The scene opens with audience viewing from the open rear towards the closed front doors of the unoccupied elevator. The bell dings as the light above the door registers 30 and the doors open revealing 4 women waiting to enter. They enter the elevator and the doors close behind them as they turn toward the front. The passengers simulate motion of the elevator briefly moving and then suddenly stopping. After a few moments, one of the women speaks.
Bobbi: Weíre not moving! Did anyone push the STOP Button? (All respond, ďNo, not MeĒ).
Michelle: Push the lobby button and maybe it will go down.
Brenda: Here, let me. (Moves forward to floor buttons and pushes several of them with no result). I think itís broken, nothing is happening. It looks like we may be stuck between floors.
Michelle: Yeah, the 30th Floor. Better push the ALARM Button.
Brenda: (Pushes alarm button and there is no sound) Well, so much for that! This darned thing doesn't work either. For a high priced Hotel there doesn't seem to anything that works right around here!
Michelle: My husbandís a lawyer and I'm going to tell him about all of this! Then they will be sorry!
Judi: How will they know we are struck in here? There are so may elevators in this Hotel we might be here for a long time before they realize itís broken and come to rescue us.
Bobbi: I hope itís not long, I've got to get ready for the banquet this evening and my hair is a mess.
Judi: Me too; and boy I need a hot shower after those long meeting sessions today. That speaker, Mitzi I think her name was, sure was boring. She talked so fast that I couldn't follow what she said.
Bobbi Ė I heard her tell someone that she really would rather be shopping, but she was committed to our group so she was hurrying to finish before all the good stuff was gone and stores were closed.
Bobbi: Hey, I just remembered that elevators have an emergency telephone. We haven't even tried that.
Michelle: Let me do it. I'll give them a real talking to. (Proudly) My husband is a Lawyer you know. Threats of a lawsuit will get them moving. (Moves to position next to the emergency phone panel located about 18 inches above the floor).
Judi: Look how low that is. You'll have to get down on the floor to use that.
Michelle: (Gets down on hands and knees and opens the emergency phone panel. Slowly takes out hand set and stretches out the cord, which only 2 feet long). Will you look at this? (Waving phone and cord to show the others) Only a dwarf could use this thing! My husband Sherman, the lawyer, should see this.
Brenda: Go ahead and give it a try or we'll be here all evening.
Michelle Ė (Makes several attempts to use the phone and gets no response.) Itís dead!
Bobbi: Yes, and thatís what we're gonna be if we don't get out of this thing. How long has it been anyway? Seems like hours and my feet hurt. (Kicks off shoes and wiggles toes) Ah! Thatís better.
Judi: I think it is getting stuffy in here. (Turns to others) Don't you think itís getting stuffy in here?
Bobbi: I saw a movie once where John Wayne was stuck in a submarine that wouldn't move and they nearly suffocated due to lack of oxygen!
Judi: (Disgustedly) I knew it. It is definitely getting stuffy in here! The first time I come to a convention after all these years, and die in a stuck elevator! What can we do?
Bobbi: Letís all try to breathe real slow and shallow so we don't use up all the air. (All inhale and take exaggerated breaths in and out slowly)
Michelle: I'm going to call my husband Sherman (takes out cell phone and waves it around). He'll get some action for us! Heís a lawyer.
Judi: Isn't Sherman back home in St. Louis?
Michelle: Yes, but heís a lawyer you know. Heís got connections everywhere. (Sits down and begins to dial telephone and talk in muffled tones).
Judi: (To others) I don't know what good Sherman can do with us way out here and him back there (Others agree).
Michelle: (Ends call and addresses the others) My husband Sherman, the lawyer, says he will call our Hotel long-distance and inform the Manager where we are. Heís going to threaten a lawsuit and a call to the NY Fire Marshall and NYPD if we are not out of here in 10 minutes. (All nod approvingly).
Bobbi: (Clutching throat) Do you think our air will last ten more minutes? Itís getting really warm in here and I can hardly breathe now!
Brenda: Lets try screaming for help. They always do that in the movies. Maybe someone will hear and rescue us.
Michelle: Don't bet on it. This is NY. My husband is a lawyer and travels a lot. He says that in New York they hear people screaming all the time and think nothing of it. Besides, we want to conserve our air. (All agree)
Bobbi: I'm getting hungry! Do you suppose we'll starve before we are rescued?
Michelle: (Holds up purse) I've got a candy bar and some M&Ms in my purse! Letís have an elevator picnic right here on the floor. (All sit down and pass the candy bar and bag of M&Ms around).
Bobbi: (Reaches in pocket and pulls out her hand showing what she holds) I've got two lifesavers. (looks at lifesavers closely) There is a little lint on them, but they're edible. Anyone want a fuzzy lifesaver? (Hands lifesavers to Michelle to pass around).
I've got half a bottle of Pepto-Bismol in my purse. (Shows bottle and all look at her questioningly.) I guess we should save that for the very end.
Brenda: (Takes a pen and note pad from purse) I think we should all write a note for our loved one just in case we aren't rescued in time. (All take paper and begin to pass pen around and write).
Judi: I meant to revise my will just last week, but put it off again. Now I'm really sorry. I'm going to re-write my will right now.
Others: Me too! Me too! (Begin to write will)
Michelle, (Rubbing her eyes) Itís pretty dim in here. We need more light. I've got some matches from when I used to smoke. I'll light one so we can see. (Reaches in purse and package of cigarettes fall out on floor). (All see package and express shock and surprise)
All: Ooh!, Tsk! Tsk!
Bobbi: Don't light any matches, it burns up oxygen! Thereís very little left now!
(Michelle puts cigarettes and matches back in purse).
Michelle: Give me a cell phone, I'm gonna call my husband. Heís a lawyer you know!
All: (Disgustedly) Yes; We know! We know!
Michelle: (Smugly) Everybody listens to lawyers because they are so smart. We had better listen to Sherman!
Brenda: (Loudly) My husband is a preacher. He says hardly anyone listens to him!
Judi: I think he might help us in this situation. Maybe he can pray for us and get us rescued! I'm getting dizzy from lack of air and can't last too much longer.
Michelle: Call him if you want to, but my husband the lawyer will do the most good.
Judi: call them both and while we're at it, get the number of the Hotel and we'll call the front desk ourselves. (Everyone agrees)
Michelle: (Dials phone and talks to Sherman) Hello Sherman? Yes, we're still stuck. One of our ladies is practically at deathís door because of oxygen deprivation and we're weak from hunger. We've prepared our wills and notes to our loved ones. What else can we do?
Michelle: (Questioningly) Sherman says to practice jumping up in the air as the elevator falls and hits the bottom of the shaft?