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Extrasensory ResolutionsPremiered December 1, 2003 Perceptions -- Act II, Inter Scene 5-6 The lights come up on the pay telephone booth, as the lights go down on main stage. Suddenly, GERALDINE, SHELA, ESTHER, RICHARD and ANN all converge on the telephone booth at once, in typical herd fashion, making a great deal of noise and jostling sounds. All try to get into the telephone booth first, but because they are all pushing to get in at once, no one manages to make it. With all five jammed up against the door of the telephone booth, FRED saunters in from stage left (crossing main stage) and over to the telephone booth area, and into the light. FRED’s manner is totally casual, in contrast to the others’ frantic activities. FRED Excuse me. Everyone responds by first recognizing FRED and then realizing that FRED is one of the ESP subjects. With a fair amount of jostling, they respond to FRED’s request and provide a narrow path for FRED to the telephone. FRED manages to squeeze his way through the other five bodies and enter the booth. Once in, FRED smiles. FRED Thanks. As FRED dials, the other listen intently, thinking to hear something worthwhile. After a brief pause, while the others jockey for position and FRED gives them a simple smile, FRED is answered. FRED Hello? Mom? It’s Fred! The others groan, and then realize that have to get to another telephone. GERALDINE I’ve got to get to another telephone! ANN I know where one is! Everyone looks at ANN, who immediately regrets her statement. Abruptly she rushes off stage, followed by the others, en masse. As the others leave, FRED continues. FRED Fred Preston. (ad) Your son. (ad, and in a matter of fact voice) Brown hair. About five foot eight inches tall... [OR the appropriate self- description of the actor playing the part of FRED.] BLACKOUT—END OF INTERSCENE 5/6
Perceptions -- Act II, Scene 3 Lights come up on main stage to give SCOTT’s office the appearance of night, but with just enough light so that movements on stage are easily visible. Outside the window, it is clearly dark. The office door opens quietly and slowly, and DICK sticks his head into the room. He look around carefully, sees that the coast is clear, and being very secretive, slips into the room. With the door shut behind him, he plasters himself against the door and again looks around. Then he goes to the locked file, and with occasional furtive glances, opens the file drawer. Carefully, he pulls out the five files on the subjects and spreads them out on the table. DICK then takes out a small pen light and begins to inspect the outside of the files. DICK (quietly, as if to himself, in effect addressing the files) Shari, Shari, Shari... where are you, Shari? SHARI quickly opens the office door and sticks her head in. She asks in charming innocence: SHARI Someone call my name? DICK Arggggg! SHARI Did I scare you? DICK Of course not. I have a history of cardiac arrest. SHARI Sorry. Then holding onto his arm and laying her head on his shoulder, she asks innocently: SHARI What are you doing? DICK Switching the files. DICK looks at SHARI’s innocent, beaming face. DICK But you already knew that, didn’t you? SHARI Yes. And I love you for what you're doing. DICK smiles and reaches for the file with SHARI’s name. DICK Ah, here’s your file. He takes the name tag off the file. DICK We’ll just remove your name and switch it with... SHARI How about Richard? He seems like he needs the attention. DICK Good idea. Quickly, he switches the names. DICK Richard is now at the top of the list. DICK puts RICHARD’s file on top, and places all five files back into the file drawer. DICK We’ll just put these back into the safe. For safekeeping. Both laugh, as she shuts and locks the file drawer. Suddenly a sound of a key at the office door alerts them. They respond by running into the storeroom. The office door opens and SHELA enters, as secretively as DICK had done. Quickly SHELA moves to the file cabinet, unlocks it, and removes the five files. Whipping out a small light (but