19 Trigga Finga
Monologues
Money, crime, drugs,
violence, corruption
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19 TRIGGA FINGA MONOLOGUES
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Straight to the Nitty Gritty
That's Classy (drama) 2 Minutes
Bar Beating (drama) 1 Minute
No Choice (drama) 2 Minutes
The Movie Buff (drama) 1 Minute
Worth Every Penny (drama) 2 Minutes
Killing You (drama) 2 Minutes
Nobody Will Get Hurt (drama) 1 Minute
Prison Cell Pointer (drama) 1 Minute
Thass Tha Science (drama) 1 Minute
Down in the Dungeon (drama) 2 Minutes
I Killed Him (drama) 2 Minutes
His Story (drama) 1-2 Minutes
Released (drama) Under 1 Minute
Place Called Heaven (drama) 1 Minute
My Name Will Live On (drama) 1 Minute
Kill Them Slowly (drama) 1 Minute
Shooting Practice (serio-comedy) 2 Minutes
Before You Go (drama) 1 Minute
#1
Straight to the Nitty Gritty
NED: You see, I don't ask questions, lad. Questions, bore me. I only ask
one question but I don't ask the question until I know for certain that
you're ready. I much rather go straight to the nitty gritty and then,
once we reach a certain place, I'm gonna ask ya the one question that
we both know you've been brought here to answer.
First, we're gonna break your toes with a sledge. Not too bad none, but
then, we're gonna work our way upwards to the ankles, break them
both on up to your shins and the shins is when you're really gonna
wish you weren't here. But the real motherfucker, is the thighs, because
once we get past the thighs, you'll lose all feeling and by the time we
get to your hips, you would have shit and pissed yourself all over and
the only way you're gonna know, is by the smell of it. And then Sweet
Bobby is gonna come for ya with a long fucking rod and he's gonna
jam that long fucking rod up your arse, until it can't go any further
and Sweet Bobby, goes deep.
If ya make it that far, there's still hope for ya, cause that's when I'm
gonna ask ya my one and only question. And if ya answer, with the
correct fucking answer...well then, I guess you'll just walk your way
home.
That's how we're gonna work ya. Even if ya gave me the answer now, it
won't do you any good because you have to do it the way I like to do
it and it's the only way I like to do it. So, now that I've explained it
all to ya, we begin.
#2
That's Classy
GIOVANNI: Do I like killing? Did Picasso like to paint? Eh?! hahaha.
Come on now kid. Don't ask me stupid questions over here.
Everybody's good at something in their life. Some people find it, other
people don't. I found what I'm good at. A natural. But like all art
forms, it takes practice, work and dedication. You have to have
passion for it, or why bother.
It is an art form, what I do. I approach it probably in a similar
fashion as a writer writes a novel, or a painter paints a painting. Shit
like that. I am very particular when I kill somebody. I like to be
neat and efficient. Now, I'm not saying I won't leave a bloody fucking
mess. I've flung body parts all over a room, just to make a point.
You see, although a killing may look messy, it was done with the
utmost tender care. I put alot of preparation into my work, you know.
Alot of thought and time get put into what I do.
I like using the word killing, not murder. Murder takes the art out of
it but a killing has a nice, I don't know, ring to it. It has more class
I think. It may be hard for you to understand but I guess you gotta
kill a few people to understand. (beat)
My life just gravitated that way. I started reading books on killers
and studied the ways of a killing. I've never been caught my whole
life. And I never will. Why? Because I played my cards right. I
never cared to be famous like other gangsters. I feel the best ones,
go down without making themselves known.
That's class, and that, I love.
#3
Bar Beating
RICKY: They first brought me because I beat the shit out of someone
at a bar. Pretty much left the guy for dead. Smashed him over the
head with a bottle and then stuck it in his fucking neck, the creep. But
the guy lived and didn't want to press charges. Turns out that while
they have me in custody, they brought up other charges that were
pending on me, that I didn't even know about. Shit that I did back in
the eighties no less.
What do they do? They decide to build a case against me. Next thing I
know I'm going to trial for shit that took place twenty years ago. They
even got fucking witnesses to testify. People I didn't even remember
knowing. It was like a conspiracy.
I had the worst lawyer because I really couldn't afford a good one.
