“AMELIA” 
A three act play 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
Characters: (3F, 10M) 

1.  Roger  Jones  :  Reporter,  The  Daily  Telegraph.  Mid  30s  (*Looks  like  Bryan  Cranston,  from 

Trumbo) 

2. Elpis Jones : (Elpis : hope, in greek), mid 30s. Roger’s wife 

3. Mr. Marcus Rashford : Elpis’ father. Late 60s 

4. Mrs. Olivia Rashford : Elpis’ mother. Early 60s 

5. Amelia : Sex Slave. 12-15.  

6. David Fallon : Senior Editor in Chief , the Daily Telegraph. Roger’s boss. Mid 50s. Fat 

7. Thomas Benson : Elpis’ and Roger’s butler. 

8. The waiter and reporters. (filler) 

   
ACT 1 SCENE 1​.  

Setting  :  Roger  and  Elpis’  home.  The  Brownish  Life  Color  Palette.(  For  reference,  search,  The 

Grand Budapest color palette. The props and costume, everything follows the palette below:) 

Elpis and Thomas are preparing the meal.  

Elpis : Thomas! Thomas(Louder).....  

Thomas : Yes, madam…. 

Elpis : How’s the apple pie coming along?  

(Enters : Thomas, holding the apple pie) 

Thomas : It’s ready, madam. Intoxicating, the smell. ( Sniffs the apple pie )  

Elpis  :It  sure  is.(Chuckles,  blushing).  Thomas!  Cut  the  pie  along  the  rim,  gently.  Let  me  get  a 

hold of the taste. 

( Thomas cuts the pie, using a knife)  

Elpis : (Gasps) Ahh, gently, dear 

( Thomas gives Elpis, a small bite)  

Elpis : Oh Bugger! The cinnamon. ( panics)  

Thomas : Madam. Is everything fine? 

Elpis  :  Oh  heavens,  it  isn’t  Thomas.  I’ll  be  damned.  The  cinnamon  is  not  pleasing  the  taste 

buds.  
( Thomas tastes the pie, from the knife) while Elpis : The proportion might be incorrect.   

Thomas : It surely pleases mine, madam.  

Elpis : Ugh! Not yours, Thomas. Roger wouldn’t like it. Quickly we need to bake another one.  

Thomas : But, madam….. 

Elpis : Get me 3 apples, two lemons, sugar, eggs, nutmeg and… 

Thomas : But madam (Louder)  

Elpis : And Cinnamon (Wide eyed, looking at Thomas , in shock) 

Thomas : We don’t have time and your parents will be here, anytime from now.  

Elpis : Wh.. Wha… What ? Oh Sweet Lord. I almost forgot.  

(Doorbell rings)  

(Enter : Mr. and Mrs. Rashford)  

(Elpis Hangs Mr. Rashford’s coat and hat along the wall) 

Mr Rashford : How are you sweetheart? ( Hugs Elpis)  

Elpis : Alive and kicking, Dad. (Smiles) Mom, how have you been ?  

Mrs Rashford : Quite alright. We’re starving, dear. Where’s Roger. Isn’t he home yet ? Roger ?  

Elpis : He’ll be coming soon Mom( checking the time)  

Mrs. Rashford : Sweet Jesus the smell in here. c​ 'est merveilleux ​( Read : seh meh vi you)  

Mr Rashford : What?  

Mrs  Rashford  :  Ugh!  Marques  we’ve  been  doing  this  over  one  week.  ,  seh  meh  vi  you.  “It’s 

wonderful”. Come on, with me : , “seh meh vi you.”.... 

Mr  Rashford  :  Oh  bloody  hell.  I  am  not  learning  adjectives  in  French  for  tonight’s  meal.  It’s 

England, for god’s sake. London.  

Mrs Rashford : You know Roger likes French.(Angrily)  

Mr  Rashford  :  Oh  for  Christ  sake,  listening  to  French  music  does  not  mean  that  he  speaks  it 
too. Cherio ! (Angrily) 

Elpis  :  Mom,  Dad!  Take  a  breath,  you  guys.  Mom, sit( offers chair). Thomas, get Mom and Dad 

beaumes-de-venise ​(Boom duh venize ) 

Thomas nods 

Mr  Rashford  :  Well,  now  the  wine  has  to  be  French  too. Thomas, I’m good with some English 

water, for now.  

Thomas:(chuckles) Yes, sir !  

(Exits : Alfred)  

Mr  Rashford:  “Modern  slavery  and  human  trafficking  on the rise in UK. Will the Conservatives 

have  a  word?”  What  an  absolute  garbage  of  an  article.  (Reading,  The  Daily Telegraph). Does 

this  chap  ever  comes  on,  to  how  to  remove  the  mishap  going  around?  (Bangs  the  table, 

gently)  Just  like  any  Telegraph  fellow,  he’s  playing  the  blame  game.  Who’s  backing  these 

guys? The Labour Party (slams the paper in dismay)  

Mrs  Rashford  :  Shut  up,  Marques.  There  has  never  been  a  journalist  like  Roger.  He’s  so good 

with words. 

Mr Rashford: What? ( Exclaims is surprise) He’s cunning with words.  

Mrs  Rashford  :  You  never  seem  to  like  Roger’s  work.  Do  you  know  how  many  sex  slaves 

reside  in  the  dim  alleys  of  Finsbury  and  Clerkenwell.  Do  you  know  their  plight?  Do you know 

how.... 

Mr  Rashford:  …..how  inefficient  police  is,  under  the  Conservatives.  (laughs,  mocking).  I  see, 

you  have  read  the  paper  too……(sighs).  But,  he….(compassion)he  hasn’t  told  you  how  to 

overcome the problem. He probably never will. He’ll always...(says to himself) 

Elpis  :  Dad....ermm…how  is  the  new  record  player  ?  (chuckles)  Did  you...(coughs)  Did  you 

finish the tracks ?  

Mr. Rashford : (laughs)... It is very… 

Mrs. Rashford : ...very loud. I cannot sleep, for God’s sake. Your dad has promised to annoy me 

with  his  music.  I don’t like the Liverpool boys….ermm....The Beatles.  ( laughs) (Elpis has a fake 

laugh) 

Mr.  Rashford  :  Oh  shut  up,  Olivia  !  They’re  better  than  any  of  your...French  gentleman. 

(laughs,  mocking)  (Elpis  has  a  fake  laugh).  The  other  day,  I  was  playing  a…(holds  Elpis’  hand 

before  he  completes his sentence, on noticing her scars) Elpis! What are these bruises on your 

hand? Goodness me. This looks like you’ve gotten into a brawl.  

Elpis : I… erm… I had a little accident by the fireplace, dad. I’m f...fine. ( Stumbles) 

(Mrs. Rashford is busy marvelling the wine) 

Mr Rashford: No! (Shouts) This is not a burnt patch. Elpis, what is the matter ?  

