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Innocence Beyond Recognition

Setting: Bedside in the E.R. at 9 A.M.


DAVID: college student. DAVID has burns and ash covering his clothes and face. DAVID has matted hair and is wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants.  He was a good student in high school, but is struggling in college.

KATIE: good college student. JIMMY’S girlfriend. KATIE looks worn out and has a ratty sweatshirt with the name of the college across it and sweatpants.

JAN: KATIE’S supportive friend, nice, believes everything DAVID says. JAN is played by the same actor as the NURSE.

DAVID’S MOM: hovering mom-ish, frumpy clothing with unbrushed hair, late 50’s

DAVID’S DAD: construction worker, rough around the edges, t-shirt and jeans, late 50’s

NURSE: mid-20’s, pretty, nice, wearing scrubs

PROFESSOR: nerd-y in appearance and in social skills, mid-40’s. PROFESSOR is a professor of history. S/he is both JIMMY’S and DAVID’S professor. S/he knows DAVID somewhat, but not a great deal about him.

DAVID sitting on the side of the bed, not lying. There are two chairs. KATIE’S eyes are puffy and red, and is just now coming out of shock and JAN is starting to comfort DAVID.  KATIE, JAN and DAVID look very drained with tearstained cheeks; they have been talking for some time.


And that’s when I smelled the smoke. (Sniffle) I leapt out of bed and started crawling for the door. I did what they always tell you in Elementary school and put the back of my hand to the door to feel how warm it was and if it was safe to escape that way.

KATIE (worried):

Oh, that must have been so scary! All the smoke, so hard to see — (more to herself) I don’t think I could have handled it.

DAVID (remembering it):

It — it was very bad. I felt like I was being burned at the stake.


Did – did you see Jimmy? Did you hear him? (Beat, voice softens) What was he like when he died?

DAVID (as if replaying it in his head again):

Katie, you don’t want to know. It was . . .  Katie, you don’t want to think of him like that. His last moments were (sighs) I don’t know how to say it.

JAN (calming for both DAVID and KATIE):

Just say it. Take your time.

DAVID (hard to come up with the words):

He was — he was a traitor to his — his character. He wasn’t himself.

KATIE (very upset, confused):

What do you mean, David? Was — was he crying? Was he in pain? Why was Jimmy a — a traitor to his — character?

DAVID (frazzled):

Oh, uh — he wasn’t your Jimmy. Katie, you don’t want to think of him like that.

KATIE nodding giving recognition to what DAVID had said

Jan (comforting both KATIE and DAVID):

I am sure anyone wouldn’t be themselves. It must have been hard to breathe. You must have been so scared and still saving that guy!

DAVID (voice rising):

But Jimmy died because of me!


Tell that to the family of the boy who you saved! You were so brave, David!

DAVID (interrupting)

I’m no hero, Jan, even as much as you would like to think of me as one.

JAN (confused and a bit upset):

What’s the matter!? Why do you keep on insisting that you are not?! You not only saved your life, but also his! You should be proud of yourself. What was the guy’s name?


Peter. He is —

JAN (interrupting DAVID):

He is one of the best guys on the football team. With those skills of his, he might be going professional.


Yeah, he might. But Jimmy was going to become a teacher. Katie, remember how Jimmy was always there when we needed help.

KATIE (nodding her head in remembrance):

Yeah, he was a real natural when it came to teaching.


He was there every time I was so confused on my math and he always stepped me through it without getting mad at me. Or how when you got your heel stuck and the mud went all over your dress and how he acted like a goofball (KATIE laughs sadly) to make more people notice him than your ruined outfit. Man, I am going to miss him.

KATIE (crying):

Oh, David, I miss him so much! I — I don’t know (JAN rubbing her back comforting her) how I — I am going to get through this. He — he  . . .

DAVID (not as broke up about it, but still sorrowful):

He was a great guy, he was perfect to a fault.

KATIE (using a tone of sad disbelief):

Huh  . . . I just can’t talk about him in the past tense right now, too soon. It still doesn’t seem to me like he’s gone. (Sob) D-did, did (sigh) you know, one of the firemen found an engagement ring (voice breaks) near Jimmy’s nightstand? It just wasn’t fair.  I  . . .

