THE FLY

A monologue from the play by Walter Wykes


  • NOTE: This monologue is reprinted with the author's permission. All inquiries should be directed to the author at: sandmaster@aol.com
  • MURRAY: You’re serious about this? You’re going to sleep with the man who just murdered your husband? You didn’t make the choice to come here? Who did, if not you? I mean, is there some stranger lurking in the shadows? Some mysterious figure manipulating events? Hiding just out of sight? Is someone twisting your arm?

    [Pause.]

    What?

    [Pause.]

    Someone is? Someone’s twisting your arm?

    [Pause.]

    Who?

    [Pause.]

    Who is?

    [Pause.]

    Who’s twisting your arm?

    [Pause.]

    C’mon.

    [Pause.]

    I asked you a question. Who is it? Is it my wife? Do you work for my wife?

    [Pause.]

    You do—don’t you?

    [Pause.]

    Did she pay you to do this? To set this up? This whole thing?

    [Pause.]

    Oh my god! She did! You work for my wife! How could I be so stupid! She somehow orchestrated this whole thing from behind the scenes! Like some kind of spider! Weaving her little web! Sucking me in! Knowing what would happen! Knowing I’d give her anything to keep it out of the papers! Oh my god! That’s assuming I don’t go to jail! I could actually go to jail! I mean, you could tell them anything! You could tell them it was intentional! It would be my word against yours! That fucking cunt! Whatever she’s paying you, I’ll pay double! Triple! Whatever you want! Name your price!

    [Pause.]

    It’s not my wife?

    [Pause.]

    Oh. Good.

    [Pause.]

    Who then?

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