Abortion: In the Case of Rape and Incest

Bob -- (enters wearing suit coat, carrying a 6' x 9' roll of heavy plastic sheeting, shouts) Sis, it's me. (unrolls plastic on floor)

Amy -- (enters opposite wiping hands on apron) Bobby! What are you doing here in the middle of the day... Why are you putting plastic on my living room floor?!

Bob -- Sis, you're not going to believe it! I've got a surprise for you! (exits)

Amy -- (shouts to exit) A surprise? What kind of surprise? (to self) I think he flipped his lid. I don't need to have my living room painted.

Bob -- (reenters pushing Thug who is hand-cuffed) Well, Sis, here he is!

Amy -- Bobby, I don't need a date badly enough that you need to handcuff someone and force him to....

Bob -- No, Sis, you don't understand this is Herman Siskle.

Amy -- Herman Siskle.

Bob -- Yes.

Amy -- I don't know any Herman Siskle, Bobby. Have you flipped your lid?

Bob -- Sis, Herman Siskle, here, is the guy who raped you.

Amy -- (steps back) Oh, Bobby! Why did you bring him here?! I told you that I couldn't identify him. He...

Bob -- You don't have to identify him, Sis. His finger prints matched those we found at the crime scene and his DNA matched the DNA from the rape kit from the hospital. This is your rapist, alright. We've got him dead to rights. (pushes Thug to center of plastic sheet)

Amy -- Bobby this doesn't make any sense. Why did you bring him here? And you still haven't told me why you've spread a plastic drop cloth on my living room rug.

Bob -- (to Thug) Kneel, dirt bag. (thug kneels, Bob digs into suit coat, pulls out hand gun offers it to Amy) Sis, you and I are going to see that justice is done.

Amy -- (takes gun reluctantly) Bobby, no! I can't do this.

Bob -- Sure you can. Just shoot him in the head. And don't worry about the blood. That's what the plastic is for.

Amy -- Bobby! Do you know what you're saying?!

Bob -- Listen, Sis, if you're worried about being caught, don't worry. The investigator on the case doesn't even know I have him in custody. I tracked him down on my own. no one knows he's here. He has no relatives. no one will miss him. After you shoot him, I'll dispose of the body so no one will find it. So, come on, Sis, let him have it. It's the ultimate revenge.

Amy -- (points pistol, lowers pistol) No, Bobby, I... I can't.

Bob -- But you said...

Amy -- I know what I said, Bobby, but... I can't.

Bob -- But, why? I don't understand. This guy beat you to a pulp and raped you. You have a chance to get even. Blow his head off!

Amy -- No, Bobby! It would be murder!

Bob -- Wait a minute, Sis. Now, you're not the one making any sense. If anybody deserves to die, this guy does.

Amy -- But we can't just execute him without a trial! (gives gun back to Bob)

Bob -- I don't get it. You decided to kill his baby without a trial. And the baby didn't do anything to you. How can you let this dirt bag live?!

Amy -- (turns away) You're right! I must have been out of my mind.

Bob -- (offers gun) So, you're going to kill him, right?

Amy -- No. (turns) No! Not at all. Just the opposite. If I spare the life of this... this... rapist, who is guilty as sin, how can I justify killing a child (holds tummy) who is completely innocent?! I thought that if it was a doctor doing the killing and what he was doing was called a procedure, I could get by without calling it killing. But, it doesn't matter what I call it, an innocent baby loses its life.

Bob -- Good for you, Sis. Come on, Fred. (lifts Thug to his feet)

Amy -- Fred?! I thought you said his name was Herman.

Bob -- No. This is Fred Barnes. He's on my softball team. He volunteered to help you take another look at what you were doing when you decided to have an abortion.

Amy -- (tearful) Bobby! (opens arms)

Bob -- Sis. (hugs) I'm sorry I deceived you.

Amy -- I'm glad you did. You got me to see that abortion is a death sentence for an innocent human being. (slaps Bob's arm) You jerk!

Bob -- What was that for?

Amy -- What if I would have shot him?!

Bob -- (holds gun high, exiting) No way. It's a toy gun.

Amy -- Bobby?

Bob -- (turns) Huh?

Amy -- Thanks. (holds tummy) For everybody.

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