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THE VEGETABLE

A Short Screenplay

By Stephen Bittrich

 

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Copyright © 2000,
by Stephen Bittrich
(Draft: August, 2002)


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                           "THE VEGETABLE"

                           BY STEPHEN BITTRICH

            INT. LIVING ROOM/KITCHENETTE AREA OF A RUN DOWN APARTMENT IN
            THE BRONX - DAY

            The faucett drips, the clock ticks.

            LAMOYNE (the vegetable) is sitting all alone in a wheel chair
            beside a cheap kitchen table and chairs.  HE is a vegetable,
            by all accounts.  

            Upon his face is stuck a constant agonizing grimace.  HE has
            intravenous tubes attached to keep him hydrated and fed. 
            Every once in a while a bit of drool might spill from the
            corner of his mouth if his head droops too far in a
            particular direction.  

            INT. THE STAIRWELL - DAY

            CLARICE, Lamoyne's wife, and SPIDER are laughing about some
            shared joke as they stumble up the stairway to the fifth
            floor walk up apartment.

            INT. THE LIVING/KITCHENETTE AREA OF A RUN DOWN APARTMENT IN
            THE BRONX - DAY

            Again Lamoyne, unchanged.

            After a few moments, the apartment door opens, and Clarice
            and Spider gleefully enter.  

            As soon as Clarice sees Lamoyne, she loses all her humor.

                                CLARICE
                      There he is...Mr. Excitement.

            Spider circles Lamoyne, checking him out carefully.

                                SPIDER
                      So he's been like this how many years?

                                CLARICE
                          (Bitterly)
                      Six.

                                SPIDER
                      Jesus!  Pull the fuckin' plug already!

            CU of crotch.

                                SPIDER (cont'd)
                      His pecker still work?

                                CLARICE
                      How the hell should I know?

                                SPIDER
                      Don't tell me you don't got needs,
                      Clarice!

            Clarice approaches Spider.

                                CLARICE
                      That's what I got you for, Lover.

            She embraces him, but Spider keeps looking over at Lamoyne.

                                SPIDER
                      Hey, hey, he's creepin' me out.  Put a
                      fuckin' bag over his head or something.

                                CLARICE
                          (mean)
                      I want him to watch.

            Clarice and Spider start making out and groping each other
            voraciously, like they might actually eat each other.  Spider
            keeps looking over at Lamoyne, who is positioned so he's
            staring straight at them

                                SPIDER 
                      That's it.  He's lookin' straight at me. 

            Spider gets a towel on the kitchen counter and throws it over
            Lamoyne's head.  Spider sniffs the air around Lamoyne, then
            sniffs closer to Lamoyne's towel covered head.

                                SPIDER (cont'd)
                      He smells like Calvin Klein or some shit. 
                      I expected him to stink more.  You keep
                      him pretty spiffed up.  He's like the
                      fuckin' best groomed vegetable I ever
                      seen.

                                CLARICE
                      He's got a nurse.  I won't touch him.

                                SPIDER
                      Private nurse.  Cha ching! 

                                CLARICE
                      It costs a fortune, but his Workman's
                      Comp takes care of it.   

                                SPIDER
                      So what's the complaint?  Whadda you
                      wanna whack him for?

                                CLARICE
                          (in a loud whisper)
                      Why don't you announce it to the whole
                      fuckin' block, Bonehead!

            Spider grabs her hard by the wrist.

                                SPIDER
                      Hey, watch yer mouth!

                                CLARICE
                      Come here!

            They move toward the bedroom.

            INT. THE BEDROOM - DAY

            Spider and Clarice in quiet, yet passionate conspiratorial
            tones move into the pig sty of a bedroom.

                                CLARICE
                      He's got life insurance.  But I can't
                      collect on it if I pull the plug.  He's
                      gotta die of natural causes.

            Already knowing the answer as he picks up a ceramic pig.

                                SPIDER
                      And how you gonna pull that off?

                                CLARICE
                      I tole you, Spider.  I was hoping we
                      could put our heads together on that one.

            She starts to kiss him.  He pushes her off.

                                SPIDER
                      So let's get down to brass tacks.  How
                      much?

                                CLARICE
                      Two hundred grand.

                                SPIDER
                      And I get half.

                                CLARICE
                      I thought we could work that out in the
                      Bahamas or something...once the money
                      comes in.

