Synopsis: A two minute scene with a pedophile serial killer and his supportive, yet practical, girlfriend.
Kitchen Scene by Bruno Lovric
Copyright © Bruno Lovric 2007, All rights reserved
CHARACTERS:
PABON: male, 25 years old, married to Blodwin.
BLODWIN: female, 32 years old, married to Pabon.
A large and beautiful kitchen. A young boy is lying naked on the table. His head is covered with a white bag and tied tightly around his head. Blodwyn is sitting next to him reading newspapers. Pabon enters.
BLODWYN: Suprise!
PABON: You didn’t?
BLODWYN: Yup.
PABON: Where did you find him?
BLODWYN: At the park. He was playing all alone so I invited him over. I told him I made some chocolate cake and he wanted to try it.
PABON: Did he like it?
BLODWYN: I didn’t hear him complain.
PABON: How old is he?
BLODWIN: Seven I think.
PABON: Seven. Hmmm..Was the park busy?
BLODWIN: Stop worrying! It was deserted and nobody saw me. I checked around very carefully, plus I wore a wig.
PABON: Excellent!
BLODWIN: Thanks baby!
PABON: So what’s the occasion? Why?
BLODWIN: Why would I need an occasion? I saw him on the way home, he was alone and I thought you wanted some company.
PABON: Awww…that’s so sweet of you honey.
BLODWIN: You’re welcome!
PABON: But what’s the real occasion? Why?
BLODWIN: They need a kidney. It's an emergency.
PABON: How urgently?
BLODWIN: Four Hundred Thousand.
PABON: Wow! It must be somebody really important?
BLODWIN: It is. A politician's kid or somebody famous.
PABON: He looks so tiny.
BLODWIN: I know. So do you want me to step out…(pause)
PABON: Yeah baby, please.
BLODWIN: Sure.
She exists. Pabon examines the body very carefully. He touches the boy all over and stops at his crouch. Pabon takes his pants off and climbs the table like a snake preparing to attack a small animal. He sits on top of the boy and rubs himself against him. He takes the bag off the boy’s head and freezes at the sight of boy’s face.
PABON: Blodwyn!
BLODWYN: (off stage) Yeah baby?
PABON: Could you come here for a minute?
Blodwyn enters
BLODWYN: Is everything ok?
PABON: Where did you find him?
BLODWYN: At the Riverstone Park. Why?
PABON: Near the King’s Garden Complex?
BLODWIN: I don’t know; why?
PABON: Because my sister lives there.
BLODWIN: Fancy place!
PABON: Yeah, she got both the apartment and the kid after divorce. It’s ridiculously huge now that only two of them live there.
BLODWIN: Really? We should go visit her! I didn’t know she had kids.
PABON: Yeah, she has one, Charles. Wanna meet him? (indicating from Blodwyn to the child) Blodwyn –Charles, Charles – Blodwyn.
BLODWYN: No!
PABON: Yup.
BLODWYN: No!
PABON: Yup.
BLODWYN: Shut up!
PABON: It’s him.
BLODWYN: Oh my god. I am so sorry baby. Shit. (Pause) Shit. I had no clue she had kids. What are we gonna do?
PABON: I don’t know.
BLODWYN: Well we can’t let him go now. He knows where we live.
PABON: What?!
BLODWYN: What? I’m just saying. I smacked him with a ladle and he looked at my face from up close.
PABON: Shit. Why didn't you just tranquilize him?
BLODWIN: I did, but he wanted to leave as soon as he was done eating.
PABON: Still...You didn't have to smack him..
BLODWYN: So you wanna let him go?
PABON: I don’t know.
BLODWYN: Because we can’t let him go baby, you know that. That option is out. I'm sorry.
PABON: Blodwyn, this is my sister’s only child. It’s my nephew. You know, sometimes I really wonder about you and your judgment.
BLODWYN: So what do you want to do?
PABON: I don’t fucking know! I don’t know! Give me a second can you? I’m trying to think.
BLODWYN: Well you better think fast because he should be waking up soon.
PABON: Great.
Blodwyn picks up a knife from the counter and walks to the table.
PABON: What are you doing?
BLODWYN: This kid needs to go away honey and I don't like it anymore than you do. I am sorry I fucked this up, I really am, but we can't turn back the time. The damage has been already done and now we have to deal with it the best we can. Could you please bring the ice? I left it in the living room.
She sits on boy’s chest and grabs his head. She leans the knife against his throat.
PABON: No goddamn it! Hold!
BLODWYN: Baby, I am not going to the jail! Hospital needs the liver by six P.M. latest! We don’t have time for this.
PABON: Blodwyn, it’s my fucking nephew! My sister’s son! Do you understand?
BLODWYN: Honey, look I understand what you’re saying but we can’t waste…
PABON: Jesus Christ, if my sister knew…She will kill me! There is no way I can do this.
BLODWYN: Will you please get me the ice? (Pabon stares at her not believing his ears) Sugar nuts? Hello? Snap out of it hon, we have work to do.
PABON: Get off of him.
BLODWYN: What?
PABON: Get away from him!
BLODWYN: Are you serious?
PABON: Get off!
She gets off.
BLODWYN: Baby, please, I don’t want to go to jail. Do you?
PABON: You won’t go to jail. Go get the ice.
He takes the knife from her. Blodwyn gives him her brightest smile and runs out. Pabon locks the door after her, grabs the boy and exits through the window carrying him. Blodwyn yells and knocks outside of kitchen door.
BLODWYN: Pumpkin nuts, open the door! What are you doing? Baby? Open up please. Honey?? Are you ok? (pause) Baby? Are you there?
