Script: Cask of Amontillado

[Intoxicated woman enters, drunk Fortunato follows. They are flirting]

This part can be changed, it is improve between the couple.

Fortunato: You look ravishing tonight.

Woman: Thank you!

Fortunato: May I have this dance?

Woman: Of course.

They dance, Narrator taps Fortunato on the shoulder wanting to step in.

Fortunato looks and laughs and looks away.

Woman: Who was that?

Fortunato: No one


Narrator: The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had born as I best could; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.

Fortunato and woman are chatting on the center stage wall.

Woman: I want some wine

Fortunato: Well, I pride myself on my connoisseurship of wine.

Woman: Oh really? What do you know about wine?

Fortunato: I know what goes down smooth.


Fortunato: Why don’t you go find me a glass?

Woman: Okay… Walks offstage.

Narrator: My dear Fortunato. You are luckily met.

Fortunato: I suppose.  My dear Montresor. How good to see you this evening.

Narrator: I have received a bottle of what passes for Amontillado and I have my doubts.

Fortunato: How? Amontillado? You? A bottle? Really?  You?  Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!

Narrator: I have my doubts!

Fortunato: I, as well.  Amontillado!

Narrator: And I must know..

Fortunato: Amontillado!

Narrator: As you are engaged, I’m on my way to Luchesi. If anyone has a discerning taste, it is he. He will tell me…

Fortunato: Luchesi can not tell Amontillado from Sherry!

Narrator: And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for your own.

Fortunato: Come, let us go.

Narrator: Where?

Fortunato: To your vaults. (Cough)

Narrator: My friend no! I perceive you are afflicted. The vaults are insufferably damp.

Fortunato: Let us go nevertheless, the cold is merely nothing. Amontillado!


Fortunato: Where the devil is it?

Narrator: It is farther on.

Fortunato keeps coughing.

Narrator: How long have you had that cough.

Fortunato: It is nothing.

Narrator: We will go back.  But your health is precious.  You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as once I was.  You are a man to be missed.  For me it is no matter.  We will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible.  Besides, there is Luchesi…

Fortunato: It will not kill me, I shall not die of a cough.

Narrator: True true.


Fortunato does hand symbol. Looks at Narrator. Repeats 

Fortunato: You do not comprehend?!

Narrator: Not I

Fortunato: Then you are not of the brotherhood

Narrator: How?

Fortunato: Not of the masons

Narrator: Yes, yes!

Fortunato: Obviously not.

Narrator: A mason

Fortunato: A sign

Narrator: It is this (produces a trowel).

Fortunato: You jest, but let us proceed to the Amontillado.

Walk to the tomb. Gesture into the tomb. Fortunato sorta leads.

Narrator: Proceed, here in lines the Amontialldo as for Luchesi…

Fortunato: He is an ignoramus. -Walk in-

Tie up

Fortunato: Ha! ha! hha! a very good joke indeed. An excellent jest.We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo. ha ha ha. over our wine. hahaha.

Narrator: The Amontillado!

Fortunato: Ha hah hahahah yes, the Amontillado. Rather far for such a jest…not terribly witty.  All the lights gone out and no wine.  Not terribly funny….Is there a light here?…Montresor?…Is it not getting late? I say, they are awaiting me at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone.

Narrator: yes, let us be gone

Sounds… sounds… building… chains… screeeeeeeeeeeeeeam.

Narrator returns scream. 

Fortunato: For the love of God, Montresor!

Narrator: Yes, for the love of God.



UPDATED: Friday the 18th


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