                                SPIDER
                      You're cute.  

            Clarice drops the flirtations and gets down to business,
            lighting a cigarette.

                                CLARICE
                      Thirty grand.  You get thirty grand if
                      you do the deed.

                                SPIDER
                      It's all on me?  I want half.

                                CLARICE
                          (laughing bitterly)
                      Listen, I already waited six years.  I
                      can just wait him out and keep the whole
                      Goddamned policy.  He's not gonna live
                      forever.

                                SPIDER
                      I dunno.  That nurse polishes him up
                      pretty nice.  Cleans up his little dooty
                      underwear, splashes on some Calvin Klein
                      Shit.  He might live another thirty,
                      forty years.

                                CLARICE
                      Yer not gettin' half.  I earned that
                      Goddamned money over the last six years. 
                      And it's not like it's a real murder
                      anyway.  It's more like a mercy killing.

                                SPIDER
                      Fifty grand.  Half now.

                                CLARICE
                      What are you, Stupid?  I don't got any
                      money!  He's gotta die first.

            Spider grabs her chin in his hand.

                                SPIDER 
                      You know, Clarice, you gotta smart mouth
                      on you.

                                CLARICE
                      I'll give you fifty grand, but you gotta
                      wait.  When I get paid, you get paid.

                                SPIDER
                      And we're gonna stay real close together
                      until that time.

            Grabbing Spider's crotch.

                                CLARICE
                      I wouldn't have it any other way.

            She kisses him.  Spider is suddenly...inspired.

                                SPIDER
                      Good, let's do it then.

                                CLARICE
                      Good.

            Spider goes back toward the living room/kitchenette.

                                CLARICE (cont'd)
                      Where are you going?

            INT. THE LIVING/KITCHENETTE AREA OF A RUN DOWN APARTMENT IN
            THE BRONX - DAY

            When Clarice enters, Spider is pinching Lamoyne's nose and
            holding his mouth closed.

                                CLARICE
                      Are you fuckin' crazy?  We gotta make a
                      plan!

                                SPIDER
                      What's to plan?  I'm just gonna suffocate
                      him.  It'll look like his lungs failed.

                                CLARICE
                      Ease up!  He can't have any marks on him.

                                SPIDER
                      He's a goddamn cucumber.  He's not going
                      to put up a struggle.

                                CLARICE
                      Jesus!

            Lamoyne starts to flail his arms a bit and hits Spider in the
            collarbone and face.

                                SPIDER
                      Son-of-a-bitch-monkey-fucker!  Is he
                      supposed move like this?  

            Spider gets a little rougher on Lamoyne.

                                CLARICE
                      No!  Christ!  You're gonna bruise him!

                                SPIDER
                      Well, give me a hand!  He's movin' all
                      over the place!

            Clarice goes over and holds Lamoyne's hands down.  He strikes
            out even worse.  

                                SPIDER (cont'd)
                      Little kumquat's puttin' up a fight!

                                CLARICE
                      Keep your voice down.

            Spider gives her a dirty look.  He's tired of her smart
            mouth.  Lamoyne finally goes limp.  Spider and Clarice sit
            down on the floor together, breathing heavily.

                                SPIDER 
                          (quietly)
                      Fuck me.

            After a moment, Clarice lashes out...

                                CLARICE
                      I tole you we needed to plan it out
                      better.  You were squeezin' the shit out
                      of him.  What if he bruises?  

                                SPIDER
                      You told me he was a brussel sprout.  It
                      ain't my fault, Clarice.

            Clarice rises and crosses the room.

                                CLARICE
                      We should leave him now.

                                SPIDER
                      What?

                                CLARICE
                      Let Charlotte find him...his nurse.

                                SPIDER
                      Won't somebody say somethin' about you
                      leavin' him alone?

                                CLARICE
                      I leave him alone every night for about a
                      half hour.  I start strippin' at six, and
                      the nurse dudn't get here 'til six thirty
                      or so.  She's got another job.

                                SPIDER
                      It's getting on six right now.

                                CLARICE
                      So that's what I'm sayin'.  Let's leave
                      him.  She'll find him dead, and she can
                      call the ambulance.

            She grabs her coat, starts to leave, and Spider grabs her. 
            He looks into her eyes.

                                SPIDER
                      Hey.  Fifty grand.

