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Sunday, December 2, 2012

The Sectarian: Luzy-Ann Disapproves of What Lake is Wearing on Her Date


LUZY-ANN SNEAKS TO THE PROTEST WITH THE KLAN ANYWAY

EXT. ELDERBERRY PARK    DAY

A car screeches into the park's parking lot, located at the edge of the park.  Brent jumps out of the car.  Violet and Lake are in the car.

FATHER
Stay there!

LAKE (V.O.)
But my mother followed him, leaving me in the car. 

Violet runs out of the car.

VIOLET
Stay in the car, Lake!
(slams car door)

LAKE (V.O.)
I too, followed at a distance. 

Lake is rushing towards the protest, fearful.

LAKE (V.O.)
(continuing)
All I could see were their tiny figures.  It was hard to make out what was happening.

Brent is following the protesters, frantically searching for Luzy-Ann.

BRENT
(calling frantically)
Luz!  Luz!

Brent pushes through the crowd.  Violet is not far behind Brent.

VIOLET
(calling desperately)
Luzy!  Brent!

Brent sees Luzy-Ann and catches up with her.  He grabs her arm.

BRENT
Luz, get out of here, and don't argue!

LUZY-ANN
(surprised, scared)
Dad!  You're embarrassing me!  Besides, I don't want to get out of here.  I'm championing Christ and the unborn! 

BRENT
(shaking Luzy-Ann by the arm)
You're picketing with skinheads, people haters, people who hate you! 
(pulling at her arm)

The same skinhead that Luzy-Ann met at the county/city office is walking behind Luzy-Ann.

SKINHEAD
Hey, fella!  Stop harassing the lady.  This is a peaceful march.  Is he bugging you, lady?

LUZY-ANN
It's all right, he's just my Father.

BRENT
We're leaving, now (emphasis).

LUZY-ANN
Dad, no!

SKINHEAD
If the lady wants to be here, she has every right to be.

BRENT
I'm her father.  She's underage.  She's where I tell her to be.

Grumbling begins.  People watching the demonstration begin to jeer and get louder.  Scuffling and pushing begins. 

LAKE (V.O.)
As with all demonstrations that have the potential for violence, whose protesters promise peace, there is always one person who benefits from inciting the violence.  They enjoy someone getting hurt, so long as it is not themselves. 

The crowd becomes erratic.  The police try to keep the protesters and observers in order but the situation becomes uncontrollable.  People get knocked over and scream.  Rioting ensues.


EXT. BURIAL GROUND   DAY

Many mourners say goodbye to Violet as her coffin is being lowered into the ground.  Brent is heartbroken.  Luzy-Ann is dazed. 

LAKE (V.O.)
Father did not last long after.  They were flower children to the core, like two buds on the same stem, Siamese, joined at the heart.

Lake stands alone at her father's grave.  He is buried beside Violet.

INT. BEDROOM   EVENING

Luzy-Ann is feverish in bed.  She is tossing and mumbling incoherently.  Aunt Tatem is wringing wet towels into a bowel and placing them on her head.

LAKE (V.O.)
(continuing)
That winter, my sister grew deathly ill.  It was as if she knew that her only protectors in the world were gone and she was alone to defend herself against the bigotry of an overwhelming town.  In youth, the town was the world.


INT. LIVING ROOM   DAY

LAKE (V.O.)
When Luz got better, she seemed to forget everything.  Completely.

Lake has just come home from a protest against the oil companies that want to drill in Alaska.

Luzy-Ann comes into the living room. 

LUZY-ANN
Promise you won't do it again?

LAKE
No.

LUZY-ANN
It's unpatriotic protesting against your government.

LAKE
What I did wasn't unpatriotic.

She goes to the kitchen to get some food.  Luzy-Ann follows her.


INT. KITCHEN   DAY

LUZY-ANN
You can't show that you're against the government.

LAKE
Newsflash, Luzee, this is a democracy. Or do you not remember your own protests?

LUZY-ANN
(getting a drink from the refrigerator)
I remember, only there are some things one cannot protest.

