Last Supper of Joan of Arc-1998-&&&
Last Supper of Joan of Arc-1998)
Performed by:
Patricia David- Jildou Straat-Charlotte Besijn-Audrey Lengguth
Set designer: Nena Sesic-Fiser
Light designer: Joop Caboort
Written and Directed by:Rajab Mohamadin
Producer: Aida Netherlands
Production: Anita van Dolen
Theater: De Brakke Grond
Amsterdam – Netherlands
Photos: Rajab Mohamadin
Last Supper of Joan of Arc-1998-&&&
A page of the script: (Last Supper of Joan of Arc)
ritten by:Rajab Mohamadin
Guard: You are arrested as a rebellion, a terrorist connected
with Satan and bartered with devil as a criminal witch.
Joan: This is slander.
By so claiming, every ruler can destroy anyone
by accusation of terrorism, apostasy and being possessed
by Satan. Even every single one of these audience can be
as such the victim.
Guard: At early dawn, in the middle of the fire you shall become mindful!
Joan: So let me tell your fortune.
Guard: Oh, you slut now become a fortune teller.
Joan: If you don’t burn me tomorrow, you shall be arrested
and burned for cooperation with a criminal witch rebel terrorist.
But if you burn me, after a period of time, the authorities
of Church and The Pop will appoint me as a “saint” and they
will pretend that my burning was no conspiracy whatsoever.
Then Pope, authorities of Church, and the governments
of the world shall declare that a psycho killer had burned
“Saint Joan of Arc” just for a personal reason.
And you will be arrested, sentenced to be burned because of
your crime of burning a saint.
(Guard hardly slaps on Joan face.)
Guard: You slut have opened your legs for ten thousands
dick cock tramps and pimps.
You have given them very satisfactory fuck.
So they have accepted you as their whore leader.
They have hanged your stinky bloody short on their dicks
as the flag of their criminal gang.
Now you put down your torn bloody ass here,
playing a saint and telling fortune?
Joan: (Suffering of pain.) What I told you is the reflection of your acts
in your life!
It is the fate of all torturers and prison guards.
(Guard kicks and hits Joan.)
Guard: Now I fuck you wide with this cross that your
bloody musty vagina become crucified and you asshole
can disguise as Holly Virgin as well.
(Guard takes a small cross and rushes to Joan
and aims it at her groin and pushes.)
Joan: (Trying holding back.) Get lost.
(Joan kicks Guard with her foot.)
Guard: Oh, this rage makes you much sexier. I can’t resist you.
(Guard holds Joan and lustfully kisses her lips.)
(Joan tries to push away the Guard.)
Joan: Let me loose!
(Guard tries again to kiss Joan.
There is a knock on the door. Guard is disturbed.
Joan uses the fortune and runs away to the other side.
Another knock on the door.)
Guard: (Shouts!) Who is it?
Reporter: (From outside) Please open the door!
Guard: (Upset!) Who is it?
Reporter: (Outside) I am Reporter.
Guard: What the hell is a reporter doing here?
(Guard opens the door. The Reporter puts a step inside.)
Guard: Who are you?
Reporter: (Walks in, showing her card.) I am the Reporter.
Guard: So what?
Reporter: I work for the International Correspondence Agency, I.C.A.
I am here to do something about the case of “Joan of Arc.”
Guard: Who permitted you come here?