                                CLARICE
                      Yeah, I said so.  If nuthin' goes wrong.

                                SPIDER
                      Fifty grand.

                                CLARICE
                      Come on.

            Clarice walks out.  Spider gives Lamoyne's a once over.  His
            expression still has not changed...agony.

                                SPIDER
                          (to Lamoyne)
                      This wasn't no way to live.

            Clarice sticks her head back in the door.

                                CLARICE
                      You coming?

            EXT. A NEARBY PARK - DUSK

            Some local kids play basketball as Clarice and Spider pass
            by, speaking in quiet tones.

            INT. THE LIVING/KITCHENETTE AREA OF A RUN DOWN APARTMENT IN
            THE BRONX - NIGHT

            The faucett drips, the clock ticks.

            A half hour later, after the sun has set, Lamoyne's
            expression has not changed.

            The lock at the door rattles.

            Enter NURSE CHARLOTTE, young, pretty in an odd sort of way,
            devoted, in denial of real life.  She wears an old-fashioned
            nurses uniform.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE
                      Hello...Clarice?  It's Charlotte!  I'm
                      early.  Hello?  Hello?

            She sees Lamoyne's body sitting in the chair, but doesn't
            realize anything is wrong with him.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
                      Hello there, Honey.  Have you been
                      waiting for me long?

            She hangs her coat up on the wall.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
                      I've missed you today.  
                          (beat)
                      What a long, terrible day at work.  I
                      couldn't wait to get out and come see
                      you.  How are you?

            She puts the back of her hand against his cheek.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
                      Oh my gosh, you're as cold as ice.  How
                      could Clarice leave you without a
                      blanket? 

            She starts looking around the apartment for a blanket.

            INT. THE BEDROOM - NIGHT

            Searching the bedroom closet and yelling toward the kitchen.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
                      You know, Lamoyne, something happened
                      today at my job.  You remember, I told
                      you about that Jimmy character?  Well, he
                      started hitting on me again. 
                      I tried to take your advice and just
                      ignore him, but he would not let up.  

            Noticing the messing bedroom.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
                          (to herself)
                      God what a mess.
                          (to dead Lamoyne again)
                      He...he pushed me into the supply closet
                      and started groping me all over.  
                          (beat)
                      He smelled.
                          (beat)
                      I...I didn't know what to do.  I told him
                      I had a boyfriend...I told him...I told
                      him you were my boyfriend.

            INT. THE BATHROOM - NIGHT

            Nurse Charlotte enters the bathroom with a blanket tucked
            under her arm.  She checks her make up in the mirror.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE
                          (still talking to dead Lamoyne)
                      He doesn't know about you...I mean, for
                      all he knows....
                          (Beat)
                      Anyway, I think it scared him a little. 
                      He left me alone after that.  
                          (beat; quietly)
                      He makes me want to puke.

            INT. THE LIVING/KITCHENETTE AREA OF A RUN DOWN APARTMENT IN
            THE BRONX - NIGHT

            She enters the living room.  Lamoyne's back is to her.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE
                      I wish you could...
                          (beat, something in her
                           switches on)
                      I wish you could kill him, Lamoyne.  I
                      wish you could cut off his balls with a-
                      with a switch blade.  

            She wheels him around to face her.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
                      You'd do that for me wouldn't you?  You'd
                      protect me.  

            She covers his shoulders with a blanket.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
                      There you go.  That'll warm you up.

            She looks between his legs.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
                      Oh my!  What's all this about? 

            Reverse angle, his back to us, on her face as she seems to
            reach down into his crotch area.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
                      Did you work this up for me?  It's never
                      been so big before!  Did my little story
                      excite you?  My big strong protector...

            She stands up and unzips her nurse's uniform a bit, treating
            him to some cleavage.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
                      What to you want, Honey?  Do you want me
                      to go down there?  Lamoyne?  

            She starts to go down on him.

                                                          FADE TO BLACK.

            EXT. A NEARBY PARK - DUSK

            Clarice is walking home after a night of stripping.  4 AM. 
            She is wearing her school girl stripper outfit under a fake
            fur coat.

            SOME DRUG DEALERS in the park offer her obscenities.  She
            flashes them and shoots the finger.

            INT. THE LIVING/KITCHENETTE AREA OF A RUN DOWN APARTMENT IN
            THE BRONX - NIGHT

            The faucett drips, the clock ticks.