DAVID (avoiding a response to this news, almost like he is in his own world):

What if fate choose wrong? Katie, I did what I did, but I can’t help from blaming myself. What if it was reversed, (stressed) what would Jimmy do? What if —

JAN (tired):

David, don’t twist fate. Don’t get trapped in the world of what if’s. You said that you did your best, and that is all that matters. (Sigh)

KATIE (in her own world of pain):

I just feel like this is all a dream. That this is a crazy nightmare that I just can’t wake up from.

JAN (still comforting KATIE, but more focused on DAVID):

I know this is a hard time to bring it up, but weren’t you and Jimmy fighting about something recently?

DAVID (frazzled):

Yeah, but it doesn’t matter now. None of it matters now. (sigh) Should I have done things differently? I mean it just happened so fast.

JAN (not in an accusatory tone, but more comforting):

Why do you keep on coming back to that you should have done more? You are the only person to save anyone besides himself. You are not some failed superhero, you had so much courage! You are a hero, even if you don’t feel like one. So stop throwing this pity party for yourself. (Beat) (In more of a teasing manner) You need to stop worrying that handsome head of yours with these thoughts, mister. No girl is gonna want you if you have all this negative energy around you.

All three laugh.

DAVID (nodding):

I . . . I think I just need some time to think it all through and take it all in.


Yeah, Yeah, of course. You said that your parents are driving up?


Yeah, about an hour ago I had to call them because they couldn’t figure out how to use the phone to text me. Parents! (laughs) They’ll be here in a couple hours. So they’ll be here soon enough, giving me time to sleep a little.


Okay, bye David. I’ll see you in a couple of days. (Hug) Remember, you did everything you could and  . . . and Jimmy isn’t your fault. (Breaks down in tears)

KATIE exits stage left

JAN (solomon):

I better run after her. I hope everything works out okay. Bye. (hug).

JAN exits stage left. During this next scene JAN’S actor should change into the NURSE.

DAVID sits all alone and then the lights dim and a spotlight is just on him.

DAVID (in his thoughts as a soliloquy):

The fire outside the door wasn’t bad. I heard screams and ran towards Peter’s room. I yelled through the door to see if he could hear me. There was no response even though seconds before he was screaming. That’s what fire does to someone, makes you fear for your life and not care at all about what you are doing. Peter would have never been caught dead screaming like that on the field. I kicked the door in and almost stepped on a crumpled heap of Peter. I slowly dragged him out and closer to the exit when I passed Jimmy’s door. I could see Jimmy’s hand grasping at anything to drag himself out of his room. I put Peter down.

Lights return to normal

DAVID’S MOM and DAVID’S DAD enter from stage left. Time has passed since Katie left. DAVID’S MOM rushes over to DAVID and strokes his hair. DAVID’S DAD stands.


Sweetie, sweetie, oh sweetheart how are you? Ohhh, look at those burns on you! Has no one been in here to help my poor helpless baby!

DAVID (moves away a few inches):

Mom! The staff here has been very nice and I’m okay. My friends came by a few hours ago, actually. I could go home if I had a place to stay. I’m fine. I’ve been all checked out.

DAVID’S MOM (standing close by, but not touching DAVID):

But you look terrible!

DAVID’S DAD (gruff):

Honey, he was in a fire, of course he is going to look terrible.


I’ll sue the college! Yes, that is what I’ll do. They put my poor little helpless baby in harm’s way when he is supposed to be here getting an education, not being a stand-in firefighter! You could’ve died!


Mom! You don’t understand. I keep on telling everyone that it’s my fault but they just can’t understand. It starts making me wonder if I am wrong. (Laugh) And please don’t sue.

DAVID’S DAD (tilts his head at DAVID’S confusing words, but lets it go):

She’s been like this the whole way up here. I couldn’t talk a single bit of sense into your mother.


I have a right to be upset when my baby could have been taken away from me! Now David, you said that you felt that those boys lives lost was your fault!?

DAVID (starts to pace):

You know that four of my buddies died in that fire. Guys that had their whole life in front of them and because of a — a terrible fire those lives are gone. Too soon, way too soon. Three were on another floor. But Jimmy was in the room next to me. Jimmy died because of me.



