Scene 1: Morning Ritual. Scene 4: Guidance: Part I. Scene 5: Cafeteria. Scene 6: Drama. Scene 7: Creative Writing.
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Scene 1: Morning Ritual. Scene 4: Guidance: Part I. Scene 5: Cafeteria. Scene 6: Drama. Scene 7: Creative Writing. Scene 8: Guidance: Part II. Scene 9: Physical Education. Scene History Lesson. Scene Work. Scene I. Instant Messenger. Scene Mischief. Scene Dinner. Scene Alone. Scene 2: Juvenile Diversion. Scene 3: The Basement Tapes. Scene 4: What If.
Scene 5: The Parents. Scene 6: Scene 9: Aftermath. In addition, here are a. So, the best way to go is a shootout. The afterlife, if there is one, is like the final level of Doom, okay? Destroying, killing—. ERIC: Look, we have always been set on this. We put guns to our heads and count one, two, three. That is the plan. It is what I will do.
And I need you to do it, too. Like we planned. Over and over, now what the fuck? The kickback is going to destroy your hands. Your heart will be pounding and the gun will be the only thing you can do. Gun in hand, I will end my life and you will end yours. End of discussion. ERIC: What is this? You want to fuck this up? Get the fuck out. Get out.
DYLAN goes. Hey, you forgot your camera. DYLAN goes to get the camera. What the hell? Goes after him, knocking him to the ground; turns the safety off on the shotgun; points it at his face. Jesus Christ, you asshole. Drops the gun and moves away. ERIC turns away. Why would you do that? Why would you fucking do that to me?
You want to live this fucking life? I want one last memory. She is a friend that went to the prom with your friend who happened to buy us these guns. I sat here stuffing pipe bombs all night. Tell me what prom was like. ERIC jumps right back to previous discussion without a beat. Go on. And Miss Valedictory gives her prize-winning speech about how wonderful it was at Columbine High School, all the friends she made…when you and I and maybe four others out of a class of what, , actually talked to her?
No way. I want them to feel they almost got away with it. One last prom. One last yearbook picture…. ERIC punches him. DYLAN full of rage mixed with pain. Why do you have to push this? You keep pushing…. ERIC: Right here, man. Handing him the gun. Right here. Like gods, man, like fucking gods…. Also, I think it exonerates Dylan a bit too much and makes Eric out to be the crazy mastermind, but I seem to recall Dylan was the one whooping and hollering during the library massacre.
I wish they were putting this on somewhere near me so I could see it in person. I posted awhile ago that I saw the play Columbinus. Menu Skip to content Home. Search for:. ERIC: Then what? ERIC: What is there to think about? ERIC: Look, why are we even talking about this?
ERIC: I know. No one knows. You just too scared to think about it? ERIC: What did you say? What are you gonna do then? You wait until tonight to ask your simple question? ERIC: Sit the fuck down. ERIC starts to break down : Fuck you. ERIC: My parents are fucking idiots. Tries to laugh. ERIC: What? ERIC: Shut the fuck up.
Columbinus , a play sparked by the April massacre at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado, is a meeting of fact and fiction that illuminates the realities of adolescent culture by exploring the events surrounding the shootings. The play weaves together excerpts from discussions with parents, survivors and community leaders in Littleton as well as police evidence to bring to light the dark recesses of American adolescence. Please be advised, this production explores difficult themes based on true events and may not be suitable for all ages. Act 1 introduces 8 stereotypical teen archetypes on your average high school day.
I was immersed in a theatre production at the time that somehow disconnected me from the outside world. A pain in my tooth took me out of the insular theatre world I was in and forced me into the banality of a dentist's waiting room. I was sitting there, bored, wanting to go back to rehearsal, when I picked up a copy of Time Magazine. On the cover were the faces of teenagers: some were victims, some their killers. I couldn't move. I was overwhelmed with disbelief.