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Dead People Don’t Drool by Gary O. Bennett

Tuesday September 19th 2006, 10:52 am
Filed under: Short Scripts

INT.  UPPER WEST SIDE APARTMENT                             1

            A spare room.  Two chairs separated by a coffee table.  A
            glass containing a clear liquid sits on the coffee table.  On
            each chair sits a woman.  They can be any age.

                                ALICE
                      I don’t think this is necessary.

                                FRAN
                      What’s that?

                                ALICE
                      What I’m planning to do.

                                FRAN
                      Then don’t do it.

                                TB
                      I must.

                                FRAN
                      Then it’s necessary.

                                ALICE
                      No it’s not.  I must do it because I’m
                      compelled to do it.  I’m compelled.  Do
                      you understand?

                                FRAN
                      You’re compelled.

                                ALICE
                      Do you understand what that means?

                                FRAN
                      I never understand you.

                                ALICE
                      Then why do I talk to you?

                                FRAN
                      Because your compelled.

                                ALICE
                      You’re annoying me.

                                FRAN
                      Then I should leave.

                                ALICE
                      No.

                                FRAN
                      You are asking me to stay?

                                ALICE
                      Yes.

                                FRAN
                      I will stay.  But I will not be involved.

                                ALICE
                      You’ll miss me?

                                FRAN
                      At times?

                                ALICE
                      What do you mean “at times”?

                                FRAN
                      I can’t miss you continuously.  I will
                      get hungry.  I will get sleepy.  My mind
                      will wander.  I will see things, hear
                      things … that will distract me.  I will
                      need to go shopping.  To buy things.  I
                      will see my friends, go to the movies,
                      watch TV.  The news.  The news will
                      distract me.  But there will be times
                      when I think of you…  As the months
                      pass … I will think of you less and
                      less.

                                ALICE
                      As the months pass?

                                FRAN
                      That’s what I said.

                                ALICE
                      Not as the years pass?

                                FRAN
                      Why is this important to you?  After you
                      are gone, your life is irrelevant to you.
                      It is only relevant to us who knew
                      you…those who are still alive.
                      If you love us, then you would hope we
                      would not grieve at all because grieving
                      is negative.

                                ALICE
                      Everything sounds so empty.

                                FRAN
                      All sounds are empty.  And words are
                      sounds.  If you don’t put meaning into
                      words…then they are nothing but
                      meaningless sounds.  You must make them
                      mean something.

                                ALICE
                      I can’t.

                                FRAN
                      That is for you to decide.

                                ALICE
                      You could get into trouble.

                                FRAN
                      Being alive is nothing more than
                      confronting trouble.  Dead things don’t
                      have trouble.

                                ALICE
                      Dead things are lucky.

                                FRAN
                      You will not get me to say that.

                                ALICE
                      You’re an accomplice.

                                FRAN
                      I offer no assistance.

                                ALICE
                      You’re letting me do it.  You’re going to
                      watch me.

                                FRAN
                      I have no obligation to stop you.  The
                      law is clear.

                                ALICE
                      The law?

                                FRAN
                      The law is clear.

                                ALICE
                      What about your conscience?

                                FRAN
                      The law is a guide for my conscience.  My
                      conscience is clear.

                                ALICE
                      What about god?

                                FRAN
                      God is relevant if you believe him to be
                      relevant.  I do not.

                                ALICE
                      There is no afterlife?

                                FRAN
                      You are trying to make me a part of your
                      plan.  I will not indulge you.

                                ALICE
                      Is there an afterlife?

                                FRAN
                      Life…death…afterlife.  What if it’s
                      life…death…nothing?  Does that change
                      things?

                                ALICE
                      Maybe.

                                FRAN
                      Death is a myth, you know.  It doesn’t
                      really exist.  Existence requires space,
                      it takes up space and time.  Death takes
                      up no space, no time.  There is life,
                      then there is no life.  There is no space
                      between life and no life.  No interval of
                      death.  Death is a myth.  This discussion
                      has no meaning.

                                ALICE
                      Should I do it now?

