Osama The Hero Denis Kelly - Monologue
Osama The Hero Denis Kelly - Monologue
Osama The Hero Denis Kelly - Monologue
FRANCIS: I’m gonna tell you a story about my dad. This one
time I brought home a dog, scruffy little mongrel, half
staf, my dad never trusted staff, I’m about eight, never ever
trusted stafs, found him up the field, brought him
home and my dad says - that’s a staf: that’s a staf, that’ll
turn - but I begged and begged to keep that dog and he
says - alright - because he loved me, Gary - alright, you
can keep that dog but if anything happens - and he didn’t
finish his sentence, just if anything happens and that’s it.
Week later that dog tears into my sister, tears into her, you
can still see the scar, you ask her, in here on her upper
arm, you ask her, blood… blood… takes her up the hospital,
carries her up the hospital, and I’m at home, hours going
by, fucking shitting, dog as well, both shitting it. He comes
home, says nothing. Gets the dog, gets me, gets a knife.
Goes upstairs. Into the bathroom. Dog in the bath, shaking.
Takes my hand, puts it on the dog’s jugular, says - feel that
pulse? - puts the knife into my other hand. Blood hits the
fucking ceiling. Took me forty-five minutes to cut the head
off. Another hour to cut the legs off, through the bone. Put
it in a beanbag, took it up the field, chucked it in the lake.
My dad loved me. He loved my sister. D’you understand
that? Gary? Do you understand?
GARY nods