Lights down.
Copyright © Bruno Lovric 2007, All rights reserved
CHARACTERS:
PABON: male, 25 years old, married to Blodwin.
BLODWIN: female, 32 years old, married to Pabon.
A large and beautiful kitchen. A young boy is lying naked on the table. His head is covered with a white bag and tied tightly around his head. Blodwyn is sitting next to him reading newspapers. Pabon enters.
BLODWYN: Suprise!
PABON: You didn’t?
BLODWYN: Yup.
PABON: Where did you find him?
BLODWYN: At the park. He was playing all alone so I invited him over. I told him I made some chocolate cake and he wanted to try it.
PABON: Did he like it?
BLODWYN: I didn’t hear him complain.
PABON: How old is he?
BLODWIN: Seven I think.
PABON: Seven. Hmmm..Was the park busy?
BLODWIN: Stop worrying! It was deserted and nobody saw me. I checked around very carefully, plus I wore a wig.
PABON: Excellent!
BLODWIN: Thanks baby!
PABON: So what’s the occasion? Why?
BLODWIN: Why would I need an occasion? I saw him on the way home, he was alone and I thought you wanted some company.
PABON: Awww…that’s so sweet of you honey.
BLODWIN: You’re welcome!
PABON: But what’s the real occasion? Why?
BLODWIN: They need a kidney. It's an emergency.
PABON: How urgently?
BLODWIN: Four Hundred Thousand.
PABON: Wow! It must be somebody really important?
BLODWIN: It is. A politician's kid or somebody famous.
PABON: He looks so tiny.
BLODWIN: I know. So do you want me to step out…(pause)
PABON: Yeah baby, please.
BLODWIN: Sure.
She exists. Pabon examines the body very carefully. He touches the boy all over and stops at his crouch. Pabon takes his pants off and climbs the table like a snake preparing to attack a small animal. He sits on top of the boy and rubs himself against him. He takes the bag off the boy’s head and freezes at the sight of boy’s face.
PABON: Blodwyn!
BLODWYN: (off stage) Yeah baby?
PABON: Could you come here for a minute?
Blodwyn enters
BLODWYN: Is everything ok?
PABON: Where did you find him?
BLODWYN: At the Riverstone Park. Why?
PABON: Near the King’s Garden Complex?
BLODWIN: I don’t know; why?
PABON: Because my sister lives there.
BLODWIN: Fancy place!
PABON: Yeah, she got both the apartment and the kid after divorce. It’s ridiculously huge now that only two of them live there.
BLODWIN: Really? We should go visit her! I didn’t know she had kids.
PABON: Yeah, she has one, Charles. Wanna meet him? (indicating from Blodwyn to the child) Blodwyn –Charles, Charles – Blodwyn.
BLODWYN: No!
PABON: Yup.
BLODWYN: No!
PABON: Yup.
BLODWYN: Shut up!
PABON: It’s him.
BLODWYN: Oh my god. I am so sorry baby. Shit. (Pause) Shit. I had no clue she had kids. What are we gonna do?
PABON: I don’t know.
BLODWYN: Well we can’t let him go now. He knows where we live.
PABON: What?!
BLODWYN: What? I’m just saying. I smacked him with a ladle and he looked at my face from up close.
PABON: Shit. Why didn't you just tranquilize him?
BLODWIN: I did, but he wanted to leave as soon as he was done eating.
PABON: Still...You didn't have to smack him..
BLODWYN: So you wanna let him go?
PABON: I don’t know.
BLODWYN: Because we can’t let him go baby, you know that. That option is out. I'm sorry.
PABON: Blodwyn, this is my sister’s only child. It’s my nephew. You know, sometimes I really wonder about you and your judgment.
BLODWYN: So what do you want to do?
PABON: I don’t fucking know! I don’t know! Give me a second can you? I’m trying to think.
BLODWYN: Well you better think fast because he should be waking up soon.
PABON: Great.
Blodwyn picks up a knife from the counter and walks to the table.
PABON: What are you doing?
BLODWYN: This kid needs to go away honey and I don't like it anymore than you do. I am sorry I fucked this up, I really am, but we can't turn back the time. The damage has been already done and now we have to deal with it the best we can. Could you please bring the ice? I left it in the living room.
She sits on boy’s chest and grabs his head. She leans the knife against his throat.
PABON: No goddamn it! Hold!
BLODWYN: Baby, I am not going to the jail! Hospital needs the liver by six P.M. latest! We don’t have time for this.
PABON: Blodwyn, it’s my fucking nephew! My sister’s son! Do you understand?
BLODWYN: Honey, look I understand what you’re saying but we can’t waste…
PABON: Jesus Christ, if my sister knew…She will kill me! There is no way I can do this.
BLODWYN: Will you please get me the ice? (Pabon stares at her not believing his ears) Sugar nuts? Hello? Snap out of it hon, we have work to do.
PABON: Get off of him.
BLODWYN: What?
PABON: Get away from him!
BLODWYN: Are you serious?
PABON: Get off!
She gets off.
BLODWYN: Baby, please, I don’t want to go to jail. Do you?
PABON: You won’t go to jail. Go get the ice.
He takes the knife from her. Blodwyn gives him her brightest smile and runs out. Pabon locks the door after her, grabs the boy and exits through the window carrying him. Blodwyn yells and knocks outside of kitchen door.
BLODWYN: Pumpkin nuts, open the door! What are you doing? Baby? Open up please. Honey?? Are you ok? (pause) Baby? Are you there?
Lights down.
Copyright © Bruno Lovric 2007. All rights reserved.
