THE ZOMBIES WALK AMONG US by Brian Kral (Excerpts May Be
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THE ZOMBIES WALK AMONG US By Brian Kral (Excerpts may be used royalty free for auditions.) AUDITION 1- for 2 w and 2 flex In this scene, Alanis comes closer to learning what happened to her sister. (AT RISE: ALANIS walks the street on her way back to her tent. In an area near the tent compound, two SPORTS FANS struggle to listen to SFX: a soccer game through the static from a beat-up boombox.) FIRST SPORTS FAN: (To no one in particular.) My father told me he was never more alive than when Manno Sanon kicked the winning goal against Italia in the ‘74 Coupe du Monde. (As ALANIS approaches, SFX: the static grows, and the radio reception goes out.) SECOND SPORTS FAN: Cheap piece of junk. (HE fiddles with the dials, without success. Both FANS stop to stare at ALANIS as she passes in front of them, their expressions suddenly vacant and lifeless. Pause. She notices and begins to walk faster. When she is past them, the arms of both Sports Fans fly up, their expressions still vacant, staring straight ahead where they first saw Alanis.) BOTH SPORTS FANS: (In dead voices.) Sco-o-ore! (SFX: Immediately the game returns, and THEY scoop up the boombox and exit, animated. Outside their tent, DAPHNE is crouched by a small barbecue grill.) ALANIS: (Surprised.) Mom. You’re here. I thought you had to go back to the clinic. DAPHNE: (Stirring something in a worn pot.) I did. But then I decided we should eat together. ALANIS: How come? DAPHNE: I was already feeling lightheaded. Then, as I began to experience an out of body episode—floating above myself and all of my patients— I knew it was indeed time for some protein and relaxation. And the company of my charming daughter, of course. (Smiles.) The food is almost ready. ALANIS: Are you okay? DAPHNE: I have absolutely no doubt that I’m as fit as a fiddle. But Dr. Plantain thought I needed a good night’s rest and sent me home early. With a mild prescription sedative. (Takes a small pill bottle from her pocket and shakes it.) We’ll see if I take it! (Putting it back, SHE reaches out her hand.) Would you hand me those plates? ALANIS: (Passes her some disposable picnic plates.) What are we having? DAPHNE: (Dishing up the food.) The height of Haitian haute cuisine. Red beans and rice, with a dash of week-old sweet pork thrown in to give it some zing. Imagine it grilled over coals in a converted steel drum. That way you get a little night music with your meal. (SHE taps her fork against the side of the grill.) ALANIS: (Taking a plate from HER.) As a physician, you ought to know better. DAPHNE: (Doing her best Groucho Marx impression.) “As a physician, I ought to know a lot of things.” Bon appétit. (Sits in a chair and begins eating.) ALANIS: (Staring.) Where is my mother and what have you done with her? DAPHNE: What do you mean? ALANIS: Daphne Ducette would never make jokes like that. DAPHNE: (Approximating an imprecise Haitian accent.) No, dat doctor—she a very serious woman. She don’t butter her bread with her machete. ALANIS: (Agreeing.) Or spread her cheese with a scalpel. DAPHNE: How did you know about the cheese? ALANIS: There’s still a dab on your upper lip. DAPHNE: (Appalled.) There is not! (Frantically wipes HER face with a paper napkin.) ALANIS: (Amused.) Don’t worry, Mom. You didn’t go through your rounds with cheese on your face. (DAPHNE stops, still wondering how Alanis knew.) The evidence is on the ground, next to the tent. DAPHNE: (Retrieving the container.) I would have cleaned that up. ALANIS: I know you would have. You’re very responsible. DAPHNE: Thank you. (Impulsively squirts some cheese into HER own mouth, then holds out the can.) Would you like a little? ALANIS: No, thank you. (DAPHNE returns to her seat, and THEY eat quietly for a moment.) ALANIS: (Cont’d.) By the way? That was about the worst accent I’ve ever heard. You sounded Jamaican. DAPHNE: (With an elevated English dialect.) Yes, well, that’s why I had to give up my studies at the Royal Academy, I suppose, and a promising career in the West End, to take up the practice of medicine. ALANIS: Any regrets? DAPHNE: (With conviction, in her natural voice.) None whatsoever. If I hadn’t become a doctor, I wouldn’t have come to Haiti. If I hadn’t have come to Haiti, I wouldn’t’ve met your father. Actually, I may have regrets about that (Tips HER head, considering this.) but nothing that won’t heal with time. And how was your father today, by