nevertheless, slightly brighter light than DICK’s), she immediately starts scanning the top file—which is, of course, RICHARD’s. SHELA quickly scans the information in RICHARD’s file. SHELA This must be the one. Yes, yes, I’m sure of it. Richard, huh? Interesting! The sound of the office door lock being picked startles SHELA. Quickly, she starts for the closet door, remembers the files, rushes back, grabs the files and puts them back into the file drawer. Then she runs for the closet and steps in. The barking sound of a ferocious dog is heard, just as she enters the closet and closes the door. Immediately, the office door opens and ESTHER enters, replacing a hair pin in her hair (which she had used to unlock the door). She slips into the room in the by-now standard, secret fashion, and heads for the files. She pulls the files out and starts though them. She also carries a small flashlight (one which is slightly larger and brighter than SHELA’s). ESTHER Ah ha! Richard is our secret talent! Well, that’s easily fixed. We’ll just switch name tags. (Which she does.) Never let it be said that I don’t know how to make myself look good. At least long enough to get myself a nice, fat, juicy contract. ESTHER smiles to herself and returns the files to the drawer. Then she steps back through the door and exits. SHELA abruptly steps back into the room from the closet. While the closet door is open, there is the barking sound of a ferocious dog. SHELA’s attitude is that of someone who has just barely escaped with her life. She carries an extremely tattered umbrella -- one apparently chewed by a dog. For a moment, she breathes heavily, her back leaning against the closet door, as if to ensure it being closed. Then she swallows hard and rushes back to the file cabinet. After placing the files back on the table, she starts through them again. She glances at the first file. SHELA Richard. Ah well, we already know about him. She sets RICHARD’s file aside, without looking at it. She looks at the next two files and after looking at them, dismisses each one as irrelevant. Then she glances at the fourth file.) SHELA Ann? She discards the file without looking at it, laughing to herself. Then the picks up the fifth file and realizes that there is a “second talent”. Looking up, SHELA muses aloud. SHELA Esther? Never figured her. But this means there's two of them! SHELA gathers the files together and smiles, knowing she has found two talents. As SHELA puts the files back, a sound at the window distracts her. SHELA quickly closes the file and exits through the office door. The window opens and RICHARD slips into the room. RICHARD is trying to be equally secret, but manages to catch a finger on the window as he closes it. RICHARD Argggg! He quickly nurses his finger and bangs on the window with his other hand. RICHARD This damn thing’s dangerous! Then with his slightly larger flashlight, he turns it on the window. RICHARD Who made this menace!? Ha! Just as I suspected: no name. The rip-off artists never leave their calling cards. His rage against the window abating, RICHARD closes the window, and goes to the file drawer. Soon RICHARD also knows who is who. RICHARD Just as I suspected. Esther didn’t fool me for a moment. RICHARD starts to return the files to the drawer, but then a thought occurs to him, and with a big smile, he switches ESTHER’s and FRED’s name tags. RICHARD Can’t have everyone privy to national secrets. Besides, old Fred will love the attention when they think it’s him. Laughing to himself, he replaces the files, closes the file drawer, and heads for the window. He tries to open the window, fails, and again loses his cool. RICHARD Arrgggg! Damn window! A sound from the office door is heard and RICHARD runs for the closet. He enters the closet -- without any sound, barking or otherwise -- just as the office door opens. Immediately GERALDINE slips into the room through the office door. She quickly goes through the same routine, with a large flashlight. Then she looks up in surprise, as she reads one of the files. GERALDINE Amazing! Underneath