Basket Case Page #3

- And you've been out all day?

- Yes, since about 9:00.

- Alone or ...?

- With someone.

If you have to prove where you were

and who you're with, would you be able to?

Sure.

- How long you going to be staying here?

- A few days.

If I wanted to come back again

and look around, will that be alright?

Sure.

Okay, Mr. Bradley.

Thank you very much.

Listen, if you think of

anything that may help us,

I'd appreciate you

getting in touch with us.

Okay, sure.

Are you crazy?

You could have us arrested!

No, no. You can't blame this on me.

I didn't know he would break you.

What?

Wait a minute.

Hold it!

All right, all right.

Okay yes, I was with a girl.

Yes, the receptionist.

Yes, I lied.

No, I didn't go to Dr. Kutters.

I knew if I told you, you'd get mad.

But I didn't do anything, she just

showed me around, that's all.

I'm not deserting you!

I just want some time for myself.

Look. I've helped you with

everything so far, haven't I?

Killing Lifflander, was your idea.

Coming to New York to get

the other two, was your idea.

Now wait a minute!

Let me finish!

I'm not saying that!

Of course you're right.

They deserve what they get.

All I'm saying, it's been your

idea every step of the way.

But I've helped you, haven't I?

Never desert you, not after all

we've been through, you know that.

We'll always be together.

What the hell are you doing here?

Wait, no, don't tell me.

It's the first bar you came in, right?

Hi, Casey!

You really doing New York in style.

First the broad and now this place.

- Aw, you come here often?

- I don't even drink!

That's obvious. You're not still

upset about this afternoon, are you?

That isn't half of it...

I'm so messed up

about a lot of things.

And now this girl I have met...

I don't know what's going on anymore.

Tell you what.

Why don't you and that...

picnic basket of yours,

join me at the back table?

I've got some heavy boozing to do

and looks like you can use

some good company. Come on.

Now tell me...

What do you do in Glens Falls?

- I'm a sorter.

- A sort of what?

No, a letter sorter.

I sort mail.

You're a mailman?

That's great!

There is something else

I've been dying to ask you...

What's in the basket?

- My brother.

- Your brother!

What is it?

A midget?

No, we're twins!

Siamese Twins!

That's funny, you don't look oriental!

So what happened?

So bad it shrink him?

No, he is deformed!

A freak!

He looks like a squashed octopus!

Our mother died giving birth to us.

He was attached to my right side.

They wouldn't let us go to school

or anything. They kept us hidden.

We were the big family secret.

Everyone hated us, except our aunt.

Listen, he likes the dark,

he doesn't like to be seen,

not even by me, sometimes.

And you know what else?

He talks to me, up

here, without words.

I just hear him

whispering in my brain.

Sometimes he talks for

hours, he won't shut up!

I used to be able to

talk to him like that,

but that's when we

were still connected.

Our aunt said it

was our special gift,

but since we have been

separated, I can't do it anymore.

But he can still do it to me,

in fact, he's even better at it now.

- He always knows what I'm thinking.

- Duane, you're giving me the creeps.

They didn't want him to live!

But he fooled them. He

didn't die, he just got stronger.

Oh, if you only knew

what it was like.

So in the end, I kept

him from everyone.

Well, both of us are messed up!

I don't know which

one of us is worse...

Duane.

Duane!

No, no, God no! I don't

even want it in the house!

It should be dead instead of my wife!

How could you let it be born?

Why didn't kill it

before it killed her?

And then, after they

tell me, my wife died,

after they tell me my child

is a twisted block of flesh

then she tells me

I need two names for it.

One for the child and

one for the monster!

As if I had two sons

instead of one freak!

It killed its own mother!

You want a name for it, I will

name him "killer". A murderer!

The boy is how old now?

Twelve?

You mean "boys".

There are two of them.

Boys...

Yes, of course.

They're upstairs.

And just how long have you

actually tutored the child?

Children. I've been with

them since they were born.

As their aunt, I'm sure you're

doing what you think best.

I've got a copy of

your teaching certificate

as well as the

school board's report.

However the state does have final say

and I must examine the boy for myself

before any tutoring can

replace proper schooling.

Now you do understand?

Now, if I may be

blunt, can't they...

Couldn't they have an operation?

It's not that simple.

I think we should

discuss this downstairs.

No, no. I think we're

making a big mistake.

We're rushing things.

We shouldn't even be here.

Where is boy now?

He's upstairs, in bed, asleep.

He can't hear us.

We need time to think

this over, talk it over...

We don't have time. It must be done

now, while my sister-in-law is away.

I'm not sure.

I've got second thoughts.

Bullshit second thoughts.

I've had 12 years of

doctors' second thoughts.

I not know...

I just don't know.

Well, you'll sure as hell know if it were

your own son we were talking about!

You understand that if we separate the

deformity from Duane, it will probably die?

It's better off dead! What kind

of life will it have the way it is?

- We're talking about your child!

- Child?

Duane is my child,

not that other thing!

All I want is Duane to be normal.

It's too late to change the

other one, just cut Duane from it.

I don't know.

I don't know!

The hospital says no, every

doctor I've asked says no...

You two may be my last hope!

I don't know who you are, or where

Lifflander found you and I don't care.

No questions asked.

Just separate them.

He's right of course. The boy

should have a chance of a normal life.

They don't share organs or

bones, just tissue and flesh.

If the operation is successful, the

most Duane will have is a nasty scar.

- And the other one?

- Doctor...

I'm not even sure it's human.

No, God no!

Help help! No!

Stop fighting, God damn it!

We're just going into the

dining room, Duane. Now stop it!

It won't hurt, Duane.

I promise, this won't hurt!

Duane, hold still!

Don't fight it...

- We're only trying to help you.

- This is for your own good.

- Now, we've got to hold you still.

- Duane, God dammit!

- Hold his arms.

- No, help! God, no!

Damn it!

It's for your own good!

No, God!

No, help!

Hold him, hold him, that's it.

Damn it! If it is squirming around,

this is not going to work,

if it's squirming around.

- Hold him still!

- Hold him. Hold him...

- Look, I've got it...

- Okay, hold him.

Is that you, Belial?

Where?

I'm coming.

God damn it, Duane! If that's you

down there, you'd better answer me!

Duane?

It's all right now.

Everyone's gone,

the police have left.

They could find no evidence

of who killed your father,

nor do they have

any idea what killed him.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes