BRIEF SYNOPSIS: A
young couple shows up unexpectedly at a friend’s house with a bag of jewelry they have
stolen – or have they?
SETTING: An apartment
in the city
CHARACTERS: 2 men and
1 woman in their late 20s
ALFRED & KRISTI, a
couple
JEREMY, their friend
SCENE: Lights up on an
apartment interior. JEREMY is seated in an arm chair, reading a book. Loud
knocking. JEREMY gets up, goes off stage right, opens front door. ALFRED and
KRISTI enter quickly, out of breath. JEREMY follows. ALFRED is carrying a small
sack, which he drops on the sofa.
JEREMY: Hey, guys. What’s going on?
KRISTI: We need a place to hide out.
JEREMY: Hide out from what?
KRISTI: From the police. Just in case somebody called them.
ALFRED: Which I’m sure they didn’t.
JEREMY: What did you do, rob a bank?
ALFRED: Not exactly, Jer. We stole some stuff.
JEREMY: What kind of stuff?
ALFRED: A few trinkets.
KRISTI: Geegaws.
ALFRED: Bijoux.
JEREMY: Jewelry? You stole jewelry? Yeah, right.
ALFRED: Right.
KRISTI: Yeah, right.
JEREMY: [incredulous
and playing along] Just like Bonnie and Clyde, huh?
ALFRED: That’s right. And now we’re thirsty.
KRISTI: Yeah, robbery gives you a great thirst.
JEREMY: How about a coupla beers?
ALFRED: Sounds good.
JEREMY exits stage
left. ALFRED and KRISTI sit on the sofa side by side and look at the stuff in
the sack. JEREMY enters with the beer.
JEREMY: [still
incredulous and playing along as he hands round the bottles of beer] So
what was it, a smash-and-grab?
ALFRED: Not exactly. We’ve got more style than that.
KRISTI: More like Angelina and Brad.
ALFRED: [laughing and starting to relax] It was sweet.
JEREMY: Do tell.
ALFRED: Well, we’ve been planning it for a while, and –
KRISTI: Let me tell it, Alf.
ALFRED: Okay, Kris. You tell it. [Takes a swig from his bottle of beer]
KRISTI: First, we “cased the joint,” as they say, for about
a month.
JEREMY: Of course. I’d expect no less from a couple of pros.
KRISTI: Are you being facetious?
JEREMY: Please continue.
KRISTI: Well, we went in about once a week looking at
engagement rings.
JEREMY: Are you guys getting married?
ALFRED: Shut up, Jeremy. Just listen, will ya?
JEREMY: Sorry.
KRISTI: As I was saying, we went in about once a week, pretending to be looking for an
engagement ring. And I didn’t like anything I saw. I was pretending to be
really hard to please.
ALFRED: Which didn’t take much pretending.
KRISTI: [laughs]
True. I have very high standards, as you both know. In any case, they had some
really fine stones, but I put on this act, you know, like none of them was good
enough for me, like I was a real stuck-up bitch who had to have the best diamond
money could buy, money being no impediment, you see.
JEREMY: I get the picture.
KRISTI: Good. Well, we went in week after week like I said
and we always had the same sales clerk. We got to know him pretty well, you
see, on account of we refused to be served by anybody else.
ALFRED: [beaming]
That was Kristi’s idea. Pretty sharp. huh?
JEREMY: Yup, pretty damn sharp. I’ve got to hand it to you, Kristi,
you are one sharp operator.
KRISTI: I don’t like your tone. You’re being facetious
again.
JEREMY: Sorry. Please tell me the rest.
KRISTI: [sulkily]
No. I won’t say another word.
ALFRED: Ah, c’mon, honey. Jeremy didn’t mean anything.
KRISTI: The hell he didn’t. He’s never thought I was very
smart.
ALFRED: Okay, then, I’ll tell it.
KRISTI: If you do then I’m leaving. [gets up, grabs the sack and starts to exit]
ALFRED: Hey! Where are you going with the loot, honey?
KRISTI: I’ll find another place to lay low.
ALFRED: [getting up
quickly and grabbing hold of the sack] Not with this you don’t.
KRISTI: I have as much right to it as you do. Maybe more. I
was the one who got Mitch to play along, wasn’t I?