all Fred’s weirdness is a major talent. And I’m the only one who knows! Quickly she switches name tags. GERALDINE Meanwhile, we’ll just let the rest of them think it’s that little hussy, Ann. Laughing, she replaces the files, closes the drawer, and exits by the office door. Immediately, SPY opens the window and enters. Unlike everyone else, SPY is noisy and clumsy. He moves quickly to the file drawer, opens it, removes all five files, and takes them to the table. He then whips out his light, a large spot light hanging from his belt (complete with a long, bulky and obvious cord coming in from the window). As he turns on the light, the room is flooded with reflected light from the files. SPY quickly puts on sun glasses and goes through the files. Then he turns the light off and smiles to himself. He then returns four files to the drawer, leaves the file drawer open, and keeps the fifth file. Going toward the window, he begins ripping out pages from the file and stuffing the pages into his mouth, thus “eating the notes”. SPY also takes a swig of wine from a small wine pouch slung around his shoulders (SPY is in no hurry). He then exits through the window, continuing to eat the notes, and departs. Lights slowly come up to normal with the lights on the outside of the window also brightening, in order to indicate morning. SCOTT and KELLY enter through the office door. They immediately notice the file drawers open. KELLY Scott!! The files! SCOTT pulls out the four files, counting them. SCOTT Four. One’s missing. KELLY Which one? SCOTT I don’t know. I’ll have to look. SCOTT lays the files on the table and begins to go through them. KELLY looks around the room, her suspicions aroused. KELLY I’ll check the storeroom. While SCOTT looks through the files, KELLY goes to the storeroom and opens the door. She is immediately shocked and steps back. Addressing the residents of the storeroom, she asks: KELLY What are you doing!!? Then, because it is incredibly obvious, she puts her hand to her head and looks away. KELLY Never mind. Don’t answer that. Quietly, she closes the door. SCOTT Who’s in there? KELLY Dick and Shari. SCOTT What are they doing in there? KELLY: I’d rather not say. SCOTT I think I can guess. KELLY Which one is missing? SCOTT tosses the fourth file on his discard pile. SCOTT The only one that counts. KELLY (gesturing to the storeroom) You think they have it? SCOTT It’s a possibility. DICK and SHARI enter from the storeroom, still arranging their clothes. DICK (to SHARI) Why is it you didn’t see her coming? You’re usually very good at that. SHARI I was distracted. Okay? SCOTT Where is it, Dick? DICK Where’s what? SCOTT The file. DICK Which file? SCOTT The one that counts. DICK (gesturing to the four files) It’s right there. Isn't it? KELLY There’s only four files here. One is missing. The one with the strong indications of ESP, is gone. DICK I didn’t take it! SHARI He didn’t! I was with him all the time. SCOTT Then where is it? And what are you doing here? DICK I didn’t take the file!! I came to switch the names on the files so that they’d think it was someone other than Shari. KELLY Are you serious!? SCOTT Maybe he is. SCOTT picks up one file. SCOTT The file with Shari's name is still here. Only it’s not Shari’s. KELLY But if it wasn’t you, who was it? Suddenly, the closet door opens and RICHARD -- scurrying for his life -- enters to the barking sound of the ferocious dog. RICHARD slams the door behind him, to keep the dog inside. Then as the others start at him in amazement, RICHARD gestures to the closet. RICHARD That damn dog of yours is a public menace!! Somebody’s got to do something about him before he kills someone! SCOTT Dog? KELLY What would you suggest? SCOTT What dog? DICK I know who has his bone. RICHARD (to SCOTT) Just what are you going to do about this!? SCOTT What am I going to do? RICHARD Yes! SCOTT looks around the room, an idea forming in his mind. Then he smiles, as if ready to take a new tack, and announces, very dramatically: SCOTT I’m going to get to the bottom of this. DICK joins SCOTT with equally dramatic overkill: DICK Tell me Professor... What do you intend to do? Lights begin to fade. SCOTT First of all, Dr. Watson, I shall call in all the suspects... DICK And then?? SCOTT And then.... I will announce my findings. BLACKOUT—END OF ACT II, SCENE 3 (Scene 6)