No matter what this lawyer did to prove my innocence, was a waste of
time. So, they threw the book at me. I have ten more years to a
fifteen year sentencing. I'm hoping to get out sooner for good
behavior and all that horseshit. I shouldn't even be in here right now.
I should be home with my wife and kids living my life as a
construction worker.
The government fucked my whole life and it's not over. I'm slowly
building a case against the government. I hope something works out
for me with this. All I could do is try.
#4
No Choice
The Murderer: That will shut you up for now won't it? Oh wait, you
can't answer me, can you? Ha, ha, ha and ha.
Yeah, so, murderings my thing. It just is, it just is. I know, it sucks
for most people--well, ha, I should say all people.
(sings the next line)
"All the little souls"
I just, I just can't seem to get around it though, you know? I've tried,
I mean, I've REALLY, REALLY tried...it's to no avail. It's my talent. I
do what I do not because I want to but rather because I have to. Isn't
that some shit right there? I HAVE TO. I've always said that my talent
is my curse and I guess you would agree with me right about now.
Ha, ha, ha and ha!
Look, I wish I could just go ahead and make things quick for you but
I can't. I just can't. No apologies and I wish I could say sorry but it
will fuck up the romance of my actions. What's life without romance?
You know? Apology shmology, it would drain away the pleasure
unfortunately and I can't have that. I just can't.
You know what you are? You are a mouse caught on a glue trap and
I your exterminator. You ever watch a mouse trapped on a glue
board? I have. I have loads of mice in my apartment. You should
see how those little guys try there damnedest to get off the glue. Ha,
ha, ha and ha. It's quite something. I literally saw a mouse one time
make it off the trap from fear. It actually struggle so intensely that
it's one leg slowly teared off. Just on sure merit and let the little guy
go because that is some shit right there. Like that guy in that movie
Saw. He had to cut his own leg off to make it out. Isn't that sick?
That's both genius and crazy at the same time...
(lost in thought)
SO, just let me. Let me kill you as slowly as I possibly desire. It's not
like you have a choice of circumstance. Now do you?
Ha, ha, ha and ha!!!
#5
The Movie Buff
SOLOMON: I've always been a bigtime movie buff. Always loved the stars,
especially tough man films. Guys like Humphrey Bogart, James Cagney,
Edward G. Robinson, Robert De Niro or Bobby D as I like to call him.
Guys like Bruce Willis, Al Pacino...those guys and a whole shit more...
I'm a big fan of gangster films. My thing was trying to capture what
they did in the movie, in my real life. Like, for example, in the movie
Goodfellas, when Joe Pesci took the screw driver and stuck it in the
back of the loudmouth's skull. I tried that out. Or like in the movie
The Godfather when Lucca Brassi was choked from behind. One of the
best scenes in movie history by the way if you ask me. I love his
fucking face and how he struggled to live, even though he was slowly
dying. God, beautiful, beautiful. Those guys are geniuses. I took the
choke approach at least two or three times with my own work.
But one of my personal favorites is in that movie Amercian History X,
when that actor--oh shit--what the fuck is his name??? OH! EDWARD
NORTON! That's right, good actor, good actor. I liked it when he put
that black guys mouth to the curb and slammed his foot down on him
for the crunch. I actually tried that one out on a female once. Figure
I'd mix it up a bit. No harm in that right??
They call me sol (pronounced soul), short for Solomon. I don't have
much soul but that's the irony of life. Soul is just a concept. Don't ya
think???
#6
Worth Every Penny
TINO: You know what I would like to do to you? I'd like to take a
pipe and bend it over your stupid fucking head for being such a
jerkoff. What are you going to say about that tough guy? You think
your a tough guy? Huh? You want to throw insults and play games
with me? You have no clue who you are fucking dealing with pal. I
will kill you. And won't look back. What do you have to say about
that big guy? I'll fucking kill you and leave you for dead somewhere
in the Vegas dessert. I'll spread your body parts all over the dessert
real nice, let a few coyotes munch on your flesh. I'll take pictures
and send them to that stupid fucking wife you got back home.
Fucking brain scan she is. I never met a dumber woman in my life. I
have to be honest. God knows what planet she's from. Planet asshole.