                                FRAN
                      If I say yes, I’m an accomplice.  If I
                      say no, that implies you need my
                      permission.  Worse, it implies I approve
                      of your intention, just not your timing.

                                ALICE
                      But you’re going to watch?

                                FRAN
                      Yes.

                                ALICE
                      You want to watch?

                                FRAN
                      You’re my friend.

                                ALICE
                      What does that mean?

                                FRAN
                      We do things together.

                                ALICE
                      Then you will join me?

                                FRAN
                      I will be with you.  I will not join you.
                      You are selfish to ask.

                                ALICE
                      Will you hold me?

                                FRAN
                      I would rather not plan it.  To plan it
                      means I’m involved.  I will do what the
                      moment commands me to do.  We all live
                      from moment to moment.

                                ALICE
                      Can I ask you to hold me?

                                FRAN
                      You may ask me.

                                ALICE
                      I’m asking.

                                FRAN
                      Now or when it’s over?

                                ALICE
                      At the very last moment.

                                FRAN
                      I can’t promise you.

            ALICE picks up the glass.  She holds it up and looks at it.

                                ALICE
                      Are you certain there’s enough.

                                FRAN
                      I’m not involved.

                                ALICE
                      A life, a full life can be taken away by
                      one small glass of water.

                                FRAN
                      Before your life was empty.  Now it is so
                      full?

                                ALICE
                      The contemplation of death makes you
                      appreciate life.

                                FRAN
                      That sounds like a cliche.

                                ALICE
                      I certainly shouldn’t let a cliche save
                      my life.

                                FRAN
                      A life can only be saved by something
                      meaningful.

                                ALICE
                      I’m not strong enough.

                                FRAN
                      It is settled then.

                                ALICE
                      Don’t you want to convince me otherwise?

                                FRAN
                      And if I did so and your life turned out
                      to be miserable, or maybe you would make
                      someone else’s life miserable, or maybe
                      you might even kill someone, then, what
                      will I have done.  No.  I will not get
                      involved.  You life is in your hands.

            ALICE holds up the glass.

                                ALICE
                      I’ll drink it now…should I drink it
                      now?

                                FRAN
                      You are becoming a bore.  In fact, you
                      have always been a bore.  Always about
                      you, this is your only concern.  And now,
                      this suicide, it’s all about you.  You
                      want to make it all about you, and you
                      are doing everything you can to get me to
                      beg you to stop, to save your own life.
                      Well, I’m not going to do it.

            ALICE swallows the water in one gulp.  A long moment passes.
            ALICE feels her stomach.

                                ALICE
                      How long do I have?

                                FRAN
                      There you go again.

                                ALICE
                      Say something.

                                FRAN
                      You can’t order me around.

            ALICE doubles over.  Fran watches.  A moment passes.

                                ALICE
                      Call a doctor.

                                FRAN
                      Are you ordering me?

                                ALICE
                      I’m asking you goddammit.

            ALICE falls to the floor.  Fran hesitates.  She moves to the
            telephone.  Before picking up the handset…

                                FRAN
                      Are you certain you wish me to call a
                      doctor?

            ALICE cries out in pain.  Fran goes to her.  Fran kneels on
            the floor and holds ALICE.

                                FRAN
                      I’ve come to you.  I’m here.

                                ALICE
                      Yes.

                                FRAN
                      I will be with you at the moment.

                                ALICE
                      Did you call the doctor?

                                FRAN
                      It will be over.  It will all be over in
                      a moment.

            ALICE goes limp.  Fran rocks her.   A moment passes.  Fran
            then lies ALICE on the floor.  Fran rises and sits on the
            chair.  The door opens.  Henry walks in.  He walks up to
            ALICE.

                                HENRY
                      How did it go?

                                FRAN
                      Don’t just stand there, check her pulse.

            Henry moves quickly to ALICE and touches her ankle.

                                FRAN
                      Her wrist, you idiot.

            Henry grabs ALICE’s wrist.  He then rises slowly.

                                FRAN
                      Is she…

                                HENRY
                      She has expired.