Perceptions -- Act II, Inter Scene 6-7 Lights go up on the telephone booth, as they go down on main stage. For a moment, nothing happens. Then an arm sticks out with a pistol in it. The arm shoots the telephone booth. The telephone rings, the booth shudders by rocking back toward stage left. Then the booth tilts back toward stage right, freezes for a moment, rings one last time, and then falls flat on its face, dead (toward stage right). OFF STAGE VOICE (in an obnoxiously cheerful manner) Customer Service. May I help you? (ad) Hello? As the lights fade on the telephone booth, the voice remains disgustingly cheerful. OFF STAGE VOICE Hello?? Is anyone there? BLACKOUT—END OF INTERSCENE 6-7
Perceptions -- Act II, Scene 4 As the lights go up, EVERYONE is on stage with the exception of SPY. SCOTT is center stage and the center of attention. KELLY, DICK and SHARI are behind SCOTT, essentially supporting him. The others are grouped around, all highly suspicious of the circumstances and obviously a bit ill at ease. SCOTT is at his dramatic best. SCOTT All of you are probably wondering why I’ve asked you here, this morning. EVERYONE, except FRED, answers quickly, overlapping one another’s lines. GERALDINE Isn’t it obvious? SHELA No, not really. ESTHER I know why we’re here! ANN I can’t say I’m surprised. DICK Get serious! KELLY You’re kidding. RICHARD It had better be a damn good reason. SHARI Somehow, I have always suspected that someday, you’d call a meeting like this. FRED Professor, why did you call this meeting? SCOTT (to FRED) One of the files is missing! As the others go though varied responses of shock -- real or otherwise -- FRED is surprised and amazed. FRED No!! SCOTT The missing file provides considerable evidence that one of the test subjects possesses significant extrasensory talents. The others fake stunned expressions -- except for FRED, who always has a stunned expression. SCOTT The importance of the missing file cannot be over-emphasized! FRED Who could have done such a thing!? SCOTT Someone in this room! ALL, in approximate unison: SHELA You’re kidding! GERALDINE One of us!!? ESTHER This is outrageous! ANN Well, don’t look at me! RICHARD It wasn’t me! When the initial bedlam has died down, RICHARD adds to his denial. RICHARD I tell you, it wasn’t me! (ala Richard Nixon) I am not a crook!! DICK (aside, to SHARI) Shari, who did it? SHARI (to DICK, with surprise in her voice) I don’t know! DICK You don’t know!!? FRED Well frankly, I’m shocked! To think that one of my fellow colleagues could stoop so low... KELLY The people in this room are the only ones who even knew of the existence of the missing file. It must be obvious, therefore, that someone in this room, took the file! SCOTT And without the file, there is virtually no way in which we can properly identify the person who is able to demonstrate ESP! SHELA What!!? GERALDINE You mean the results are lost!!? RICHARD How could they have allowed this to happen!!? SHELA (to GERALDINE) I’m sure they’re not irretrievably lost! GERALDINE (to SHELA) This is preposterous!! A project’s entire results lost!!?? ESTHER I’ll bet Richard took it! RICHARD WHAT!?? ESTHER Yes! It was Richard! I'm sure of it. RICHARD Slander!! GERALDINE I’m sorry, but I have no alternative! This project is canceled! SHELA (SHELA, stunned, turns to ANN.) But... ! ANN (to SHELA) I didn’t take it!! I sometimes misplace files, but... GERALDINE It’s canceled! That’s final! SHELA Oh, my God! FRED (to SHELA) Yes, my daughter? DICK (to SHARI) Do you know who it is yet? SHARI I don’t think I believe what’s going to happen next! RICHARD HOLD IT!! EVERYONE turns to RICHARD’s new commanding presence. RICHARD I think I’ve heard quite enough! This project has become a serious danger to national security! (with the others still hanging on his every