the way? ALANIS: (As THEY eat.) Strange as ever! DAPHNE: I am not the least surprised. But, to resume: If I hadn’t met your father, I most certainly would not have had you. And, so. No regrets. Case closed. ALANIS: What about Camilla? (Pause. DAPHNE inhales and breathes out a deep sigh.) DAPHNE: Why is everyone asking about your poor deceased sister today? (SHE looks at ALANIS, and sets aside her plate, answering sincerely.) I have no regrets about having Camilla. She was a beautiful child. But I do suffer deeply over what happened to her. ALANIS: What did happen? You and Dad sent me away. And no one has ever said why. DAPHNE: (With a sudden, unexpected anger.) Well, for one thing, this whole damn country was falling to pieces…and that had nothing to do with your sister! ALANIS: (Patiently.) I know about that, Mom. I read Dad’s old articles. All very enlightening. But no one, not you or Dad or Grammy or Grampa, ever explained what happened to Camilla. (Pause. DAPHNE stands, struggling with how to begin.) DAPHNE: It was a very difficult time. Each day, we were inundated with fresh victims of all the political violence sweeping across Haiti. It was the closest thing to an ER I’ve ever seen. Until the earthquake, of course. I mention this because…if it hadn’t been so…chaotic, so…crazy down at the clinic…perhaps I may have noticed sooner. AUDITION 2- for 1 m, 4 w In this scene, Chantal tries to help her sister and Alanis learns about zombies. ALANIS: (Speaking loudly.) Hello? Ti Marie? I was sent to you with— (SFX: A second flash of lightning and almost immediate thunder interrupts HER, making her flinch. The drums beating below her in the hounfour also grow louder.) TI MARIE: (Voice noticeably amplified.) What problem have you brought me, child? ALANIS: (Over the storm and the drums.) I was told you can help me. I believe my sister is a zombie. TI MARIE: And what makes you think such a thing? ALANIS: (Still through the door.) I saw her in a dream, walking with the dead. And then she appeared to me, warning me. TI MARIE: (Trying to frighten her.) It is not for everyone to walk the path of darkness! The loa punish those who call on them without conviction. ALANIS: But I need your help! Won’t you talk to me? (SFX: Another flash of lightning scares HER, followed by thunder, rainfall begins and continues until noted below. Alanis leans closer to the door.) ALANIS: (Cont’d.) It’s beginning to rain. Can’t I come in? TI MARIE: Turn back, child! Return to your own people! ALANIS: I brought you the centimes! Please let me in! (SFX: The drums continue to pound out their beat. Long pause. The door swings slowly, and ALANIS steps through the doorway. Below, the HOUNGAN and other PEOPLE at the vodou ceremony huddle together under the tonnelle. The Houngan looks up at the rain, smiling.) HOUNGAN: (Trying to hold the crowd, speaking to the audience.) Brothers and sisters! Tonight we come together in a communion of faith and feeling. We bring peace and joy to our people because we throw off our worries and our problems. (HE nods to the crowd, grinning confidently.) This rain don’t hurt nothing! Houngan Bossuet know how to stop the rain. (SFX: The drumbeat stops. SINETTE and the VODOU DANCER assist the HOUNGAN in setting up the props for his theatrical ceremony to stop the rain. PRODUCTION NOTE: If practical, action in the two settings should be visible simultaneously. Above, inside the MAMBO’S HUT, a match flares to life. TI MARIE lights a single bright candle. She turns to face Alanis.) ALANIS: (Shocked.) Dr. Plantain? (MARIE nods and moves about the hut lighting other candles with the larger one.) MARIE: Are you surprised? ALANIS: A little. MARIE: Wondering why an educated woman like myself would moonlight as a conjure wife—a Mambo—in a run- down hut with a thatched roof? (ALANIS nods.) Some people, you might call them primitive people, only respond to help when they believe it’s supernatural. So if I can convince a poor family that their child should be given a few extra vitamins or inoculated against measles, just by talking vodou or saying the spirits want them to do this…then it is worth it. ALANIS: So you don’t believe in vodou. MARIE: Oh, I didn’t say that! (Smiles and sets her large candle up on a shelf.) (SFX: A low drumbeat. The HOUNGAN is handed a dark reddish colored rock and holds it up for the audience to see.) HOUNGAN: (Conjuring for the crowd.) I take this sacred stone—a pierre tonnerre—and I put it on the ground to strike it with my machete.