                                FRAN
                      Expired?  She’s dead.  Dead, Henry.  I
                      can’t believe it.

                                HENRY
                      Now calm down, Fran.  Here, you want one
                      of your pills?

            Henry grabs a vile of pills off the side table.  Fran shakes
            her head.

                                HENRY (CONT’D)
                      Well then, take some deep breaths.

                                FRAN
                      You take some deep breaths, Henry.
                      There’s a dead person on my floor.  A
                      dead human being.  And one that’s not
                      easy to move.  Henry, I can’t believe she
                      really did it?  She talked about it.
                      People talk about it.  But she actually
                      did it.

                                HENRY
                      You practically poured it down her mouth,
                      Fran.

                                FRAN
                      What are you talking about?

                                HENRY
                      Your nonsense about not being involved is
                      enough to drive anybody over the edge.

                                FRAN
                      You were listening?

                                HENRY
                      You think I’m going to sit for hours in
                      your bedroom closet next to your three
                      pairs of fur slippers like some shoe
                      fetish lap dog.  Of course I was
                      listening.  It’s you who doesn’t listen.
                      I told you to do everything you could to
                      stop her without really stopping her.

                                FRAN
                      I’m not responsible.

                                HENRY
                      Maybe not legally.  What do we do now?

                                FRAN
                      We call the police.

                                HENRY
                      I don’t think so.

                                FRAN
                      Why not?

                                HENRY
                      It’s suspicious.

                                FRAN
                      You just said we did nothing illegal.

                                HENRY
                      The truth is irrelevant.  ALICE is dead
                      in your apartment from poison she took in
                      your presence drinking water from one of
                      your glasses.  The police are hardly
                      going to accept your story about how you
                      did everything in your power to stop her.

                                FRAN
                      Our story, Henry.  Our story.

                                HENRY
                      This is not my apartment.  In fact, I
                      wasn’t in the room.

                                FRAN
                      No, you were just hiding out in the
                      bedroom.  Sounds suspicious to me.

                                HENRY
                      I wasn’t even here, Fran.

                                FRAN
                      Look, I had no obligation to stop her.
                      She was sick.  Everyone knows she was
                      sick, on the edge.  I offered her a
                      comfortable place to do it.  Better, I
                      tried to get her to stop.

                                HENRY
                      So why haven’t you called an ambulance?
                      Why didn’t you call for help?

            Fran pasues for a moment.

                                HENRY
                      You see how messy this is.  We have to
                      get rid of the body.

                                FRAN
                      In the middle of Manhattan?  What are we
                      going to do, take a cab?

                                HENRY
                      There’s a dumpster down the block.

                                FRAN
                      Oh, great, and we’ll just carry ALICE
                      right past the doorman.

                                HENRY
                      Put her in a bag.

                                FRAN
                      Forget it.  George will just stop us at
                      the door and in his most annoyingly
                      helpful manner, take the bag to the
                      basement where all the other garbage is.

                                HENRY
                      What’s wrong with that?

                                FRAN
                      You think I can sleep in this building
                      knowing ALICE’s in the basement?
                      Besides, the laundry room is down there.
                      I’m out of underwear, and I have to do a
                      load, Henry, this weekend.  They don’t
                      pick up the garbage til Tuesday.

                                HENRY
                      A dead woman is lying on your living room
                      floor and your concerned about not having
                      underwear.

                                FRAN
                      You’re a man, you wouldn’t understand.

                                HENRY
                      What about acid?

                                FRAN
                      Acid?

                                HENRY
                      Yea.  The bathtub.

                                FRAN
                      I don’t know anything about acid.

                                HENRY
                      You just stick her in the bathtub.  In an
                      hour, she’s gone.  I saw it on The X
                      Files.

                                FRAN
                      An hour?  It takes just an hour?  What
                      are you, a chemist?  No.  You’re a
                      goddamn accountant, Henry.  You know
                      nothing about acid.  I know nothing about
                      acid.

                                HENRY
                      We’ll buy a book.  Barnes & Noble will
                      have something on it, I’m sure.