Yeah, so now that I'm here face to face with you bigshot, come on,
make your move. Your all talk and now your a fucking pussy like I
knew you was. Just remember one thing, you fuck with me one more
time, you get out of line just one more time...you will disappear. And
I might throw the wife in too for being such a cunt.
(turns to his friend)
So then I turned around like I was gonna leave, right? And then I
spun back around like I was in a movie and POW, shot him right in the
head. It was beautiful, fucking beautiful, the way the blood melted
out of his forehead and streamed down over his nose and off his
chin. Was perfect. Took pictures of him. Showed his wife and then
killed her off too, by cutting out her throat. You should have seen her
gasping for air. Dumb bitch. If I was out and they were alive, I'd do
it again. Worth every penny.
#7
Killing You
KILLER: You might be wondering why I haven't killed you yet...I'm
actually wondering that as well. Not so sure. Usually I just do it.
Takes less than a second. Then it's forgotten in the next.
(pause.)
With you, it's different. Don't know why. I just don't know
why. (beat) Why? Why can't I kill you? I have no feelings for you
whatsoever. I don't know you. We've never met. So strange.
I guess even the greats have an off night. Maybe this is my off night.
Maybe.
(pause.)
Should I let you go? What's the point? What do you think?
let you live?
Should I
(pause.)
Yeah? You think you should live? I should just let you walk right
out of here...Well, that's something to be hopeful about isn't it? Yeah,
yeah it is. Some psycho was about to kill you and then lets you go.
Ha! What a story you can tell your friends. Amazing stuff right
there. Don't you think?
(pause.)
But I have to kill you. No, no. Relax. I do. I do because it's what
I'm supposed to do. Even when an athlete is having an off night, he
still performs. I have to perform. I'm not so sure I could live with
myself if I don't perform. Letting you go doesn't make me the star
player that I believe myself to be. (beat) You understand, right? I
mean it sucks, for you, that I'm gonna kill you now but I'm sure
there's a part of you that understands; even if it's the tiniest part.
(beat)
Well, I usually forget these things but I think this time around I will
definitely remember you. Take care.
#8
Nobody Will Get Hurt
The Guy With The Gun: (pulling out a gun from his overcoat)
Ooookay. Everybody watch me, I'm the guy with the gun. Hello, hi,
hi...Stay calm, haha and as they say, NOBODY WILL GET HURT, but you
may be my guest.
(he smiles)
My team is extracting this bank...extracting...that word make sense for
my sentence...hmmm, well, basically, I'm sure you've all watched enough
movies to know that we are robbing the joint. We will be gone in only
a few short minutes and then you can call up and gossip to your
friends and family about how you survived a bank robbery with a
crazy man who pointed a gun at your face.
(he aims his gun at someone's face)
Whew! Scary.
(to his men)
How we looking, boys?
(beat)
WELL, HURRY THE FUCK UP!!!!!!
(to the people in the bank)
No, no...calm folks, stay nice and calm, doesn't mean I need to be
calm but you, you most certainly need to be calm.
(pause)
(to his men)
That's it! Time's out!
(to the people in the bank)
Thank you for your cooperation and collaboration.
(he walks out)
#9
Prison Cell Pointers
CATHY: You gotta be a hard bitch in this place. No tears aloud.
You're going to be doing time for a few years so expect the worst shit
in life to be thrown your way. Expect it not only from the prisoners
darling but also the guards. Alot of shit goes down here in this
place. The women are worse than the men. I'm telling you now to
wipe those tears from your eyes. They see that and your stay at your
new home will be ten time more miserable than then you can ever
imagine.
Expect to fight for your life in here. Don't let anyone push you
around. ANYONE. You need to fight for yourself at all costs. As long
as you fight and stick up for who you are in this place, they will begin
to give you respect. It don't matter if they throw your ass in the
whole. It doesn't matter if you get scars across your face. What
matters is that you survive in here with your integrity because its all
you got left darling.
Take my words as gold.
of again.
It's the only positive thing you will ever hear
#10
Thass Tha Science
PAVLO: ...so, what yoo do is....what, you dooisyou take and you make it
as tight as youn can make it...this is science, you study science but I'm
gonna show you some science right now...watch this...first ya tighten it
up and then you wrap it in a, a, a---cut that for me please...juss take
those keys, my keys, right there...yeah yeah...now just cut it like a
slice...yeah yeah, keep go---one mor----THERE you goooo; got it. Got
that shit fo me. Thank yooo.
