31 Plays in 31 Days - Noir Story
Noir Story
Erica, a tall drink of water in a short skirt, sits on a desk in a
darkened private detective’s office late at night. She is lit only by a blue streetlight that
comes through the open blinds on a window and her cigarette. Suddenly a door opens. Bright, hot yellow light streams in. Delilah,
in a rain soaked trench coat, stands silhouetted in the doorframe.
Delilah Get
out.
Erica Keep
your voice down. You’ll wake the neighbors.
Delilah What
do you know about my neighbors?
Erica The dentist and the mob
accountant? Only that they’d be happy to
see the back of you.
Delilah I know how they feel. Speaking of
which, why don’t you do me a favor and get the hell out.
Erica I’ve got a bit of information for
you and after you hear it you’ll wanna kiss and make-up.
Delilah Erica, sweet heart, I’ve had more
tempting offers from speeding bullets.
Erica There was a time I’d come calling
and you couldn’t keep your hands off me.
Delilah There was a time you’d come calling
and I wouldn’t find a knife in my back when you left.
Erica Honest, Delilah, I only came here
to help.
Delilah And what’s it gonna cost me?
Erica Nothin’ honey. I’ll just say my piece and go.
Delilah Alright, spill it.
Erica Donny’s the one that killed
Reggie out at the peer, but he kept the gun for sentimental reasons.
Delilah How do you know?
Erica He told me, and I saw the
gun.
Delilah Oh, Erica! This is great! You’ve just busted my case wide open
Delilah enters the room, slamming the door behind her as she does. The room goes dark. Suddenly, a gunshot and a flash. The lights turn on. Delilah is dead on the floor, shot in the
back. Erica stands at the light switch.
Donny stands in the corner where it was once dark with the gun.
Erica See,
I told you it would be easy.
End of Play.
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