word) Consequently, I am canceling the project, as of now!! GERALDINE You can’t cancel the project! I already have! SHELA Oh, let’s not cancel it. RICHARD whips out his identification and addresses GERALDINE directly. RICHARD On the contrary, the CIA can do anything! Everyone but SHARI is stunned. RICHARD takes advantage of the temporary inability of anyone to respond. RICHARD Fortunately, as a CIA trained operative, I have not been derelict in my duties. Unlike the rest of you, I have conducted a successful investigation. I know who the ESP talent is! FRED Who? RICHARD Ms. Esther Banks. Everyone is stunned, as RICHARD takes ESTHER’s arm. ESTHER Richard! This is so sudden! FRED Well congratulations, Esther. It couldn’t happen to a nicer person. ESTHER (shying away from FRED) Oh, please! GERALDINE HOLD IT!! As everyone else looks amazed at GERALDINE suddenly commanding voice, she turns to RICHARD. GERALDINE The CIA is out of its jurisdiction here! But! The Defense Intelligence Agency is not! With that, she whips out her DIA identification. GERALDINE Nor is the DIA stupid! Esther Banks is not the one! ESTHER What!? GERALDINE As a Defense Intelligence Agent, I happen to know that the true talent is Fred Preston! The others show bewilderment. GERALDINE And I’m taking him with me! GERALDINE puts her arm around FRED, protectively. ESTHER (starting to move toward FRED) Fred is the one!? GERALDINE Don’t even think about trying to stop me! RICHARD (grabbing at ESTHER) Who would want to stop you? FRED Who’s thinking? GERALDINE Just don’t try anything, unless.. (to the others, as if Clint Eastwood) Someone wants to make my day!! SCOTT Who would want to do that? SHELA HOLD IT!! Enough of this! This is not an intelligence matter! KELLY I’ll buy that. SHELA This is a job for the FBI! DICK (to SHARI) She’s kidding! SHARI (despondently) No, she's not. SHELA whips out her FBI identification. SHELA The talents are Esther Banks and Richard Surety. And I’m taking them both in. (to GERALDINE) Along with you and Mr. Preston. GERALDINE Why are you taking us? What's the charge? SHELA Conspiracy! RICHARD Just what makes you think you can arrest the CIA? GERALDINE Or the DIA? SHELA Because, in accordance with standard FBI procedures, I have coordinated this investigation with local law enforcement agencies. SHELA pulls out and blows a whistle -- a prearranged signal. SPY enters through the office door, in a policeman’s uniform -- in response to the prearranged signal. SPY has a large (357 Magnum?) gun drawn and leveled. SHELA Thank you, officer. Now for the rest of you... Any questions? GERALDINE, RICHARD and ESTHER all look at one another, and then at the gun in SPY’s hand. All three appear very matter of fact and casual, as if: “No, now that you mention it, I don’t have a question.” Everyone but FRED, who raises a finger. FRED I have a question: Where are we going? SHELA (drawing her own pistol) With me! Officer! Do your duty!. SPY Yes sir!! Okay people: Let’s move it! Nothing to see here. Move along. SHELA, along with SPY begin ushering GERALDINE and FRED, RICHARD and ESTHER, out the office door. GERALDINE and RICHARD are outraged and protest, while FRED and ESTHER seem pleased in their own particular ways. SPY responds to SHELA’s order and motions to the others, as they all quickly leave the room. As all six people leave and SPY closes the office door behind them, DICK looks at SHARI, with amazement on his face. DICK That was incredible! SHARI (totally dismayed) It’s not over yet. Suddenly, SPY ducks back into the room, locking the door behind him. SHARI knowingly gestures to SPY. SHARI See what I mean? SPY (brandishing the gun and looking directly at ANN) Okay! You’re coming with me! ANN I am? SCOTT May I ask why? As SPY swings his gun around toward SCOTT, ANN suddenly realizes that she wants to go, and moves quickly to join SPY. To SCOTT, she says: ANN Don’t ask. SPY Don’t ask. ANN is at SPY’s side and looking up, lovingly, into his eyes. ANN But you don’t need the gun. I’ll come willingly. SPY You will? ANN Why wouldn’t I? SPY I thought