starring
FRANK and JO
featuring
A CHEERY RECEPTIONIST
A NURSE
and
VARIOUS VOICES
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Scene 1: Interior of a car in a hospital parking lot. FRANK and JO sit in the car, JO at the wheel. She turns off the ignition. The engine coughs and dies.
JO: We're way early. Want to just sit here for a while? It's a nice day.
FRANK: Yeah, nice for people who aren't about to have razor-sharp knives jammed into their lungs.
JO: Sweetie, it's a biopsy, not a murder. They just stick a tube down your throat--
FRANK: Tube. Down throat.
JO: They just take some pictures and a tiny tissue sample. You'll be knocked out through the whole thing.
FRANK: Actually, I'm starting to see a great benefit of being totally unconscious.
JO: No pain?
FRANK: No. The great thing is that if I die unconscious on the table, I won't know about it. Sure, it'll probably suck for you, but me? I'll never know.
JO: You can't be sure of that; we don't really know how it works.
(Short pause.)
FRANK: Are you suggesting that Satan may have visiting privileges in this hospital?
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Scene 2: Hospital reception area. FRANK and JO stand before a desk, behind which the CHEERY RECEPTIONIST is typing at a computer. She stops typing and looks up.
RECEPTIONIST: You're all set, Mr. Mullen. You two can take a seat by the window, and someone will come get you.
FRANK: Yeah, so they can stick knives into my lungs, knives that are so sharp you could throw a Kleenex in the air and slice it into twelve pieces before it even--
JO: Sweetie...
RECEPTIONIST: O-o-o-kay. Well, it looks like a pleasant day out there. Somebody told me it's, like, in the fifties out there!
FRANK: Yeah, when we drove in, I saw Elvis standing on the corner.
(Short pause.)
FRANK: (Cont'd) The fifties?...Elvis?
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Scene 3: Prep room. FRANK lies on a gurney in a hospital gown. Various needles embedded in his flesh are securely taped to his limbs. JO stands at his side, holding his hand. Various people are occasionally seen passing the open door.
JO: Are you comfy?
FRANK: As comfy as you can be when you're half-naked and strangers walking by can look up your dress.
NURSE enters.
NURSE: The anesthesiologist is waiting for you, and the doctor is on his way.
FRANK: Yeah, to stick razor-sharp--
JO: It's time to go, Sweetie.
(NURSE starts pushing the gurney towards the door.)
NURSE: If you two have anything to say to each other, now's the time.
(JO leans down and kisses FRANK.)
JO: I love you.
FRANK: Tell Charlene that even at the end, I never forgave her.
(NURSE looks at JO. JO rolls her eyes.)
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Scene 4: Dark, formless void. Vague shapes move about. Faint, indistinct female voices gradually become clear.