The Creepy Corpse of Cal Capone
by D. M. Larson
Copyright (c) 1998
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Big City during the Prohibition Era
Cast of Characters
Ruth "REMMY" Remmington: Club owner.
PETE: Drunk patron who is actually a secret agent. (also plays PRIEST)
FLO and JOE: Patrons and friends of REMMY.
BETH: A patron who also plays a trick on
SAM and SALLY: Other patrons.
SIMON: Confused customer.
KID: Another confused customer.
COP: A police officer who comes to check out the club.
The BOSS: Cal Capone is the owner of club who makes life difficult for Remmy.
CHARLIE: Quiet piano player.
(4-10 female, 2-8 male, 12 total)
The play can be done as a melodrama or a light-hearted
comedy. The audience
(Various people are gathered in a club talking, drinking, and enjoying themselves. Everyone is dressed casually except for REMMY who wears a nice, white dress. The center of attention is FLO and JOE, who are arm wrestling)
JOE: (Straining) you give up yet?
FLO: (Relaxed) What's the matter, Joe? Tired.
JOE: No way.
BETH: Any more bets? Flo's looking tired.
JOE: I've got you now.
SAM: Twenty more dollars on Joe!
FLO: How much we got, Beth?
BETH: That makes two hundred dollars for the winner.
FLO: (Slams down joe's arm) That's enough.
BETH: (Kisses money) Come to mommy!
SAM: You cheated us!
SALLY: That ain't fair. We want our money back.
BETH: A bet's a bet.
SAM: (Pulls a gun) And a gun's a gun.
SAM over the head. He falls)
(Picks up gun like it's a dirty
SALLY: (Slaps his face) Sam? Sam?
Speak to me.
SAM: Sure I'm okay. What did you say your name was?
SALLY: Oh, Sam. You're gonna make me cry.
SAM: What happened?
FLO: Well, you see. Beth was returning your money and you
dropped it on the floor under the table. You were reaching for your money and
then you hit your head. That's when this guy grabbed your money and ran out the
SAM: I'll kill him!
(SAM runs out angrily)
JOE: Nice story.
JOE: I need a drink.
PETE: (Drunk) Ya' know. I knew Elliot Ness.
BETH: Yes, Pete. We know. We've heard the story a million times.
PETE: And I was... an Untouchable.
FLO: And you've been that way ever since. Untouchable.
BETH: If only he was "unsmellable" too.
PETE: Without me, they'd never have gotten Al Capone.
FLO: I wouldn't brag about that. His younger brother owns this club.
PETE: Cal Capone owns this place?
PETE: You mean... I'm drinking Capone whiskey?
BETH: Yeap, you're supporting the family you tried to put away.
PETE: Yeah, well, I'll show him. I'm
an honorary officer of the law. I'll take him and his whole gang in. I'll...
FLO: Looks like he's had a little too
BETH: Throw a blanket over him and call him a chair.
(They do and go off to visit with JOE. There's a knock at the door: shave and a haircut)
REMMY: It's the secret password.
Open the door.
JOE: Who are you?
(Everyone looks nervous and the odd SIMON)
SIMON: Simon. Sim
SIMON: The sign outside said, "Pete Pickled Pig Toes." Is this where I can get some pickled pig toes?
REMMY: Well, not exactly.
SIMON: You're out of business.
SIMON: You're not...
SIMON: This isn't...
SIMON: An illegal operation.
REMMY: Oh, please, sir. Please don't tell.
SIMON: But my young lady, as a loyal citizen of this wonderful nation...
(REMMY pulls out sam's gun)
REMMY: Good choice.
SIMON: Can I ask one thing?
REMMY: (Puts away gun) Sorry. Bad choice of words.
SIMON: Why is a nice gal like you running a bad place like this?
REMMY: It's a long story. It all starts will my poor old grandmother...
SIMON: She's ill?
REMMY: No, she's dead. And she left me my poor, sick grandfather to care for...
SIMON: Alone? Without any help?
