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Synopsis
Fate. None of us escape it, but some of us believe it can be changed. It is a strange week in a 1920s village in Southern Louisiana. A grave has been robbed of a piece of jewelry. The missing item entices both a handsome reward and the endowment of a magical ability. Tangled Up in Red is a slow-building, eight-legged, couch-tipping, shovel-chucking, slapstick-horror play.
Will the people come together in harmony? Or will a river that divides a town give them license for betrayal?
75 minutes, 2 Acts, Stage
Writer Statement
When writing Tangled Up In Red, I wanted to fuse together the comedic
potential of slapstick and dramatic irony, while still allowing room
for the horror themes of dark atmospheres, the macabre, and possession.
To me this work is reminiscent of classics from my childhood like Scooby
Doo and The Goonies, but targeted for adults. Careful observers will
find an abundance of historical references akin to a Forrest Gump
style narrative and fans of Bob Dylan will have plenty of Easter
eggs as well, whom the title is named for in homage.
Script Sample
This excerpt pulled from stage reading hosted by Dantheatre Ensemble in February 2025. Two scenes.
Act I - Scene 2
Discount Octopus
INT. A SCIENCE LAB IN SOUTHERN LOUISIANA – SUMMER 1925.
(There is a taxidermy owl near the entrance.
Near a desk there are scientific drawings of
insects on an easel.)
JOHNNY
Dr. Erik? Got your delivery.
ERIK
Yes, come in, good morning, Jonathan.
JOHNNY
Let me get this crate untied. I have three yellow snappers
and some shrimp for you.
ERIK
Is that all?
JOHNNY
And a discount octopus! 8 legs for the price of 2!
ERIK
That’s wonderful. Speaking of, come look at this specimen.
You see this spider wrapping its prey? Soon it will be
immobile. Can you fathom if something so durable were taken
to the scale of man?
JOHNNY
I’m fine with that being the fly’s problem. I’d hate to be
tied down like that.
(JOHNNY wraps the rope from the crate into a
loop around his arm.)
ERIK
Give me a moment to put these away. I will have your
payment. Is it 20? 25?
JOHNNY
25 if you don’t mind. I’m a little short on rent.
ERIK
I suppose you’ll join the search to get the reward then.
JOHNNY
Reward?
ERIK
You joker! Everyone has been talking about it. The grave
that was robbed. There’s a reward for whoever finds the
stolen ring.
JOHNNY
I had no idea!
ERIK
Yes, well if you find any ghostly adornments in the bayou,
don’t forget to knock on the chapel door this Saturday at
midnight. A compensation much more than 25, I’ll say! About
five hundred-fold. I’ll be back shortly.
(As ERIK briefly exits to another room
JOHNNY paces in front of the stuffed owl.)
JOHNNY
Saturday. Only a few days from now. Where does one look for
something like that? I’m no jewel hunter. But I don’t have
many options, do I. Who would rob a grave? Who, um, would…
Whooo… Whooo…
ERIK
If you like that owl, come here. Look out the window toward
the house across the way. You see on the river, the little
island just before it?
JOHNNY
Yes, I see it.
ERIK
That nest is the offspring of the offspring of the bird you
were, um, confiding in just now. It is a wonder to me. They
make their home here. As if they know their ancestor is
near and wait to reclaim him. Anyway, here’s 30. Bring more
crustaceans next time.
JOHNNY
You are kind. Thank you.
(JOHNNY Exits. ERIK looks out the window.)
ERIK
What is this? Do you invite my eyes again?
(ERIK exits the lab holding the binoculars
and sits on the PERCH. On stage, the PERCH
looms intrusively over PENNY’s living room.
It represents ERIK’s partial view into
PENNY’s home. It persists while the scene
changes from ERIK’s lab to PENNY’s house.)
ERIK
Do you dance about that small view for me? Your movements
color the canvas yet I only see a mere corner. I am anxious
for each glance. Oh, how your flickering image tangles my
thoughts.
(End Scene.)
Act I - Scene 3
Destin la Vue
INT. PENNY’S HOUSE – LATE MORNING.
(From the PERCH, ERIK watches IRIS whenever
she crosses into the living room to clean.
Away from the living room window, PENNY’s
house extends to a kitchen and dining area
beyond ERIK’s view. PENNY is reading books
at the dining table. ERIK cannot hear PENNY
or IRIS from the PERCH, nor can they hear
him.)
ERIK
Why would science study any other creature?
IRIS
I am sweating like a horse.
PENNY
Thank you for opening the window, Iris, the light is
helping.
ERIK
Will you, someday, meet me at our island between? Or must I
find the courage and cross over? Could we become birds?