                                FRAN
                      Oh, for chrissake, by the time we figure
                      it all out, she will have decomposed on
                      my floor, on my new Persian rug. She’s
                      going to leave a huge stain on my Persian
                      rug.  Give me a pill.

            Henry grabs the vile of pills, opens it and shakes one out
            into his hand.  He gives it to Fran.

                                HENRY
                      You only have two left.

            Henry places the vile down on the center table.

                                FRAN
                      Why didn’t we do this at your place?

                                HENRY
                      She didn’t want to kill herself in the
                      Bronx, remember.

            Fran grabs her jacket.

                                FRAN
                      Her mouth is open.

                                HENRY
                      It happens when people are dead.

                                FRAN
                      No, but she’s going to drool.  She’s
                      going to drool on my rug.  Put something
                      under her mouth, Henry.

            Fran moves to the door.

                                HENRY
                      She’s dead, Fran.  Dead people don’t
                      drool.  Where are you going?

                                FRAN
                      I’m getting a cappucino.

                                HENRY
                      Can you pick me up a latte?

                                FRAN
                      You want a biscotti and bagel too?  We’re
                      not having a picnic, Henry.

            Fran leaves and shuts the door from behind.  Henry walks
            slowly to a chair and sits.

                                HENRY
                      You can get up, now.  Fran has departed.

            ALICE rises slowly, massaging her neck, and stretching her
            arms and legs as she does so.

                                ALICE
                      Dead people don’t drool.  Where did you
                      come up with that one?

                                HENRY
                      It seemed like the right thing to say.

                                ALICE
                      And what if she agreed to wrap me up in a
                      garbage bag and dump me in the dumpster?
                      What would you have done then?

                                HENRY
                      I knew she wouldn’t go for it.

                                ALICE
                      Oh, you knew.  And you knew she wouldn’t
                      call the police, or stick me in acid, for
                      chrissake.

                                HENRY
                      Everything’s under control, ALICE.  You
                      see how Fran has done exactly everything
                      I predicted.  She even went out for her
                      goddamn cappuccino.  So I implore you not
                      to get hysterical on me, OK.  One
                      hysterical woman is enough.

                                ALICE
                      I’m not hysterical.  It’s just that
                      you’re excessively cocky.  You think
                      you’ve figured everything out.  You think
                      everything is under control.  And such an
                      attitude is dangerous when you’re in the
                      process of murdering someone.

                                HENRY
                      And don’t you just love the process?

                                ALICE
                      You say that like you’ve done this
                      before.

                                HENRY
                      Nope.  Fran will be my first.

                                ALICE
                      And your last, Henry.  Once she’s…once
                      she’s…

                                HENRY
                      Dead.

                                ALICE
                      Whatever, we’ll get the money and live a
                      moral and ethical life.  Do you hear me?
                      No more thrills, nor more…no more…

                                HENRY
                      Murders.

                                ALICE
                      Yes.  And we’re going to go to church,
                      Henry.  We’re going to have children.
                      We’re going to heaven.  Do you
                      understand?

                                HENRY
                      Heaven sounds good.  But did I hear you
                      say something about children?

                                ALICE
                      That’s a joke, right?  You’re joking?

                                HENRY
                      Look, I’ve been thinking.  Maybe it’s not
                      a good idea for us to have children.

                                ALICE
                      Excuse me?

                                HENRY
                      Well now listen to me.  There’s a reason
                      that incest is against the law.

                                ALICE
                      You’re about to…about to…

                                HENRY
                      Murder Fran.

                                ALICE
                      Yeah, and you’re concerned about the
                      incest laws?

                                HENRY
                      No.  I’m concerned about the children.
                      They might be retarded or deformed.

                                ALICE
                      Why, because we’re cousins?

                                HENRY
                      Yes.

                                ALICE
                      You raise this as a concern now.  After
                      you and I made a vow twenty two years ago
                      to get married and have children, and
                      now, when we’re on the brink of bliss,
                      financial and romantic bliss, you start
                      to have second thoughts?

                                HENRY
                      Look, I got half the money.  Isn’t that
                      enough?

