What will happen when Satan, the Lord of Darkness himself, delivers a box of flowers to Colette and tricks her into signing away the deed to her soul? This often comic, often painful one act encounter will inspire you to make sure that your own soul is in safekeeping by the right master. The Deed is an intriguing dialogue between the Father of Lies and a college student desperately searching for the truth.


Script Sample - The Deed
by ct matthews
© 2002

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The Deed

Characters
Satan: The Lord of Darkness, Father of Lies, Angel of Light, etc.
Colette: An intelligent college aged woman.

Note I: There are times in the play when Satan controls Colette's physical movements or hurts her without touching her. He is using a supernatural *force* to do this. His actions are mimed from a distance, but she will react to them as if she were actually being touched by him. The *miming segments* are indicated by asterisks ( * * ).
Note II: Costume, set, and sound effect information, as well as a property list can be found at the end of the script. Use of the Rolling Stones' lyrics is also addressed here.

Colette enters singing "Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones.

Colette
I can't get no. . .satisfaction
I can't get no. . .satisfaction
'Cause I try, and I try, and I try, and I try
I can't get no, (dah-dah-dah), I can't get no (dah-dah-dah)
No, no, no, no

She drops her book bag next to the table, puts a small bag of groceries in the corner, and puts her coat and scarf on the coat rack. Her cell phone rings. It is her mother.

Colette
(Mockingly) Hello, mother. No, I'm not mocking you. Steve and I don't like coming over mom. You make us feel, I dunno. . .No, I don't think we have anything to talk about. Look, I have a big test to study for and I really need to go. Yeah. Okay. (She rolls her eyes.) I love you too, mom. Bye. (She puts the phone back in her book bag.)

She sits down, opens her book bag and prepares to study. She is reading a book by Friedrich Nietzsche and is taking notes. Eventually, the doorbell rings.

Colette
Coming! (She scribbles faster, but does not move. The doorbell rings again.) I said I’m coming! (She stands up as she finishes writing down her thought and answers the door.) Come inside before you freeze to death. (It is a delivery man holding a large flower box and a small stack of folded papers. He says nothing.) Wow! Is this for me? (He shrugs and nods in affirmation. She takes the box and sets it on the table to read the attached card. Before she can begin, the man holds out the papers to her.) Just a minute. (He takes the card from her and hands her the papers.) Who peed in your oatmeal this morning? (He smiles and shows her where to sign on each of the three pages. She takes the papers and begins to sign while he wanders around the room looking at her stuff.) You know, the whole silent tough guy routine is a bit over the top don’t you think? All you have to do is say, “Pardon me ma’am, could you please sign here? Thank you. Have a nice day.” (She finishes signing and hands the papers back. She begins to open the flower box, but the man coughs and holds out the card to her.) Oh, I forgot. Thank you.

Man
(Still looking at the poster. He removes the top copy of the papers and puts it in his hip pocket. He folds the rest and puts them in his coat pocket.) Have a nice day, Colette.

Colette
(She takes the card, stares at him for a moment, and reads it to herself.) How sweet.

Man
Is it from your boyfriend?

Colette
My fiancée. Well, he will be as soon as he works up the nerve to ask. I know he has the ring. We picked it out together.

Man
May I hear what it says?

Colette
That’s a little private don’t you think?

Man
Yes. But I’m a hopeless romantic who’s hopeless at romance. I feel better when I hear other people’s love stories.

Colette
I don’t know. It’s an odd request.

Man
(Sighs.) I understand.

Colette
Wait. Do you promise not to laugh? (He nods.) Okay, here it goes. “My dearest Colette. I saw you and wanted to meet you. I met you and wanted to know you. I knew you and needed to have you. You are my reason for being. You are now mine until the end of time. With great affection, S.”

Man
That’s lovely. What’s in the box? (Her eyes light up and she opens the box excitedly. She takes out one dozen black roses.)

Colette
What the heck? (She holds the flowers towards the man.) There must have been some mistake.

Man
(Turns to face her and holds out his arms.) “You are now mine until the end of time. With great affection, S.” (Laughs.) I'm a big Stones fan too. We’re gonna get along just fine.

Colette
What? Who are you?

Man
Mick and I go way back. I co-wrote most of their songs.

Colette
Who are you!

Man
You know who I am.

Colette
No, I’m sure I don’t.

Man
Well, in that case, (He removes sunglasses and begins singing "Sympathy for the Devil.")
Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste.
I've been around for a long, long year, stolen many man's soul and faith.
I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain.
Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate.

Colette
Stop it.

Man
(Still singing.) Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name.
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game.

Colette
Stop it. You’re not the devil! These flowers are from Steve. (She hold up the card.) S, Steve, my fiancée.

Man
(He takes the card.) S, Satan, Lord of darkness.

Colette
Steve!

Satan
Why would your fiancée send you black roses? (He throws the card at her.)

Colette
Why would you?

Satan
I like the color black. I like you, my dearest Colette.

Colette
Well I wouldn’t give two cents for your sorry self. This joke is in very bad taste. You can’t be Satan. Satan isn’t real.

Satan
Oh. I. . .I’m sorry then. I thought I could fool you, but. . . If you don’t believe in the devil, I’ll just be on my way and I won‘t bother you anymore. . .

Colette
Great. (She's piling the flowers and flower box on Satan.) Did Maya put you up to this? When I get my hands on her, I'm gonna. . .

Satan
(He turns quickly and throws the flowers down.) Boo! Guess what? I don’t need your permission to exist.

Colette
(Moving to the wall phone.) Okay. That’s it.

Satan
Ha! (From where he is, Satan *mimes cutting the phone cord*. When Colette takes the receiver off of the hook, the phone cord falls to the floor.) Is that any way to treat an admirer? (She starts to move toward her book bag for her cell phone, but Satan takes an identical phone out of his coat pocket.) I don't think so.

Colette
How? (She picks up an umbrella from the coat rack and rushes him with a yell. He turns and pulls a handgun out from underneath his trench coat. She stops in her tracks and the point of the gun rests on her forehead. Pause.)

Satan
Freeze. Drop the umbrella and no one gets hurt. (She drops it.)

Colette

If you’re really the devil. . .

Satan
Please, call me Satan.

Colette
If you’re Satan, why use a gun? Don’t you have superpowers or something?

Satan
What do you call the phone cord trick? Wishful thinking? Yeah, I've got plenty of powers. Sometimes I just like to get my hands dirty.

......End of script sample

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