Soaring in secret silence under a rising moon?
IRIS
Another spider. To the sink with you!
(IRIS scoops up the spider and carries it
beyond ERIK’s view.)
ERIK
Ah to be that little creature, whose web is destroyed and
rebuilt daily, but at the gain of endless chances to see
you completely.
(The spider bites IRIS.)
IRIS
Ouch!
ERIK
With what gentleness you usher him aside.
IRIS
Foul Pest! Die!
(IRIS stomps on the spider.)
ERIK
Does he too bide himself for weeks to make himself known?
(IRIS moves near the living room window
again.)
IRIS
And I don’t take a gift for granted, but the sun really
cooks me up under this wig. Starts feeling like I got a
critter on me. You know that creepy feeling?
PENNY
Give it time. You’ll get used to the heat.
ERIK
Or could your hair be a crimson torch to ignite my nights?
A light which warms me greater than the sun itself as it
shines upon my very soul like-
(JOHNNY knocks from off stage.)
JOHNNY (O.S)
Mrs. Le Sueur? Delivery.
PENNY
Just a moment!
I know you still want to keep things quiet, but some day
you’ll want to meet someone new. This young man has always
been polite to me, and he’s kind of cute too.
IRIS
Thanks Penny, but I’m looking for peace, not love.
(IRIS closes the window shutters and exits.)
ERIK
And my vision leaves me. What purpose for my eyes now? What
else transpires in that house? I will wonder as I study
lesser things.
(ERIK dismounts the PERCH and exits.)
PENNY
Come in. Hello!
JOHNNY
Good morning. Sorry about my wet shoes here.
PENNY
That’s no problem. That looks like 3 lengths of rope. I owe
15?
JOHNNY
It’s a little shy of 3 lengths. Just 10 is ok.
PENNY
Thank you, Jonathan. I have it right here for you. Say,
would you have time for tea today?
JOHNNY
Sure, you’re my last delivery. I’d like that.
PENNY
Have a seat. I’ve got something to show you.
(PENNY begins rummaging through piles of
fabric in the background.)
JOHNNY
“Ancient Legends of the Far East?” Hmm. “Moon God… Destin
la Vue?” What are you reading here?
PENNY
Destiny’s Vision. It’s a mystical object! Do you believe in
mystical objects?
JOHNNY
I believe in mystical objections.
“Binding heart to …something… verte
Signet? Séance? Smudge? ripped page…”
It’s hard to follow this!
(PENNY is suddenly behind JOHNNY holding a
marionette.)
PENNY
Look!
JOHNNY
Bah!
PENNY
I added a little bow tie. Cute, right?
JOHNNY
Wow you’ve really made his face look real now. He’ll be
quite the showman in the right hands. Where’d you get this
book? It looks new. I mean, old, but new to you right?
PENNY
I’ve had it for a short while. You know, people come to get
a coat fixed and things fall out of the pockets. You’d be
surprised what gets forgotten. Here, look at this one.
JOHNNY
“Property of Pierre Gillet de le Mamelon. Destroy if found.”
Seems to be an old journal.
PENNY
And guess what else. Do you recognize the name?
JOHNNY
I never met the guy, no.
PENNY
The reward. These books belonged to the dead man who was
robbed at the cemetery near Delacroix. There are some eerie
things here. I feel like I’m supposed to piece something
together.
(JOHNNY flips to a random page of Pierre’s
Journal.)
JOHNNY
“1821 June 4 - Today I learned the eye on my hand can be
used for more than rescuing a little girl caught in a
hunter’s trap. I was called ‘the boy who could find the
lost’, but now I can be ‘the finder of kisses’. I told
Jean-Raul he should talk to the girl he likes. He was so
scared. It was funny to watch, but I bet my life it will
work every time.”
PENNY
I’ve been thinking. Maybe you could look them over and tell
me how they strike you. It might even help us get that
reward. We could split it.
JOHNNY
Why me? I’m no detective.
PENNY
Let’s just say it’s awful hard to trust people these days.
Surely, you’ve been looking for it too, right?
JOHNNY
Just heard about it this morning. Right now, I have next to
nothing, so I have next to nothing to lose. I’ll give it a
try. Be back soon.
PENNY
Till then.
(End Scene.)
Synopsis
On the day before Thanksgiving, a man and woman find themselves trapped
in a skywalk over a metropolitan area. As they grapple with their own life stressors,
their patience with the situation and each other quickly spirals into confrontation.
Will they discover something to be thankful for?
30 minutes, 1 Act, Stage
Writer Statement
For Truth on a Bridge, I wanted to capture the family tensions we come
to associate with Thanksgiving, but cast them in the trapped-in-a-room archetype,
in order to grapple with our preconceived notions of one another.