(background voice) * Glass shatters *  

Mrs Rashford: Dear God! What is it?  

Elpis : Thomas. Is everything fine?  

Thomas( background ) : Madam, ermm… I think I might have broken a glass here.  

Elpis : You THINK you have? There’s a yes or no. Ugh! ( Leaves the table) 

( Elpis leaves the scene)  

Mr Rashford: Olivia...Olivia…(​Mrs. Rashford is marvelling the wine bottle)​ … did you notice?  

Mrs Rashford: Urmm… What? Yes…  

Mr Rashford: That, convincingly are the marks after you get into a tussle with someone. 

Mrs.  Rashford:  Oh.  Come  on,  Marques.  Turn  down  your  paranoid  instincts.  Must  have  been 

the fire.Who would she fight with?  

Mr  Rashford:  Just  so  you  say.  Ugh!  (  Throws  his  hands in air, frustrated). Do you think Elpis is 

happy  with  Roger?  I  mean,  everytime  we  visit  her,  she  grows  gloomier.  Look  at  her.  She 

is...she is not…. 

Mrs.  Rashford:  Marques.  What  is  wrong  with  you,  today?  Of  course  our  daughter  is  happy 

with  Roger.  He’s  powerful,  intelligent  and  gets  us  nice  gifts  too.  Have  you  been  generous  to 

your  in-laws?(  mocks).  The  mink  coat  that  he  got  me  the  last  time,  wonderful……”seh  mi  vi 

you” 

Mr Rashford: The coat is a product of illegal export, Olivia.  

Mrs Rashford: Oh shut up, Marques.Our daughter belongs here and is happy enough.  

Mr Rashford sighs.  

(Enters  :  Elpis,  with  a  bottle  of  water,  and  a  bottle  of  wine,  pours  the  wine  for  Mrs.  Rashford 

and water for Mr. Rashford) 

(Phone rings, Elpis takes it)  

Elpis  :  Hello!  Yes  this  is.  (Pause  -  10  -  15  seconds)  Oh..Okay.  Okay.  Is  he  there?  Oh.  Alright, 

bye. 

(Elpis puts down the phone) 

Elpis : We should proceed with the dinner. Roger is not coming before midnight. He’s busy. 

Mr Rashford: Midnight! Is he usually this late ?  

Elpis : Yes. I mean…..no…..sometimes. 

Mr Rashford sighs 
Elpis joins her parents for the meal.  

Elpis,  Mr  Rashford  and  Mrs.  Rashford  in  unison,  holding  their  hands  together  :  "Bless  us,  O 

Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Amen.”  

Lights focuses on Elpis, showing her fake smile which masks her pain, as it slowly dims away.  

END OF ACT 1 SCENE 1 

   
ACT 1 SCENE 2 :  

Setting : Same as A1S1. The Brownish Life Color Palette.(set, props and costume). 

Elpis  listening  to  The  Beatles  -  Don't  Let  Me  Down.(Background  music)  on  a  radio.  She 

polishes  the  wine  glass,  occasionally  staring  at  her  bruises.  Doorbell  rings.  Elpis  switches  off 

the radio. 

Enter Roger Jones. Mildly drunk. Little Amelia, accompanies.  

Roger : It’s bloody cold outside.  

(Roger signals Elpis, to get his coat) : Eplis! 

(Elpis  removes  Roger’s  coat,  which  she  hangs  by  the  wall)  (In  A1S1  we  see  Elpis  voluntarily 

hanging her father’s coat. Subtle hints of Roger’s dominance)  

Elpis : Who’s she, Roger?  

Roger  :  Elpis,  I  want  you  to  meet  Amelia. She is going to stay with us tonight. Make her a bed 

upstairs.  Thomas!(Shouts)  Where  on  this  bloody  Earth  is  Thomas?  (asks,  Elpis).  Tell  Thomas 

to prepare the bath for Amelia…. 

Elpis : Thomas...Ermm Roger… 

Roger : huh! What? 

Elpis : Thomas...he’s accompanying Mom and Dad to the Metro Station.  

Roger (laughs) What ?  

Elpis : They came...Roger, we were supposed to have dinner together.  

Roger : Oh, oh yes yes. Yes. I...ermm… Elpis! What is this everytime you parents come ?  

Couldn’t  they  catch  the  metro  without  Thomas  ?  I mean, for God’s sake, I see children getting 

along from Richmond to King’s cross. All on their own. (sighs) 

Elpis : I’ll… I’ll show them the way, next time. I’m sorry, Roger. 
Roger  :  huh?  Yes…  You  should  take  her  care,  for  a  while…(  moving  his  hand  over  Amelia’s 

head)...Amelia! This is where I live. You like it ? (chuckles)  

Amelia nods 

Roger : She needs to take a good sleep before the Big Day. 

Elpis : Big Day? What ? What does she do, Roger?  

Roger : Will you just do as I say?  

Elpis : Yes.  

(Elpis  :  Takes  Amelia  away),  Roger  :  And  give  her  something  to  eat.  I  reckon  she’s  been 

deprived of a nice meal since very long.( Elpis nods). 

(Exit : Elpis and Amelia)  

Roger changes a few radio channels until he finds a French track. 

Background music : - Le temps de l'amour (feat. in the movie Moonrise Kingdom.) 

Roger  takes  his  seat.  Reads  the  Daily  Telegraph (occasional laughter filled with pride)  (about 

1-1.5 minutes)  

(Enters: Elpis with Amelia, wearing neat clothes) 

Elpis : Roger. Roger. Roger ( loudness increases ) 

Roger : Huh. What ? ( Turning off the music) 

Elpis : Would you like to eat something? I made……. 

Roger : What is the meaning of this (Angrily, on noticing that Amelia’s clothes are changed.)  

Elpis : What ?  

Roger : This( Pointing to Amelia’s clothes)  

Elpis  :  I  gave  her  a  dress  from  the  attic.  Her  clothes  were  all  shabby.  Her  hair  unkempt.  She 

looks so beaut…… 

Roger : Did you throw away her clothes? Are you inarguably stupid? (Anger)  
Elpis : No, Roger. I’ve kept them.  

Roger : Thank Goodness. You know how important it is for her to wear those…..She is… Okay  

I’m  going  to  tell  you  something  which  you  are  not  going  to  tell  any  bloody  person  in  London 

until tomorrow? Do you understand?  

Elpis : y...yes. (stammers) 

Roger : I got her from the sex flea down Finsbury. I mean, rescued her. ( clearing his throat) 

Elpis : She’s a sex slave!…(Roger hushes Elpis) She’s a sex slave…..(Whispers)  

(Roger nods, gently) 

Roger  :  I  got  her  rescued.  It’s  a  chaotic  mess  down  there.  Shady  place,  with  few  glimpses  of 

flickering  neon  light.  Red  and  Purple.  Sitting  along  the  corridor,  you  could  see  the  fear, these 

little  eyes  reflect,  when  shades  of  red  and  purple  illuminate  their  faces.  It’s horrendous, Elpis. 

