Mud’s Brutal Beauty [ Act 1 ]

September 7th, 2014 by George Martorano

SCENE: Upon the stage in low eerie light. Sits a small, broken down home; more of a shack. The windows have little glass, mostly they are boarded up. The front door is battered up too; looking as if it has been repeatedly broken into. There are some cinder blocks for front steps. There is a small vegetable garden out front …..This sad vocation lies on a barren street, with debris laden vacant lots on both sides of the poor looking home . Surely, is a sad dwelling. The street itself has large pot holes. Has sidewalks of broken cement and weeds extending up here and there; the curves of the sidewalk are crumbling here and there. Also, there is a single street light near the garden. On the opposite side of the garden is an old street sign ,tilting down and the name on it is, “Mercy” …..In short time……A girl; what looks like a girl, comes from inside the worn-out home. She is wearing a torn and tattered filthy dress. In fact, she is filthy herself: her hair, face, arms and legs are covered in mud……She steps for the garden, goes down on her knees and begins to tend to the verging plants…..As she toils in the dirt with her hands….. S.O. of someone whistling…. Then, a young, fit, attractive police officer enters the stage; whistling a tune and swinging a night stick non-chalanlantly…..For he is walking his city-beat.

POLICE OFFICER: [ stops swinging his nightstick, stops whistling ,stops to talk ] “…..Hello, I’m Officer Terry. This is my beat, I mean, I just started today.”

SCENE: The strange, looking filthy girl…..Pauses, looks up at him…..And does not speak.

OFFICER TERRY: “There isn’t much this end of town, I mean, North Philly seems like it has been bombed out or something. Your house, it is your house? It’s the only one on this block.”

SCENE: After staring at him…..The girl just continues taking care of her garden.

OFFICER TERRY: “Looks like those plants need water, and…..”

GIRL: [ speaks to the dirt ] “My water’s cut off.”


GIRL: ” My electric too.”

OFFICER TERRY: “Well, I can fill out a report. Maybe the city will assist…. I believe there’s a program that ……”

GIRL: [ looks up at him quickly , cutting him off ] “Assist, assist what, what program, this is North Philly, nobody cares about North Philly, nobody !” [ and she just continues with her garden ]

OFFICER TERRY: [ doesn't know what to say ] “…..Ah, ah, your front door looks broken into.”

GIRL: [ Stops, looks at her front door ] “Yes, used to be a lot…” [continues her gardening]

OFFICER TERRY: “…..A lot?”

GIRL: [ still just talks to the ground while toiling ] “Yes, they use to break in, gangs I mean, rape me, take what little I had”

OFFICER TERRY: [ Shocked ] “Raped you! Who!?”

GIRL: [ Stands, yells ] “You think I like looking like this, look at me! Mud’s my protection! Who’d want to rape me now, who!?” [ and she starts to weep ]

OFFICER TERRY:[ confused, thinking she's crazy ] ” How can I help you, are you sick? Do you want to go to the hospital ? Just tell me how, how I can help you ?”

GIRL: [ Weeps, yet talks ] “How, how!….. You’re the first cop I’ve seen in years, years. When, when they did things to me and and my fuckin’ food stolen !…..Hey, how’d you find this street anyway !?”

OFFICER TERRY: [ points his nightstick the way he came ] “…..I, I just walked this way.”

GIRL:[ starts backing up slowly ] “You’re lost then! You don’t care ! You don’t fuckin’ care! ”

OFFICER TERRY: [ looks deeply at her ] “…..Maybe, I, yes a little lost, yes, but but I’ll need your name. I just want to make some sense of all this, it’s my job, my beat, look, you got problems. Just your name please. Do you have I.D. ? ”

GIRL: [ looks deeply back at him. Then, runs for the front door and into the house, yelling.... the front door remains wide open ] “Go away !….. Just go the fuck away !”

