The Ladykillers Page #2
MRS. MUNSON
Mm... gizzards...
The cat paces back and forth between her legs, leaning into
them and purring, responding to the snap of tin as the cover
comes off the can.
The can contains cubed processed gizzard in a gelatinous
medium like the stuff that clings to gefilte fish.
INT. MUNSON HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Above the fireplace is an oil portrait of a serious-looking
black man of late middle-age with a neatly groomed mustache
starting to gray. A couple of candles sit on the mantel below
the portrait, giving it the semblance of a shrine.
Mrs. Munson enters and lights the candles.
MRS. MUNSON
Othar, I went'n complained about
WeeMack, I hope it'll do some good.
That boy hangin' by a thread! Over
the pit! Fiery pit! "I Left My Wallet
in El Segundo"!
She shakes out the match and sits in a rocker and takes up
her knitting. As she sits she gives an audible groan.
MRS. MUNSON
...Sixty-seven years of life, forty-
six years of marriage, you mean to
tell me you never one time suffered
from piles? It's the human condition,
most humans anyway. Like that ball
player said:
world's got two kindsof folks -- them that's got piles
and them that's gonna get 'em. But
you was always healthy as an ox...
There is the distant moan of a riverboat horn.
MRS. MUNSON
...Passed on before you got piles.
Mmmmhmm. Thank the Lord you wasn't
sick. You don't wanna sicken 'n die.
No, you wanna pass nice 'n peaceful...
go to sleep one night, wake up in
the glory land... woof...
A gust of wind hums under the eaves; the candles below the
portrait flicker. As Mrs. Munson looks around the room,
vaguely towards the ceiling, sensing a negative aura, the
cat arches its back and hisses.
At this moment the doorbell rings.
MRS. MUNSON
...Well who's that now, Pickles?
She grunts as she hoists herself out of the chair.
I/E. MUNSON HOUSE - FOYER - NIGHT
She opens the door--
A draft--
INT. MUNSON HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The candles below the portrait of Othar go out, sending up
thin wisps of smoke.
I/E. MUNSON HOUSE - FOYER - NIGHT
The cat shrieks and bolts out the door, past the man on the
stoop:
GOLDTHWAIT HIGGINSON DORR, III.He is a middle-aged Southern gentleman wearing a panama hat
and a cape over a cream-colored suit. He has dark circles
under his eyes. The smile he attempts, mournful yet courtly,
is wiped away by:
MRS. MUNSON
PICKLES!
DORR:
Ma'am?
MRS. MUNSON
Go get 'im!
DORR:
I do beg your pardon?
MRS. MUNSON
Go get Pickles, I didn't let 'im
out!
DORR:
(tasting the name)
Pickles...
Dorr walks down the stoop followed by the old lady.
MRS. MUNSON
Oh, he's up the tree again. Your
gonna have to shimmy on up.
DORR:
I am so terribly sorry, madam. But
won't the feline eventually tire of
his lonely perch and, pining for his
master's affection, return on his
own initiative?
MRS. MUNSON
Huh? No, he won't come down less you
fetch him. He'd set there til Gabriel
blows his horn if someone didn't
shimmy up. Up with you now!
DORR:
Well then couldn't we perhaps offer
him kitty treats and enticements, or
if not foodstuffs perhaps squeaky
little toys of the kind formerly
manufactured in Hong Kong but now
produced in the other so-called
"Little Tigers"...
His fingers form the quotes.
DORR:
...of the Pacific Rim? The point
bein', do we have to actually ascend
the tree--
MRS. MUNSON
Look, I don't want no doubletalk. If
you ain't gonna fetch him down I
guess I gotta call the po-lice...
DORR:
Police...
His face darkens.
MRS. MUNSON
They ain't gonna be happy. Every
time they come fetch him down they
swear they won't do it no more...
Dorr casts his hat aside and starts awkwardly climbing the
tree. He gasps as he climbs:
DORR:
No need to call the authorities. I
did this often as a youth -- why, I
was a positive lemur... Here, kitty...
The cat backs away down a branch, arching its back and
hissing.
MRS. MUNSON
Don't upset him, now!
Dorr, on his stomach, inches after the cat, grunting:
DORR:
I wouldn't dream of it... harmless
little felix domesticus... Come to
G.H...
The branch breaks, hinging down to slam Dorr face-first into
the trunk, from where he drops the rest of the way to the
ground.
INT. MUNSON HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Othar's portrait, upside-down, seems to be looking bemusedly
down on us.
An OBJECTIVE ANGLE shows Dorr lying on the couch, a damp
washcloth on his forehead, eyes rolled back to look at the
picture.
Mrs. Munson is entering with a cup of tea. Dorr swings his
feet out to sit up and accept the tea.
DORR:
I thank you, madam, for your act of
kindness.
MRS. MUNSON
Well you let him out.
DORR:
I certainly did and I do apologize
no end. Allow me to present myself,
uh, formally:
Goldthwait HigginsonDorr, Ph.D.
MRS. MUNSON
What, like Elmer?
DORR:
Beg your pardon, ma'am?
MRS. MUNSON
Fudd?
DORR:
No no, Ph.D. is a mark of academic
attainment. It is a degree of higher
learning bestowed, in my case, in
recognition of my mastery of the
antique languages of Latin and Greek.
I also hold a number of other advanced
degrees including the baccalaureate
from a school in Paris, France, called
the Sorbonne.
Munson chuckles.
MRS. MUNSON
Sore bone, well I guess that's
appropriate. You ever study at Bob
Jones University?
DORR:
I have not had that privilege.
MRS. MUNSON
It's a bible school, only the finest
in the country. I send them five
dollars every month.
DORR:
That's very gener--
MRS. MUNSON
I'm on their mailing list. I'm an
Angel.
DORR:
Indeed.
MRS. MUNSON
They list my name in the newsletter,
every issue. I got the literature
DORR:
Perhaps when my head has recovered
from its... buffeting. Mrs. Munson,
are you at all curious as to why I
darkened your door, as the expression
has it, on this lovely camelia-scented
morn?
MRS. MUNSON
I was wondering, til you let Pickles
out. Then in all the excitement--
DORR:
I quite understand. The fact is that
I saw the sign on your window
advertising a room to let, and it is
the only such sign among the houses
of this charming, charming street.
MRS. MUNSON
Yeah, I got a room. I'm lookin' for
a quiet tenant. Fifteen dollars a
week
DORR:
I quite understand. Madam, you are
addressing a man who is quiet -- and
yet not quiet, if I may offer a
riddle...
He sets down the teacup and rises.
DORR:
...Perhaps you can show me the room,
Mrs. Munson, and allow me to explain.
MRS. MUNSON
Well you can see the room, but I
don't like double-talk.
INT. MUNSON HOUSE - STAIRCASE - NIGHT
...up the stairs.
DORR:
You see, madam, I am currently on
sabbatical from the institution where
I teach -- the University of
Mississippi at Hattiesburg. I am
taking a year off to indulge my
passion -- I don't believe that is
too strong a word -- for the music
of the Renaissance. I perform in --
and have the honor of directing -- a
period instrument ensemble that
performs at Renaissance fairs and
other cultural fora...
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