SCRIPTS
Werwolf
Topic: Drug Addiction
Message: Drug addiction is a monster which robs one of
one’s humanity.
Characters: Kati and Max
Kati: Hi, Max. Sorry, I was expecting you later…
Max: I was impatient to see
you…
Kati: Oh, Max! (Hugs him)
Max: Can I have something to
drink?
Kati: Sure. Pepsi?
Sprite? Water?
Max: Doesn’t matter.
Kati: I’ll bring you orange
juice.
Kati leaves, Max quickly begins searching in
drawers and cupboards. When he hears
Kati returning, he hastily sits back on the sofa.
Kati: Here you are.
Max: I’m so thirsty.
Kati: Are you hungry?
Max: No, I am fine.
Kati: Look! (Swirls around to show off her dress) Do you like it?
Max: Yep.
Kati: I’ll be ready in 5
minutes, ok?
Max: Wait.
Kati: What?
Max: You know what…?
Kati: What Max?
Max: Kati, I don’t feel like
going to this party…
Kati: Why?
Max: I’m not feeling so good.
Kati: Yeah, I noticed. You’re usually so happy. What’s wrong, Max?
Max: I need money.
Kati: Money?
Max: Yeah, 200 bucks.
Kati: 200 bucks?! I don’t have it, Max.
Max: Sure you do. In the buffet, the box on the left.
Kati: Max, it’s not mine. It belongs to Tanya, my roommate.
Max: (Gruffly) Give me
the money.
Kati: What is going ON, Max?
Max: Now!
Kati: Max, you are making me
scared. I’ve never seen you like this.
Max: I told you NOW!
Kati: Max, please, don’t do
this! I am afraid! What’s happened to you? Are you drunk? Are you on drugs? Tell me, Max!
Max: I need a fix. Now.
Kati: Max, you take drugs!
Max: Shut up!
Kati: Now I understand why you seemed
so happy!
Max: I’ll kill you.
Kati: No! Max!
Max begins to struggle with her.
FREEZE—DISCUSSION—UNFREEZE!!!
Kati: Now I understand why you
were so happy!
Max: I’ll kill you.
Kati: No! Max!
Max begins
to struggle with her. They fall down,
she hits her head and is knocked unconscious.
Max hastily goes for the money, and before taking it looks at Kati. She is motionless.
Max: Kati! KATI!
He
approaches her, and shakes her.
Max: Please, wake up! Can you hear me? Kati!
Oh, what have I done… Kati…!
He puts
his head in his hands and sobs. Then,
coming to himself, in quiet resolve, he picks up a phone and dials.
Max: She’s dead. I just killed Kati. Churchill
Road, 11.
Name is Max Luesher. Who am
I? I am… I am her friend…and her killer…
Kati begins to stir and moan.
Max: Kati?
Kati: (Still drowsy) Who
are you?
Max: I am Max… the man who
loves you…
O Sole Mio!
Topic: Inter-ethnic Marriage
Message: Give inter-ethnic marriage a chance.
Characters: Mother, Father and Daughter
Setting: Living room (Props:
knitting needles, fishing equipment, suitcase, telephone)
Mother and Father are in the sitting
room. Motehr is knitting and Father is
repairing some fishing equipment. The
phone rings and Mother picks it up.
Mothr: Hello? Yes, the plane has landed. She’s on her way home. Well, looks like she’s made friends with
someone. But…you know her character, she
is so explosive, can never keep a friendship for more than three days. Maybe this time it’ll work out. I’ll call you back later. Bye!
Fathr: Would be great to
have an Italian son-in-law. Italians are
good fishermen.
Mothr: I want a grandchild
so much! A granddaughter or a
grandson. I want to hold him, play with
him, rock him in my arms…
Fathr: I can just see
it: There I am fishing, and throwing a
spin, and suddenly I see something…what is it?
Not a fish….but a …gondola! And
who is sitting in it but our daughter, together with Guiseppe.
Mothr: What Guiseppe?
Fathr: Okay, maybe
Giovanni…or Luchano…or Pavarotti. (Starts
singing a Neapolitan song)
Mothr: Oh, stop your
foolishness. You know her
character—three days, and it’s over.
Fathr: You’re right,
you’re right… She got it from you.
There’s the sound of a key in the lock
and then a young lady with a suitcase enters.
Daught: Mom, Dad! I’m back!
Mother hugs her and then Father hugs her singing: “O
sole mio!”
Mothr: Well, Dear, DO sit
down! Tell us everything!
Daught: What should I tell?
Fathr: Everything!
Daught: Well, the sun was
wonderful…
Fathr: Oh... the
sun! And…?
Daught: The sand was dazzling!
Mothr: Oh… the sand! And what…?
Daught: The food was out of
this world! Lasagna, pizza, spaghetti!
Fathr: Spaghetti! And…?
Daught: The hotel was
wonderful! A five star…they change
sheets every day, the bed is warmed, a chocolate bar is laid on the bed…
classical music in the toilet.
Mothr & Fathr: In the toilet! AND…?
Daught: Okay, okay, I’ll tell
you. Yes, I’ve met someone. A VERY special someone.
Mothr: Tell us, do tell us
about him!
Daught: He is such a
dear! So nice, so clever, so kind, intelligent,
loving, romantic…
Fathr: Intelligent…!
Mothr: Romantic…! And what is his name?
Daught: Ahmet.
Fathr: What kind of
Italian name is that? What’s his last
name?
Daught: Suleimani.
Fathr: What?! Albanian?
Where is he from?
Daught: He lives in Scopie.
Fathr: What?! You made friends with an Albanian guy from
our city in Italy?
Mothr: Are you crazy? You go all the way to Italy, stay for 3 weeks
and can’t pick up an Italian? Got some
Albanian from Macedonia!
Daught: Mom, but I love
him! For the first time in my life, I’ve
met a man I love—really and truly! I
want to marry him.
Mothr: What?!
Daught: I—WANT—TO—MARRY—HIM!!!
Fathr: (Rising,
threatening) You will NOT marry this
Albanian!
Daught: (Rising to face
him) Father, I WILL marry him!
Fathr: Get out of my
house!
FREEZE—DISCUSSION—UNFREEZE!!!
Fathr: (Rising,
threatening) You will NOT marry this
Albanian!
Daught: (Rising to face
him) Father, I WILL marry him!
Fathr: Get out of my
house!
Daught: (Takes his raised
hand and pulls it down) Oh Daddy, I
love him.
Fathr: (Touched,
relenting a little, but still sulky)
You love HIM, but you don’t love your parents. (He pulls his hand away)
Mothr: What are we doing
here? It’s not right. We should talk!
Daught: Mom, Dad! For three weeks we were like one soul, like
one heart. Please, give him a
chance. At least meet him, get to know
him.
Motehr comes and puts her arms around her
and all are standing with their heads down in silence.
Mothr: (To Father) Come, Dear…what do you say?
Long pause as Father still looks
down. Then he raises his head, and asks
with a rueful smile:
Fathr: Does he like
fishing?
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