Martha’s Choice

 

A ten-minute play

 

Based on a  true story:

March 12, 2003 - Covington, LA (AP) – Two dozen monkeys escaped from a research center and holed up in a forest, where animal-control workers used bananas and oranges to try to lure them out.

 

Characters

Martha, a female rhesus monkey

Snowball, a male rhesus monkey

Charles, a male rhesus monkey

 

The Time

The present

 

The Place

A forest outside of a primate research facility

 

(A forest. Some lab paraphernalia – glassware, instruments, bowls, a cardboard box. Snowball is rolling and playing. Charles, who wears glasses, is reading a book. Martha is looking out, calling off. They all assume a monkey-like posture.)

 

Martha

Ludwig! Come back! Be strong! You can hold out a little longer! Ludwig!!!! Damn! Now there’s only three of us.

 

Charles

He was hungry. I can’t say that I blame him. We’ve missed two scheduled feedings.

 

Snowball

Hey, I’m hungry, too. You don’t see me wussing out. (beat)What’d they offer up?

 

Martha

What they always feed us. Bananas.

 

Snowball

Bananas! Again with the bananas. When what I really want is a nice, juicy, cheeseburger.

 

Charles

They’re not going to give us cheeseburgers, Snowball. We’re rhesus monkeys.

 

Martha

We must be able to eat something out here...what about those berries? (indicating a plant with berries)

Charles

You don’t know if they’re safe or not.

 

Snowball

What, you scared, wuss monkey?

 

Charles

I’m merely pointing out that we’ve never had to forage for our own foodstuffs before and...

 

Martha

Our ancestors managed to survive for millions of years in the wild. We just need to tap our primal urges.

 

Snowball

Let me show you how it’s done. (He eats some berries, becomes ill and spits them out.)

 

Charles

You see, I told you that this plan was infeasible. We’ve been caged in the research facility all our lives -

 

Snowball

Shut up you little wuss!

 

Martha

Snowball, please –

 

Snowball

Hey, at least I’m tryin’ here, Martha. Not like foureyes who just sits there reading. You look like a homo with those things on!

 

Charles

That is an insult! Never call me that again! I am not a Homo aapiens, I am a rhesus monkey, thank you very much!

 

Martha

Charles, I’m sure Snowball didn’t mean anything by  -

 

Snowball

Why do you wear those stupid homo glasses, homo? Only homos wear those things.

 

Charles

These spectacles were given to me after...after (he can not continue)

 

Martha

It’s all right, Charles, you don’t have to go there.

Charles

No! They were given to me after they botched that frightful experiment on my corneas. Testing out laser eye sugery on rhesus monkeys! Another injustice! I suppose the Homo Sapiens felt remorseful, for once. At least I can still see clearly. And don’t you question my monkeyhood, Snowball. I’m still here, keeping a stiff upper lip, after the rest of them gave up the minute they became a bit peckish.

 

Snowball

Well, maybe they just don’t got what it takes to survive in nature!

 

Martha

That’s just it, Snowball! Of course they do. We all do! Our research cohort has been exposed to every virus, every bacterium, every parasite they can throw at us in their experiments. And we are the few who survived it all. What is it called, Charles?

 

Charles

Survival of the fittest. We are the most fit, simply because we have survived.

 

Martha

We are the few with the genes to survive anything – bioterror, chemical attack, global warming, funding cuts – you name it. And now that we’ve escaped from our cages there is nothing that could destroy us. Nothing!

 

Snowball

Freedom, baby! That’s what this is all about! Now let’s kick some homo butt!

 

Charles

How do you expect to do that without food resources? You didn’t think of that, did you, Martha?

 

Martha

I came up with the escape plan, didn’t I? Give me a little credit here.

 

Charles

Well, I will say your plan worked beautifully. Having us save our urine in jars for three weeks and then flood the control room with it during exercise time to short circuit the electric fence was a stroke of genius.

 

Snowball

You saved it in jars? I just held it for three weeks. Man.

 

Martha

And now that we’re free all we have to do is figure out how to survive in the wild and reproduce before we starve to death.

 

 

Snowball

Yeah, babe! Let’s get rrrready to rrrrrreproduce!

 

Charles

I think finding a means of sustenance is our primary need right now.

 

Snowball

Look, jerkoff, you’re not helping any, reading a book just like the homos do.

 

Charles

Perhaps, Snowball, if you had ever tried to improve yourself rhesus monkeys wouldn’t be in the state we’re in today. We’re completely at their mercy, unable to survive in our natural ecological niche -

 

Snowball

Reading is for homos! Homo wannabe!

 

Charles

I don’t want to be a Homo! But I feel that if we’re going to outlast our oppressor then we have to be able to interpret his world.

 

Martha

(indicating his “book”) What is that, anyway?

 

Charles

It’s a book of pages and pages of letters! I think it may be the genetic code! (The “book” is a book of Word Search puzzles.) I took it from my keeper when we escaped. I think it holds the secrets about our genes, about why we’re the only ones who are resistant to every known pathogen.

 

Martha

Is it our code or theirs?

 

Charles

It...doesn’t say. I can’t read that well yet.

 

Snowball

Who gives a baboon’s ass? You shoulda took some food!

 

 

 

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