"HARRY AND THE THIEF" by Sigrid Gilmer

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Author: Sigrid Gilmer

Synopsis: Mimi's cousin Jeremy has a PhD in physics, a brand new time machine and a plan. He's sending Mimi, a professional thief, back to 1863 to change history by providing Harriet Tubman with modern day guns. Lots and lots of guns.

Cast Size: Diverse Cast of 10 Actors

“Audacious, hysterically funny, irreverent and joyful. Filled with humor and humanity it boldly encourages us to re-imagine our collective memories." -Suzan-Lori Parks

"shrewd and mischievous action-adventure comedy." - The New York Times

• BEST OF 2013 •

“Intelligently outrageous new comedy… Mish-mash of pop-cult parody and historical revisionism was a delivery system for a valid new perspective on history and the way we enshrine our canonized heroes.” —Time Out Chicago

"Comedy has a way of elevating human nature by magnifying and debasing it. To be sure, there’s a whole lot of ugly in American history that doesn’t get the magnifying glass treatment often enough. It’s time to hold up the glass and take a look. Plays like “Harry and The Thief” go a long way to help. This is not to be missed." - TheFrontRowCenter.com

“Harry & The Thief allows a large and diverse cast to reach out to equally diverse audiences. It both celebrates and questions history, the one in the past and the one we are making now. It also allows us to remember how satisfying it is to be truly entertained.” -Cincinnati CityBeat

“Sigrid Gilmer's twisted sci-fi comedy is wonderful and extreme: a truly hilarious play that honestly tackles race and gender in America.” -Chicago Reader

Character: HARRY, Harriet Tubman. Her people call her Moses. She's very black. She has a scar on her forehead. She wears a bandana.

HARRY: I had never been more nervous, more cautious, more jumpy. I wish I has worn a dress, but it was safer to travel as a man and my disguise was good. I imagined the laughter when the door opened and I took off my hat. 2 years. I had made it north and come back a few times always fighting the itch to go down that road. And there I was standing on it and all I wanted to do was run the other way. I could see the cabin. The lamp was burning. That was a good sign. Not too much moon another good sign. No black outs. I never had an easier trip. I crept up to the back door and pressed my ear to it, my heart knocking against the wood. Footsteps. Would my heart announce my presence? I got myself together and went to the front and knocked. A blast of warm, the smell of something good cooking. The light of a lamp surrounding him. “What you want?” He’s gruff, he don’t know it’s me. I throw off my hat. “John, it’s me, Harriet. I’ve come back to take you to freedom.” Why hasn’t he opened the door? Why hasn’t he opened his arms? He looks me over. I’m ready to jump into him. His voice lowers. “What you want?” “John, it’s me. It’s Harriet.” But I don’t say that. I just stare over his shoulder as she walks towards us. Actually she glides. It’s like she’s the one given off the light and warmth in the cabin. Her hand is smooth on his arm. Her voice soft with unmistakable ownership. “John, who’s this?” He had a new wife.