Post by MJ Ferruzza on Apr 21, 2008 18:18:16 GMT -5
You Can't Turn a Blind Eye
A play by
M.J. Ferruzza
www.actindy.com/Mike
(c) 2008 Creative Talent Workshop
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If you are going to tell a lie... at least make it a whopper!
The following is a dramatization of the supposed 1995 Bosnia incident...
Any resemblance to a living person/s, place or event is both purely intentional and fictional!
(Action takes place in a mock military cargo plane.
The time is 11:00 am. The place is a plane above Bosnia. The year is 1995.)
Characters:
The First Lady
2 Pilots
Chelsea
(Lights come up on the thingypit of the Cargo Plane. Radio broadcast is overheard.)
AFCargo1: Bosnia Green Base? This is Momma Bird!
Bosnia Green Base? What is your status? Over!
(From Radio)
BGB: This is Green Base! We are under heavy fire. Please be instructed to change course. I repeat...
be instructed to change heading to 3-7 niner... Situation status here is red hot. Over?
AFCargo Pilot: (Over intercom) Excuse me...This is the Captain!
I'm afraid we have a situation down below.
We have been instructed by the base command to...
(From back of the plane)
First Lady: What? What is this? Get me to that thingypit!
There is no time to waste. No time to waste at all!
(To Chelsea) Follow me!
(Gawky teen follows)
Chelsea: Mom! I think it is best if we stay seated and let them fly out of...
First Lady: Don't call me "Mom"! I told you when we are in a war zone to use our code names!
Chelsea: Yes, M'am...er... Madam Blind Eye!
First Lady: Very good, Gawky Teen...now follow me to that thingypit!
(They head to front of plane. Plane shakes to the sound of gun flak.)
Pilot: I'm afraid it may not be safe up here...er...Madam Blind Eye.
I suggest you return to your seat back in the specially armored part of the fuselage.
First Lady: I'm sorry Captain! But I can't have that!
I don't want to pull rank on you, but we are going to land this plane!
C0-Pilot: You have a rank?
First Lady: Captain! I will take the controls. Please step out.
Gawky Teen... Take over the radio.
(Captain and co-pilot exit thingypit)
Chelsea: Mother..er..Blind Eye...are you sure? I've never worked anything but a
Walkman before...
First Lady: Well then consider it trial by fire. We are landing this sucker!
(From Radio)
BGB: Momma Bird? Our radar reports that you have not made the course correction.
Did you get our last heading? Over!
Chelsea: Someone's talking to us? Where is the condenser microphone on this thing?
First Lady: (Grabbing headset) Give me that thing! I'll take the horn!
Bosnia Green Base! This is Blind Eye..Over!
BGB: (After a pause) Oh crap! Yes! Blind Eye!
How are you this morning? Over!
First Lady: Well to tell you the truth... it is 11 hundred hours and I am seem to be getting
a craving for a little Bosnian vinaigrette on my luncheon salad. But I have one problem! Over!
BGB: What is that Ma'am? Over!
First Lady: I am not on the ground eating it! Now you scramble those F-14s right now
and clear those hills around the base. I will keep this bird aloft for 10 more minutes...
and after we land...if I hear one little crackle of noise ...
I mean any noise ...after I step off this crate..heads will roll! Do you get me? Over!
BGB: Madam Blind Eye..be instructed that the birds are in the air.. and the carpet sweeper has been switched on! Over!
First Lady: Ground base? I have the leech corps with me.
Please be advised to follow these instructions...
1. When we land I want quiet.
2. I want flowers.
3. I want a young local girl to escort Gawky Teen and I to the luncheon.
and…
4. I want no mention of my having to pull rank and take over the situation from up here.
These are good men. They have my utmost trust.
I want this all on the "qt"! Do you copy? Over!
BGB: Pull rank? Er.. Yes! Madam Blind Eye!
Everything will be taken care of as per your instructions. Over and out!
Chelsea: Yay Mom! er... Madam Blind...
First Lady: It's alright, Dear! "Mom" will be fine! Now let's go back to our seats
and put some make-up on that face of yours before we land!
Captain. This bird is all yours.
(Pilots return to thingypit. First Lady and Chelsea head back to their seats)
Chelsea: But I am wearing make-up... Oh, Mother. You always do this to me.
(She runs off to back of plane to sob.)
(thingypit returns to normal.)
First Lady: (To reporters/audience) Good news gentlemen... and ladies...of the press,
we are about to land and have lunch! I don't know about anyone else,
but I just love a good Bosnian vinaigrette, doesn't just about everybody?...
(She freezes in a laughter pose.)
Lights dim to the sound of a plane landing and flash fires off in the distance
~ Finis
You Can't Turn a Blind Eye
© 2008 MJ Ferruzza/Creative Talent Workshop
www.creativetalentworkshop.com
You Can't Turn a Blind Eye
By MJ Ferruzza
© 2008 MJ Ferruzza/Creative Talent Workshop
www.creativetalentworkshop.com
Michael J. Ferruzza is a professional actor/writer/director as well
as an accredited coach and counselor to talent all across the country.
He is the Managing Director of
The Creative Talent Workshop
www.creativetalentworkshop.com
You can find out more about him here:
www.actindy.com/Mike
His mailing address is
P.O. Box 30472
Indianapolis, IN 46230
Email:
home@creativetalentworkshop.com
Phone:
(317) 466-4100
You Can't Turn a Blind Eye is a parody.
Mr. Ferruzza has no political affiliation or aspirations.