It is grounded in simplicity, and faintly echoes Sartre's 'No Exit'.
Script Sample
LONNA
Hold it! Hooold it! Hoooold the door!
DAVID
(To his phone.)
Because I need more time. I can’t be in two
places. You know this. Can we just cooperate
please?
LONNA
Hands full here, big guy! Door! Hold!
(DAVID and LONNA move past one another and
each gives the other a disapproving look.
The door closes. LONNA pauses, kicks the
door, puts a bag down, and tries to open
it but fails.)
DAVID
That’s exactly right. This IS about letting
him down. I understand that. I understand that.
(Pulls phone away from his ear and looks at
LONNA for sympathy, then shrugs and talks
into the air.)
I understand that. I understand that.
(Puts his phone back to his ear.)
Hello? Helloooo? Jamie? Ugh.
LONNA
Hung up on you huh? I don’t blame them.
DAVID
Excuse me?
LONNA
Your little conversation. That’s what you get
for not paying attention to other people.
DAVID
If you must know, my signal dropped. Shouldn’t
you be off to your private yacht instead of
harassing the proletariat?
LONNA
I’d love to but… The-Door. Is-Locked.
DAVID
You have to turn the handle. But thank you for
yelling in the background during my
life-altering phone call.
Hey, this door is locked.
LONNA
Tadaaaa!
DAVID
Well, I guess you’ll have to take the loot
from your therapy shopping the long way.
Good Luck.
LONNA
(Whispering.)
That side’s locked too.
DAVID
Damnit! This side is locked too!
LONNA
Ahoy! Welcome aboard. Toot toot.
Synopsis
The year is 2636. The moon has split into two pieces.
Part of it will crash into Earth, which will end most life
on the planet. The global economy and climate are in turmoil.
Many earth inhabitants have left in attempt to colonize
new planets. Others are using the remaining years before
it falls to fortify the chances of survival for whatever
life gets left behind. We follow an episode of two brothers,
one human, one robot, into that effort of salvation.
10 minutes, 1 Act, Radio
Writer Statement
The Last Violet is a stand alone episode with characters that
I plan to use in larger works. It written for radio but can be
performed on stage or screen as well. I wanted to show a world
where AI life forms have advanced to a degree that is nearly
indistinguishable from personhood. Where they have become so
integrated that some humans and robots grow up as siblings,
stick up for each other like siblings, envy each other like
siblings, and even bicker like siblings through to the last
day of the end times.
We have this fear of AI in the zeitgeist
right now, and I think it is useful to imagine a different future
where we are past man vs machine, but it is man and machine vs X.
The X is time, resources, misunderstandings, social
conflicts, spiritual failings, etc.
Script Sample
KATCH
I always feel like they are trying to calculate my soul.
ZEPH
He’s more concerned about his own soul, I assure you.
KATCH
Oh, so they think they have souls now, too?
ZEPH
Might I remind you that we are paying customers, spiritual
matters aside.
KATCH
Yeah, yeah. Your jars will get to the squid people down
there.
TURNER
I’m all set here whenever you are ready.
ZEPH
Good. Tell the Cephabrachia that we’ve arrived. We just
need to do some final checks.
TURNER
Will do.
(TURNER plays a jazzy bass riff. After a
moment there is a counterpoint bass riff
reply from under the water.)
TURNER
They say they are ready to receive the terrariums, where is
Moog?
(MOOG enters. He looks at the stock of
terrariums. He beeps and scans. He talks in
an automatic metallic voice.)
MOOG
I am here. Counting terrarium units. Three hundred six.
Scanning structural integrities. No anomalies detected.
Counting larvae. Five thousand, four hundred, thirty three.
Retrieving nanobot diagnostics. No Errors. Analyzing seed
germination state…
ZEPH
That’s enough. Let’s skip ahead to the ocean currents. How
will they fall?
MOOG
Predicting drift. Tolerance Acceptable. Plotting
bathymetry. Site location confirmed.
ZEPH
Thanks, brother. You can switch to personality mode now.
(MOOG now talks in a normal human voice.)
MOOG
It’s about time. I’m not an appliance, you know.
SARA
If you are brothers, how come he looks old like Daddy but
you look young? Are you a robot? My daddy says robots can
be bad.
MOOG
Well, I don’t like to call myself a bad robot. You know, I
heard there would be a wonderful little girl on this trip,
so I brought you a real flower. It’s a violet, see?
SARA
Wow! It looks just like the moon cloud! So pretty! Daddy,
is this a real flower? Is it?