LAKE
Like the things you don't believe in?
(looks for something in the fridge to eat)
Do you know the true hallmark of a hypocrite?  Their ability to rationalize everything.  Because that's the only way they can continue to believe in their moral integrity.  Otherwise, they'd see themselves as a hypocrite, and then they wouldn't be as big a hypocrite as they were when they actually believed in themselves.

LUZY-ANN
Do you know what's your problem?  You don't care!

LAKE
I care enough to leave people alone when it matters.  You don't need to protest everything.

LUZY-ANN
You don't care enough to fight for what you believe in.

LAKE
I care enough not to fight for things that I don't need people to believe in. 


AUNT TATEM DIES

INT. BEDROOM   EVENING

Aunt Tatem is lying in bed.  She is very ill.  Luzy-Ann is by her side. 

LAKE (V.O.)
My Aunt died shortly after my parents.  Her final admonition to my sister was to look after me.  Given everything, I really wished my sister did not take so much to heart what my Aunt advised. 

AUNT TATEM
When I'm gone, mind you take care of your sister.  Her faith will be shaken more than once, I fear.  She's a skeptic. 

LAKE (V.O.)
And she rolled the word out in such malignant tones of fear that my sister's heart quaked for what might befall my soul lest I waver.  And waver I did.  More than once.


GETTING DRESSED FOR A DATE

INT. BATHROOM   EVENING

Lake is getting ready for a date.  She is combing her hair in front of the mirror.  Luzy-Ann is standing in the doorway, commenting and busybodying about Lake's dress.

LUZY-ANN
Are you sure you want to wear such a short skirt?  Isn't this your first date?

LAKE
It's closer to the knee than the crotch.

LUZY-ANN
Who's this you're going out with anyway?  I haven't seen him at church.

LAKE
He goes to First Presbyterian church.  I accept all god's peoples.

LUZY-ANN
There's something to be said for not being too accepting, Lake. 

Luzy-Ann reaches on the counter for Lake's lip gloss. 

LUZY-ANN
What shade is this?  You should try something subtler for a while until you get to know the boy. 

As Luzy-Ann leans over, she sees something in the waste basket. 
LUZY-ANN
What is this?  (leans over) 

She reaches in and pulls something out.  Her eyes widen in disbelief.  She slowly holds up a tampon wrapper.

LAKE
An applicator. 
(incredulous)
Do you really not know?

LUZY-ANN
(trembling)
What did you do?

LAKE
(defensively)
What do you mean?

LUZY-ANN
What did you do with it?

LAKE
(tauntingly)
I plugged myself with it.

LUZY-ANN
(disbelief)
You what?

LAKE
I plugged myself with a tampon. 

LUZY-ANN
You--how--

LAKE
(matter-of-factly)
I've got my monthlies, and I'm wearing a thong.

LUZY-ANN
You're wearing a what?

LAKE
A thong.

LUZY-ANN
You know I don't approve of your wearing them things.

LAKE
Why not, because they shimmee up your butt and lord forbid you recognize the existence of your ass, much less your asshole.  And that would lead to acknowledging homosexuals and their "peculiar" sex habits, now wouldn't it?

LUZY-ANN
Who taught you this?

LAKE
Taught me what?

LUZY-ANN
How to use a tampon?

LAKE
You need teaching?  They practically show you in the commercials.  All the girls use them.

LUZY-ANN
All the girls aren't going to heaven.

LUZY-ANN
If you didn't use a thong, you wouldn't need to wear a tampon.  They go hand in hand.  And are the devil's handiwork. 

LAKE
(resignedly)
Panty lines.  Can't show them. 

LUZY-ANN
If you wouldn't go hog wild on the chocolate and pizza.

LAKE
Are you afraid I'm going to lose my virginity by using a tampon?

LUZY-ANN
Well, it's something to think about, isn't it?

LAKE
                                    You are--perverted.

LUZY-ANN
I just don't want you letting any men use you, that's all.

LAKE
Men, or a tampon?  Besides, with you around, who dares?  I have to go around begging them to "use me, ple-ease use me."