SCENE: Officer Terry stares at the front…..The way she went then disappeared ….. He then decides on something, sides his nightstick in the ring on his side and goes for his two-way radio, begins talking…..Yet, going nearer to the front door, but, turns his back slowly to the front door ; looks out to the street…..

Officer Terry :[ speaks into two-way radio ] “…. Officer Terry here , Officer Terry to desk Sergeant desk Sergeant., 10-4 10-4 come in ……”

V.O-S.O.[ two-way radio ] “….. Terry, desk sergeant here , I heard you 10 -4 …. I here you ,go ahead, 10-4″

Officer Terry : “I have an emergency assistance situation. I have a female covered in mud, living in an abandon home, she says she’s been raped by a gang…..Yes sir, yes sir, I understand……I ”

V.O.-S.O. [ two-way radio ] ” hold on a minute Terry,10-4…..”

Officer Terry : “…..I’ll hold, 10-4 ”

SCENE: As Officer Terry pauses in communicating with his superior; seemingly looking up at the tilted street sign; that word ‘Mercy’ on it ,suddenly, the sign gets beamed with some light ……….Then, the girl of mud “races” out the open front door!….. She’s holding a long piece of pointed glass! And, with a blood-curdling scream….!! Plunges the glass weapon into the unsuspecting back of Officer Terry !…..He succumbs to the ground,along with a cry of pain ! …..He is a “downed” officer.

V.O.-S.O. [ two-way radio grasped in Officer Terry's hand, blasting ] “Terry, are you there, 10-4 …10-4, Terry, are you there, come in, come in…. ?!”

SCENE: The girl of mud begins to back away from the downed officer…..Mumbling as she backs…staring down at him ….. Her hand has blood on it from the “killing glass”; half broken glass she tightly holds ….. The backs of her bare, muddy feet hit the front steps…..She turns and hurries inside…..Then,the hurt Officer Terry starts to move, starts to crawl accompanied by his moans….. Officer Terry try’s to reach behind him, for that piece of glass in his back…… Yet, he holds onto the two-way …..Across the stage…… he crawls, he struggles…..

Officer Terry: [ desperate, weakening, speaks into two-way radio ] “I’m down, down……Mercy street, Mercy, one house, crazy lady, mud mud, all mud …..”[ and he passes out ]

Then, the stage and theater begin to go dark…and dark…and dark…Then…V.O. a single, long wailing scream from “her” in darkness !!

[an intermission for Act II]

By: George Martorano
Copyright: 12973


September 7th, 2014 by George Martorano

My life….. The guard-in night

Comes blood , falls the glisten tear,

Where the cell-block melts light

I beg for moon and star,

I cry Heaven !….. Curse Hell !

Oh my love, my love ….. The guard-in night.

By: George Martorano
Copyright: 12973

SKY (part 2)

September 7th, 2014 by George Martorano

Sky sat there feeling a gust of cold wind embrace the room; the sound it carried was harsh, harsh as what was coming.

With an exhale, Sky rose, crossed the room, and roughly slides back the closet door. There, in the very corner were women’s clothes. Sky quickly reached for a dark-blue, tight-fitting dress, tossed it on the unmade bed, and went into the small bathroom.

In time….. the door covered in old chipped paint opened. A towel was wrapped around a beautiful body, a woman’s body. Sky began slowly to prepare. First to the drawer, lifting out sexy black panties and bra. Her arm slowly extends, pulling the dark nylons and garter belt. She looks in the mirror above the bureau, touches her eyebrows. Then she fishes in the drawer again. She lifts out something tightly clenched in her fist, and slowly her fingers open. There, is something silver in her palm…..lipstick.


Sky sat, deliciously dressed, in a chair, high heels on and legs crossed, yet, her blonde hair was longer, much longer from the hair extension she wore. Then Bobby was at the window….. Slowly he came in, his eyes constantly on Sky.

“You’re beautiful, Sky……”

“Did you get the car, the license plate?” Sky cut him off.