So, you, ya, ya make that now as tight as you can make it cause you
know where this is going, right baby? You know where this is
shhhhlope! Like that, haha, light that, haha, alright now...
...Shhhhlope! Bing!
uh...alright.
Hahaha! You know about that? Alright...ha-
(long pause.)
Thass it. That's the science.
#11
Down in the Dungeon
PARKER: Don't waste your time talkin' to that asshole. That little
Spanish guy is a prick. You wanna talk to the guy with the red
glasses. He's no joke. He come in here and tell everybody to shut the
fuck up and he answers your questions out-loud, this way nobody
bothers the guards. He's the only guy that's gonna answer any of your
questions.
(beat)
Damn man, usually they try to freeze a nigga, today they trying to
burn a nigga.
(beat)
Hotta then a motherfucka.
(looks at his watch)
Sposed to be at work now at two o'clock. They tell me I'd be out
before twelve. It's two fifteen now. They tell you whatever they gotta
tell you to cuff you and then they don't give a shit. Judge come to
work whenever the fuck he want. Taken lunch breaks for three hours
while we're all down here in the dungeon, sweating our balls off. Sixty
men in a cell, with all these stank ass homeless feet. Make you wanna
vomit just thinking about it. Swatting these flies and shit. Damn!
Nigga gotta get up sometime. Gotta get up sometime...
Tellin' me I resisted arrest. Fuck that resisted arrest. I was like, what
are you locking me up for and I'll tell you if I'm resisting or not.
They beat me down with their clubs and shit saying I tried to get
away. Nigga you beatin' me with your club, what I'm sposed to do?
Stand there and get hit? Niggas be frontin' cause they know, they
know they scared shit I'm gonna sue. They afraid of losing their jobs
cause they know they took shit too far with me. Look at my pants
son. Look like I been stepped on forty nine times. My knees are
swollen and everything. I refused to go to the hospital. Fuck that.
(beat)
I'm only five-six, so I got the little man complex bad yo. They roll up
on me, what I'm sposed to do? I threw my shit down the subways
stairs. They didn't see that, so what they lockin' me up for? Know what
I'm sayin?
It's all played out. The whole motherfuking system is all played out.
City needs money, that's why they goin' around picking on ya'll.
Criminals ain't doing there thing out there right now cause of the
recession. Shit, that's why they make a big deal out of nothin. They
hungry! They so damn hungry man!
#12
I Killed him
ROZ: I was a wild one but I changed my ways. You live life to learn
from life and you take what you learn in order to bring about better
days for yourself and for others if you can. That's what I've done and
that's why I'm talking to you now.
I used to rob cars like in that movie "Gone in 60 Seconds" with Nic
Cage. I like his character in the movie cause it reminded me of
myself, of my Golden Years of wildhood. haha. But I wised up. Got
busted, did my time. It was in jail that I began changing. I became
friends with this man name Price. He taught me a thing or two about
"harnessing the power of your mind", as he would put it. He was a
good man, a wise man...my best friend. He got jumped in prison and
was killed, nothing I coulda done to save him. I heard his cries for
help but there was nothing, nothing I coulda done to get to him...his
death was the major turning point for me, his scream echoed through
my blood stream louder than any drug I had ever done. I felt like
Moses receiving the Ten Commandments, let me tell you.
Point is, nobody's perfect. We all fuck up one way or another. We all
have life lessons to learn from, grow from, if we choose too. You
need to choose to move forward, or decide to let yourself fall victim
to rotting. Cause that's what your doing, if you ain't busy living, you're
busy rotting. Now, you've done some wrong things, you have, but you
can't let it destroy you. You will ruin your potential as a man if you
continue on with your foolish acts. I did and I paid the price. You
can stop now and make things right for yourself. Don't end up here
like your Uncle Roz. Sure, I know, my name on the street is talked
about but it means nothing. It doesn't do shit for you but glorify
you. Who needs the glory?