                                ALICE
                      It’s not enough to buy a co-op and a
                      house in the Hamptons and to go to Paris
                      every year, is it?  It’s not enough to
                      send our kids to private school.

                                HENRY
                      There you go with the kids again.

                                ALICE
                      Listen to me.   Your sister treats you
                      like shit.   And besides, you didn’t get
                      half.  She got this apartment.

                                HENRY
                      I got the house.

                                ALICE
                      The house, Henry?  The house in the
                      Bronx, Henry?  The Bronx.

                                HENRY
                      It’s not like this apartment is a palace.

                                ALICE
                      I’m not living in the Bronx, Henry.

                                HENRY
                      We’ll sell the house.

                                ALICE
                      Henry, you live in a Puerto Rican
                      neighborhood.  How much you going to get
                      from those people?

                                HENRY
                      They’re very decent people, ALICE.

                                ALICE
                      I don’t give a rats ass how decent they
                      are.  Do they have mullah?

                                HENRY
                      They work hard. They have families.  They
                      must have some money.

                                ALICE
                      Listen to me, Fran got the better deal.
                      And I want her money.  You deserve her
                      money.

                                HENRY
                      I got $687,000.  Fran got $687,000.  I
                      got the house, she got the apartment.
                      Besides, she was born with a bad heart.
                      That all seems fair to me.

                                ALICE
                      So then why did I go through this charade
                      to convince Fran that I’m dead, huh?  Why
                      did I spend weeks convincing her that I
                      was suicidal?

                                HENRY
                      I know you’re right.  Fran has not been
                      the best sister.  She was not the best
                      daughter either.  She treated Mom and Dad
                      like they were children.  She has always
                      been nasty…to me…to everyone.  And so
                      I guess when you came up with this whole
                      idea, it sounded like a way I could get
                      back at her.  Teach her a lesson. But
                      when she gets back and finds that you’re
                      still alive, that will be a lesson
                      enough. Don’t you think?  You know how
                      she hates being made a fool of.

            ALICE grabs Henry by the collar and violently throws him up
            against the wall.

                                ALICE
                      You listen to me you little pansy ass.
                      We are not doing this to teach Fran a
                      lesson.  We’re doing this for the money.
                      Look at me.  Look at me Henry.  We
                      planned everything.  Everything is worked
                      out.  You and Fran have no relatives.
                      She has no will.  When she’s dead, you’ll
                      get everything…which means we’ll get
                      everything.  Which means we will have a
                      great life together.  And believe me, no
                      one will miss that bitch.  Fran is one of
                      the most hated human beings on the Upper
                      West Side.

            Fran releases Henry, who has been quite shaken by ALICE’s
            ouALICEurst.

                                ALICE (CONT’D)
                      OK.  So now I will go into the bedroom
                      and get ready.  You have the story
                      straight.

                                HENRY
                      Yes.

                                ALICE
                      Good.  Remember one thing, Henry.  I love
                      you.

            ALICE disappears into the bedroom.  The picture FADES TO
            BLACK.  Then, we FADE BACK UP.  Henry sits at the center
            table fingering the Fran’s vile of pills.  Fran walks in.
            She’s holding her Starbucks cappuccino cup and a bag of
            Starbucks finger food.

                                FRAN
                      Where is she?

                                HENRY
                      Now sit down, Fran, and I’ll explain
                      everything.

                                FRAN
                      I’m not sitting down.

                                HENRY
                      I lied to you.

                                FRAN
                      I’m listening.

                                HENRY
                      Well, you see, when I suggested that we
                      get acid, you know, to disintegrate
                      ALICE…well…you see…

                                FRAN
                      Henry…I hate when you hem and haw.

                                HENRY
                      Well…I already bought the acid in
                      anticipation of our problem.

                                FRAN
                      What are you saying?

                                HENRY
                      So I put ALICE in the bathtub and she’s
                      right now, at this moment,
                      disintegrating.