Horrendous. The government has to speak this time. 

Elpis : Roger, what is the point in doing all this?  

Roger  :  I’m  serving  justice,  and  this  time  it’s  cold.  It  fell  upon  me  when  those  fellows  at  the 

Daily  Mail,  took  a  jab  at  my  article...  about  this  heinous  activity,  flooding  London.  They  called 

me a Liberal’s tail. The one which is infected.  

Elpis : Roger…. 

Roger  :  Now  you  see,  I  have  the  product  itself.  We’ve  called  in  for  a  big  press  conference 

tomorrow  morning,  at  the  office.  They’ll  ask  Amelia  a  few  questions  and the coverage will be 

wrapped  up  across  media  and  newspapers,  and  swung  into  the Government's face. I want to 

watch them deny it, this time. Bloody Conservatives.  

Elpis  :  Roger,  how  sure  are  you,  of  her  answering  those  reporters?  Does  she  even  speak 

English?  She  hasn’t  spoken  a  word  since  her  arrival.  It  was  all  but  gestures.  (Elpis  turning  to 

Amelia) Hello! What is your name?  

Roger : Oh for God’s sake….she’s not… 

Amelia : Amelia. (Softly. Ref- Eleven from Netflix’s Stranger Things) 

Elpis : You’re English?  

Amelia : shakes her head. 

Elpis : Where were you born?  

Amelia : Lyon 

Elpis : (gasps) Ah. She’s French.  

Roger  :  Okay  okay,  enough  with  the  question  today.  She’s  not  dumb,  Elpis.  She  knows 

English. She is as much English as we are( Chuckles)  

Roger turns to Amelia : Who’s your favourite band, Amelia ? 

Amelia : The Beatles….erm...my...my favourite band is The Beatles. (says without any emotion) 

Roger  :  Very  Well.  (Chuckles)  (Turns  to  Elpis)  Roger  :  See?  ….  Amelia,  go  sleep.  It’s  the  big 

day, tomorrow.  

Amelia : The Big Day ( nods ) 

(Exits : Amelia)  

Roger and Elpis sit for the dinner. Elpis pours wine and serves him a piece of the apple pie. 

Roger : Elpis, I want you to make sure that Amelia puts on the same clothes, before leaving for 

the  conference  tomorrow.  I  want  London  to  see  the  actual  condition of hundreds like her, out 

there,  through  her  eyes.  I  am  going  to  present  her  the  way  she  is.  Unlike  some  war  refugee 

living here, exploiting us of our jobs, leading the most pompous life they could. Huh!  

Elpis : But, Rogers you support the Liberals, and you believe in equality,  

Roger  :  Umm,  yes  I  do,  Yes,  yes…….umm…...Aren’t  you  going  to  eat  something?  (  takes  a  bite 

of the bread)  

Elpis : I...I had dinner, with Mom and Dad. 

Roger : Oh, oh yes yes. Yes. Very well (chuckles) 

Elpis : How do you plan to remove this menace?  

Roger : Which one ?  

Elpis  : Amelia’s and thousands like her still out there, who still don’t  know what a sound sleep 

is. 

Roger  :  What  do  you mean? That’s what the government will do. When I’ll expose this rat-job 

under  their  nose,  with  the  cops  doing  nothing……  I  mean,  I’ll  get things done for her, once the 

conference is over. 

Elpis  :  But,  you  are  not  doing  anything  for  the  others.You’re….you’re  simply  using  Amelia,  for 

yourself.  

Roger  :  How  dare  you,  you  treacherous  woman?  What  did  you  say?  (Anger)  I  see.  You had a 

few words with your father today, huh! The noble Mr. Conservative.  

Elpis : I’m sorry, Rogers. 

Roger ( eats the apple pie, and spits it) 

Roger  :  This  is  utter  garbage.  Elpis!  What  is  this  ?  What  am  I  supposed  to  make  of  the 

cinnamon here?  

Elpis : (sobs) 

Roger : Speak up. 

Elpis : I misjudged the proportion. I’m sorry Rogers. (sobbing) 

Roger  :  I  will  not  eat  this  trash.  (Pours  some  wine).  Turn  on  the  god-damned  music.  And get 

me a cigarette.  

Roger : Stupid women ( says to himself)  

Elpis turns on the radio and leaves to get a cigarette.  

Background song : ( Edith Piaf - Non, Je ne regrette rien). 

Rogers pours himself more wine, eats the pie unknowing and throws it away in distress.  

(The phone rings) 

Roger : Elpis. Elpis! (Louder) Get the damn phone………..Elpis….! 

Roger struggles himself to turn off the radio and get to the phone.  

Roger  :  Hello,  hello.  Oh  yes.  Hello  Sir.  (gets  attentive)  ……..Oh  yes,  I  was  about  to  call  you sir. 

Yes yes. I have her. Oh, she’s beautiful sir. Just the way we wanted…. 

(Elpis hurries to Roger, puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it up) 

It’s  going to be a crackdown of a show Sir. Yes sir. Yes Sir………...Oh sure sir.Surely. Good night 

sir. 

Roger turns on the radio. Song : Killing me softly by Frank Sinatra. 

Time  for  the  following  conversation  :  40-50  seconds,  until  the  vocals  start.  (Precisely  at  0:52 

in this video : h
​ ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tbP3f3i03E​.  

Roger  : Oh Elpis.(kisses her, in excitement)  My boss, Mr. Fallon…. He’s happy with how I  have 

things under control.  

Elpis : I am happy for you too. 

Roger : Come on…(invites elpis for a dance)  

Roger  :  What...what  is  this  (throws  away  the  hair  clip  Elpis  is  wearing).  You  have  beautiful 

hair (dancing) 

Roger : Elpis. (Elpis sobs, while dancing) Elpis (louder) 

Elpis : Hmm… 

Roger : I love you 

Elpis : I love you too (crying)  

The vocals of the song starts. 

( few minutes into the song : Elpis sobbing while Dancing with Roger. ) 
Lights fade. 

END OF ACT 1 SCENE 2 

   
ACT 2 : The Conference  

Setting  :  The  Daily  Telegraph’s  (or  any  other  paper,  if  it  is  illegal  to  take names) office. Front 

facing chairs along a table. A group of 5 reporters from different media houses.  

The Sun.The Times.The Guardian.The Independent.Daily Mail (opposing media house). 

The  light  focuses  on  Mr.  Fallon,  Roger  and  Amelia,  dressed  just  as  she  was  when  Roger  got 

her home. The light will then focus to the entire set, with the five reporters.  

