Killer Joe

PRODUCTION HISTORY

Killer Joe received its world premiere at the Next Lab in Evanston, Illinois, on August 3, 1993. It was directed by Wilson Milam; the set and lighting designs were by Robert G. Smith, the costume design was by Laura Cunningham, the sound design was by Chris Peterson; the fight choreographer was Chuck Coyl and the stage manager was Justin Holmes. The cast was:

Killer Joe received its New York premiere at 29th Street Rep (Tim Corcoran and David Mogentale, Artistic Directors) on September 29, 1994. It was produced by 29th Street Rep and Darren Lee Cole. The production was directed by Wilson Milam; the set design was by Richard Meyer, the lighting design was by Jeremy Kumin, the costume design was by Elizabeth Elkins; the fight choreographer was J. David Brimmer and the production stage manager was Brad Rohrer. The cast was:

Killer Joe was produced in New York at the SoHo Playhouse by Darren Lee Cole and Scott Morfee on October 18, 1998. It was directed by Wilson Milam; the set design was by George Xenos, the lighting design was by Greg MacPherson, the costume design was by Jana Stauffer, the sound design was by Hired Gun/One Dream; the fight choreographer was J. David Brimmer and the production stage manager was Richard A. Hodge. The cast was:

CHARACTERS

CHRIS SMITH, twenty-two years old

SHARLA SMITH, Chris’s stepmother, early thirties

ANSEL SMITH, Chris’s father, thirty-eight years old

DOTTIE SMITH, Chris’s sister, twenty years old

KILLER JOE COOPER, mid-thirties

SETTING

A trailer home on the outskirts of Dallas, Texas.

Two entrances: a door leading outside, and a hallway leading to the bathroom and two bedrooms.

The living room occupies two-thirds of the set, the kitchen occupies one-third. There is no separation between the rooms, unless it is a small counter extending from the wall. The playing area should be quite small and cramped. A low ceiling is helpful.

The furnishings and decorations in the trailer are seedy and cheap; walls covered with ugly wood paneling; tattered, smoke-stained plastic shades covering the windows; kitchen filled with dirty, mismatched cups and utensils, many of them fast-food giveaways; a hide-a-bed, stained, torn, burned with cigarettes; a coffee table covered with fast-food debris, empty beer cans and filled ashtrays; grimy refrigerator, filled almost solely with beer; a monstrous television, topped by a snarled and intricate antenna made of coat hangers and tin foil; Taco Bell refrigerator magnets, Dallas Cowboy cheerleader calendar, ZZ Top poster and other detritus of the poor.

AUTHOR’S NOTES

No pre-show music. Only static from the TV.

No incidental or atmosphere music within the scenes. All music and sound should be sourced, with the exception of intermission, curtain call and the scene changes (see below).

Blackouts between the scenes should be covered by the sound of the following scene. For example: Act Two, Scene 1 ends, blackout, sound of evangelist on house speakers; once scene change is completed, lights rise on Scene 2 and evangelist cross-fades from house speakers to onstage radio.

Scene changes should be as quick and quiet as possible.

Lighting should appear to be sourced.

The final dinner is wholly improvised, and may take as long as two or three minutes.

As written, the final fight is a map of the dynamics of the scene. Directors and fight choreographers worth their salt will change it as necessary to meet their staging needs.

A NOTE TO THE PLAYERS

The published edition of Killer Joe contains many stage directions designed to help a reader visualize this material. Although you will inevitably incorporate many of these stage directions into your production, you are encouraged to start from scratch, inhabit the characters, and make the play your own.

Ellipsis (. . .) indicates an incomplete thought, or a trailing off.

Dash (—) indicates an interruption and overlapping.

ACT ONE

SCENE 1

Lights slowly rise. Faint glow of the street lights bleeds through the window shades. Flickering ghost light spills from the TV, tuned to snow.

Lightning. Thunder.

T-Bone, a neighbor’s pit bull with a bad attitude and a chain a few links too long, snorts and barks ferociously outside.

Footsteps. Doorknob. Tap on the door.

CHRIS: Dottie? (Beat) Dottie?

(The tap grows louder. T-Bone keeps barking.)

Dottie, wake up. It’s me.

(The tap grows even louder. Chris raises his voice slightly, but he tries to be quiet.)

Come on, Dottie. It’s me, goddamn it. Let me in. I’m cold. I gotta piss. Let me in.

(Pause. The voice is impatient, almost yelling. The knock gets louder.)

Shut up, T-Bone! Dottie, goddamn it,