                                FRAN
                      You didn’t…she’s not…

                                HENRY
                      Yes, but there was a small problem.  You
                      see ALICE was still alive.  She started
                      to wake up, and so I hit her on the head
                      and dragged her into the bathroom.  And
                      then I…

                                FRAN
                      Are you telling me she’s disintegrating
                      alive? In my jacuzzi?  She’s lying in my
                      jacuzzi floating in acid and turning into
                      some liquid ooze?  Is that what you’re
                      telling me?

                                HENRY
                      It takes awhile for her to disintegrate.
                      I read that 24 hours is…

                                FRAN
                      You read…you read…did you read
                      anything about how acid can ruin a
                      jacuzzi, did you, Henry?  That jacuzzi
                      cost me three thousand dollars, do you
                      hear me?  This acid better not leave a
                      stain….Did you say she was alive?

                                HENRY
                      Yes.

                                FRAN
                      Henry, do you hear yourself?  If she was
                      alive, why did you hit her on the head
                      and put her in the acid?

                                HENRY
                      Because we have to get rid of the body.

            Fran grabs Henry by the collar and throws him up against the
            wall, just like ALICE did before.

                                FRAN
                      But she was alive, you idiot.  If she was
                      alive, we don’t have to get rid of the
                      body.  Do you have a fucking brain,
                      Henry?  Before, maybe we did something
                      wrong by not stopping a suicide.  But now
                      it’s murder.  Murder.

                                HENRY
                      Jeez…I didn’t think of that.

                                FRAN
                      You didn’t think of that because you’re a
                      fucking moron.  You can’t think if you
                      don’t have a goddamn brain.  Oh shit.
                      What are we going to do now?  What the
                      fuck are we going to do now?  We’re going
                      to prison.  Both of us.

                                HENRY
                      Now Fran, calm down.  We’ll think of
                      something.

                                FRAN
                      Oh god, my chest.  We’re are my pills?

                                HENRY
                      Right here.

            At this moment, the door to the bedroom flings open and
            rushing in comes ALICE, her clothes tattered, as if destroyed
            by acid, and her face is all made up to appear like it has
            been deformed.  She rushes at Fran and grabs her by the neck.
            Fran goes into an apoplectic fit, grabs her check, wheezes,
            and then falls to the floor.  A few more wheezes, and then
            silence.  ALICE stands silently, looking at Fran on the
            floor.  Henry stands silently, looking at Fran on the floor.
            ALICE then kneels down and takes Fran’s pulse.

                                ALICE
                      We did it.  It worked.  It actually
                      worked.  She’s dead.

            Henry starts to cry.

                                ALICE (CONT’D)
                      What are you doing?

            Henry continues to cry.

                                ALICE (CONT’D)
                      Stop it, Henry.  Stop it.  Get a hold of
                      yourself.

            ALICE grabs Henry.

                                ALICE (CONT’D)
                      Listen to me.  It’s over.  Our plan has
                      worked, like clockwork.  I can’t believe
                      it myself.  What you’re feeling right now
                      is relief combined with guilt combined
                      with excitement.  You’re confused.
                      That’s OK.  But just remember, I love
                      you.  There’s no confusion about that.
                      OK, Henry.

            ALICE wipes Henry’s tears.  Henry starts to calm down.

                                ALICE (CONT’D)
                      Ok, Henry.   Now we have a small problem
                      I didn’t count on.  Fran has no strong
                      soap or detergent.  And without it, I
                      won’t be able to get this stuff off my
                      face.  OK?  So you have to go out to the
                      grocery and buy some Comet or Ajax or Dr.
                      Bronner’s.  OK?  OK, Henry?

                                HENRY
                      OK.

                                ALICE
                      OK.  So here’s your jacket.  OK.  Now you
                      go.  And relax.  You must look relaxed
                      and calm.  Like nothing’s wrong.  OK,
                      Henry.  Think about all the money and the
                      vacations to Europe and a new apartment
                      in Manhattan.  Think about me and our new
                      home together.  Think about all that.
                      OK, Henry.

                                HENRY
                      OK.

            Henry puts his jacket on and goes to the door.  He turns and
            faces ALICE.

                                HENRY (CONT’D)
                      I love you.

                                ALICE
                      I know.

            Henry leaves.

