SETTING:

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


the room.

Slovenko:

So… uh why am I here?

Jean:

That is a good question. Why are you here?



How about you tell me.

Slovenko:

Well, I’m a murderer. I killed my





family. I’m dangerous, to myself and




society.

Jean:

Really? That’s quite interesting





because there is no evidence indicating you



killed your family.

Slovenko:

I swear to God, I’m a murderer. You have to



take me away.

Jean:

Then what did you do? How did you kill your



family? Tell me what you remember.

Slovenko:

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)


Son:


You never get me dad! You never understood



me!

Slovenko:

In the morning I see you cutting heads off,



and in the afternoon, I see blowing brains



out.

Son:


I hate you dad! You never ever supported me!

(His son exits into the shadows)

Jean:

That quite interesting, go on.

Slovenko:

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.


(Wife appears)

Wife:

You low-life git. To think that I married



you! You’re a pig and slob. You never took



responsibilities!

Slovenko:

I’m so, so sorry!

(Then she fades away)

Jean:

That was even more so interesting. So then



what happened?

Slovenko:

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.

Jean:

Well you see. There is no evidence of you



killing your family.

Slovenko:

I did kill them. I remember their blood on



my hands!

Jean:

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.

Slovenko:

No, I belong in prison!

Jean:

You’re here because you have disambiguation.


AKA spit personality.

Slovenko:

That’s not true. I’m just a killer.

Jean:

No, you’re just mental. The truth is… I



don’t exist.

Narrator:

And Jean walks out and Slovenko finds




himself alone in a room wearing a straight



jacket.