Rigorous
Volume Four, Issue 3



Captain Samaritan: The Battle of Negrophobia

Jeremy Holloway


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CAPTAIN SAMARITAN: THE BATTLE OF NEGROPHOBIA


A Drama Play by
Jeremy Holloway

17-year-old superhero Captain Samaritan battles his most challenging foe yet: Negrophobia.




CHARACTERS

HAWTHORNE CHRISTOPHER JONES aka CAPTAIN SAMARITAN. 17-years-old.
Black male.

OFFICER MARK TAYLOR. 20s-40s. Male. Police Officer. Any Ethnicity.

SETTING
A residential alley during nightfall.

STAGE SET-UP
Simple. Flexible. Bare stage acceptable.

TIME
Present. Nightfall.




A police SIREN blares.

LIGHTS FADE UP.

Nightfall. A residential alley. HAWTHORNE CHRISTOPHER JONES, a 17-year-old Black male in a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers, runs into the alley.

HAWTHORNE
(Calling at someone in the alley)

Hey!

Hawthorne stops running to catch his breath. POLICE OFFICER MARK TAYLOR, 20s- 40s, moves into the alley slowly and cautiously with his gun and flashlight leveled at Hawthorne. Hawthorne spins around to Taylor.

HAWTHORNE (CONT’D)

Officer...he went into the alley. I’ll get him.

Hawthorne starts down the alley.

TAYLOR

Stop!

Hawthorne stops running.

TAYLOR

Hold it right there. Don't move.

Hawthorne turns around to Taylor.

HAWTHORNE

I can--

TAYLOR

Don’t you move! Don’t you move! (A BEAT) Show me your hands! Show me your hands!

HAWTHORNE
(Holds up his hands)

Ok, ok.

TAYLOR (CONT’D)

Put them in the air.

Hawthorne raises his hands in the air.

TAYLOR

Nice and easy. (A BEAT) Turn around.

Hawthorne turns around.

TAYLOR (CONT’D)

Got any weapons on you?

HAWTHORNE

No sir.

TAYLOR

Drugs?

HAWTHORNE

No sir.

TAYLOR

We’ll see about that.

Taylor holsters his gun, puts away his flashlight, walks up to Hawthorne, yanks his hood off, then starts to frisk him.

TAYLOR
(Frisking Hawthorne)

You got some ID?

HAWTHORNE

I left it in my car.

TAYLOR (CONT’D)
(Frisking Hawthorne)

What’s your name?

HAWTHORNE

Hawthorne, sir.

TAYLOR
(Frisking Hawthorne)

Hawthorne what?

HAWTHORNE

Hawthorne Christopher Jones, sir.

TAYLOR
(Frisking Hawthorne)

How old are you?

HAWTHORNE

17, sir.

TAYLOR
(Frisking Hawthorne)

Hawthorne Christopher Jones, what'cha doing around here?

HAWTHORNE

I was coming from work and I-

TAYLOR

Sure you were. (Taylor stops frisking Hawthorne) Where is it, huh? What did you do with it?

HAWTHORNE

Do with what sir?

TAYLOR

You know what I’m talking about. The money you stole from Mrs. Robinson. Where did you stash it?

HAWTHORNE
(Taylor draws his gun...)

I didn’t steal any--

Taylor levels his gun at Hawthorne.

TAYLOR

Now I’m going to ask you one more time. Where’s the money? Where is it?!

HAWTHORNE

I don’t know.

TAYLOR

Get on your knees.

HAWTHORNE

B-but--

TAYLOR

I said on your knees!

HAWTHORNE

Yes sir.

Hawthorne gets down on his knees.

TAYLOR

Put your hands above your head.

Hawthorne places his hands above his head. Taylor holsters his gun then whips out a pair of handcuffs.

TAYLOR
(Placing the handcuffs on Hawthorne)

You know how many burglaries and robberies we’ve had in this neighborhood in the last 2 months?

HAWTHORNE

11 burglaries and 5 robberies, sir. Down 53 percent from the previous year. The lowest point in 7 years.

TAYLOR

How’d you know that?

HAWTHORNE

I read the reports sir.

TAYLOR

I see we got ourselves a real smart alek here.

HAWTHORNE

No sir, I was just stating the facts.

TAYLOR

Well state this.

Taylor draws his gun and trains it on Hawthorne's head.

TAYLOR (CONT’D)

Make one tricky move and I'll blow your head clean right off your shoulders. Got it?

HAWTHORNE

Got it. (A LONG BEAT.) Officer?

TAYLOR

What?

HAWTHORNE

What seems to be the problem here?

TAYLOR

What seems to be the problem? The problem is you buddy. I'm sick and tired of all you thugs causing trouble and making issues out of nothing. Blaming and damning America for your people's problems.

HAWTHORNE

My people?

TAYLOR

Shut up! (A BEAT) Crying and complaining about what the world owes you. Why don't you just go out and get yourselves a job like every other normal decent American.

A LONG BEAT.

HAWTHORNE

I was coming from work and I heard about the robbery on the radio. That’s when I stopped to assist the police in their search for the suspect.

TAYLOR

Now why would you go and do a stupid thing like that for?

HAWTHORNE

It's what I do sir.

TAYLOR

What rob people?

HAWTHORNE

Help people sir.

TAYLOR

Well hot damn, aren't you the friendly neighborhood hero.

HAWTHORNE

Actually sir, you’re right.

TAYLOR

Come again?

HAWTHORNE

You’re right. I am a hero.

TAYLOR

Oh yeah?

HAWTHORNE

Yes sir. I’m Captain Samaritan.

TAYLOR

The superhero?