Mr. Fallon : London 

Amelia : London (read Laundon)  

Mr. Fallon : No...No...Lon...don. London 

Amelia : London (read Laundon) 

Mr. Fallon : Oh, Bloody hell. Roger … what … 

Roger : (adjusting Mr. Fallon’s tie) Sir...ermm...it’s...that’s not a problem (chuckles)  

Mr.  Fallon  :  It  better  not  be.  {Whispers  to  Roger  :  I’ve  heard  that...umm...these  people  have 

diseases, you know (looks at Amelia in disgust) } 

Roger : No..no Sir..It’s..it’s...nothing to worry about.  

Roger to Amelia : Come here Amelia. Tell me the lines.  

Amelia  :  My  name  is  Amelia.  I’m  11. I was taken by a thug to Finsbury. The police did not help 

me. My name is Amelia. I’m 11… 

Roger signals Amelia to stop 

Mr. Fallon : Very good, Roggie. Very good (laughs)   

Roger :Oh there is more to it, Sir….there’s more to it 

Roger to Amelia : Your favourite… 

Amelia : I like playing the piano. I like Music. My favourite band is The Beatles… 

Mr. Fallon : Nice...Excellent.  

Roger : The poem, Amelia.  

Amelia : I was kept in a cage, 

My wings clipped, I was told lies, 

They said that fragile birds were never meant to fly…..They...they 

Mr. Fallon : oh bloody hell 

Roger : (shouts at Amelia) Stupid girl. I have made you learn this a thousand times... 

Amelia gets scared to which Roger reacts by comforting her.. 

Amelia : Sorry. Master.  

Roger : (smiling at Amelia, comforting her) : Go on. 

Amelia : They watched me cry, behind the door 

Latched tight, while I struggled no more. 

I had no Fear. No Shame.  

Amelia is my painfull name.   

Roger : Brilliant.  

Mr. Fallon : very good..(hesitates touching Amelia, so as to pat her)  

Lights fill the entire stage with everyone in focus. Fallon, Amelia, Roger and the reporters.  

Roger : It’s time.  

Amelia : Master Jones.  

Roger : What now ?  

Amelia : I’m scared of so many people.  

Mr. Fallon : Just keep your bloody mouth shut… 

Roger : Amelia….ermm...say whatever I’ve told you. Okay? You’ll do good.  

Amelia nods. 
Mr.  Fallon  :  Roger.  Bloody….Hell...What...What  is  the  Daily  Mail  reporter  doing  here.  That son 

of a b….. 

Roger  :  Ermm..  sir.  He...he  shouldn’t  be  a  problem.  There’s  Sun,  times,  guardian  and 

ermm….Incredibles. We have things under our control. 

Roger  adjusts  Mr.  Fallon’s  tie  while  Amelia  accompanies  him  to  the  table.  Roger watches the 

scene from behind.  

Mr. Fallon and Amelia take their seat… 

Mr.  Fallon  :  (coughs)Good  morning  gentlemen.  Sorry  for  keeping  your  clocks  going  on  for  a 

little.  We  are  gathered  here  to bring forth in front of London, Amelia (pointing to Amelia). The 

little  girl  forced  into  the  red  light  area of Finsbury right under the police. Right under the nose 

of  the  government. Our brave reporter, risked his life to get through those evil hallowed portal 

to  rescue  Amelia  (  wants  to  pat  her  head  but  nudges  her  shoulder.  He’d  never  touch Amelia. 

Pretentious  son  of  a  fucking  bitch​).  She  is  much  like  any  normal  London  girl, going to school, 

playing  at  Hyde’s  park  and  eating  her  favorite  gummy  bears….deprived  of  everything,  which 

the  government  has  to  answer.  They  simply  cannot  keep  getting  away  with  it,  everytime. 

Gentleman, you can begin with the questions now.  

Now, Mr. Fallon knows the Daily Mail guy, so he keeps avoiding him until he says so.  

Everyone raises their hand. Mr. Fallon points to any reporter, but the Daily one.  

Reporter 1 : How difficult it was, for your reporter to get Amelia rescued ?  

Mr.  Fallon  :  Like  I  said...he  risked  his  life.  The  place  has  itself  crawling  with  criminals,  yet  the 

police do nothing about it.  

Daily mail reporter : Sir...Sir… 

Mr. Fallon points to Rep 2 

Reporter 2 : Amelia, can you introduce yourself ? Many people will be watching you. 
Amelia looks at Mr. Fallon and says : My favourite band is…. 

Mr. Fallon : Tell them you are, dear.  

Amelia : Ermm.. My name is…. 

Mr. Fallon : yes...yes.. 

Amelia  :  My  name  is  Amelia.  I’m  11. I was taken by a thug to Finsbury. The police did not help 

me. 

Reporter 2 : You asked for help ?  

Amelia : Yes. The police did not help me. 

Mr. Fallon : That is so shameful….(sighs) Next (points to Rep3)  

Rep 3 : Amelia, what did you do before you were kidnapped ?  

Amelia  :  I  was  with  my  mother.  My  name  is  Amelia….  ermm...  I  liked  playing  the  piano.  I  like 

Music. My favourite band is The Beatles… 

Mr.  Fallon  :  Poor  girl…She  wrote  poems  too.  This  girl  has  natural  artistic  instincts..Amelia  tell 

them your poem : 

Amelia : I was kept in a cage, 

My wings clipped, I was told lies, 

They said that fragile birds were never meant to fly…..They… 

They watched me cry, behind the door 

Latched tight, while I struggled no more. 

I had no Fear. No Shame.  

Amelia is my painfull name.  

Mr  Fallon  :  (acts  like  he  has  tears  in  his  eyes.  ​He  is  a  fucking  piece  of  shit.​)  That  was 

so…...melancholic! Next one, please.  

   
 

   

Rep 3 : Sir, I have a follow up 

Mr. Fallon : Uh..yes yes...proceed 

Rep  3  : What do you think about the socio-economic condition of the other girls in Finsbury of 

you, in London? 

Mr. Fallon : (laughs) I’m not sure… 

Amelia : Huh ? I…. My name is Amelia…  

Everyone laughs and Amelia joins the laughter. 

Mr. Fallon : We must be go easy with her...gentlemen. (laughs)...She does…  

The  Daily  Mail  guy  :  Sir,  sir….(louder)  Are  you  avoiding  the presence of someone outside your 

circle? Sir…  

Mr. Fallon : Erm...Who...No no...certainly not. Proceed, gentleman.  

The  Daily  Mail  reporter : (clearing his throat) Where is the reporter that rescued her. Shouldn’t 

he  be  present  here.  Also,  I  have  it  from  sources  that  he  actually  bought  Amelia  by  paying  a 

sum of 100 pounds….Is it true, Mr. Fallon ?  

