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I Shot The Sheriff by Gary O. Bennett

Tuesday September 12th 2006, 5:15 pm
Filed under: Very Short Scripts

INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM

            The assistant district attorney, PERRY, is questioning VICKI,
            who slumps in her chair.  Perry places a small hand
            taperecorder on the table.  He presses the record button.

                                PERRY
                      You are Vicki Vass.

                                VICKI
                      Voss.  Vicki Voss.  V-O-S-S.

                                PERRY
                      Address?

                                VICKI
                      Who’s?

                                PERRY
                      Your’s.

                                VICKI
                      Don’t have one.

                                PERRY
                      Where do you sleep?

                                VICKI
                      None of your business where and who I
                      sleep with.

                                PERRY
                      At night, where do you make a home for
                      yourself?

                                VICKI
                      Last night I was here, in your cell.

                                PERRY
                      Ms. Voss, you don’t have to answer any of
                      my questions if you don’t want to.

                                VICKI
                      You mean I can have a lawyer?

                                PERRY
                      Yes.

                                VICKI
                      I don’t want a lawyer.  Lawyers are part
                      of the establishment.  The same part of
                      society you come from.

                                PERRY
                      So you are willing to tell me what
                      happened yesterday afternoon?

                                VICKI
                      Yes.

                                PERRY
                      In your own words, what happened?

                                VICKI
                      I shot him.

                                PERRY
                      Where did you get the gun?

                                VICKI
                      From him.

                                PERRY
                      You took it from him?  By force?

                                VICKI
                      No.  He gave it to me.

                                PERRY
                      Sheriff Gretsky gave you his gun?

                                VICKI
                      Yes.

                                PERRY
                      Why did he do that?

                                VICKI
                      I asked to see it.  I wanted to touch it.
                      I never held a gun before.

                                PERRY
                      Had you and Sheriff Gretsky known each
                      other before yesterday?

                                VICKI
                      No.

                                PERRY
                      So he just handed his gun over to you.
                      Just like that.

                                VICKI
                      We made love first.

                                PERRY
                      Oh.

                                VICKI
                      Well, if you call a blow job making love.

                                PERRY
                      You gave Sheriff Gretsky a blow job?

                                VICKI
                      He promised not to come in my mouth, but
                      he did.

                                PERRY
                      I see.

                                VICKI
                      I don’t like when men come in my mouth.
                      It’s disgusting.  Don’t you think?

                                PERRY
                      I wouldn’t know.

                                VICKI
                      I got angry.  So he got angry.

                                PERRY
                      This is not making sense.  If there was
                      tension between both of you after the
                      sexual encounter, then why did he hand
                      over his gun to you?  Why would he hand
                      over his gun to you when you were angry?

                                VICKI
                      Oh.  I didn’t tell him I was angry.  That
                      would have been stupid.  You never tell a
                      man when you’re angry with them.  It’s a
                      tip off.  You never tip off a man.

                                PERRY
                      A tipp off of what.

                                VICKI
                      Of your next move.

                                PERRY
                      And so you’re next move was to manipulate
                      Sheriff Gretsky into giving you his gun
                      so you could shoot him?

                                VICKI
                      Don’t be silly.  My next move was to
                      leave.
                      Sheriff Grestky had a temper, and he
                      fingered his gun, grabbing it like it was
                      his cock when he came in my mouth.  So I
                      knew when I asked him if I could hold it,
                      it would be like asking him if I could
                      hold his cock.  That’s how I diffused his
                      anger.

                                PERRY
                      So just gave you his gun?

                                VICKI
                      And I rubbed it and rubbed it and rubbed
                      it, and the asshole came again all over
                      himself.  Then he started to cry.

                                PERRY
                      Cry?

                                VICKI
                      I then he said he wanted me to shoot him.

                                PERRY
                      He wanted to die?

                                VICKI
                      No.  He said he was wearing a bullet
                      proof vest or something under his jacket,
                      so that he wouldn’t be hurt.  He said it
                      would be fun for me to fire a gun and
                      shoot a man without actually killing him.
                      Just a game, he said.

                                PERRY
                      But he was crying?

                                VICKI
                      Yes.

                                PERRY
                      Didn’t you find this suspicious….like
                      maybe he wanted to die…that he was
                      lying about the bullet-proof vest.  Did
                      it occur to you that he was lying?

                                VICKI
                      It was a happy cry.

                                PERRY
                      A happy cry?

                                VICKI
                      Haven’t you cried when you were happy?
                      It was happy cry.
                      Anyway, after I shot him, he had a smile
                      on his face.  I gave him what he wanted.
                      s there a crime in that?

                                PERRY
                      You murdered a man.

                                VICKI
                      I killed a man.  There’s a difference.
                      Doesn’t intent have anything to do with
                      this?  I intended to please him, not to
                      kill him.  He tricked me into killing
                      him.

                                PERRY
                      I don’t believe this whole story.

                                VICKI
                      I’m you’re only witness.  Plus, you have
                      to find a motive.

                                PERRY
                      You have a rap sheet, Ms. Voss.  You’ve
                      been in trouble before.  Drugs, theft,
                      prostitution.

                                VICKI
                      I’m reformed.  I’m a Republican.  I go to
                      church.  I boycotted the Brooklyn Museum.
                      You should like me.  Do you like me?

                                PERRY
                      Something’s not making sense here.  You
                      said you got angry, so he got angry.  But
                      then you said you didn’t show him you
                      were angry.  You contradicted yourself.

                                VICKI
                      1647 New Lots Avenue.

                                PERRY
                      What’s that?

                                VICKI
                      Sheriff Gretsky’s address.  Check out the
                      basement.  There’s a hidden room behind a
                      bookcase.  His wife and two kids are in
                      there.  He shot them a few days ago.
                      Shot them dead.

                                PERRY
                      How do you know this?

                                VICKI
                      After I shot him, but before he died, he
                      told me what he had done.  Blood was
                      coming out of his mouth and he was
                      ticking off the names of his kids and
                      wife.  He was crying and spitting blood.
                      It was a mess.

                                PERRY
                      So did Sheriff Gretsky know you were
                      angry, causing him to get angry, which
                      led you to take his gun for the purpose,
                      as you said, to defuse his anger?

                                VICKI
                      Cause and effect.  Jump from fact to
                      fact. Connect the dots.  Fill in the
                      empty spaces.

            Vicki leans in and turns off the recorder.

                                VICKI (cont’d)
                          (holding back tears)
                      I can’t help you with the empty spaces.
                      Except.  Except to tell you that Sheriff
                      Gretsky deserved what he got.  I did you
                      a favor.  And if you continue to obsess
                      about this, all you’ll find at the end of
                      the tunnel is me, a fucked up junkie with
                      AIDS who probably has no more than a year
                      or so left.  There’s more to Gretsky and
                      me.  But it doesn’t matter
                      anymore…because there’s no one around
                      who cares.  He gave me AIDS.  And then he
                      gave it to his wife.  And by the time you
                      find out all the other details, I’ll be
                      dead and buried alongside my daughter.

            There is a pause.

                                VICKI (cont’d)
                      Not every story is worth telling.  So
                      give it up, and let me rest in peace.
                      OK?  OK Officer Perry?

            Perry doesn’t respond.

                                                                THE END.

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