HAWTHORNE

Yes sir.

TAYLOR

And I’m Superman and my brother is the Queen of England. Go figure.

HAWTHORNE

No sir. I’m the real McCoy. Just got the gig a few weeks ago.

TAYLOR

You pulling my leg?

HAWTHORNE

No sir, I wouldn’t do that.

A BEAT.

TAYLOR

So you’re really Captain Samaritan, eh?

HAWTHORNE

Yes sir.

TAYLOR

Seriously?

HAWTHORNE

Honestly sir.

TAYLOR

Prove it then.

HAWTHORNE

What?

TAYLOR

Show me what you got.

HAWTHORNE

Sir, I--

TAYLOR

Fly.

HAWTHORNE

My--

TAYLOR

Do that thing Samaritan does with his eyes.

HAWTHORNE

I--I--

TAYLOR

Make me believe.

A BEAT OF SILENCE. Taylor burst out laughing in amusement.

TAYLOR

Captain Samaritan. Ain’t that a trip. Everybody knows Captain Samaritan is white.

HAWTHORNE
(Quietly under-his-breath)

Everybody but you.

TAYLOR

What did you say?

HAWTHORNE

Um, nothing. (A LONG BEAT.) My helmet and suit are in the trunk of my car. I can go get them for you if you want.

TAYLOR

Nah buddy. The only place you’re going is Downtown. (Speaking into his shoulder-mounted radio) Base...this is Officer Mark Taylor...I'm in the Erin Street Alley and I have the Robinson suspect. I repeat: I have the Robinson suspect.

A BEAT.

HAWTHORNE

You’re Officer Mark Taylor?

TAYLOR

Yeah. Why?

HAWTHORNE

Is your wife Amy Taylor?

Taylor angrily presses the barrel of his gun to Hawthorne's head.

TAYLOR

Ex-wife.

HAWTHORNE

Oh, my bad. Sorry. I didn’t know.

TAYLOR

What’s it to you anyway?

HAWTHORNE

Well, um, I used to work with her...not with her, but in the same building as her.

TAYLOR

So.

HAWTHORNE

Well, it’s just, I remember you two held this fund-raiser for your son's medical procedure.

TAYLOR

Uh-huh.

HAWTHORNE

His name is Danny, but you call him Dan Dan, right?

TAYLOR

Yeah.

HAWTHORNE

How's the little tyke doing?

TAYLOR

Not too good.

HAWTHORNE

Aw man, I’m sorry to hear about that. (A BEAT) How old is he now?

TAYLOR

Two.

HAWTHORNE

Those terrible twos, eh? (A BEAT) Did he get the Captain Samaritan action figure I sent him?

TAYLOR

The life-size one?

HAWTHORNE

Yeah, that’s the one.

TAYLOR

You sent that?

HAWTHORNE

Yes sir. I sure did.

TAYLOR

Wow. I play with it more than he does.

Hawthorne chuckles quietly.

HAWTHORNE

You tell Dan Dan to hold on tight to it. It's a special limited edition. Gonna be worth a whole lot of dough someday. Might even cover college.

TAYLOR

Yeah. Thanks. (A BEAT. Taylor starts to let his guard down) When Danny got sick, things just seem to take a turn for the worst. My hours got cut, I loss my benefits, and the hospital bills kept piling up. We had to sell our dream house just to make ends meet. But it didn’t help much. By then, Amy, she’d reached her breaking point. She couldn’t take it anymore. The arguments, the fights, my drinking. So she asked for a divorce, took Danny, and moved across the country with her parents. I haven’t seen him since. (A BEAT) I tried. God knows I tried so hard to keep things together, but life has a way telling you it doesn't give a damn. I just don't understand.

A LONG BEAT.

HAWTHORNE

I remember visiting Danny in hospital. Back then, I was going through a lot of stuff. Family problems. School problems. Relationship problems. I was down. Really down. And I remember, I remember looking into Danny’s twinkly little eyes, and I saw something. I saw hope. I saw courage. I saw love. And when I left the hospital that grey, cloudy evening, I felt like a brand new person. Like all my troubles and anxieties had been wiped clean away. Your little Dan Dan inspired me to hold on. To never give up. He showed me there really is a light at the end of the tunnel. (Taylor is choked with emotion and agony) Officer Taylor, I know life can be scary and unfair sometimes. But like my dad always used to say: "This too shall pass.” (A BEAT) Officer Taylor, you’re a good man.

Taylor is on the verge of tears.

TAYLOR

No.

HAWTHORNE

And a loving father.

TAYLOR

Please.

HAWTHORNE

Trust me, I know. I know what it’s like to feel helpless in a world that doesn’t understand you. To feel hopeless in a world that doesn’t care about you. To be angry at everybody for everything. But things will change. They will get better. You just got to keep-

TAYLOR
(Anguished)

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Taylor's gun accidently discharges striking Hawthorne in the head. Hawthorne collapses to the ground. Taylor is petrified, shocked.

TAYLOR (CONT’D)

Captain. (A BEAT) Captain.

No response. Taylor rushes to aid Hawthorne.

TAYLOR (CONT’D)

Captain...can you hear me? Captain. (Hawthorne is unresponsive) Captain, come on, come on. Wake up, wake up. Please, wake up!

Again, Hawthorne is unresponsive. Taylor breaks down crying, sobbing over Hawthorne’s lifeless body.

TAYLOR

I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

A police SIREN blares in the distance.

LIGHTS FADE DOWN.

END OF PLAY



Jeremy Holloway: "I was born in Duarte, California. My plays have been produced around the country. I hold a triple BA degree in Film and Video, Anthropology, and History from the University of Memphis."




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