The Cider House Rules Page #11

CANDY:

(whispers)

Two.

Homer writes on a piece of paper. Candy and Wally exchange a

worried look.

WALLY:

So, now, uh... you're not... I mean,

do *you* do the--

HOMER:

No. Dr. Larch will be performing the

procedure.

WALLY:

(relieved)

Ah, well... okay. Good! I just

wondered...

Edna pokes her head in the door.

EDNA:

Excuse me, Homer. Dr. Larch said

this one is your turn.

Edna quickly sees that all three of them have misunderstood

her.

EDNA:

Oh, dear--I'm sorry. I meant the

circumcision. That boy you delivered

on Tuesday...

HOMER:

Sure. Fine. Have you prepped him?

EDNA:

I'll get started.

Candy and Wally can't conceal how impressed they are with

the young Homer.

INT. CORRIDOR - DAY

Homer walks down the corridor, dressed in his operating gown,

as the door to the O.R. opens and Wally stumbles out,

hurriedly opening a window. Wally breathes deeply to regain

his composure.

WALLY:

I think it was the ether--the smell

got to me.

(pause)

God. This is all my fault.

Edna comes down the hall with a dirt-stained, crying Curly

who's covering one eye.

EDNA:

(over the din)

Steerforth got into the pantry--he's

eaten all the pie dough.

CURLY:

(sobbing)

He wasn't sharing it, either.

EDNA:

He's down the hall, throwing up.

Homer nods to Edna, who is marching off with Curly. Wally

smiles at Homer.

HOMER:

What kind of plane are you flying?

WALLY:

A B-24 Liberator.

HOMER:

Liberator...

WALLY:

Have you enlisted?

HOMER:

They wouldn't take me. I'm Class IV--

I've got a heart defect.

WALLY:

Really! Is it serious?

HOMER:

No, it's not serious. I'm just not

supposed to get excited. You know--

no strain, no stress. I try to keep

calm all the time.

Wally hears Homer's facetiousness--how tired he is of his

heart condition.

WALLY:

Oh, well. I don't imagine there's

any strain or stress around *here*!

Homer appreciates the joke.

The door to the operating room that Wally exited opens into

the corridor; Candy is being wheeled out on a gurney by Larch

and Angela. Wally rushes to Candy's side. Homer follows

slowly. Candy is groggy, coming out of the ether.

WALLY:

How is she doing?

LARCH:

Just fine.

CANDY:

(slurred speech)

Boy or girl?

ANGELA:

It was nothing--it's all over.

WALLY:

It's all over, honey.

They walk Candy on her gurney. Homer looks after them.

CANDY:

(slurred speech)

I would like to have a baby, one

day. I really would.

ANGELA:

Why, of course--you can have as many

children as you want. I'm sure you'll

have very beautiful children.

Larch wheels Candy behind a curtain.

LARCH:

You'll have Princes of Maine! You'll

have Kings of New England!

Larch has a different tone of voice when he speaks to Wally.

LARCH:

I suggest you find yourself some

fresh air, Lieutenant.

Wally is left alone in the corridor.

INT. BOYS' DIVISION - DAY

Cranked at three-quarters, Fuzzy sits in bed, wheezing and

coughing. He's drawing with great intensity, using crayons

on a piece of paper held by a clipboard. Homer sits on the

end of Fuzzy's bed, cleaning up Steerforth. Homer pauses to

look out of the window; he sees Wally, dashing and spotless

in his uniform beside his flashy car. A life Homer might

have had crosses his face.

FUZZY (O.S.)

Homer, when is Halloween?

Homer turns to Fuzzy, who holds up his picture--a big pumpkin

with a jack-o-lantern face.

HOMER:

(distracted)

Uh... it's the end of October.

FUZZY:

Is that soon?

Homer looks at Fuzzy; his little body is working hard just

to breathe.

STEERFORTH:

That's a few months away, Fuzz.

(to Homer)

I still don't feel so good.

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