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Who Are You?
A small sparsely decorated room with a table
and two chairs. At rise we see two men
seated at the table. The lighting is stark
and from above. There is a ghostly pall over
So… uh why am I here?
That is a good question. Why are you here?
How about you tell me.
Well, I’m a murderer. I killed my
family. I’m dangerous, to myself and
Really? That’s quite interesting
because there is no evidence indicating you
killed your family.
I swear to God, I’m a murderer. You have to
take me away.
Then what did you do? How did you kill your
family? Tell me what you remember.
I came home from work, and there is see my
son playing that d*mn PS3. He was playing
some Kill Zone s***.
(Then Slovenko’s son steps forward and is revealed from the darkness)
You never get me dad! You never understood
In the morning I see you cutting heads off,
and in the afternoon, I see blowing brains
I hate you dad! You never ever supported me!
(His son exits into the shadows)
That quite interesting, go on.
I was p*ssed, and I went to my wife. There
she began to rant how I’m never home, and
how I never do any freaking work.
You low-life git. To think that I married
you! You’re a pig and slob. You never took
I’m so, so sorry!
(Then she fades away)
That was even more so interesting. So then
Well, something just vexed me really badly
and I killed them. I remember beating my son
death with his PS3. And I remember
hacking at my wife with a butcher knife.
Well you see. There is no evidence of you
killing your family.
I did kill them. I remember their blood on
Now listen. You say you claim you killed
your family but there is no evidence.
Actually you have no record of even having a
family. The truth is you’re in an asylum for
the mentally deranged.
No, I belong in prison!
You’re here because you have disambiguation.
AKA spit personality.
That’s not true. I’m just a killer.
No, you’re just mental. The truth is… I
And Jean walks out and Slovenko finds
himself alone in a room wearing a straight