The man I used to be, I killed him...it was the only murder I ever
committed and it was a good one. I am complete now. You too, will
be complete. You are way better off than I was kiddo, trust me. Your
sins cannot compare to mine but you do need to make changes and
I'm telling you that once you do, it's like already having entrance into
God's pearly white gates.
I don't mean to get preachy and all that, but you know what I'm trying
to say to you boy. Wise up and stop doing what you've been doing.
Make me proud and your mother proud. Don't follow in my footsteps.
A real man is a man that can get up and go to work everyday and
support his family. Not the hustler. I believe you are a real man son.
I have my faith in you, have faith in your uncle and do as I ask.
You will thank me later.
#13
His Story
CARL: I came home and found my two nephews, my two nieces, my
mother and father, my sister....all dead. The only person alive was my
wife. When I found her she was covered in blood, holding a gun and
looked like she was in a daze.
I tried speaking to her but all she would do is talk muffled. I
couldn't make out any of her words. Then, it was like she snapped
out of it and her face changed. She had this evil rage in her eye and
she pointed the gun at me now.
I ran at her and grabbed the gun but we struggled for a bit and
before you know it, the gun went off and shot her in the neck. She
fell backwards on to the bed but she bounced right back up so fast
like nothing had happened. I was forced to shoot her again and
again and again, until I knew she was dead.
I've been in prison now for twenty six years and I will be here for
life. The detectives think I did it. They think I killed my entire
family.
What do you think?
#14
Released
LEONARD: I'm gonna leave prison sometime tomorrow and be done
with it. I'm forty two, been locked up since I was fourteen. I was
raised in prison. Not too many people can say that but I can. That's
my life. I've seen alot of dirt in here and I've written a book about
my entire experience. I'm going to throw it back in their faces and
make money doing so. I was locked up for killing my parents. I
sacrificed my freedom to get rid of the abuse that was my life. To be
honest, I would have done double the time if I had to. My parents
weren't fit to live and I still have no regret or remorse about playing
God.
If you want to know why I am so cold towards what happened thirty
somewhat years ago, then read my book.
#15
Place Called Heaven
Monologue Description: "Place Called Heaven" touches on the feeling
a prisoner has being locked up for life.
Character Description: In this monologue, GEORGE (45/male) talks to
himself about what he's experiencing.
Character Background: George was a hard working novelist. Madly in
love with his wife. His wife Sarah was caught sleeping with another
man in their own home. George killed them both upon the discovery
and now must spend the remainder of his life behind bars.
George was raised in upstate New York and loved all things nature.
His father raised him up very knowledgable about fishing, animals and
survival. George began writing short stories as a child and blossomed
into novels by college. He dedicated his first book to his mother, who
died of cancer when he was 22. Somewhat of an eccentric and an
extremely inward person, George found his happiness by expressing
himself in his books.
George became a well respected novelist, not a major commercial
success but someone who defintely deserved respect amongst writers
circles. He was well regarded by many and also one of the most
kindest people you would ever meet.
Character Circumstances: George has been locked up for twelve years.
As time has passed his mind has begun to wither away. He has been
contemplating suicide for quite some time. This is the final morning
he wakes up to his inner pain.
GEORGE: Sometimes I wake up in the morning to a cooling sensation
from the soft breeze coming from my window. Before I even open my
eyes, I'm smiling. For a second I can even smell the sweet rose scent
of my gentle wife Rosemary. But then I hear an echo of a voice that
pulls me slowly out of my joy. I fight hard to go back to that
place...the place I call HEAVEN but it never ceases to escape me.
The sound of echos becomes more clear and I can hear the boots of
men walking across my new home. I hear the chatter of thousands of
voices scratching me in my ears like the roaches I hear scattering at
nighttime or the rats claws scurrying along the cement floor in the
wee hours of the morning.
I cry on the inside of myself. Heavy tears expressed with the outside
coldness of a stone face. That's the way one must be in this place.
Stone. But even stone can get chipped away and carved into
something much uglier than your worst fear.
(beat)
And there's nothing you can do...nothing you can wish. All outside
existence is dead to you, forever. You play with your mind. It's all
you can do. You try to shake on a little smile, maybe to an imaginary
friend you've made because the real flesh is just not good enough.