DAVID (still pacing):

I felt like I was doing something good when the fire broke out; I saved one person’s life, but failed to save another. (DAVID sitting down on the bed looking even more tired than before)


Do you think he hit his head on somethin’?  ‘Cause my boy isn’t thinking straight. (turns to DAVID) Why would you blame yourself for something like that? It’s like saying that you couldn’t help save a lady from being mugged in the next city over. It is not your responsibility unless you are the police or mugger. You did all right, David.

DAVID tirely nods


How could my beautiful boy ever feel like such an atrocity could be his fault! You are a hero! That boy Peter is alive because of you! Cupcake, you did everything you could. (DAVID’S MOM comes over to DAVID and rubs his back and shh’s him. DAVID puts up with her, but is clearly uncomfortable)


Yeah, son. Your mother is kinda right, for once. Don’t beat yourself up.  You should be proud of yourself. You helped someone, that took determination and sacrifice. Now only if you could carry on those traits into your studies, you could really achieve something!

DAVID’S MOM (gives DAVID’S DAD a smack on the arm):

Carl, you shouldn’t talk about that when your son could have died!

DAVID (stands up, starts to attack his parents out of frustration about his grades, with venom, confused on how to react, first time taking the “hero” side):

Will you guys just lay off lecturing me on my grades for just a minute?! That’s all you guys ever do! Does it seriously take a fire to make you guys come and see me? You think you can just swoop in here and save the day?! Well, I am not in middle school anymore. Mom, you are always babying me, I am an adult whether you like it or not. (Sarcastic) I am sorry that I never thought you were my hero like a lot of my friends do about their dads, but you are no Superman. You know, there are no real heroes in the world, but just people who decide who lives and dies at their feet. There are no Captain Americas or Spider-Mans, just people who get caught in the crossfire and decide to do something about it. [Beat] So what are you even doing here?

DAVID’S DAD (angry and hurt):

David! I don’t know what has gotten into you, son, but I don’t like it.

[Beat] (All in shocked silence at the escalation)

DAVID’S MOM (trying to calm the situation, standing close to DAVID, but not touching him):

Sweetheart, you are experiencing the five stages of grief for your friend, I read the book, you know. And right now you are –

(DAVID so full with rage, he almost cannot talk)

DAVID’S DAD (interrupting):

David obviously doesn’t care about a book you read. It’s not his fault for once and that’s final. If he is going to beat himself up over something he didn’t do then it might make him a stronger man, but no book is going to help him.


I’m only trying to help! My son is in need of his mother’s wisdom!

DAVID’S MOM and DAVID’S DAD get so wrapped up in their fight, they forget about DAVID altogether.

NURSE enters stage left.


Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Kowalski, but it seems you’re getting David more worked up than doing good for him at this stressful time. David, needs calming, supporting people right now, and I am afraid that you aren’t really doing that. If you could, please leave, that would be in your son’s best interest.


But . . . But don’t we need to sign some forms or something being his parents for release. He needs to come home with us for a place to live.

DAVID (his rage has calmed but visibly stressed):

I’m not still twelve with a broken arm, Mom. And I am making arrangements in the morning so that I can still go to school. I’m fine. (DAVID points towards the door) Please, just go.


But you haven’t seen us since last summer and you just survived a fire and I am a loving mother who needs to take care of her poor helpless baby. You need me –

DAVID’S DAD (interrupting again):

He said go and you’re making a scene.

DAVID’S MOM and DAVID’S DAD exit stage left.  Bickering can be heard leaving the stage.


I can only imagine what high school was like! (Laughs) Get some more sleep; it’s the best thing to help you cope.

NURSE exits stage left

DAVID sits all alone and then the lights dim and a spotlight is just on him.

DAVID (in his thoughts as a soliloquy):

Jimmy looked up at me, pleading for me to help him. I took a step forward and gave him a hand to help him up. I hesitated and pulled my hand back. In that moment, I was just so angry. So full of rage it was worse than the fire around us. In that moment, all that rage was focused on the coward of a man before me. I know what I did was wrong. I know what I did wasn’t the moral thing to do. I am being portrayed as the hero, but I am truly the villain for what I did to Jimmy. Or better said, didn’t do. It was wrong. But in that moment, it felt so right. It was beautiful karma. It felt like the tables were finally evened out for what Jimmy had done to me. I reached  forward. With the flames crackling around us and Jimmy’s pleading eyes, I said “Justice.”