“Yeah. You look like you did in school. Remember when…..”

“Enough of that! Is Mean in the club !?”

“Yeah, playing cards. I seen ‘em right through the front window before I parked the car up Cl…..”

“What kind of car?”

“Oh, a black Ford Galaxy, four door, in the middle of the block. Just connect the wires near the steering wh…..”

“I know that,” Sky uneasily cut him off again.

“I’m sorry I’m getting you involved. I just ain’t ain’t got it to, to, you know, ‘off’ Mean Louie. And Sky…..”

“Shut up!” Sky stood, reached across the table and under a newspapers….. a gun. She opened her purse and there Bobby saw a black tube-like nozzle and keys. He didn’t know they were to safe-deposit boxes. Bobby’s eyes grew wide, seeing Sky screw on the silencer.

“Bobby?” Sky noticed he was thinking too hard. “Bobby!” She got his attention. “After tonight…..” ,Bobby had to look out the window, registering it was night,”I won’t be coming back, understand?”

…..He slowly nodded his head yes.

“Do you love Maggie?” He didn’t understand that. “Do you!?”

“Well, yeah, I guess.”

“Good. Here,” Sky said….. And Bobby sees her pull out a roll of cash from a bundle of faded blue jeans’ and an old shirt ,wrapped around with a wide marked-up belt. On the floor, a pair of Sky’s cowboy boots and the only items she must be leaving with.

“Here.” Sky tossed him the money “. Go get Maggie, leave this town and don’t come back. I won’t be here..”

“But I can help!”


“I can drive. Please Sky !”

“No!!” Sky stepped fast ,grabbed the front of Bobby’s jacket…. The boy stood there, afraid, staring into blue eyes that were ….cold ice.Sky just released him and put the business-pistol in the long purse, then picked up the bundle and boots. “Good-bye, kid. Remember, by tomorrow morning be on your way….. Mean Louie is,” she smirked.


“What?” Sky paused at the open door.

“I always loved you.”

“Sure, kid….. They all do.”

Bobby Green watches Sky’s lips curl up into a grin. Then, the old door just snapped shut. Now alone, some feeling left him inside….. He backs to a chair, set heavily….. runs the palms and his hands through his hair….. Then he gets up and hurries for the closed door….. pauses….. He finally turns the knob.

“…..Sky”. Only to whisper to emptiness.

[The End]

By: George Martorano
Copyright: 12973


August 23rd, 2014 by George Martorano

The cold November rain disliked Bobby Green so much that it brought along a harsh friend, wind. The two focused more on Bobby Green’s bent head and face than the thin jacket he wore or the rest of him. The street he walked on was as gray as the day, gray and bleak as Bobby Green’s thoughts.

When he got to the corner of Marshall and Fitzwater, he eased his head up to look in each direction. His eyes showed concern, fear. Quickly he moved up Marshall, a narrow back street. When he got to the vacant lot, he paused. He paused to watch a soaked alley cat dart around debris and mud puddles, its dark hair matted and sticking up here and there just as Bobby’s was.

Bobby darted across the lot, leaped for the bar, and began to climb the light pole. Once on the backyard fence, he tight-rope walked the top to the second floor roof, then hauled himself up onto it and he was there. He was in front of two separate windows to a run-down flat, in a run-down building.

Though he kinda felt it, his mind absorbed the warmth. Heat radiated from inside. As he stared, he heard the sounds–two, no three: music, the whack of hands, and low grunts. He was going to knock, but he didn’t, only stared on, wet faced, through wet glass.

There was a rough hole knocked out on the leak-stained ceiling. There was a rope attached to the wooden beam, and swinging from it is a patched-up leather body bag. It was being hit by a handsome figure with short, pushed-back, blond hair, wearing a soiled T-shirt and baggy pants. Blue, blue eyes were blazing with rage as the person pounds away.