(Commotion in the reporters) 

Mr.  Fallon  :  Easy...easy  gentleman.  Easy…(commotion  subsides)...this  information  that  The 

Daily...ermm...I mean…. Your sources have, is absolutely wrong with no substantial evidence to 

validate the same. And...and...our brave reporter, Mr. Roger Jones is busy preparing his reports 
while  we  strip  the  government  of  its  negligence.  He  is  as selfless as any reporter here, at The 

Daily Telegraph, who needs no fame. We are for The People.....Next… 

The  Daily  Mail  reporter  :  Sir,  can  you  please  let  Amelia  talk  ?  Amelia,  who  saved  you  that 

night? Did he buy you ?  

Mr. Fallon : Sir, I am afraid, you are violating the code of conduct here, I might ask… 

Amelia  :  Yes.  Master  Roger  saved  me  from  the  bad  people.  He  fought  with  them.  He  is  very 

kind to me. (Her voice breaks) 

The Daily Mail reporter : MASTER Roger? Why would you call him…. 

Mr.  Fallon : Okay...gentleman. That is it, for today. I hope you got all your answers. I’m sure the 

government will wake up, now.  

End of the Conference.  

Mr. Fallon accompanies Amelia, to Roger standing behind as light focuses on them :  

Mr.  Fallon  :  Roggie...Roggie  hugs  him.  It  was  splendid.  Bloody  hell  Daily  Guy  almost  got 

me...Bloody  Son  of  a  ….  Roggie  we  just  need  a  special  cover  of  Amelia….I’ll  tell  Donald.  And 

yes, I’m getting you drinks today, Roggie boy. Eight, at the Princess Louise's. (pats him) 

Roger : uh...yes sir. Surely. It’s my pleasure.  

Mr  Fallon  :  Roger,  umm…  how  is  Elpis?  I’ve  not  met  her,  in  a  long  time…  bring  her  with  you. 

How is she ? (chuckles)  

Roger  :  Sir,  she  is  actually,  she  ….okay  Sir.  She’ll  surely  come  (  ​It’s  important  to  somehow 

show  that  Roger  doesn’t  want  Elpis  to  come, but has to submit to Mr. Fallon. He’s the 

boss, after all​) 

Mr.  Fallon  :  To  Master Roger….(laughs) (Mr. Fallon goes on to pat Amelia’s head but doesn’t at 

the end. ​What a bitch )  

END OF ACT 2 

  

   
ACT 3 :  

Setting : A bar with instrumental jazz playing in the background. Table, chairs. 

Color : Black to Grey color palette.  

Characters : Elpis, Rogers, Mr. Fallon and the Bartender.  

Scene opens into a restaurant, Roger and Elpis waiting at a table.  

Elpis,  playing  with  the  fork  and  glass  : This is is the fourth time, Mr. Fallon has pulled a classic 

“Mr. Fallon”, Rogers. (quoting gesture) Is he ever on time?  

Roger : Elpis. Your choice of words need tweaks. Be careful of what you say, in front of him.  

I want you to be absolutely sure of this. (anger)  

Elpis  :  sighs!  You’ve  said  this  the  fifth  time.  The  way  we  pretend  ourselves  to  be  so  nice 

around  him,  every  time,  I  don’t  even  need  to  think  about  it,  this  time.  (Laughs,  gently).  It  has 

almost become an involuntary action for me.(laughs, gently)   

Roger  :  Have  you….(Louder)  (Looks  around..)  Have  you  lost  your  wit  with  three  glasses  of  it? 

(Says softly, pointing to the wine, they have been already drinking)  

Elpis : I’m not drunk. See (widen her eyes). (laughs). Are you? 

Roger  :  Elpis(  holds,  her  hand).  Please,  just…...just  be  silent.  Don’t….don’t  look  at  Mr.  Fallon.  I 

mean,  don’t...ugh!  Just  shhh  (  hushes  her).  Here,  I will order some nice meal for you. That’ll fix 

this, for a while I guess( Says this to himself). Waiter! (Waves him) 

(Enters : The waiter) 

Waiter : What would you like to have on this glorious night, Sir? How did you like the wine?  

Rogers : What on Earth is th…. 

Elpis : It’s really good. You see, it has the tingling sensation on the tip of your tongue,  

Slight  oily  sensation  in  the  middle  of  your  tongue  that….that...  lingers.  Could  it….could  it  be 

less sweet?  

Waiter  :  Madam,  could  you  please  repeat  ?  The  feedback  of  our  patrons,  are  very  valuable to 

us.   

(The Waiter, pulls out a small notebook and a pen, from his pocket and stars scribbling down.)  

Waiter : Tingling sensation on the tip. Oily in the…. 

Waiter and Elpis : middle ( unison )  

Elpis : ooh! Less sweet ( says promptly)  

Waiter : less sweet. Madam, any more idea on how you could improve the taste?  

Elpis : Oh! Sit down. (Points to the empty chair) You could… 

Roger  : Elpis. Are you out of…..(controls his anger) Elpis, darling.What would you eat? Should I 

order the most expensive meal off the list?  

Elpis : Let me….I’ll have…. 

Roger  :  Get  the  lady,  a  tofu  in  black  bean  sauce  and  get  me…  (says  softly)...  these  (  points  to 

the wine) 

Waiter gestures ~ one, with his finger. 

Roger nods. 

Waiter : Right away sir !   

(Exits : Waiter)  

(Music changes to Romantic jazz, instrumental)  

Elpis : I seem… I remember this songs. (Plays along the music). Roger…. 
Roger : Yes ( impatiently checking his wrist watch )  

Elpis : Do you love me? 

Roger : What ? Wh...What do you mean, Elpis?  

Elpis : I I asked you, do you love me? 

Roger  :  Of  course  I  do,  dear.  You….Why  do  you  ask  this  to  me?  You  are  so  important  to  me 

(holding her hand). Look at you! You’re looking incredibly beautiful today. You really are.  

Elpis : Do I?  

Roger : (laughs) Of course you are. I cannot….. 

(Enters : Davis Fallon)  

Roger : Sir, sir. ( waves at him ).  

Mr. Fallon hurries to the table, hugs Roger 

Mr. Fallon :Oh Roger. Oh Roger. That was, amazing. Absolute stunner.  

Roger : Thank you, sir. 

Fallon  :  You’ve  been  the  talk of the town, since the conference. Oh, how I want to see the look 

on the faces of those swines at the Daily Mails. Those rats, those filthy rats…. 

( Mr. Fallon notices Elpis.) 

Mr.  Fallon  :  What  a  pleasant  surprise,  Elpis  !  (  Holding  her  hands)  .  Roger,  you  didn’t  tell  me 

Elpis  was  coming  along.  (Still  holding  her  hand,  while  Elpis  feels  uneasy  and  tries  to  free 

away) 

Roger : Umm. Sir (chuckles) She… she loves the food here. She has… 

Fallon  :  I  would  have  bought  her  some  presents.  You  know,  I  was  at  the  Camden  market, 

yesterday…. 

