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A monologue from the play by Ross Howard
Washington has been staying with the Beaumonts these last couple of weeks. He has just killed Mrs. Beaumont’s father during the wake for Mr. Beaumont’s mistress, who he has also killed.
With all now revealed and being pressured to leave, Washington explains himself to Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont.
Washington (nineteen, Native-American)
You both may look at me in your lives right now with, I don’t know, some suspicion . . .and Mr. Beaumont, with no doubt, some regret, but by no means . . . to my coming here, could anyone describe your marriage as healthy.
I’m doing all this for you Mrs. Beaumont. In you, I saw a beautiful flower surrounded by nothing but disease. As a keen pruner yourself, I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.
Mrs. Beaumont, you’re the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Ever since you first came into the video store, I’ve been obsessed with you.
You would come in regularly, and for the twenty-four hours or so after those times you came in, I was unable to either sleep or eat.
I took more shifts, came in to help when I didn’t have a shift, and sometimes I would just go there to hang out because I didn’t ever want to miss you.
I always had access to your address but it was only when you started to come into the store less and less that I decided to come here. It was just making me crazy. My mind was racing.
“Have they switched to an online service?”, “Are they just happier with their cable movie package?”, “Do they now only watch on Blu-ray? Or have they just made a conscious effort to read more?”
All these questions I asked myself, and it was killing me. Fortunately, you did have some movies out that were due back and so I came over here.
When you both invited me to live here, I could not believe my luck. This house, you, it’s really all I’ve ever wanted. I love you, Mrs. Beaumont.
You may not be quite right in the head and maybe neither am I. Maybe Mr. Beaumont isn’t either. But at least you and I have a soul.