A large old radio beats out an up-beat tune in time with the wallop of landed blows upon the leather. Bobby’s eyes widened, seeing blood begin to show through the dirty hand wraps the pounder wears. With a hard left hook, the pounder’s hips jerk, and the pounder sees Bobby’s reflection in the side of an old toaster on a nearby table.

A grin slowly cuts across the pounder’s face, yet the pounder doesn’t acknowledge Bobby’s presence. Suddenly, the wind whips up. Bobby tried the window, pulling hard, but it wouldn’t give. Quickly he goes to the other window. The pounder grins more but keeps throwing punches. At the other window, Bobby’s face strains, pulling and pulling…..then the window shoots up and Bobby flies backwards with a yell. He just catches the edge, the rain gutter, and dangles there.

“Sky! Sky!”

Sky is at the open window now. “Ya shoulda used the door, noodle brain.”

“Give me a hand. I’m, I’m…..”

“I ain’t getting wet. Either climb up or drop in the mud.” Sky’s smile broadens, hearing the grunts and groans as Bobby slowly pulls himself up. Sky remembers the round face, brown curvy hair and large round eyes, the way Bobby looked as a child along with the funny faces he was making now. Sky turned from the window, seeing that he was making it, and began unwrapping the soiled wraps.

“Shut the window.”

“Oh yeah, Sorry.” Bobby was in now.

“Why the roof, kid?” Sky asks, but he knows, has heard things.

“Mean Louie lookin’ for me. Ain’t ya heard what happened ain’t ya?!”

Sky didn’t answer, instead went to the old small fridge, took out an orange juice bottle filled with plain water.

“It wasn’t my fault, I swear, Sky.” Bobby went on. By Sky’s expression he knew Sky had heard about it. “All me and Maggie was doin’ was having a beer, and, and…..”

“Why the Ward Club? You know it’s Mean’s place and Saturday night, too, when Mean’s the most drunk, him and those scumbags he controls.”

“I know, I know. We was sittin’ on the school yard steps, next thing I know she was thirsty. Mean’s place was right around the corner. Sky, Sky, I didn’t, I mean Maggie didn’t even look his way. He comes right over and starts, puts his hands on her, Maggie…..Maggie was dating his brother. She dumped ‘em.”

“What ya expect, him drinking in front of those guys, creeps.”

“Sky, he’s gonna get me. He’s already been around my house, pushed my old man around.”

“You cut ‘em bad with the beer bottle, Bobby,” Sky’s voice softened. “Maybe you better hide out down in Atlantic City.”

“Hide out? I just got the job at the Daily News, a union job. It’s all I got, Sky. Sky, you can straighten it out. You–”

“Not me, kid, Those stories you heard ’bout me are bull. You better–”

“No, no. Why me, why always the little guy? The nobody’s gotta run, get killed. That’s what he’s gonna do, Sky, bury me, for, for bustin’ his head in front of his guys, for standin’ up for myself. Sky, you gotta help. Please, Sky, plea–”

“Shut up! You hear me, shut up!”

Bobby backed until his wet jacket hit the wall and he slid to the floor, bowing his head in silence. Sky moved to a chair by the table, sat, and stared at him for some time…..

“Go find out where he is.”


“I mean Mean’s, go see if he’s at the club.”

“He’s always there.”

“I said, go see. Afterwards steal a car and another license plate. Park the car up Climber Street and come back here, through the window,” Sky pointed.

“You’re gonna do it? Help? You’re gonna…..” Bobby swallowed.

“Just like I said, and fast “.

Bobby stood, looked at Sky sitting there quiet and easy-like, thinking. It was true; the stories he’s heard growing up, about Sky and the mob….. Slowly he backed for the window, turned, yanked for the ledge and was gone.

