Friday, November 30, 2012

November People's Choice Award

The people have spoken... This month's People's Choice Award goes to Kevin Crust for his original short play, Waiting for Kafka, presented as a staged reading at the PlayGround-LA Monday Night PlayGround November 12 performance at the Zephyr Theatre. Congratulations, Kevin!

Courtesy of Mr. Crust, we're pleased to share the first two pages from the award-winning script. Enjoy!


WAITING FOR KAFKA
by Kevin Crust

HOMER - ER desk clerk, 40+ male. Any race.
OFFICER BOBBY GERICAULT - Police officer, 20s. Any race.
MRS. HARRINGTON - Middle-aged female, 40s-60. Any race.
DR. TURNER - Staff psychiatrist, 35+. Any race.
PATIENTS/FAMILY MEMBERS - Various

(An urban emergency room waiting area. It’s controlled
chaos. SIRENS are heard in the distance. HOMER, a clerk,
mans the admissions desk, helping a PATIENT and
juggling the phones, which RING constantly. The room is
full of PATIENTS and FAMILY MEMBERS. A uniformed
cop, OFFICER GERICAULT, stands by.
Amid the hub-bub, MRS. HARRINGTON sits, somewhat
impatiently. A shoe-box rests on her lap.)

HOMER
(On phone) County General, please hold.
(Presses button) County General, please hold.
(Presses button) County General, please hold.
(Presses button. Takes a breath before answering the next call.)
Admitting, this is Homer. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-uh. No, ma’am. I’m sorry. We’re
slammed. It’s a full moon, which you can’t see because of the storm. Yes, ma’am. Look
outside if you don’t believe me. No, ma’am. I can’t hold while you do that. It’s your call.
If you think your son really swallowed a thousand bee-bees, then you should probably
bring him in. Yes, ma’am. You’re welcome. (Homer hangs up the phone. He looks at it incredibly for a moment. There’s a lull.)

HOMER
Next!

Mrs. Harrington brings her shoe-box to the desk.

Good evening, ma’am. Patient’s name?

MRS. HARRINGTON
Frank. Frank Harrington.

HOMER
Relationship to the patient?

MRS. HARRINGTON
I’m his wife.

HOMER
What seems to be the problem with Frank?

MRS. HARRINGTON
He’s … he’s … I’m not really sure how to … (She begins to get emotional)

HOMER
It’s okay, ma’am. Take your time. (Looking around) Where is your husband?

MRS. HARRINGTON
(Fighting back tears) In the box.

HOMER
In the …? Oh. Ohhh. I’m sorry. When did he pass?

MRS. HARRINGTON
(Recovering) He’s not dead.

HOMER
He’s not. (A terrifying realization) Eeeesh. What … part of him is in the box, ma’am?

MRS. HARRINGTON
(Confused) All of him.


HOMER
(Homer looks toward Officer Gericault.) Bobby? Can you come over here a minute? (Officer Gericault joins them at the desk.) Ma’am. Mrs. Harrington. This is Officer Gericault.

GERICAULT
Ma’am. What’s going on?

MRS. HARRINGTON
I don’t understand.

HOMER
Mrs. Harrington says her husband is in the box. All of him.

GERICAULT
Did you look?

Homer shakes his head.

GERICAULT
(To Mrs. Harrington) May I?

Mrs. Harrington carefully opens the box. Gericault leans in.
Homer isn’t sure he wants to see.

GERICAULT
All I see is a large insect.

Homer now looks.

HOMER
You brought a cockroach into my E.R.?

MRS. HARRINGTON
That’s not a … well, it is … but … it’s my Frank. He’s changed.

Homer and Gericault exchange looks.

HOMER
Uh-huh. Excuse me. (He picks up the phone)
Yes, Ariel? It’s Homer in the E.R. I need a psyche consult. Stat.

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