(Elpis frees her hands from Mr. Fallon’s hold.) 

Elpis : I don’t need any presents. ( softly ) 

Mr. Fallon : huh?  

Roger : Umm, Sir. Why don’t we...we sit down. (pulls the chair for Mr. Fallon)  

(Roger and Mr. Fallon take their seats) 

Mr. Fallon : It’s lovely in here, Roger.  

Roger : Yes sir. 

Mr. Fallon : Isn’t it, Elpis?  

Elpis nods. 

Mr. Fallon : Where is the girl? ( asks Roger )  

Elpis : Her name is Amelia. 

Mr. Fallon : Yes, yes...umm…(turns to Roger) Where is she? 

Roger : Sir, she… 

Elpis : She is living with us.  

Mr.  Fallon  :  (laughs) What ? What is the meaning of this, Roger? She needs to be at the office. 

I’ve  scheduled  her  an interview with Donald and other fellows. She needs a full page, beside a 

conference. You know it.  

Rogers : Yes, Sir. I’ll take her right away after we…. 

Elpis  :  She  is  not  going  anywhere.  Mr.  Fallon.  She.  Is.  Not.  Going.  Anywhere.  I  see  what’s 

going on…(Roger holds Elpis’ hands firmly)  

Elpis becomes quiet.  

(Enters : The waiter, with the dish, and a bottle of wine, serves the dish for Elpis and pours the 

wine for Roger.) 

Roger  (  Handling  the  glass  of  wine  to  Mr.  Fallon)  :  Sir,  this  has  to be the talk of the town and 

not the conference.(Pointing to the glass) The best of the London brews.  

(The waiter pours another glass, for Roger and leaves the scene.) 
(Roger and Mr. Fallon laugh. Meanwhile, Elpis plays with food. She doesn’t eat.)  

Mr.  Fallon  (raising  a  toast)  :  To  the  coverage  that  produced  convulsions  in  those 

Conservatives.  (Laughs).  Oh,  how  I  want  to  see  what  they’ll  come  out  with. (Meanwhile Elpis 

pours a glass for herself)  

Elpis : To Amelia ( Raising a toast) 

Mr. Fallon :Ah! To Amelia.  

Rogers : ( after a long pause) To Amelia (staring at Elpis) 

(Elpis drinks the entire glass in no time)  

Mr. Fallon : Hah! I see you like the wine, dear. 

Elpis : Yes 

Mr. Fallon : Should we bring in more for the lady, Roger? (Laughs) 

Roger : (laughs) Umm… no sir, we’re… we’ve had some, earlier this evening. Didn’t we Elpis? 

Elpis : What? Wh...(Elpis reaches for the wine bottle which Rogers pulls away) 

Rogers : Um, Sir, let me get you a nice meal. They have this amazing dish. Waiter…. 

Mr.  Fallon  :  No,  no  Roger.  I  was  at  the  meeting  with  Mr.  Wilson.  You  know,  the  shadow 

minister. Umm...this Scottish fellow… 

Roger  :  Yes,  yes  sir.  The  Shadow  Home  minister,  of  the  Labour  party  (  Mr.  Fallon  hushes 

Roger) 

Mr.  Fallon  :  Yes.  yes  (gestures  him  to  lower  his  voice)  He  is  very  pleased.  (A  bit  loud).  He  is 

very pleased( lowers his volume) with how the things have been going.  

(Roger and Mr. Fallon will converse in low volume, from here.) 

Rogers : Is it quite so, Sir?  

Mr.  Fallon  :  Oh  yes,  Rogger.  The  way  we  digged  out  the untouched story of the killing of that 

black guy…. 
Rogers : Yes, Sir. Who was shot. (chuckles). That one! 

Mr.  Fallon  :  (Chuckles)  Poor  chap.  That  was the our best coverage of this year so far, Roger. It 

was there where The Labour Party liked our work. So much, Rogers.  

Roger : Oh yes Sir. They’ve been grafetul….I mean we’ve been fortunate.  

(Meanwhile,  Elpis  gets  hold  of  the wine and pours herself another glass. She drinks down this 

glass, in a go, which Mr. Fallon and Roger don’t notice)  

Mr.  Fallon  :  Yes,  Roggie  (gives  him  a  pat).  And  now  with  your  sex  market  thing….whatever…. 

that you pulled off, at the conference. Splendid. Amelia. She’s a darling, Rogers. (laughs)  

Rogers : (laughs) The conference was a blast,Sir. 

Mr.  Fallon  :Blast  ?  It  was  atomic,  Roggie  (  laughs  )  Enough  to  sedate  Japan,  again(laughs 

again).  I  liked  how  that  poor  girl  fumbled  at  the  question  that  doofus  asked.  “How  is  the 

socio-economic condition of the likes of you, in London?” (Laughs)  

Roger  :  (Laughs).  Yes,  Sir.  It  surely  gave  a  comic touch to the whole coverage. The people are 

loving it, the party is loving it.  

Mr. Fallon : Yes. We should…. 

Elpis : (holds Mr. Fallon by the collar) You filthy animal. You made fun of her.  

Mr. Fallon : What is the meaning of this. Roger…. ( Roger tries to free Mr. Fallon from Elpis) 

Elpis  :  You  made  her  the  laughing  stock  of  your  god  forsaken  garbage  conference.  You  used 

her for your publicity. You filthy two-faced ungrateful snake. 

(Roger  manages  in  getting  Elpis  off  Mr.  Fallon  and  slaps  her  right  away.  Elpis  falls  on  the 

floor) 

Mr. Fallon : Roger, what is wrong with your wife. How dare she…. 

Roger  :  I’m  sorry...I’m  terribly  sorry  Sir. She is a little overdrunk.(comforts Mr. Fallon, adjusting 

his collar, while Elpis sobs on the floor) Waiter. Where is the god-damned waiter(shouts)  
(Enter the waiter) 

Waiter : yes sir (hurries)  

Roger : Bring Mr. Fallon a glass of water. Cold 

Mr. Fallon : warm(coughing)  

Roger : Warm 

The waiter nods and leaves. 

(Roger  goes  on  to  Elpis  who’s  lying  on  the  floor,  sobbing)  (The  light  shifts  to  their 

conversation) 

Music changes to sad instrumental jazz.  

Roger holds Elpis by her hand and pulls her up  

Roger  :  Get  up.  I  said get up, you pathetic fool. Do you even, (gets angry) have the slightest of 

idea that your foolishness will get me out on London, let alone losing my job?  

All the while, Elpis sobs, cries 

Elpis  :  But  Roger,  you  lied  to  me.You  said  the  conference  will  make  people  aware  about  her 

condition. And, that you’d help her…. 