Lights return to normal

It is mid-afternoon when PROFESSOR enters, stage left, just when DAVID says aloud ‘Justice’ and the PROFESSOR hears him.


What did you say, David?

DAVID (frazzled):

Oh, Professor, I didn’t hear you come in. I was just  . . . um speaking to myself to make sense of it all. And I was saying how unjust the fire was.

PROFESSOR (sitting):

Ahhh, yes it was. But it would have claimed one more victim if you weren’t there. Peter is one of my students and you saved his life. I was just here visiting my mother and thought I would check in on you.


Oh, at first I thought you were here to talk about my grades. How is your mother doing?


Slipping, she is slipping very quickly.

DAVID (almost less convincing this time, just checking all his bases before truly giving in to the idea about being a hero):

Oh, I am sorry to hear that. Since you are here, give it to me straight please; I think it was my fault. I could have done things differently. Everyone keeps on telling me that I’m a hero and did everything that I could, but what if they are wrong?


The hero’s dilemma! Which life is worth more? Did he make the right split second choice? Could he have done more? Tell me, David, do you keep on replaying it over and over again in your head?

DAVID nods


Is there a moment when you think you could have done better? Something different that would have made a different outcome?

DAVID nods


Tell the negative committee that meets inside your head to sit down and shut up! You were put in a situation and you reacted to the best of your ability not knowing if you would even make it out alive. You didn’t know the outcome as you do now.

DAVID shifts on his bed, but still intently listening.

You put your own life at risk. You helped others before yourself. You were scared, it was  in the middle of the night, boy, I hope you were more awake than you typically are in my class.

DAVID laughs.

What I’m saying is that you probably weren’t thinking clearly. Yes, you might have made better decisions, but you can’t change that now. Unfortunately, this night will hang on your conscious for the rest of your life. (Pause) Now answer me honestly, do you know who started the fire?

DAVID (calm, then questioning):

I don’t know who started the fire. Is that why you came here, to question me if I started the fire?

PROFESSOR (waves hand as if brushing off the question):

No, No. The police are suggesting arson, but they doubt it was someone from the dorms. The person who started the fire is responsible for the four deaths. Don’t blame yourself that you couldn’t save them from the situation you were all thrown into. Make sense?


So you’re saying that it is not my fault?


David, it is not your fault.

DAVID (reserved):

That is the best explanation I’ve gotten. Thank you.


I know that you and Jimmy were close friends, did he seem different at all to you in the last few days?

DAVID (confused):

What do you mean, Professor?

PROFESSOR (explaining it slowly):

Did he seem more stressed? Was he anxious about anything? Did he tell you at all how he was feeling?

DAVID (even more confused):

No, why? What makes you ask?


Well, Jimmy is a rather stellar student and on his last exam, his name at the top was erased a few times. He knows his own name, right? (Laughs nervously) He did quite poorly on the test even though I thought he understood it well.

DAVID (understanding, but wants to know more):

What are you getting at here?

PROFESSOR (slowly):

The police are thinking arson, but what if Jimmy really . . .

DAVID (putting the pieces together):

What are you saying? (pause) Are you saying that the fire was a suicide? Are you accusing Jimmy of starting that fire?!

PROFESSOR (backing off a little, almost ashamed that he did not see the signs of where Jimmy might be headed):

I am not saying anything, but it’s something to think about. Was there anything at all that just didn’t seem right, David? We need to know if this was supposed to harm others on purpose.

DAVID (turning the situation to help him):

Jimmy always said that he wanted to be remembered, but I never thought it was in this way. (pause) Jimmy was a little angry at me for some reason the past few days which I don’t know why. He always seemed leveled headed though.

PROFESSOR (nodding):

Sometimes people keep the darkest parts of themselves hidden where no one else is allowed to see. Maybe he was really struggling and didn’t let anyone help. His anger might have been the outward signs of him cracking. (sigh)


Wow, I just never thought Jimmy, the nicest guy, would ever do something like that. Thank you for sharing that possibility, Professor.