For more parodies visit:
www.actindy.com/Movies
A play by
M.J. Ferruzza
www.actindy.com/Mike
(c) 2008 Creative Talent Workshop
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If you are going to tell a lie... at least make it a whopper!
The following is a dramatization of the supposed 1995 Bosnia incident...
Any resemblance to a living person/s, place or event is both purely intentional and fictional!
(Action takes place in a mock military cargo plane.
The time is 11:00 am. The place is a plane above Bosnia. The year is 1995.)
Characters:
The First Lady
2 Pilots
Chelsea
(Lights come up on the thingypit of the Cargo Plane. Radio broadcast is overheard.)
AFCargo1: Bosnia Green Base? This is Momma Bird!
Bosnia Green Base? What is your status? Over!
(From Radio)
BGB: This is Green Base! We are under heavy fire. Please be instructed to change course. I repeat...
be instructed to change heading to 3-7 niner... Situation status here is red hot. Over?
AFCargo Pilot: (Over intercom) Excuse me...This is the Captain!
I'm afraid we have a situation down below.
We have been instructed by the base command to...
(From back of the plane)
First Lady: What? What is this? Get me to that thingypit!
There is no time to waste. No time to waste at all!
(To Chelsea) Follow me!
(Gawky teen follows)
Chelsea: Mom! I think it is best if we stay seated and let them fly out of...
First Lady: Don't call me "Mom"! I told you when we are in a war zone to use our code names!
Chelsea: Yes, M'am...er... Madam Blind Eye!
First Lady: Very good, Gawky Teen...now follow me to that thingypit!
(They head to front of plane. Plane shakes to the sound of gun flak.)
Pilot: I'm afraid it may not be safe up here...er...Madam Blind Eye.
I suggest you return to your seat back in the specially armored part of the fuselage.
First Lady: I'm sorry Captain! But I can't have that!
I don't want to pull rank on you, but we are going to land this plane!
C0-Pilot: You have a rank?
First Lady: Captain! I will take the controls. Please step out.
Gawky Teen... Take over the radio.
(Captain and co-pilot exit thingypit)
Chelsea: Mother..er..Blind Eye...are you sure? I've never worked anything but a
Walkman before...
First Lady: Well then consider it trial by fire. We are landing this sucker!
(From Radio)
BGB: Momma Bird? Our radar reports that you have not made the course correction.
Did you get our last heading? Over!
Chelsea: Someone's talking to us? Where is the condenser microphone on this thing?
First Lady: (Grabbing headset) Give me that thing! I'll take the horn!
Bosnia Green Base! This is Blind Eye..Over!
BGB: (After a pause) Oh crap! Yes! Blind Eye!
How are you this morning? Over!
First Lady: Well to tell you the truth... it is 11 hundred hours and I am seem to be getting
a craving for a little Bosnian vinaigrette on my luncheon salad. But I have one problem! Over!
BGB: What is that Ma'am? Over!
First Lady: I am not on the ground eating it! Now you scramble those F-14s right now
and clear those hills around the base. I will keep this bird aloft for 10 more minutes...
and after we land...if I hear one little crackle of noise ...
I mean any noise ...after I step off this crate..heads will roll! Do you get me? Over!
BGB: Madam Blind Eye..be instructed that the birds are in the air.. and the carpet sweeper has been switched on! Over!
First Lady: Ground base? I have the leech corps with me.
Please be advised to follow these instructions...
1. When we land I want quiet.
2. I want flowers.
3. I want a young local girl to escort Gawky Teen and I to the luncheon.
and…
4. I want no mention of my having to pull rank and take over the situation from up here.
These are good men. They have my utmost trust.
I want this all on the "qt"! Do you copy? Over!
BGB: Pull rank? Er.. Yes! Madam Blind Eye!
Everything will be taken care of as per your instructions. Over and out!
Chelsea: Yay Mom! er... Madam Blind...
First Lady: It's alright, Dear! "Mom" will be fine! Now let's go back to our seats
and put some make-up on that face of yours before we land!
Captain. This bird is all yours.
(Pilots return to thingypit. First Lady and Chelsea head back to their seats)
Chelsea: But I am wearing make-up... Oh, Mother. You always do this to me.
(She runs off to back of plane to sob.)
(thingypit returns to normal.)
First Lady: (To reporters/audience) Good news gentlemen... and ladies...of the press,
we are about to land and have lunch! I don't know about anyone else,
but I just love a good Bosnian vinaigrette, doesn't just about everybody?...
(She freezes in a laughter pose.)
Lights dim to the sound of a plane landing and flash fires off in the distance
~ Finis
You Can't Turn a Blind Eye
© 2008 MJ Ferruzza/Creative Talent Workshop
www.creativetalentworkshop.com
You Can't Turn a Blind Eye
By MJ Ferruzza
© 2008 MJ Ferruzza/Creative Talent Workshop
www.creativetalentworkshop.com
Michael J. Ferruzza is a professional actor/writer/director as well
as an accredited coach and counselor to talent all across the country.
He is the Managing Director of
The Creative Talent Workshop
www.creativetalentworkshop.com
You can find out more about him here:
www.actindy.com/Mike
His mailing address is
P.O. Box 30472
Indianapolis, IN 46230
Email:
home@creativetalentworkshop.com
Phone:
(317) 466-4100
You Can't Turn a Blind Eye is a parody.
Mr. Ferruzza has no political affiliation or aspirations.
For more parodies visit:
www.actindy.com/Movies