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My Film Noir Monologue..decided to go all out on this one and recreate that film noir essence. I got this Monologue in my first year of acting in NY by an acting coach, who was working with my manager, at the time. It was so long ago -that I do not remember the coache's name -I believe he wrote this, and I thank him cuz it is a great piece of work. I have been involve with this for over a decade. My apologies for not remembering his name. But for now it will be by Anonymous.
Monologue by: Anonymous
What is happening in the Monologue:
Taking place in the 1930āsā¦Josephine is confessing to the Murder of Lucky Dorio, a mobster who shot and killed her father right in front of her and her mother on her 10th birthday. This is her revenge.
Monologue:
Iām not sorry for anything I did. Donāt look at me that way - Listen, I know what I amā¦.but I wasnāt always so bad. Believe it or not! - oh! You may find it hard to swallow, but hereās one for youā¦My Dad worked for Your Outfit. Yeah. A Cop. My father was a flatfoot. He was croaked by the Mob when I was ten.
Ma and Me were crossing Elm Street and he was coming toward us. It was a Thursday. Iāll never forget it. I can still see him smilinā now. He always got paid on Thursday-oh you boys know that! Is it still Thursdays? Go to the bank, put half of it away for rent. Give 10 bucks to the bookie, then buy your kid a candy bar and your wife a pair of panties. Except on that particular Thursday it happened to be my birthday. And he was crossing Elm Street with a big box tied up with a pink ribbon. That Dolly I wantedā¦ Oh! I had my heart set on it for Weeks. After they got him, the box was full of bullet holes - the dollā¦funny thing wasā¦it wasnāt touched.
The papers said my Dad had thirty one bullets in him. And my Mom and I just stood there in the corner and watched. Frozenā¦.just couldnāt believe it.
But that dollā¦didnāt get touched - not a single bullet. I threw it in the trash that nightā¦
So sure I killed Lucky Dorio - Iād do it again too, if I had the chanceā¦.the bastard ruined my tenth birthday and ever since then, itās been downhill.
Monologue by: Anonymous
What is happening in the Monologue:
Taking place in the 1930āsā¦Josephine is confessing to the Murder of Lucky Dorio, a mobster who shot and killed her father right in front of her and her mother on her 10th birthday. This is her revenge.
Monologue:
Iām not sorry for anything I did. Donāt look at me that way - Listen, I know what I amā¦.but I wasnāt always so bad. Believe it or not! - oh! You may find it hard to swallow, but hereās one for youā¦My Dad worked for Your Outfit. Yeah. A Cop. My father was a flatfoot. He was croaked by the Mob when I was ten.
Ma and Me were crossing Elm Street and he was coming toward us. It was a Thursday. Iāll never forget it. I can still see him smilinā now. He always got paid on Thursday-oh you boys know that! Is it still Thursdays? Go to the bank, put half of it away for rent. Give 10 bucks to the bookie, then buy your kid a candy bar and your wife a pair of panties. Except on that particular Thursday it happened to be my birthday. And he was crossing Elm Street with a big box tied up with a pink ribbon. That Dolly I wantedā¦ Oh! I had my heart set on it for Weeks. After they got him, the box was full of bullet holes - the dollā¦funny thing wasā¦it wasnāt touched.
The papers said my Dad had thirty one bullets in him. And my Mom and I just stood there in the corner and watched. Frozenā¦.just couldnāt believe it.
But that dollā¦didnāt get touched - not a single bullet. I threw it in the trash that nightā¦
So sure I killed Lucky Dorio - Iād do it again too, if I had the chanceā¦.the bastard ruined my tenth birthday and ever since then, itās been downhill.