JEREMY: Who’s Mitch?
ALFRED: [still holding
onto the sack] Maybe so, but I took plenty of risks at my end, so we split
it 50-50, right here and now, and then you can go wherever you like.
[ALFRED and KRISTI both
pull at the sack and the contents fall to the floor. All three stand staring
down at the jewels for a beat.
JEREMY: My God, you really did steal some jewels.
[ALFRED and KRISTI
ignore JEREMY as they divide up the “loot”and put it into their pockets. JEREMY
paces in agitation and drinks his beer.
ALFRED: Okay, that should settle it.
KRISTI: I think you got a little more than I did, sweetie.
ALFRED: I think you’re wrong about that. It was fair, fair
and square. Do you want to do it again?
KRISTI: Yeah. Show me what you’ve got.
ALFRED: You mean you don’t trust me? You really don’t trust
me? Tell me you don’t trust me. Just tell me straight out that you don’t trust
me and we’ll do it over again.
KRISTI: I don’t trust you.
ALFRED: I can’t believe it. After all we’ve been through. I
just can’t believe it.
JEREMY: Uh, guys, I hate to interrupt but I think you should
leave right away, before the police find you.
ALFRED: Why should they find us here? Why would they look for
us here, in this particular neighborhood, at this particular address?
JEREMY: I don’t know, but someone might have spotted you
coming in.
ALFRED: So? What of it? We weren’t followed. We got away
clean.
JEREMY: How can you be sure?
ALFRED: I’m sure.
JEREMY: Well, I’m not. And I’m just not comfortable with
this whole situation, Alf. Please try to
understand.
KRISTI: He’s not comfortable, so let’s go. Let’s get the
hell out of here. I didn’t want to come here in the first place, and I sure as
hell don’t want to stay of he’s not comfortable.
ALFRED: Where are we going to go?
KRISTI: I dunno, but I want to go somewhere else.
JEREMY: I’d appreciate it. I really don’t want to get mixed
up in this and, like I said, someone may have seen you coming in.
ALFRED: Okay, we’ll go, but I think we should wait until
it’s dark.
KRISTI: It is dark.
ALFRED: Not dark enough.
JEREMY: How dark does it have to be? What, do you want the
city to turn off the street lights?
ALFRED: Could you arrange that?
JEREMY: [facetiously]
Yeah, sure, just let me make a phone all.
ALFRED: Ha ha. Well, then we’ll need to change our clothes.
JEREMY: Are you serious?
ALFRED: Do you have something I could wear? An old jacket
maybe or a sweatshirt with a hood.
JEREMY: I guess you’re serious. Okay, fine, I find you
something.
KRISTI: What about me?
ALFRED: Yeah, what about her?
JEREMY: Okay, I’ll find something for her too. Something
girlie that one of my girlfriends left here. [He exits, stage left]
KRISTI: Jeremy’s turned into a jerk.
ALFRED: He’s really okay. Don’t sweat it.
KRISTI: I’m sorry,
Alf.
ALFRED: Yeah, well . . .
KRISTI: I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I know you’d never try
to cheat me.
[They embrace, kiss,
get sexually excited.
KRISTI: I wonder what’s taking Jeremy so long?
ALFRED: Yeah, I don’t like this. Maybe he’s calling the
cops.
KRISTI: You think he’d do that?
ALFRED: [with a
chuckle] I wouldn’t put it past him.
[They kiss again.
ALFRED: I never thought playing the part of a jewel thief
could get me so excited.
KRISTI: Me neither. It beats staying home and watching a
movie.
ALFRED: Yup. C’mon. Let’s get outta here.
KRISTI: Where are we going?
ALFRED: To the nearest hotel.
[They exit stage right
in a hurry, slamming the front door closed as JEREMY enters with an armful of
old clothes.
JEREMY: Here you go, guys. [looks around] Guys? They’re gone. Gone for good, I hope. That’s a
relief. [shrugs] Well, I might as
well take these to Goodwill. [drops the
old clothes in a pile on the floor] First thing tomorrow. But right now I
think I’ll have a good strong drink.
[JEREMY exits stage
left. Lights come down to BLACKOUT.