REMMY: My mother helped for a time. But then they both got sick and died and left my father to care for all us kids.
SIMON: So you're helping your father?
REMMY: (Now she's in tears) And now I'm left alone to care for my poor brothers and sisters. All twenty-seven of them,
REMMY: Some are adopted.
SIMON: Of course.
REMMY: (Sobbing) There's Ricky and Jimmy and Sandy and...
SIMON: Okay, well I'm sorry to be
SIMON: Perhaps you can
introduce me some time. Gotta go. Bye.
FLO: You okay, Remmy?
REMMY: (Sobs) Is he gone yet?
REMMY: (Stops crying) Then I'm fine.
BETH: Do you really have twenty-seven brothers and sisters?
REMMY: Give or take a few. It's so hard to keep track of them. If only I didn't have to work all the time.
(Knock at door: shave and a haircut)
JOE: It�s the secret knock. I'll get it.
KID: You got any pickled
JOE: You've got to change that password.
FLO: So what's on the schedule tonight?
BETH: Yeah, we want some entertainment.
REMMY: I was hoping you wouldn't ask.
FLO: Where's the band?
JOE: Where's the singer?
REMMY: Quiet! I have something special planned tonight.
PETE: Drinks on the house?
FLO: Yeap, they're up on the roof, Pete.
PETE: Okay! (Runs out)
REMMY: I have a contest for ya'. First prize: $ 100.
JOE: I'm in. What do I got to do?
BETH: A striptease.
JOE: (Starts to strip) Whatever you say.
BETH: It was a joke!
FLO: Put back on your clothes before you scare away the customers.
REMMY: It's a talent contest. (Blank stares)
FLO: What's the matter? Couldn't you find a real person to entertain us?
REMMY: Come on. It'll be fun.
JOE: About as much fan as sticking a fork up my nose.
FLO: Isn't that your special talent Joe?
PETE: (reenters) There wasn't nothing up there.
FLO: Gee, Pete. I don't know what happened.
REMMY: Who will entertain us first?
PETE: I'll do it.
PETE: For your information, I was a talented actor in my day. Did some real serious theatre at one time.
BETH: Bet you really knocked 'em
PETE: Go ahead and laugh. Once you
hear me sing you'll be sorry.
PETE: (To CHARLIE, who is sleeping at the piano) Maestro? Ready?
(CHARLIE nods, pretending to
(PETE passes out on the floor. JOE, FLO, and BETH applaud)
BETH: Encore', encore'
(PETE is dragged off)
REMMY: Anyone else?
JOE: No one could top that.
FLO: You're turn, Remmy. Show up how it's done.
REMMY: Me? Oh, no. I don't...
BETH: If you will, we will.
FLO: Cross our hearts...
JOE: (Aside) And hope you die.
(Whispers song to CHARLIE)
SONG: "You are my sunshine."
REMMY: How was it?
FLO: I never knew such music was possible.
BETH: I was moved.
REMMY: Who's next?
BETH: Me, me. It's my turn. I'm next.
REMMY: Okay. What are you going to sing?
BETH: It's a little something I just made up, but I think it will catch on and be sung for many years to come.
JOE: Start already.
BETH: Okay. Here goes. It's the song that never ends. It goes
and on and on my
JOE: Make her stop.
REMMY: Beth. Oh, Beth. Time's up. Beth.
FLO: Maybe if you give her the hundred-dollar prize, she'll stop.
REMMY: Okay, here. Just stop.
BETH: (Stops) Thank you.
FLO: The winner!
PETE: (Wakes) What's that? Did I win?
FLO: No, Pete. But it was close.
REMMY: (Helps him into chair) There you go.
PETE: I need another drink.
REMMY: I think you've had enough.
PETE: I'm not drunk. I'm just pretending. I'm under cover you know.
JOE: And pretty soon you'll be under the table.
(Knock at door)
REMMY: Quick everyone. To your places.
(Everyone rushes around and hides liquor and changed gambling for checkers, etc. Jars of pickles are set out)
JOE: (More knocking) That
sounds like a cop knocking.