            Lamoyne's face.

            His expression has changed.  What was once a constant
            agonizing grimace, is now a silly jubilant smile.

            He still has a very noticeable erection in his pants.

            The door lock jiggles.

            Clarice comes warily in the apartment door.  

                                CLARICE
                      Charlotte?  Charlotte?  Hey!

            Clarice looks pissed as if to say, "Didn't she even come last
            night?"  She sets a huge wad of dollar bills on the table. 
            She gets out her cell phone and dials Spider.

                                CLARICE (cont'd)
                      Hey, come up.  Little bitch didn't even
                      show last night.
                          (beat)
                      No, that's what I'm saying.  He's still
                      here.  Now I gotta call the ambulance. 
                      Come up.

            She hangs up the cell phone and notices for the first time
            Lamoyne's expression.

                                CLARICE (cont'd)
                      Holy Mother of God!  Lamoyne?  Lamoyne? 
                      You alive...Honey?

            INT. THE STAIRWELL - NIGHT

            Spider makes his way quickly up the stairs.

            INT. THE LIVING/KITCHENETTE AREA OF A RUN DOWN APARTMENT IN
            THE BRONX - DAYSETTING:

            Clarice reluctantly feels his neck for a pulse.  She can't
            look him in the face.

                                CLARICE (cont'd)
                      Oh my God.  Oh my God.  You're dead.  You
                      got no pulse.

            She feels for his wrist pulse which is down near his
            erection.  She notices the erection now.

                                CLARICE (cont'd)
                      Oh sweet God, you got a hard on.  I can't
                      handle this.

            Spider comes in the door abruptly, and Clarice screams.

                                SPIDER
                      Hey, what the fuck, Clarice! 

                                CLARICE
                      Look!  

                                SPIDER
                      What?

                                CLARICE
                      Look at his face.

            Spider takes a look at him and finally realizes.

                                SPIDER
                      Holy-monkey-fucker!  Was he like that? 
                      When--when we left him?

                                CLARICE
                      No.  

                                SPIDER
                      It wasn't, right?  His face was all--
                          (makes agonizing face)

                                CLARICE
                      Look.  Look at this...

                                SPIDER
                      What?

                                CLARICE
                      His, his thing!

            Spider looks.

                                SPIDER
                      He's got a boner.

                                CLARICE
                      Yeah.

                                SPIDER
                      That's rigor mortis.  That's what that
                      is.

                                CLARICE
                      Just in his dick?

                                SPIDER
                      That happens.  I read about that shit.

                                CLARICE
                      Something's wrong, Spider.  Charlotte
                      knows something.

                                SPIDER
                      Who's Charlotte?

                                CLARICE
                      Nurse Charlotte!  The nurse!  Pay
                      attention!  She's up to something.  She
                      made his face like that.

                                SPIDER
                      What are you saying...that she like took
                      his fuckin' dead face and pushed up the
                      corners of his mouth--?

                                CLARICE
                      Yeah.  She's trying to blackmail us.

                                SPIDER
                      Us?  I'm not in this.

                                CLARICE
                      You killed him.

                                SPIDER
                      Says you.  Got any witnesses?

            She grabs his face.

                                CLARICE
                      We are in this together, Spider.

            Spider takes Lamoyne in.

                                SPIDER
                      He's looking straight at me.  Was he
                      always looking at me?

                                CLARICE
                      He's not looking at you.

                                SPIDER
                      Look...come here where I'm standing and
                      look.

                                CLARICE
                      If he's looking where yer standing, then
                      why don't you just move, Halfwit?

                                SPIDER
                      I'm gettin' real tired of you, Clarice. 
                      Call me another fuckin' name, and see if
                      I don't slap a permanent expression on
                      your face.

            Spider moves to another spot.

                                SPIDER (cont'd)
                      His eyes are following me.

                                CLARICE
                      He's dead.  Come feel his pulse.  He's
                      dead.

                                SPIDER
                      Hey man, quit looking at me!

            He hits Lamoyne.

                                CLARICE
                      Are you fuckin' insane?  You're gonna to
                      mark up his body!

                                SPIDER
                      He's lookin' at me with that freaky
                      smile!

                                CLARICE
                      I gotta think what to do!  I gotta call
                      911.

            Spider notices the wad of bills on the table.

                                SPIDER
                      What's all this money?

