

    Mad money! 

    (High fives with ZANE.)

    SOLIZ

    Astral projection? Out of body experiences? Impossible. I hope it doesn’t work because I need the sleep. I’ve got like, two other jobs.

    ZANE

    Sleep’s a luxury. Too luxurious for us bottom feeders – this is hustle time.

    KOO

    Think everyone’s got a soulmate?  Each one of us?  Out there somewhere?

    RAD

    What’s Bo Boyd say to THAT?

    KOO

    Maybe it’s him. 

    (Not like she believes it)

    CHASE

    What is the likelihood we’ll find soulmates AMONG EACH OTHER? Six strangers? Seriously!

    JAZZ

    Maybe soulmates create each other.

    CHASE

    This here is exactly why Dr. Corso chose non-psych majors!  Soulmates! Out-of-body experiences! It’s the old razzle-dazzle!  Cover story. Dr. Corso’s the king of bullshit. That’s not what he’s interested in at all! They never tell you what they’re really testing.

    RAD

    Well, then, what do you think he’s testing?

    CHASE

    Beats me. But I sure would love to know.

    JAZZ

    He’s testing our dreams. I never dreamed before I came here.  And ever since I moved in I’ve been having these fantastic dreams.

    KOO

    It’s that sick building. I’m telling you.

    ZANE

    It’s the drug the nurse gave us.  You know, at the Health Center? The tolerance test? Whatever that stuff was. My dreams were crazy, too!

    RAD

    Who can forget Tolerance Test with Nurse Humptious! God knows what she did to me while I was out of it. Probably me-tooed this poor homeboy.

    ZANE

    Yeah, she got you in trouble and now she’ll have to marry you.

    CHASE

    Whatever it is…Corso knows.

  • Motive: a curtain-raiser play by Alysse Aallyn

    (A chorus of Cardinals, sedate & proper, approaches from right, a more colorful chorus of Goombas from left.)

    CARDINALS
    Oyez, oyez, oyez.
    Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet,
    pro in iudico minimum definitionem,
    quo justo intellegebat ne.

    GOOMBAS
    A guy’s gotta live
    Ain’t a guy gotta live? You
    Do right by me and I’ll do right
    By you.

    JACK RUBY
    (Appearing on balcony – flat affect – as crowd blends in below)

    The world will never know the true facts
    Of what occurred. My motives.
    I’m the only person in the background
    That knows the truth pertaining to
    Everything relating to my
    Circumstances. The people who have had
    So much to gain and had such an
    Ulterior motive to put me in this position
    Will never let the true facts come
    Out to the world.

    GOOMBA # 1
    But you’re crazy!

    JACK RUBY
    I have locomotor attacks-you.

    (Spreading his arms, he falls ritualistically off balcony & is absorbed into crowd. JOE KENNEDY
    appears on balcony)

    JOE KENNEDY
    Has anybody seen my son? I’m looking for my son.

    GOOMBAS & CARDINALS TOGETHER
    Woe is you! Woe is you!

    JOE
    Has anyone seen my boy?

    CARDINAL VOICE
    Which one, your honor?

    GOOMBA # 1
    You rat, you.

    JOE KENNEDY
    The big one. My big boy.

    GOOMBA #2
    But he’s crazy.

    JACK RUBY
    He’s been struck. He’s been struck down.

    GOOMBA #3
    We all get hit. Take a rap, be a prince.

    CARDINALS
    (together, waving arms)
    Vidit scriptorem vix in,
    ceteros tractatos assentior pro no.
    Ius etiam ornatus voluptua ne. Invenire democritum
    consectetuer an eum.

    GOOMBA #4
    Give us a taste! Just a little taste!

    CARDINALS
    An offering! An offering!

    JOE
    (Rains fluttering bills upon the crowd)
    My wife went to church
    My daughters prayed –
    I had four fine sons.
    Joe was smart, Jack was charming
    Bobby was loyal and Teddy –

    (Pauses. Sighs.)

    Teddy runs to keep up.

    GOOMBA #5
    Didn’t you make a deal?

    JOE
    Deal? I made plenty
    Turned one dollar into twenty
    To forty, to five million.
    Of course I made deals.

    CARDINAL #1
    The father shall eat sour grapes
    And the children’s teeth
    Shall be set on edge.

    (The CARDINALS break ranks and look at each other, amazed.)

    CARDINAL #2
    If you sow the wind you
    Reap the whirlwind.

    (The CARDINALS & GOOMBAS merge together, oohing and sighing as if a wind shudders through them.)

    GOOMBAS
    Omerta! Omerta!

    CARDINALS
    Qui habitat! Qui habitat!

    GOOMBAS & CARDINALS TOGETHER
    A deal’s a deal! A deal’s a deal!

    JOE
    But I wanted only fine things
    My boys to grow up

    Grab everything they wanted
    Take their place, rule the world.

    GOOMBAS
    But you gotta play ball!

    JOE
    I played ball with the unions!
    I played ball with the cruisers
    Settled scores with the bruisers.
    I know to grease skids
    I know to oil palms.

    GOOMBA #1
    We helped you with Jack
    And you sicced us with Bobby!

    JOE
    I never sicced anybody!

    (the crowd jeers and boos, CARDINALS cover faces in shame)

    GOOMBA #2
    Bobby won’t play right.

    GOOMBA #3
    Bobby’s a hard ass!

    CARDINAL #3
    (Very offended)
    Bobby’s a good boy!

    GOOMBA #4
    He’s TOO good a boy if you know what I mean.

    JOE
    I’ll speak to Bobby! Let me speak to Bobby!

    GOOMBAS
    Too late. It’s too late.

    JACK RUBY
    You can’t speak to nobody, Joe.
    You’ve been struck down.

    (JOE throws out his arms and falls into crowd as if dead. The CARDINALS rush out a wheelchair. NORMA JEANE appears sneaking through crowd. As JOE is whisked offstage, attention turns to her, in spite of the fact that she’s wearing dark glasses, a kerchief, halter top, ballet flats and Capri pants)

    GOOMBA #1
    Hey, guys, it’s Marilyn!

    GOOMBAS
    (chanting)
    Marilyn, Marilyn!

    NORMA JEANE
    That’s not me, boys, I’m Norma Jeane.

    GOOMBA #2
    Aw, come on Marilyn, there’s no disguising that shape!

    GOOMBA #3
    I can smell her!

    NORMA JEANE
    Marilyn is dead, boys, everyone knows that.

    (Takes off her glasses)

    See? It’s just me. Poor old Norma-never-been-nowhere-Jeane.

    CARDINAL #3
    Lying’s a sin, Marilyn.

    GOOMBA #1
    Dance for us, Marilyn. Do a little of this- and that –

    (he simulates a bump and grind)

    And these and those!

    CARDINAL #1
    Just give us a little song, Marilyn. Just for the kids. We’d be ever so grateful.

    NORMA JEANE
    You all know Marilyn’s dead. I’m just trying to find Bobby.

    CARDINAL #2
    Bobby? What do you want Bobby for?

    CARDINAL #3
    Are you trying to get that nice boy in trouble?

    GOOMBAS
    (Chanting)
    Marilyn! Marilyn!

    (They grab her up on their shoulders and lift her up to the balcony)

    NORMA JEANE
    No! I don’t want to go! There’s no more Marilyn!

    (But they are touching her everywhere. She gives up and climbs into the balcony.)

    OK, boys, one last time.

    (She throws off her glasses and kerchief, shakes out her hair, one grind, one bump, blows a kiss, EXITS.)

    THE END