                                ALICE (CONT’D)
                      You can get up now, Fran.

            Fran rises off the floor and stands.  She appears a bit
            unsteady.  She holds her forehead.

                                FRAN
                      Oh Christ.

                                ALICE
                      What’s wrong?

                                FRAN
                      To act like I had a heart attack, I made
                      believe I had terrible chest pains…but
                      I actually gave myself chest pains.
                      Where are my pills?

            ALICE hands her the vile.  Fran takes one out and pops it in
            her mouth.  She places the vile back on the table.  ALICE
            places her arm around Fran.

                                ALICE
                      Feeling better?

                                FRAN
                      I don’t know.  My arm hurts.

            ALICE walks over to Fran and rubs her left arm.  ALICE’s hand
            moves up and down Fran’s arm in a very slow, deliberate
            manner.

                                ALICE
                      Does that feel better?

                                FRAN
                      Yeah.

                                ALICE
                      What about this?

            ALICE now moves her hand onto Fran’s neck, and then down to
            her chest and starts to caress Fran’s breasts.  Fran is
            somewhat distracted by the pain she feels in her arm, trying
            to ignore it.

                                ALICE
                      Don’t you think John Lennon was a genius?
                      He wrote what I consider to be the single
                      greatest line of poetry in the history of
                      the human race.  He wrote that life is
                      what happens to you while you’re making
                      other plans.  Don’t you think that’s just
                      brilliant?  It captures the whole essence
                      of life.  Y0u have dozens of plans for
                      your life, hundreds of dreams.  God, I
                      used to have a new dream everyday.  And
                      you make decisions, trying to reach those
                      dreams.  You take one step at a time,
                      keeping your eye on the gold.  But you
                      never seem to get to that spot.  So you
                      shift the dream, alter it, cut it back.
                      You change it to make it more realistic.
                      But then, before you know it, you have to
                      change things again, you have to change
                      your dream.  It’s like life has a mind of
                      its own and sort of laughs at you while
                      you’re having all your dreams and making
                      all your plans.  So then, it’s a real
                      kick when things turn out the way you
                      want.  When you plan something and they
                      actually turn out the way you want.
                      Admittedly we had some things going for
                      us.  Like the fact that your brother is
                      an idiot and never suspected that you and
                      I are lovers and have been for eight
                      years.

                                FRAN
                      Nine.

                                ALICE
                      Nine.

            Throughout ALICE’s monologue, Fran has continued to struggle
            with arm and chest pain.

                                ALICE
                      So now everything is set.  Our perfect
                      plan to commit the perfect murder is
                      about to come to fruition and you and I
                      shall have all the money, and your
                      moronic brother shall be put to rest in
                      the family plot next to his mother and
                      father.  Maybe John Lennon is not such a
                      genius afterall.

            At this comment, Fran starts to wheeze.  This time it’s for
            real.  She grabs her chest and arm.

                                ALICE
                      Fran, what’s wrong.

                                FRAN
                      I…I…I’m…

            Fran falls to the floor.  ALICE is hysterical.

                                ALICE
                      Fran…Fran…Don’t do this…

            Fran falls silent and motionless.  She is in approximately
            the same position as when she faked her death.  ALICE rises,
            staring at Fran in a state of shock.  The door opens and in
            walks Henry with a paper bag containing Ajax.

                                HENRY
                      I feel much better.  The fresh air and
                      the walk made me feel better.  I still
                      feel guilty, mind you, but it’s not like
                      we shot her or poisoned her, you know.
                      She had a heart attack. God has taken
                      her, not us.  We had nothing to do with
                      it.  Here’s the Ajax.  Are you OK?

                                ALICE
                      Yeah.  Fine.

            ALICE takes the bag.

                                ALICE
                      I’ll clean up.

            ALICE goes to the bedroom and shuts the door.  Henry sits
            down at the table.  A moment passes.  He picks up the Fran’s
            vile of heart medicine pills in a moment of nostalgia.
            He notices something.  He opens the vile and sees only one
            pill.  We go to a close up on his face.

                                                                THE END.

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