| General Script posted September 18, 2023 |
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a scene with DED and Ned
DED and Ned
by Bill Schott
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The scene opens in an silent softball field. Bleachers are empty except two figures. One, centered at the top bench of the seating structure, dressed in a black hooded cloak. It is DED, the Agent of Death. Below is another figure, Ned Nuckledd, sitting with a blanket draped over him.
DED begins a descent to Ned, stopping to the young man's forward left and facing a half turn inward.
DED: Hello, Ned.
Ned: (looking up with a somber expression) Hey, DED.
DED: How very nice of you to meet me here.
Ned: I dint really know I was ameetin' ya, DED. I jis had ta come here.
DED: Of course.
Ned: This place seems right famil'ar.
DED: We met here long ago, Ned. Although we knew each other, our meetings were temporal and were designed to dissipate from your memory.
Ned: Ain't altagetter sure what ya jis said, but this place seems famil'ar.
DED: When we met here then, I was suppose to take you with me.
Ned: (Ned slowly stands, dropping his blanket) Huh?
DED: It was supposed to be your death, Ned.
Ned: (Sitting down and pulling blanket over his shoulders) Yeah?
DED: I decided against it though, and left with an old Nazi war criminal.
Ned: He weres an old nasty feller, huh?
DED: Naz -- uh -- Yes, he was quite a nasty fellow.
Ned: So, is my time runned out now?
DED: I am torn, Ned.
Ned: Hey, I gots a sewin' kit in this shopliftin' pocket in my jacket.
DED: You have a shoplifting pocket, Ned?
Ned: Well, I got handed some clothes fum my Auntie after my cousin Red got kilt. This here jacket was one a em. He useta snatch stuff in the stores all the time and hide'm in that pocket. Anywho, here's a sewin' kit fer apairin' what ya tore.
DED: Thank you, Ned. I am sending you back now.
To be continued...
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