Roger  :  Elpis!  Cut  down  the  hyper  sentimental  emotional  drama,  right  away.  Amelia laughed. 

She  laughed  too,  when  she  had  no  idea  what  to  say.  She..  she  is  a  rough  and  rugged  street 

girl.She doesn’t care about the situation. 

Elpis  :  I  do.  It  hurts,  because  you  promised  me  something  and  broke  that  promise.  Look  at 

yourself Roger. You sound just like those glory hunting reporters. (Roger gestures her to lower 

down,  but  she  doesn’t)  Look  at you, all you care is fame, and power. I wonder if you even love 

me Roger? Tell me..(shouts)  

Roger : Elpis, darling. It’s getting embarrassing in here. 

Elpis  :  I  don’t  care.  You  don’t  love  me  Roger.  You’ve  changed.  You’ve  changed  (Shouts)  You 

don’t care about me. You’ve changed……..(Lights dim) 

END OF ACT 3 

   
ACT 4 SCENE 1 

Setting : Same as A1S1 and A1S2, following the Brown Life Color Palette. 

Elpis is sitting on the chair holding her head. She’s having a mild headache.  

Elpis : Ugh! My head…..hurts so much. Thomas! (pause, 4-6 seconds) Thomas (Louder) 

( Enters : Thomas with tea in his hand. ) 

Thomas : Yes, madam. Here’s your tea. (Giving it to Elpis)  

Elpis takes a sip of tea, and coughs. 

Elpis : Good Lord. How much sugar did you put in ? 

Thomas : Errm. 3 tablespoon madam. 

Elpis : Goodness me. Who puts… 

Thomas : Sorry, madam. Should I make another one?  

Elpis : (sighs) No. Ugh! I don’t. Thomas! When did Roger and I came back, yesterday. 

Thomas : Ermm.. 

Elpis : From the dinner.  

Thomas  :  11:00  pm  madam.  You  were..errm...unconscious…  which  Master  Jones  explained  as 

to an alcohol overrun….sorry…..overdrive. Alcohol overdrive.  

Elpis  :  What?  (remembering)  Oh  yes.  Oh  no.  No.(laughs)  I  was  all  over  Mr.  Fallon.  (smiles  at 

Thomas). I also…(laughing) (Pause) Thomas. Roger slapped me, yesterday. He.. (breaks down) 

Thomas  :  (Gasps)  Madam.  Are  you  sure  of  this...ermm…unfortunate  event?  That  must  have 

been something else. Master Jones, would never do that.  

Elpis  :  (stares  at  her  the  bruises on her hand) Yes. He did. I became furious at Mr. Fallon. He’s 

a  filthy  person.  He...he  exploited  Amelia.  He  used  her  for…..Oh  my  God.  (Gasps)  Thomas! 

Where is Amelia? Has Roger taken her too?  

Thomas  :  Erm,  madam.  She  is  in  the  bedroom.  Master  Jones….erm…he  told  me  to  give  her 

breakfast and get her ready before he gets home. 

Elpis : What for ? (Irritated)  

Thomas : I’m afraid I don’t quite know Madam.  

Elpis : Thomas! Tell me what did he tell you? When did he leave?  

Thomas : Madam, it would not be….. 

Elpis : Oh for heaven’s sake Thomas. Tell me what is going on. (Shouts)  

Thomas  :  (sighs)  Master  Jones  left  as  early  as  9:00  am  Madam.  He  had  a  phone  call  while he 

was  having  his  breakfast.  He  was  very  tensed  after  the  phone  call.  He  told  me  to  get Amelia 

the breakfast. He would be taking her somewhere... 

Elpis : What ? He would not…. Thomas, get Amelia. 

Thomas nods and leaves the scene.  

Elpis  (reading  the  newspaper,  from  the  table)  :  Jesus  Christ.  The  spread  on  this  is  huge. 

(Throws the newspaper in disgust) 

(  Enter  :  Thomas  with  Amelia  )  (*again,  see  the  character,  Eleven,  from  Stranger  Things. 

Amelia is akin to her, when it comes to the behaviour) 

Elpis : Hello, Amelia (smiles)...Come, sit down (pointing at the chair)   

(Thomas takes her to the chair and pulls it for her. Amelia takes her seat.) 

Elpis : Hello (Waves her hand)  

Amelia shakes her hand 

Elpis : Did you like the apple pie ?  

Amelia nods.  

Thomas : The cinnamon was balanced this time, madam ( Smiling )  

(Elpis stares at Thomas) 

Elpis : Amelia, would you like some more? Thomas, get the ingredients ready.  

Thomas : Yes, madam. 

(Exits : Thomas) 

Elpis : (running her hands through Amelia’s hair) You have nice hair. ( smiles ) 

Amelia : (smiles)  

Elpis : What did Roger tell you, dear ?  

Amelia : Roger?  

Elpis : Roger….ermm 

Amelia : Master Jones?  

Elpis : What? Yes. He’s not….he’s not your master. 

Amelia : huh? 

Elpis : Why do call him, Master 

Amelia  :  That  is  what  they  told  me  there.  Where  I  lived.  Everyone  who  chose  me,  was  my 

Master for….for that day. 

Elpis  :  (shows  sympathy  by  running  her  fingers  across  her  head)  Where…(chokes)  where  are 

the others? Your friends?  

Amelia : Friends? No. 

Elpis : Do you recall anything about your parents, dear?  

Amelia  :  ​mère.(gasps)  ​(pronounced  :  meyah  ,  means mother in French) ​Mother. I….I lived with 

my  mother in Lyon. My father...he left us. I don’t know him. My mother played the piano, at the 

subway. I sat beside her. She….(chokes)  

Elpis : Oh god(says to herself). How...how did you get here?  

Amelia  :  A  man,  tall.  Very  tall.  He  was  there  that  day  when  mother  was  playing  Fur  Elise  at 

the station. You know Fur Elise? (hyms the tune loud) 
Elpis (nods)  

Amelia : He bought me. He gave mother 50 euros. He took me to London where I worked. 

Elpis : (covers her mouth, in shock)  

Amelia : Master Jones is better( smiles ). He bought me for 100 euros. 100 (laughs)  

Elpis  :  What?  (surprised)  Roger  bought  you  from  those  people?  This...Oh  my  God. He said he 

rescued you.  

Amelia : Rescued?  

Elpis : He said he got you out of there.  

Amelia : Yes. He paid 100 euros for me. How much did he pay for you?  

Elpis : Amelia. (Loud) What are…(pauses. 10-12 seconds) He got me for free. 0 Euros.  

Amelia : (laughs)  

Elpis : (smiles) You see, you are better than me. 

Amelia : (laughing) Erm, madam… 

Elpis : Yes, dear 

Amelia :  The master bought you; he bought me, too. He spent a lot of money on us. Didn’t he? 