                                CLARICE
                      That's mine.

                                SPIDER
                      I thought you said you didn't have any
                      money.

                                CLARICE
                      I said I didn't have twenty-five grand. 
                      That's my tip money from tonight.

                                SPIDER
                      You make this kind of money strippin'
                      every night, and you mean to tell me you
                      don't have a nice stash in the bank?

                                CLARICE
                      Spider, yer gettin' off the point!

                                SPIDER
                      Hey, I killed this freaky mother for you! 
                      You gotta give me half what you owe
                      me...NOW!  I'm takin' a little trip.

                                CLARICE
                      I tole you, when the policy pays, you get
                      paid.

                                SPIDER
                      That's bullshit!

                                CLARICE
                      Spider, we gotta keep our heads here.

            Spider his Lamoyne again.

                                SPIDER
                      Quit lookin' at me, you freak!

            Clarice pushes Spider away.

                                CLARICE
                      Cut it out!  Yer gonna fuck up the whole
                      thing!

            Spider whacks her to the floor.

                                SPIDER
                      I tole you to watch it!  
                          (to dead Lamoyne)
                      I'm gonna fix that smile for good.

            Clarice picks up a butcher knife from the counter top.

                                CLARICE
                      Leave him alone, Spider.

                                SPIDER
                      Clarice...

                                CLARICE
                      Leave.

                                SPIDER
                      Oh, you done it now.

            They slowly start circling around the kitchen table, with
            Spider advancing on Clarice while she retreats.

                                CLARICE
                      Yer not thinkin' right, Spider.  Are you
                      fucked up right now?  You're not thinkin'
                      straight.

                                SPIDER
                      You shouldn'ta pulled that knife on me,
                      Clarice.  

                                CLARICE
                          (about to cry)
                      He's dead, Spider.  If we keep our heads,
                      we can pull this off.

                                SPIDER
                      I'm gonna tear you up.

                                CLARICE
                      Just leave, Spider!

                                SPIDER
                      Come on, let's dance.

                                CLARICE
                      No!

            Spider grabs her by the throat, and begins to strangle her. 
            She plunges the knife into his belly.  He steps back for a
            moment and looks down to see the knife sticking out of his
            stomach.

            He then grabs her head and snaps her neck with a quick twist. 
            She falls in a dead crumple to the ground.  HE stumbles back
            a few steps and falls on his butt, the knife still sticking
            into him.  As the life drains out of him, he looks at
            Lamoyne.

                                SPIDER
                      I said...quit lookin' at me.

            He falls over dead.  

                                                          FADE TO BLACK.

            INT. THE LIVING/KITCHENETTE AREA OF A RUN DOWN APARTMENT IN
            THE BRONX - DAY 

            There is a VOICE IN THE DARK before the darkness slowly
            becomes a sunny, bright day.  The sun shining in through the
            kitchen window.  

            A bird chirps.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (IN DARKNESS)
                      I took your advice with that Jimmy
                      character.  He's relentless.  He won't
                      take "no" for an answer. 
                      But what you said was good.  I'm going to
                      invite him over--so, so you can talk to
                      him.  I think that'll make an
                      impression...

            We now clearly see Nurse Charlotte with a bowl of oatmeal
            sitting beside Lamoyne, still with that ridiculous smile on
            his face.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
                      Are you sure you're not hungry?
                          (beat)
                      Oh well, I'm eating for two...

            We see for the first time that Nurse Charlotte is about six
            months pregnant.  

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
                      Mmmmm.  That's tasty.  I like it with
                      cinnamon.  Do you?  Hmmmm?

            Now we see that sitting on opposites sides of the table are
            Clarice and Spider, also dead, also decomposing in
            wheelchairs.

                                NURSE CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
                      Are you guys hungry?  Hmmmm?
                          (beat)
                      I can't wait until he comes over.  I
                      can't wait.  
                          (beat)
                      Groping a pregnant woman.  He has
                      no...decency.  You don't treat people
                      that way.  You just don't.  
                          (Beat)
                      You don't know what it's like out there. 
                      People are...people are....  They don't
                      get along like we do.  They're mean. 
                      Jealous.  Greedy.  Perverted.  Immoral. 
                      I thank God for our family everyday.  Our
                      baby...our baby is the luckiest baby in
                      the world.

                                                               FADE OUT.

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