[ to be continued ]

By: George Martorano


August 23rd, 2014 by George Martorano

The Fourth World

SCENE: The stage is dark…..Yet, there is a shot of light upon a single steel door; a prison cell door with a small window with a piece of cardboard blocking it, one can not see in nor out ; the number ’49′ is on the door….. Then, a strong, attractive prisoner in prison garb of stripes, enters the somewhat dark stage…..He walks to the lingering light; he stops in front of the cell door 49.

PRISONER: [Looks up at the Heavens, exhales, shakes his head from side to side, as if to say, ' what have I gotten myself into' ] “Hey, WarZone , you in there, yo WarZone, it’s me Asa, want to talk”

V. O. :[some one speaks through close door ] “You sure, got things in here”

ASA : “Yeah, comin’ in…..”

SCENE: Asa begins reaching for the cell door to enter….. Then, the stage and theater goes completely dark…..

SCENE:[ continues in moments ] Now, the theater and stage brighten, there is no more cell door. No, now up on stage is a nice size prison cell. In the cell are: a double bunk bed made of steel, a sink, a toilet, a small table with food and soda cans upon it, table is accompanied by two chairs…..There are three prisoners besides Asa: WarZone with long hair and a tank top and with muscles covered by tattoos, there is his partner in prison crime, Otto, he is large, mean looking ,yet , has stupid look to him, oh, and Otto is holding a prison blade….., there is a captive prisoner too,he’s blonde,wearing thick glasses,has that John Boy appearance. Also he is duct taped to one of the steel support bars of the bunk, he sits with his mouth duck taped secure too. His name, Tommy, he’s really sweating allot through his prison clothes ; he is frightened out of his mind, with large eyes watching all…..Asa, at this point is just standing there just taking the situation all in.

ASA : [Points to the table, the food] “Hey, havin’ lunch” [Asa just picks up a can of soda.....drinks. WarZone and Otto look at each other, so does the captured Tommy]

WARZONE : ” What’s up Asa, like I said, kinda of busy here”

OTTO : [ chimes in, staring at Asa hard ] “Yeah, got somethin’ going down Asa, you better go !”

ASA : “…..better, you tellin’ me ,better”

WARZONE : [cuts in, doesn't want any trouble with Asa] “No no Asa, shut up Otto but this scumbag” [ points to Tommy ] “Gotta send some money today or he’s fuckin’ dead”

ASA : [His eyes still linger on Otto] “I hear lots of things but right now I’m hungry” [and Asa just sits, begins to eat]

OTTO: [talks to WarZone, motioning towards Asa] “You believe this guy , he’s fuckin’ nuts, hey Asa how’s bout you get the fuck out of here!”

WarZone : “Shut up Otto, just shut up…..!”

WarZone : [continues, talks to Asa] “How bout we catch up in the yard later. Soon as Lips brings the cell phone he’s got stashed. This punk makes the call, money should hit fast. You know the deal Asa, ain’t nothin’ new, he’s gotta pay, that’s prison rules, prison rules”

ASA : [points to Tommy] “I hear this guy you got kidnapped here, works in the chapel, he ain’t no low life. This is a wrong move WarZone. The prison heroin got you all upside down, you ain’t thinkin’ straight. Who knows, maybe you’re losin’ it”

OTTO : [getting nervous] “No no, we don’t owe no dope bill; we just want our five grand, I mean ten, yeah ten grand. So we’s snatch this guy, he pays, everybodys happy” [Otto smiles all around, after all Otto ain't to bright]

ASA : [talks to Otto,funny, with an added smile on his face] “Let me hold that blade Otto boy, need to cut this cake”

SCENE : nonchalantly Otto hands Asa his prison blade…..Asa holds it, grips it tightly in his hand, braces himself and now faces WarZone and Otto sternly…..As if to say, look what I got suckers.

WarZone : [concern,jumps! ] “Jesus Christ Otto, you fuckin’ idiot, you know what you just did !? You gave Asa a blade, Asa no less, Asa! ”

[to be continued]

By: George Martorano
Copyright: 12973