The
Deatherians by John O'Keefe |
Vørdigger It is only paper. Krator Are you kidding me, if I don't meet the demands of this contract they will kill me. Vørdigger Read there. If you don't kill me they will stuff me in a bag and beat me to death with hammers. It's an incentive. Krator, you do this everyday. Krator Why don't you do it yourself? Vørdigger I'm afraid that by the time it needs to be done I will be incapable. Krator Oh, for Christ's sake, then why don't you do it now? Vørdigger I hate to admit it, but I am very much afraid of death. Krator I don't do this shit for free. It will cost you. Vørdigger I have the money. (Indicating the contact) Take it with you. Think about it...but think fast. It only needs your signature. I'll give you a call. (Krator waves Vørdigger off as he moves toward the darkness.) Krator Ja, ja, tot siens. Vørdigger Tot stats. (Krator vanishes into the darkness. Vørdigger watches Krator exit. "Vørdigger! Vørdigger!" comes over the speakers. Vørdigger winces. He crosses to the discarded joint. As he bends to pick it up the sound of insane laughter comes over the speakers, followed by "Vørdigger! Vørdigger!" The lights cross-fade to...) Scene 3 (...Løvin Hatherdal* standing in the street with Jimmy and Joe by her side carrying signs that say, "Save the Planet! Kill Yourself!" "Eat People Not Animals!" Hatherdal is holding forth. She is a woman in her 40's. Her face is disfigured beyond recognition. She has a Dutch accent). Hatherdal The human race excretes 250,000 pounds of shit per second! We are drowning in our own excrement! All you think about is fucking? Everything's about fucking. Movies, TV, fucking, fucking, fucking. Can't you think about anything else? (She claps Jimmy and Joe on the back, knocking them off balance) Look at America. These boys here. They're from America. This is what fucking has got you. This is what TV has got you. This is what the Pop music has got you. Now that the Christians have taken over their stupid country they are escaping like so many rats: Wet Backs, only this time it isn't the Rio Grande, it 's the Atlantic. They're afraid of going into the "camps." You remember the "Camps." Only in America they call them "Bible Camps". (To Jimmy and Joe) Gobble like your turkey. (They gobble) They work for the "Minister," that's me, I'm the goddamned fucking minister. In what church do I preach? Why I preach in the streets. Right here, motherfuckers. Hatherdal (cont.) And what is my church? My church is the Church of Saint Kavorkian, The Dutch Reformed Church of Euthanasia. That's right, the Church of the Second Killing. That's right, I should kill you're fucking asses right now, but I don't, I am a Liberal, I think a second. That's why my church is "Reformed." But don't think I think a third time. No, baby, you bet your booties I don't. I am not like some doctors I know who sit around fingering their noodles. I am speaking of one Mickey Mouse in particular. His name is Dr. Hess Krator. He has the power to create the greatest killing machine in the history of the human-shit-fucks. But what does he do? He mews around like some slurping mother cat. "Oh, I don't know if I should kill you. You are not miserable enough." Pussy-whipped, motherfucker, he has no balls. I know you're miserable enough. If he won't kill you, I will kill you. My eyes are everywhere. I will find you; the weak, the insipid, the deformed, the insane. (She pulls out a long sheet of rolled up paper and unrolls it) Here is this weeks shit list. If your name is on it you won't be around to hear it next week. (To the Americans) Hit it, boys! (A great rap beat fills the street. As they begin their song, Hatherdal begins reading names from the list.). Jimmy and Joe (rapping)
Jimmy and Joe (cont.)
Jimmy and Joe (cont.)
Your name's on the shit list! Scene 4 (Krator's cries as he has an orgasm in the dark. Blue light rises in the window. It falls on the bed.) Krator (After a pause) May I smoke? Zeena (After a pause) By the window, please. (Krator slips out of bed. His is a black figure in the blue light. He crosses to the window and lights up.) Krator I want to talk to you. Zeena Your time is up. Krator Go to my billfold. (ZEENA* crosses to Krator's pants and takes out the billfold. She crosses to the window and opens the billfold.)
Krator Take all of it. Just leave enough for me to get cigarettes. Zeena There's more than 4000 gelder in here. Krator Have a party. (She takes the money and goes to turn on a light.) Krator (Cont.) Leave the light off and lie down on the bed. (She lies down on the bed.) When I was on top of you, between your legs, when I was inside of you, you gave me these motions. It was so soft and pulled so gently. When I came in you, you thrust at me to accept my semen, to bury it in you. These motions coupled with a man can bring forth life. From a woman who had sex, who made these motions with a man, I came to exist. Zeena Your children are in a condom. Krator (Laughs quietly) Yes, like so much slime in a sock. That is my point. I am a doctor. I took an oath to preserve life and yet I take life in the name of medicine. They pay me for it. They pay me well. You are a woman. You go through the motions of sex. There is no love, there are no children. I pay you for it. I pay you well. Zeena You are Krator. Krator Yes. You know of me? Zeena Everyone knows about you on the Strip. You are the Devil Doctor. You lurk about the alleys every night to find girls to fuck and do kinky things. So I am one of these girls? Krator Yes.
Zeena I want you to leave. Krator Why? Zeena You're weird. (Krator laughs softly to himself.) Krator You are a chicken shit bitch, aren't you? Zeena You kill people for money. You smell like death. Krator You are a bore. Zeena You smell like shit. Get out of here. Krator I will get out when I want. (She runs to the window and shouts.) Zeena Intruder! Intruder! (As the lights fade.) Krator All right. All right. Scene 5 (Krator appears sneaking out of the shadows, pulling his pants up. Hatherdal steps out of the shadows and accosts him.) Hatherdal Dr. Krator, My name is L_vin Hatherdal. I'm the minister of the Dutch Reformed Church of Euthanasia. Our Patron Saint is Dr. Kevorkian. We advocate suicide, sodomy and cannibalism.
Krator (Struggling with the zipping up of his fly.) I'm well aware of who you are. You are a serial killer, nothing more. Hathedral I kill more people a week than you do and I don't even have your equipment. Krator You are an evil, misguided female. (She grabs him. Krator pushes her away.) Krator Get away from me! Hatherdal What are you doing down here? This is not a respectable place. Krator It's none of your fucking business. Hatherdal Stay where you belong. Go out to your suburbs and stay away from the District. Krator I can go where I want to. (Krator draws his pistol. Hatherdal whistles. Jimmy and Joe step out of the shadows and put their guns to Krator's head.) Hatherdal In your little killing room you may be king, but here, in the District, I run things. Beware, Krator, I got my eye on you. I have always had my eye on you. Leave these animals alone. They belong to me. Krator (Shouting) Like hell they do. Hatherdal (Quietly) Down here, You belong to me.
Krator You're mad. (Krator brushes past Jimmy and Joe and exits.) Hatherdal (Shrieking) It won't be the last you see of me! I'll track you down to the ends of eternity! (Lights out.) |
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