Marcia White

My Work – Plays and Monologues

Monologue inspired by the quote:

‘Jesus Christ! What? Like a Medium?’

By Marcia White


Michael is in the Gents, talking to himself in the mirror, pacing up and down.

Why does he do that? My customer! Moves in right before the kill. Fat, lazy bastard, time he retired. Bully, not a mentor. Thief. If I can’t meet my targets, I’ll be out of a job. Poor mum.

And sis, God knows what she’s up to. ‘Learning how to talk to the dead?’ If she manages to get through to Dad; he can’t help. Didn’t help when he was alive, why would he bother now? He’ll have forgotten we ever existed. Only interested in sex and booze. No doubt chasing some young thing. He’ll never change.

He terrorised her; ignored her; made her ill. Sis you need your head examining.

Deep shit! If I loose this job, there’ll be no money coming in. I hate the place: bloody job. If it wasn’t for the company car, I’d be out of here. That bastard pinches my commission. And those beer drinking, womanisers: Jesus Christ, what a bunch? The stench of cheap aftershave makes me vomit. As for their sick jokes.

What else can I do? Hate every minute of it. Fuck Dad and his women, hope he’s in some hell hole! Sorry Mum.

What a mess? Holy shit, her operation’s tomorrow. Can’t go job hunting now. Get back out there, before they notice I’ve gone. Next time that bastard muscles in on my customers, I’ll tell him his flies are undone, and his phone’s flashing porn through his shirt pocket. Here goes. I’ll look after you Mum. What else can I do?


This play tells two stories. Both start at the Goodwood Motor Racing Circuit and end at Highgate, in North London. From the 1950s we have the story of Ruth Ellis, the last women to be hanged. From the 1960s there’s the parallel story of  ‘The Great Train Robbery’.


Ruth wants a secure relationship. David wants sex, booze and thrills. Roy wants money, success and speed. Do they get what they want? It’s complicated.


By Marcia White.


Scene 4                                                               

Reynold’s smart London home, doorbell rings, off stage we hear:

Reynolds – Trust you won’t be late on the day.

Roy – Do you ever stop moaning?

They enter.

Reynolds – Timing’s crucial; you should know that.

Roy – Yes old man. Speed’s crucial too. I’ve got a couple of Jags lined up.

Reynolds  –  Enough of the ‘old’, and you won’t need the Jags. We’re using Land Rovers.

Roy  –  You’ve got to be kidding. They won’t out run anything.

Reynolds  –  They’ll blend in beautifully with all that lovely countryside. A Jag would stand out like a sore thumb.

Roy –  Land Rovers are not getaway cars.

Reynolds  – Everything’s been worked out; down to the finest detail. We’ll stick to the plan.

Roy – Whose plan is it?

Reynolds  –  It came my way via a solicitor’s clerk; that’s all you need to know. This is the biggest job we’ve ever done, we can pull it off.

Roy – Shame Micky’s banged up. I’ll see his alright after the payoff. He kept his mouth shut over Heathrow.

Reynolds – One of the boys alright.

Roy – You sure about these Land Rovers?

Reynolds  –  Two old Land Rovers, and an army surplus truck. Got it?

Roy – You’re the boss. I’ll never outrun the cops in those.

Reynolds – You might, if you cut across the fields.

Roy – How many of us on this job?

Reynolds – We’ve had to bring in another London gang.  We need their guy to rig signals. Still need someone to master the art of decoupling railway carriages. You’re small in stature.

Roy – I can take a hint, I’ll do it.

Reynolds – Practice, practice, practice! Perfect on the night.

Roy – I’ll creep into the rail yards after dark, and play trains. I’ll get the hang of it.

Reynolds – Good man: Knew I could rely on you. We’re going to move the engine, and the mail coach, away from the rest of the train, to somewhere suitable for your getaway vehicles.

Roy – I trust they’ll be no violence this time?

Reynolds – No one needs to get hurt, provided we stick to the plan. I’ll assign another couple of chaps to work with you on the decoupling. We’ll need someone to drive the train, in case the driver’s uncooperative.

Roy – Can’t be much to it; I’ll hitch a ride in an engine and have a go.

Reynolds – Thought you’d be the one for the job. The readies will be extremely heavy, so we’re buying an old farmhouse near the operation.

Roy – Makes me wonder if you need me?

Reynolds – We need you; we don’t have Micky to help out. It’ll be easier this way.

Roy – All part of the great master plan?

Reynolds – We’ll stash the money there, ’til things quieten down. Then move it, in a horse box.

Roy  – Guess that’s better than a pony and trap.

Reynolds –  Any questions? You crystal clear on everything?