you’d resist! ANN Me? DICK, KELLY and SCOTT Ann? Resist? SPY Aren’t you the one with the talent? ANN I can’t be. SPY Why can’t you? ANN Because I’m an agent for the... (dramatic pause as ANN looks first at the audience, and then at SPY) IRS. SPY So? ANN No one in the IRS has talent. ANN pulls out her IRS identification -- probably from the front of her blouse. She shows the ID to SPY. ANN See? SPY takes one look at the ID, then whips out a small packet of photos—of ANN in compromising situations. SPY But what about these photos? No one in the IRS does this sort of thing. Do they? ANN looks at the photos and becomes progressively more embarrassed and coy. ANN Photos? Of me? (looking at the first one) Oh my! (looks at another) Ohhhh! I’m so embarrassed! (looks at a third) That’s really not my best side. SPY Sorry about the print quality. The lighting was always too dark. ANN I’m sure we can get much better results if you just let me pose for you. Sweetly, ANN takes SPY’s arm and they begin to walk toward the closet door -- blissfully unaware of the others in the room. SPY That would make it easier. SCOTT Excuse me. But just out of curiosity, who do you work for? SPY No one. I’m an independent. Quickly, SPY steps back and hands SCOTT a business card. With an advertising flair. SPY You get better service with an independent agent! ANN I certainly hope so. SPY I also occasionally moonlight as a double agent known as the dreaded “Wandering Star”. Love that name! But my last gig didn’t pay, so I quit. Too bad. And after eating all those notes. He sticks his tongue out. DICK Excuse me, but did you, in your various guises, happen to run across a package of research results? SPY Yup! Trashed them in an acid bath. No pay, no results! SHARI (to DICK) And you were worried! DICK grins sheepishly. ANN So, “Wandering Star”, what do you say we... wander!!? SPY Fine with me. He gestures toward the closet door. SPY Want to take the scenic route? ANN Absolutely! Together, ANN and SPY exit, arm in arm, closing the closet door behind them. KELLY Careful of the dog! SCOTT What dog!!? KELLY merely shrugs her shoulders. DICK (to SHARI) You saw all that coming!? SHARI Yes. DICK That must have been hell! SHARI shrugs her shoulders. Then turns to KELLY. SHARI What now? KELLY I guess the project’s over. DICK It is? KELLY Yes. It’s been a complete failure. Then she gives DICK a knowing wink. KELLY But through no fault of yours. I’m sure your father will understand. DICK Maybe. SHARI (taking DICK’s arm) On the other hand, Dick is not going to need any more excuses. DICK I’m not? SHARI No. DICK You mean... (swallowing hard) ...graduate!? As SHARI smiles and shakes her head yes, DICK swallows again. Then chagrined, he looks at KELLY and SCOTT. Profoundly, he notes: DICK Knowing one’s future is not always good news! SHARI (giving DICK a hug) Don’t worry. I’ll be there. Together SHARI and DICK exit through the office door, their arms about each other. SCOTT and KELLY look at each other, not quite sure of what to do next. SCOTT What will you do now... with the project over? KELLY Start a new one, I guess. Then she looks at SCOTT with more confidence. KELLY I’ve always been interested in doing a comparative analysis of male-female physical relationships on the planets Earth and Mars. SCOTT What a coincidence!! I’ve always wanted to go to Mars. KELLY So have I. SCOTT Why don’t we do a joint project? KELLY We could start by writing a proposal together. SCOTT Of course, we’d want to do some preliminary studies first. KELLY Absolutely! SCOTT and KELLY kiss, gently at first, and then more passionately. The lights begin to go down, except for a spot light on the windmill. As SCOTT and KELLY kiss with increasing passion, the windmill begins rotating at every increasing speeds. All lights go down, with the momentary exception of the spot on the windmill, still rotating rapidly. BLACKOUT—END OF ACT II, SCENE 4 (Scene 7)
END OF PLAY
Act II, Scene 2 -- Misdirections Or forward to: What Now? Short Cut to Fictional Works
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