It  isn’t easy to earn money… So, both of us must stay here  together like sisters. We’ll keep the 

master  happy.…  Fifteen  days  of  the  month,  you  sleep  with  the  master;  the  other  fifteen,  I’ll 

sleep with him. Agreed? 

Elpis (smiles and nods)  

*doorbell rings (hastily)  

Elpis opens the door, to see Roger panting.  

Roger ( panting ) : Amelia, come on dear, we need to leave.  

Elpis : No. Roger. She will not leave. She’s…..She’s going to stay here. 
Roger  :  Stay  here?  Don’t  be  absurd!  Some  treacherous  swine  got  to  know  about….Amelia…  I 

mean 

Elpis : You mean how you bought her? Huh, Roger? 

Roger  :  Shut  up,  Elpis.  You’re  not  saying  anything.  I  need  to  take  her  to….ermm...the 

orphanage, before ….before I….(holds Amelia) Come on, dear. You’ve had your breakfast?  

Amelia ( nods ) 

Elpis ( resisting ): I’m telling you this very seriously. Amelia is going to stay here.   

Roger : And why would that be?  

Elpis : It’s my will 

Roger : Your will ( laughs)  

Elpis : Can’t I have a will of my own ?  

Roger : Stop being ridiculous. You’re acting very strangely since yesterday, Elpis.  

Elpis : Yes, I am. ( frees Amelia’s hand from Roger)  

Roger : How dare you, ( pushes Elpis slightly) 

Elpis : You’re a monster, Roger. You used her.  

Roger : Come on, dear. We need to leave.  

(Roger takes Amelia away, telling Elpis to shut up while she tried to resist)  

Lights dim.  

END OF ACT 4 SCENE 1 

   
​ACT 4 SCENE 2 

Setting : Same as A1S1; A1S2 and A4S1, following the Brown Life Color Palette. 

Elpis is sitting on the table, playing with the knife. 

Enter : Thomas 

Thomas : Madam.(Elpis does not react) Madam (Elpis snaps out) Wouldn’t you eat? It’s 10pm.  

Elpis : No, Thomas, let Roger come.  

Thomas : Sure, madam.  

Elpis : Thomas! We should have given the apple pie, to Amelia. (breaks)  

Thomas : Madam, would you like to drink some tea? 

Elpis : (coughs)yes, Thomas 

(Exits : Thomas) 

Elpis’  monologue  :  Laugh  when  he  says  laugh.  Cry,  when  he  says,  cry.  When  he says pick up 

the phone…. 

Roger’s  monologue  :  You  pick  up  the  damn  phone.  Go,  pick  the  bloody  phone.  I  said  pick  it 

up…. 

Elpis  picks up the phone, scared. She looks around to realise that it’s all in her head.  She loses 

her  mind,  and  lies  on  the  floor.  All  the while she acts terrified, as she undergoes the following 

in her mind :  

Elpis’ monologue : When he says….(voice shakes) come to the party,  

Roger’s monologue : Come to the party.  

Elpis’ monologue : When he says lie on the bed….. 

Roger’s  monologue  :  You  lie  on  the  bed.  (laughs)  Elpis,  darling  you’re  so  beautiful.  You  have 

the most beautiful… 

Elpis’  monologue  :  He  brings  home  a  slave  and  exploits  her.  He  doesn’t  consider  a  slave  a 

human  being  –  just  a  useful  object.  I  am  nothing,  but  a  slave.  One  you  can  use  and  throw 

away.  

Roger’s  monologue  :  What  garbage  is  this  pie?  What  is  wrong  with  you,  what is wrong with 

you (shouts) What is wrong…. 

Elpis’  monologue  :  He  gets  people to call him a sworn enemy of tyranny. But he tyrannizes his 

own slave as much as he likes… 

Roger monologue : Shhhh….shhhh...Elpis darling, you’re beautiful. I love you. I love…. 

Amelia’s monologue : we’re sisters. (laugh) we’re sisters (laugh) he got you for free (laughs) 

Elpis  (shouts)  :  No….no  (louder).  I  am  not  your  slave.  I  am  not,  not  your  slave.  No  women  is. 

No  women  is.  (screams  in  anger).  Why  aren’t  women  ever  the  masters?  Why  can’t  a women 

at least ask to live her life the same way a man?  

Amelia : because we are sisters (laughs) 

Roger : What garbage is this pie?   

Amelia : because we are sisters (laughs) 

Elpis gets totally insane as the doorbell rings... 

Elpis opens the door to find Roger extremely drunk. She wipes off her tear. 

Roger : (kissing her hand) You look extremely beautiful.  

Elpis handles Roger to the chair.  

Roger : Get me a goddamn lighter. Elpis. I love you. (Puts a cigarette in his mouth) 

Elpis goes on to the table, plays with the knife for a while and hides it behind her. 

Roger : Hey. Quickly.  

Elpis then goes on light the cigarette, undress Roger’s coat, and shoes. Pours him some wine.  

Roger : (laughing) Lovely (as he holds the wine) 

Elpis  stabs  Roger  repeatedly(more  than  20  stabs)....  crying  saying  the  following  lines  in  a 

mixed fashion :  

You’re a monster. Not anymore. I am not your slave. You never loved me.  

Lights dim.  

END OF ACT 4 SCENE 2 

   
ACT 4 SCENE 3 

Same setting, Elpis putting her head down on the table. It was all in her mind.  

Thomas (waking Elpis) Madam...madam… 

Elpis wakes up frightened.  

Elpis : (gasps) What? Thomas. Thomas, where is Roger? What time it is? 

Thomas  :  Master  Jones  hasn’t  come,  yet.  It’s  11:30,  madam.  (checking  the  time)  Here’s  your 

tea.  

Elpis : Huh! Yes. Umm...thank you, Thomas. 

(Exits : thomas ) 

(Elpis tries to digest the fact that it was a dream, while the doorbell rings.) 

(Elpis opens the door to find Roger extremely drunk.) 

Roger : (kissing her hand) You look extremely beautiful.  

Elpis handles Roger to the chair.  

Roger : Get me a goddamn lighter. Elpis. I love you. (Puts a cigarette in his mouth) 

Elpis goes on to the table, plays with the knife for a while and hides it behind her. 

Roger : Hey. Quickly.  

Elpis then goes on light the cigarette, undress Roger’s coat, and shoes. Pours him some wine.  

Roger : (laughing) Lovely (as he holds the wine) 

Elpis throws away the knife 

Crying, she continues to undress him while Roger’s monologue play. ) 

Roger’s monologue :   

I will keep you in a cage, 

Clip your wings, tell you lies, 

Say that fragile birds were never meant to fly 

Watch you cry, behind the door 

Latched tight, while you struggle no more. 

Have you no fear? No Shame ? (Shouts) 

You’re an Amelia, with a different name.  

Lights dim.  

END OF ACT 4 SCENE 2