PROFESSOR (getting ready to leave):

Jimmy had so much potential to do something really good. I — I just think it is so sad that he might have felt helpless in this way.


Yes, so heartbreaking. I think I just need to think it over before I tell anyone about it, if you don’t mind. This is his reputation here, and no one likes to speak ill of the dead.


Yes, yes I agree. Take your time. Get well soon, David. I’ll see you around.

PROFESSOR exits stage left

DAVID sits all alone and then the lights dim and a spotlight is just on him.

DAVID (in his thoughts as a soliloquy):

I reached forward, grabbing his hair, and said, “Justice. This is justice for ruining my future. All you had to do was take the test and write my name on it. I would have graduated and gotten the best job. I would have gotten the perfect wife, had a big house, worn a nice suit. I would have been happy. But instead I am going to be thrown out of college and accused of cheating. All because you chickened out.” I stepped on Jimmy’s fingers with the heel of my foot and whispered, “Sweet Justice.” Jimmy screamed in pain, but anyone would have thought he was screaming for help. I wasn’t worried. Jimmy started coughing really bad from all the thick black smoke. It was then that I knew what I was going to do. Jimmy was beginning to go unconscious, so he was easy to move aside when I reached for the door. The door knob wasn’t hot so it was easy to lock it. I gave it one good kick to make sure it couldn’t break through. Suddenly, all the rage was gone. It felt so good. The fire was getting hotter and hotter and it was harder to breathe. I picked up Peter and carried him out of the dorm.

Lights return to normal.

NURSE enters stage left. She stands a few feet from DAVID.


David, I just have to say what you did was really heroic. I couldn’t  help but overhear that you kept blaming yourself for not saving your friend. Don’t blame yourself.


Oh, I know that now. I think it was just a first reaction. But thank you for the reassurance.


Good. You should feel proud of yourself.


Thank you. I didn’t catch your name by the way.


It’s Mary.


Mary, you seem really nice. You have been so supportive through all this, I really appreciate it.

NURSE (a little shy about it):

Thank you so much, David. (Pause) Once you get everything sorted out, would you ever want to go and get some coffee sometime?

DAVID (surprised but very happy):

That is so sweet of you, Mary. I’d love to.


This is going to be awesome! I mean who wouldn’t want to have coffee with hero?

DAVID smiles.

Lights slowly darken and curtain falls.

This play was performed at Michigan State University Young Playwrights Festival on May 15-16 2016.


Why can we

as a human race

not know what others,

people closest to us

are feeling

or thinking?

Is it because

we don’t observe

close enough?

Or maybe

we have become

such good liars


that no one can?

No one can tell the difference between lies and truths

We’ve got so good at fibbing

not for our own good.

We only show surface level feelings

and not how we are truly doing

On the inside

The insecurities

The fears

The hidden secrets

The things we carry around with us everyday

but mask it


with a smile

or a simple lie in a text


‘Pretty good’ Smiley face!

It’s so easy

to act okay but not truly be

but it is so not worth it.

Which Prompts Another?

Does the secret prompt a lie


does the lie make it a secret?


Information and knowledge

stored in brain cells,

that is what secrets and lies are,






If no good comes from the truth,

does that make lying not bad?

Oh how we twist the rules

to keep ourselves still following ‘the rules’.


Keep the truth hidden,

tell the lie,

you say ‘I did it to protect you’.


When does lying to protect someone

stop being that

and start becoming self-preservation?


If truth be told,

to you – my protected one,

only destruction can come.

Do you want me to tell the truth then?



Continueing in Messy Innocence


Does the secret prompt a lie


does the lie make it a secret?

The Protectors

Supers don’t just protect the innocent from Villains

Supers don’t just save the damsel in distress

Supers don’t just rescue the hostages


They protect their loved ones

by keeping secrets

The heroes save the closest people to them from worries

The Powered-People rescue their family and friends from the potential Villains

All by feeding them falsehood


They feed them easy fibs to slip down their throats

But it gets harder and harder to come up with excuses

and the close friends and family have to chew through the deception

And soon the Capes have to force-feed themselves the untruth to keep on living

To say they are helping the loved ones

by breaking the ninth commandment

That it is better this way


That they haven’t crossed the line that they are fighting against

That they are only protecting the loved ones

Because that’s what Supers do


Just a Feeling

When a secret identity and the hero persona collide

When the meek and mild know something they shouldn’t


When the hero has extra information

Regardless of how

And the matter comes to the amigos of the identity’s attention

All the Supers say, ‘You just need to trust me.’