REMMY: Care for any pickled pig toes?
REMMY: It must be the stuff we pickle
with. People often make that mistake.
REMMY: Oh, he's in charge of... tasting the pickling juice... to make sure it's the right mixture.
COP: You sure that's safe.
REMMY: He isn't dead is he?
COP: (Pokes him) I don't know. I can't tell.
REMMY: Trust me, he's fine.
up jar) These look like pickles.
REMMY: Isn't that amazing? That's
what happens when you pickle pigs' feet.
COP: Well, what do you know?
REMMY: Amazing, isn't it?
COP: I do have to go. Sorry to disturb you.
REMMY: Don't mention it. Bye.
(Pushes him out door and closes it)
(Everyone starts changing back again)
COP: (Opens door) I just wanted to say...
REMMY: (Tries to close door on him. Everyone is frantic) What's that?
COP: If you ever need anything, give me a call...
REMMY: Okay, thank you.
(Pushes him out and shuts door)
(They start to change back and then
there's another knock)
JOE: No, Remmy!
REMMY: (Opens door and points gun) Now look here!
JOE: Back about your business. It's the Boss.
(They greet him warmly)
REMMY: You can't mean it.
REMMY: But what will I do? This club is my life. And my family... Little Joey, little Timmy, little Tommy....
(Picks up a chair and throws it)
(He rips up a napkin)
And you know what happens to people who walk into someone else's club. They don't walk anymore.
FLO: Okay. We got the point.
PETE: You don't need this guy, Remmy. You can get along just fine without him.
PETE: What's that?
REMMY: Contract with the devil.
FLO: You can't hold her to that can you?
REMMY: I gave my word...
REMMY: Oh, no. Not section 2. Anything but section 2.
FLO: What's section 2?
REMMY: I'm not sure I remember.
FLO: That can't be legal!
REMMY: (Pleads) Without this club, my family will be thrown out into the street. I can't make enough money making whiskey for you. I know I'm not making the kind of money you're used to but the prices you're charging...
REMMY: Give me one more month...
REMMY: I'll do anything to keep this club open.
FLO: Think about that one carefully, Remmy.
FLO: Fine, fine. Anything you say, Boss.
(Laughs evilly again and heads for
door. He runs into PETE)
PETE: Sorry, there big guy. Didn't see you.
(Brushes him off)
FLO: What you are thinking, Remmy?! You can't many him.
REMMY: It's the only way to help my family.
BETH: There's got to be a better way.
PETE: I know a way...
FLO: Shut up, Pete. This is serious.
PETE: Fine, then I won't tell you the secret weakness of the Capones.
JOE: You're so full of it, Pete.
PETE: Fine, I won't help.
REMMY: Please, Pete. I'm desperate.
PETE: Nope, I'll only help if they apologize.
REMMY: Would you all say you're sorry?
FLO: No way.
BETH: Forget it.
REMMY: Please, do it for me.
FLO: Fine. Sorry, Pete.
JOE and BETH: Sony.
PETE: That wasn't a real sorry.
FLO: Oh, come on.
PETE: I want a good one.
JOE: This is stupid.
PETE: I want the best darn apology anyone has ever heard.
BETH: Come on, Pete.
PETE: I want an apology! Apology, apology.
REMMY: Please, guys.
(FLO, BETH, and JOE sigh and look at
FLO, BETH, JOE: (Together) We are so
sorry, Pete. We are more sorry than words can say. We
are more sorry than people can be sorry. We...
PETE: Okay, okay. I get the point. Don't rub it in.
(PETE clears his throat and passes
REMMY: Get some coffee. The good stuff
BETH: He's coming around.
REMMY: Thank goodness.
PETE: What happened?
FLO: You passed out.
PETE: Where am I?
BETH: This is useless.
REMMY: Please, Pete. You've got to help me.
PETE: Remmy? Remmy, is that you, my love?
FLO: My love?
