April 19-22, 2011
Morgan Auditorium, University of Alabama
Detective David Ferrett has been patrolling the city streets since he was a boy. A city native, Ferrett teamed up with former-Police Detective Fleischer to create a private detective firm. After several years of successfully apprehending criminals and adulterers alike, Ferrett now finds himself alone in his office, disgusted at the dark soul of his city, waiting for one last case to get him out for good. Who knows? He just might get it.
Giovanna "Gia" Capriatti was known across town as the principal draw of The Realm nightclub. This dancer has made a career out of frightening talent and smoldering sensuality: the perfect combination for The Realm and its owner, the local mafia boss, Sal Capriatti. Yes: the same Capriatti. Gia got the job as lead dancer at The Realm before it even opened. When asked why, Gia usually smiles and says, "You'll have to come to The Realm to see." Presumably, she auditioned for Sal Capriatti in the months leading up to the grand opening, although there is no public record of an open or private audition. The two married days after the death of Sal's first wife, Rosa. It's been a few years now. The honeymoon might just be coming to an end.
Sophie LaFontaine, one half of the famous LaFontaine sisters, has been a mainstay chaunteuse at the most exclusive clubs in America for years now. Working their way up from seedy variety shows in divey lounges, she and her sister Alexandra have become the epitome of refinement in showbusiness. Now, with a newfound foothold in Europe, the LaFontaine sisters have taken a step towards worldwide acclaim. Back just recently from their Continental tour, the LaFontaine sisters have been nabbed up for an extended engagement in town at The Realm. Sophie says she hopes being home will give her time to expand upon her fashion line and to meet another couple dozen good men.
Alexandra LaFontaine, the younger of the LaFontaine sisters, may stand in her sister's svelte shadow, but that doesn't make her any less imposing on the art scene. Her talents have always been geared more towards movement than song, but don't underestimate her vocal attack. In fact, don't underestimate any of Alexandra's attacks. She may look like a pretty face, but playing second fiddle for years can really do a number on a girl.
Salvatori "Sal" Capriatti. The Boss of Bosses. Every crooked cop in the city owes some form of allegiance to Sal or his organization. No one can prove exactly how Sal rose to prominence, but it might have something to do with the lavish soirees he throws for city officials at his biggest venture: that swanky nightclub down by the docks, The Realm. The Realm is Sal's baby… and probably the crux of his criminal operations. Remember: above all, Sal is a businessman. He's tied to too many important people to be vulnerable, and he knows it. Sal Capriatti is too big to fail.
Sal's trio of all-purpose bodyguards are hired goons, all guns and no brains. Also, one dagger. Frank the Knife Gash Juggler Blade Dagger has been close to Sal for a long time, but his relationship with his other colleagues goes back even further. Frank met his other two teammates during their first botched escape attempt. They had realized that their next plan needed a grand architect, and the best candidate for the job was Frank, who, when they canvassed the place, had been reading. Frank's addition to the team made their next escape attempts very nearly successful. After their night in the drunk tank was finally up, the three remained inseparable. Eventually, their work, generally directed by Frank the Brain, attracted the attention of the Boss, and the rest is history. Their skills may be questionable, but their loyalty is not: they will fight for their boss to the death. That must be what Sal sees in them. …Must be.
Sheldon was instrumental in convincing his compatriots to take the job as Sal's jacks-of-all-trades, and leads the others in unwavering loyalty. The only possible explanation for his baffling fidelity is a wadded up birth certificate he keeps in his pocket. If you ever asked who Nimrod Perkins is, Sheldon would probably take back the birth certificate, crumple it in his fist, place it in his pocket, tell you to mind your own business, shoot you, dispose of your body, and collect the dry cleaning. His name is Sheldon, and it's always been Sheldon. Sal and City Hall can back him up.
Tommy Two-Toes would like to quickly point out to any interested ladies that he actually has seven toes, and they all work perfectly fine. Thomas lost his toes on a very important mission for Sal Capriatti. Yes—that Sal Capriatti. Ever heard of him?