You realize, as you slowly open your eyes in the morning, you are
living a nightmare far beyond human conception. That hell is your
destiny. You glance around your cell and you get that sick feeling in
the center of your chest, like a pounding that only gets stronger, never
letting you go. This pounding I'm talking about, is beating so hard,
that your brain slightly shutters inside your skull.
Yes, this is my home. But do I want to stay?
#16
My Name Will Live On
MARCO: The police system in New York City sucks. They are locking
up people for stupid shit. The prisoners who were in my cell, tell me
it's for no reason. Well, it is for a reason. The reason is MONEY. They
locked up a sixty five year old man for smoking a cigarrette in front
of his building. They locked up a teenager for starting his moped two
feet on the sidewalk, before he pulled out onto the street because of
cars driving by.
You see, this time they locked up the wrong guy. They could have
given me a DAT, instead of making me go through the system and
spend 30 hours in jail. They could have told me I had a suspended
license and they could have given me a court date. All because I
didn't pay a ticket. The ticket was because I made a left turn at
6:30p.m., before 7:00p.m., when you are allowed.
I believe in the law but not when it becomes far fetched and simply
about invading American Citizens rights. They take decent human
beings and lock them up for money. The people they lock up, are not
educated human beings. Never went to school and are considered
minority.
They locked up the wrong guy this time. I am going to fight the
system and rewrite the system. I'm going to push out all the scumbags
and set up new law. I will become so powerful in my life, and I will
get into politics and I will change the course of history for the better
of mankind. When I told this to the fifteen police who surrounded
me like I was an escaped convicet, they all SHIT THEIR PANTS because
they knew they weren't dealing with your average person. I'm going to
bring down all the law abusers by setting up new pronciples in the
legal system.
My name will live on, for what is right. You all haven't seen nothing
yet. I won't forget.
#17
Kill Them Slowly
AUGGI: I'll tell ya what a rat is. Ya see, a rat is someone who likes
to act like they are more important than what they really are, in order
to avoid getting a larger sentence. A rat, is someone who has no
moral obligation whatsoever out in the street because their too much
of a pussy to do a bid. The real men are far and few, let me tell
you. Back then, men used to take the hit but nowadays, men flake out
when they have to do just one year, even. It's nonsense. Absolute
nonsense.
I had fourteen different guys rat me out. One of them being one of
my best friends growing up in the neighborhood. Some guys you
wouldn't think as rats but it all comes out in the wash when their
threatened with a sentence.
Now I'm in here doing thirty years. Is that a way to live. Of course
not. But I'll tell you one thing, I might come out of here an old and
gray man but I will make it out of here. I will make it out of here
and then find every one of those fourteen rats and kill them all, one
by one. SLOWLY.
#18
Shooting Practice
IZZI: He didn't even know how to hold a gun. It was like teaching
an infant. I looked at him and couldn't believe he was of Sicilian
decent. It was almost embarrassing how he tried to hold the gun, like
he was impaired.
We went out back and started target practice. I had him shoot a tree
to kind of get used to the feel of the kick. After a few rounds, I saw
he began getting used to it, in fact, he really started to enjoy shooting
the gun. I left him alone. I went back into the house, figured he
could keep getting acquainted with his new friend.
I'd say about twenty minutes went by and right outside, on my front
porch I hear a loud thump. I was like, "What the hell is that, right?"
Could be anything, right? So I grab my shotgun and walk towards the
front door. Suddenly, the front door bursts open and there is Mikey,
holding his gun with this big shit eating grin on his face. So I ask
him, "What the fuck are you smiling about?" Mikey steps to the side
and behind him, lying on the porch is a fucking wild boar, dead. He
looks at me and says, "I got 'em."
Mikey went out and whacked a fucking pig! I can't explain the feeling
I had, other then, I was fucking proud of him. He blood stained my
porch but I was proud of him. He had it in him after all. I knew he
was ready.
#19
Before You Go
MAN: ...but I told you...years ago.
(pause.)
Didn't I? (beat) Do you think it was all wannabe tough talk??
...You really should have known better.
...I warned you.
...I did my best to make you aware of what would happen.
...You got careless.
(long pause.)
I'll look after your wife; your kids. They will be cared for and
protected and they will never know what you did. You have my word.
At least I gave you that, before you go.
(pulls out gun and shoots one round into the other man's forehead)
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