REMMY: Pete, please. Not here.
BETH: What's going on?
(JOE returns with coffee)
PETE: Oh, sorry. I think I've blown my cover.
PETE: I'm Secret Agent Pete Eagle. Untouchable division.
JOE: No way.
mean you were pretending all this time?
PETE: I was.
PETE: It was all for Remmy. At
first I came in here undercover, trying to get enough dirt to put
(REMMY and PETE join hands)
REMMY: You've discovered me in the middle of my worst nightmare.
PETE: I hope I can turn this into your most wonderful dream.
FLO: But, but...
BETH: I can't believe it.
JOE: I didn't know you had it in you, Pete.
Pete. What can we do? Do you think we can really get
PETE: I don't know. I really need more time, but time is something we don't have.
FLO: What can you do?
PETE: For starters, we now have this.
REMMY: My contract!
FLO: How did you...?
PETE: I lifted it from him when I ran into him as he was leaving.
JOE: Way to go!
REMMY: You've saved me.
PETE: But we
still have to catch
FLO: How are we going to do that?
PETE: Remmy's going to have to marry him.
REMMY: You can't mean it. You can't. I thought you.
PETE: You must. It's the only way.
REMMY: But I don't love him. I love you.
PETE: We must all make sacrifices.
REMMY: Oh, Pete.
(She runs out crying)
FLO: That was mean.
PETE: I have
to let her think she has to marry
PETE: Because my plan won't work otherwise.
JOE: So you have a plan?
PETE: Yes, and you three can help me.
(They huddle as the lights fade to black)
(Lights come up slightly on
REMMY: At least my friends are here.
JOE: Didn't you get a cake?
(They are quiet again)
FLO: You didn't get a bouquet?
PRIEST: (PETE in disguise, though hopefully audience can't
tell either) Hello, my children. (
PRIEST: I understand, my son.
FLO: Yeah, a horror show.
PRIEST: Are we ready? Let us begin. Love goes back to the beginning of time...
PRIEST: The short version?
PRIEST: Well, we must a few things straight first.
PRIEST: Do you love this woman?
(Slaps her on the rear)
PRIEST: Do you love this man?
REMMY: I most certainly...
PRIEST: I can not perform the ceremony pointing a gun at the bride.
PRIEST: I suppose I could do it then.
PRIEST: Do you, Cal
GHOST: Cal Capone.
FLO: I don't hear anything.
(Motions to REMMY to play along)
PRIEST: Shall we continue?
GHOST: Get out of here!
PRIEST: Do you Cal Capone...
GHOST: Cal Capone...
PRIEST: Take this woman...
GHOST: Kill this woman...
(The other back off as GHOST approaches)
GHOST: I've come for you, Cal!
GHOST: You must pay!
PRIEST: Are you okay, my son?
FLO: We can't see anything.
JOE: Who are you talking to?
JOE: You're nuts, man.
GHOST: I have come to drive you nuts!
GHOST: I will be with you every day of your life.
GHOST: I will be never leave you.
GHOST: You must never marry again!
GHOST: You must never ruin a woman's life like you ruined mine.
REMMY: You mean it?
GHOST: Tell her you mean it!
GHOST: Now tell her she can keep the club.
GHOST: And you'll never bug her again!
GHOST: Promise her!
GHOST: Now go! Go! Go!
REMMY: You did it!
FLO: Look at him run.
JOE: And the cops are waiting for him around the corner too.
REMMY: Did Pete call the police?
FLO: Pete thought this whole thing up.
did you get a priest to cooperate?
FLO: He's a friend of a friend.
REMMY: Oh, father. I don't know how
to thank you.
PRIEST: I can think of a way.
PRIEST: Mother. (Kisses her again. Unmasks himself) Surprise!
PETE: You're safe now, Remmy. I don't think Cal will be bothering you anymore.
REMMY: Oh, thank you, Pete. How can I ever repay you?
PETE: I'm sure I'll think of something.
(They kiss again and lights fade to black)
END OF PLAY
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