Derrick Is Speaking. Elizabeth Is Listening

Male Monologue #1

THE BODY

Kirk Wallace

[Derrick is speaking. Elizabeth is listening]

DERRICK: It was the shadow of the boy I saw first. His arms hanging down

over his head, the silhouette of his feet aimed up. [Beat] Then,-- I stepped into the room and saw his dead eyes, open, as if staring, unseeing, down at the pool of blood that had been drained from his body. [Beat, trying to sound professional] I looked around the room, made mental notes of where everything was and then crossed to him and cut him down, letting this body drop back into a more normal relationship with the ground. Just because he had died abnormally, didn't mean he had to sustain it in death. As we looked around the shack, most of the others got sick at what they saw. But it was the smell that got me. It wasn't that usual odor of death you find in scenes like this. That bloody mixture of excrement and sweat strained out of the contraction of agonized muscle. This was different. It was more acrid. Caustic. Like acid. But, worse of all, it's stench made me...afraid. [Looks at her] You know, always before these horror scenes filled me with rage, a determination to catch the bastard responsible and put him away. But this time -- [Looks at her, trying to find the words] This time...I...[Stops, then goes ahead.]Whatever is out there is more terrifying, more ugly than anything I've ever dealt with. It seems so grossly inadequate, but the only word I can think of to describe what we're up against is...evil. We're looking for something inhuman and that scares the hell out of me.

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Male Monologue #2

The Crucible
Hale is a minister at the end of his rope. He can no longer stand for what is going on in the small town of Salem. He is first speaking to a judge and then to a woman. This is a very dramatic scene, good luck.

The sun will rise in a few minutes. There are orphans wandering from house to house; abandoned cattle bellow on the highroads, the stink of rotting crops hangs everywhere, and no man knows when the harlots’ cry will end his life-and you wonder yet if rebellion’s spoke? Better you should marvel how they do not burn your province! You ask why I have come here!?(Frustrated, pause, then sarcastically) I come to do the Devil’s work. I come to counsel Christians they should belie themselves. (His sarcasm collapses.) There is blood on my head! Can you not see the blood on my head!! (Now speaks to a woman) Your husband is marked to hang this morning. I come on my own. I would save your husband’s life, for if he is taken I count myself his murderer. Do you understand me? Let you not mistake your duty as I mistook my own. I came into this village like a bridegroom to his beloved, bearing gifts of high religion; the very crowns of holy law I brought, and what I touched with my bright confidence, it died; and where I turned the eye of my great faith, blood flowed up. Beware; cleave to no faith when faith brings blood. It is mistaken law that leads you to sacrifice. Life, woman, life is God’s most precious gift; no principle, however glorious, may justify the taking of it. I beg you, woman, prevail upon you husband to confess. Let him give his lie. Quail not before God’s judgment in this, for it may well be God damns a liar less than he that throws his life away for pride. Will you plead with him? I cannot think he will listen to another.

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