Witches Lose A Cookbook - A Rewritten Scene by Gary O. Bennett

INT DARK ROOM

Winnie frame left. Sara frame right. Mary in the middle.
They crouch over a body with a knife in it’s gut.

WINNIE
I’ve got to think. I’ve got to
think.

SARA
Think, Winnie. Think.

WINNIE
Remember. Remember.

MARY
Remember, Winnie, remember.

SARA
Remember, Winnie, remember.

WINNIE
Yes. Yes. Now I remember. I was
here. I was here. (pointing down)

SARA
Yes. Yes.

WINNIE
The book was there. The cook book
was there.

SARA
Yes.

WINNIE
You. You, Mary were here with me.
And you Sara were dancing in the
back idiodically like you were high
on nightshade.

There is a moan. The knife jostles.

MARY
Oh, my god. Oh, my god. He’s
alive. He’s alive.

Mary reaches for the knife to pull it out. Winnie grabs her
wrist.

WINNIE
What are you doing?

MARY
I was going to…I was going to
extract the knife from the boy’s
belly.

WINNIE
You were going to…you were…

Winnie slides her hand on top of Mary’s hand which is still
perched on the handle of the knife and Winnie plunges the
knife deeper into the boys belly. There is a moan, a shreak.

MARY
Ahhh. No. But he is just a boy.

WINNIE
Oil of boil…and a dead man’s
toes.

SARA
And a dead man’s toes.

WINNIE
And his thumbs. I am remembering
the recipe. The recipe calls for a
dead man’s thumbs.

MARY
OK, girls. Listen. The recipe
calls for a dead MAN’s thumbs. Not
a boy. This is a boy. What, he’s
like twelve years old.

WINNIE
You’re quibbling.

MARY
No, it won’t work.

SARA
It will work. It has to work.

WINNIE
It has to work.

MARY
Look…I can go out and get a man.
A full grown one. You can chop him
up all you like. Into little
pieces.

WINNIE
Shup up, Mary. We don’t have time.
Do you see yourself?

MARY
What?

Mary touches her face.

MARY (CONT’D)
Oh my god. It’s happening.

SARA
Yes. Yes. You are starting to
look gross.

MARY
Me. No. But you look OK. (to
Winnie)

WINNIE
I always look good until the very
last moment.

SARA
Was it thumbs or gums? Winnie, was
it thumbs or gums?

MARY
You’re going to cut out his gums.

WINNIE
I don’t know. I don’t know.
Thumbs…gums. Dammit. Where is
that cook book?

SARA
Or a dead man’s buns. Yes, his
buns. Oh no. Oh no. My stomach
hurts. My back aches. I have gas.
I don’t feel good. We have to do
this fast.

MARY
OK. OK. I understand the urgency,
but we can risk waiting to find
someone who is not a child.

WINNIE
Risk waiting? Do you want your
skin to turn to leather, your hair
fall out, snot running out your
nostrils and into your mouth…you
want to shit in your panties and
your neck to hang down like a
rooster. We are not risking that.

SARA
Rooster. Rooster. The barn. You
left the book in the barn.

WINNIE
The barn. The barn. I left the
cook book in the barn. Yes. Yes.

Winnie and Sara get up and depart, leaving Mary alone. A
moment passes. Mary reaches for the knife with the intent to
pull it out. Winnie comes back into frame. She does not
grab Mary’s hand to stop her from pulling the knife out. She
merely says the following.

WINNIE (CONT’D)
You want your breasts to sag…to
sag like balloons…to sag and hang
limp like empty lifeless rubber
balloons?

Winnie leaves. Mary thinks for a moment, and then with gusto
plunges the knife deeper into the boy’s belly.

THE END.

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