And yet they can’t muster up enough trust to release their duality

They have courage to rush into a burning building

and stop the Super-Villain

But not enough to tell the ones they love

That they are the face inside the mask

By asking for their trust

The ordinary lie

The Truth

The Trust

The Lie

To keep the mask hidden from the closest people

And for some reason the closest people are closest to the Capes


And so they say ‘I just have a







This is what Clark Kent tells Lois Lane

This is what Matt Murdock tells Foggy Nelson

This is what Barry Allen tells Iris West

This is what Peter Parker tells Mary Jane Watson

This is what I tell you

Truthfully, I lie

  • Truly, I tell you.
  • Believe me when I say this.
  • It’s True
  • Don’t you understand?!
  • I’m not lying
  • I will not lie to you.
  • My big bad black lie, is the truth.
  • Why should I tell the truth.
  • Have I ever spoken anything but the truth?
  • The words that leave my mouth are not false.
  • I will not ever cross you.
  • It’s . . . it’s all true . . .
  • Trust me!
  • You don’t deserve the truth!
  • I will not lie to you, again.
  • Please . . . I’m begging you . . . trust me, trust in me.
  • Trust, that’s all I need you to do.
  • “Truth,” HIT ” IS,” PUNCHNOT,” KICKIN” STABMY” shots firedNATUre . . .”
  • Believe in me, please, trust in me.
  • All I ask is trust.
  • It’s true, if not . . . death will claim us her treasure.
  • Trust, that is all I NEED you to do.
  • Trust not in me, but of the one who spoke them to me; he died to tell.
  • It’s the complete . . . the complete truth.
  • Belief is not trust, but what you speak of is true.
  • Is it true?
  • Do I believe in the prophecy of what you speak?
  • Truth . . .
  • Life is full of lies, but this is not one.
  • Never again, will I lie to you.
  • I don’t trust him, but truly I tell you, it’s the truth.
  • I do not preach false teachings.
  • This is the only time I will tell the truth to the likes of you, scum!
  • My word is truth.
  • “All that,” he waves his hands signifying what he just told, “was a lie; this is the truth, but it can never be told.”
  • This is true as it is true that I love you.
  • Truth is what I am speaking of.
  • Verily, I say unto ye.
  • “The truth, will be told in time,” he says jumping over the ledge, “but today is not that day!”
  • Why do you think what I say is the truth?
  • All that I am . . . all that I am meant to be . . . comes together at this point in time; it’s the truth, and I accept it.
  • I will die for the truth.
  • The trust is the saddest thing in the world, truly I tell you.
  • Not a lie.
  • I will not lie to you anymore.
  • What is the truth anymore?
  • Lies ARE the truth, but in disguises; truly I tell you.
  • The opposite of truth . . . is what my life consists of life.
  • Why tell the truth?
  • Truth, did I not tell you already?!
  • Lying is so much more imaginative, why ever tell the truth . . .
  • Whole truth?
  • Truth is . . . I lie.
  • I tried to tell the truth once, it almost got me killed.
  • Are you lying?
  • If you read between my lines of lies, you will find my truth.
  • Where does one even begin to tell the truth, when all they’ve done is lie?
  • We all lie . . . our perceptive is a lie to someone else’s truth.
  • Once upon a time, I use to tell the truth, and then came happily ever after of me lying.
  • Lying is just a better version of the truth.
  •  I’m dying, truly I tell you.
  • Why do you lie?
  • I’m not lying anymore!
  • Am I lying?
  • What good has the truth ever gotten you?
  • Truly I tell you, it’s HOT in the desert.
  • Why tell ME the truth?
  • I’m living . . . that’s a lie.
  • What is truth?
  • I don’t know how to tell the truth.
  • Do I deserve the truth?
  • Why do you lie to me?
  • Truth is not an option.
  • When do I have to tell the truth?
  • The truth is . . . no, the lie is –
  • Life’s great lie is believing in the truth.