LUZY-ANN
(dead serious)
Take it out.

LAKE
I'm gone. 
(walks to the front door)

Luzy-Ann follows Lake.

LUZY-ANN
(desperate)
Sis, take it out, please--
(close to tears)
You're desecrating your temple.  You don't know what you're doing to yourself, leaving something like that in you!
(points commandingly)
I want you to take that out, now.

LAKE
I'm late.
(disbelief and not knowing whether to be outraged or laugh) 
Tell me, Luzy-Ann, do you ever accidentally touch yourself when you're wiping yourself after you pee, or is that why the toilet paper roll runs out so fast? 

LUZY-ANN
I did not deserve that!  You apologize right now!

LAKE
I'm sorry, sister dear, what I meant to say was: do you ever touch yourself when you're bathing, or is that what the back scratcher is for?

LUZY-ANN
You cannot put something like that in you.

LAKE
I thought I just did.  At lease it felt (emphasis) like it.

LUZY-ANN
It's reserved for holier things and you are permanently desecrating your temple.

LAKE
(daringly)
You take it out, then.

Luzy-Ann walks determinedly to Lake, who is standing close to the front door.

LAKE
Oh. My God. 

Lake makes a move to run.  Luzy-Ann grabs her and they fall to the ground.

LUZY-ANN
Unh!  This is for your own good.

They tussle on the ground while Luzy-Ann tries to pull down her sister's panties.  Unexpectedly, Lake's date comes to the open door. 

DATE
Wow.  Girl on girl action.  Sisters too.  Can I call the guys to watch?

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The Sectarian: Luzy-Ann Protests With the Klan


PROTEST WITH THE KLAN

INT. CITY HALL   DAY

Luzy-Ann is standing in line to apply for a license to protest in Elderberry Park.  She is president of the Pro-Life chapter in town. 

LAKE (V.O.)
Because of my sister's lack of attention from the opposite sex, they were inscrutable to her, and the more she did not understand them, the more she pretended to.

A white supremacist stands in line after Luzy-Ann.

SKINHEAD
(gruff, scratchy voice)
Hey there, little lady. 

LUZY-ANN
(turns around)
Uh, huh, hi.

SKINHEAD
I noticed you petitioning to hold a protest for the killers of the unborn at the park.

LUZY-ANN
(perks up)
Exactly.  We must protect God's most defenseless children.

SKINHEAD
Well, you know, the Kla-, I mean, the Nation of the White Man's Independence is petitioning for the same day as you. 

LUZY-ANN
Oh, well, may the best man, or woman, or unborn child win, ha, ha.

SKINHEAD
(smiling flirtatiously)
You know, maybe it doesn't have to get to that at all.  You know, there's plenty of space in the public park. Maybe we can share.

Luzy-Ann, who is not accustomed to so much attention from a man, smiles uncertainly.

LUZY-ANN
(unsure)
I don't know.

SKINHEAD
Come-on.  It'll be fun.  Both of our people fighting for the same cause.

LUZY-ANN
The same cause?

SKINHEAD
Sure.


ARE YOU CRAZY, LUZY-ANN?

INT. CAFETERIA   NOON

Luzy-Ann is buying lunch with her friend, Mary-Ann.  She is trying to tell her fellow abortion protester her plans to hold the protest in conjunction with the white supremacists.  Mary-Ann is counting her change and not paying attention. 

MARY-ANN
(gleefully)
Ooh, he gave me ten dollars too much!

LUZY-ANN
(righteously)
You shouldn't look so gleeful.  Aren't you going back?

MARY-ANN
No, it's paying for your lunch, tomorrow.  Remember the time when you ordered out and when you got home you realized they gave you seventy-five cents too much?  Did you go back?

LUZY-ANN
Of course not.  The place was over five miles away and not worth my time.  Besides, it wasn't my fault.

MARY-ANN
What's your threshold level then, to make it worth you while?

LUZY-ANN
(indignant)
Would you listen?  The protest is day after tomorrow and we haven't even half organized. 

They walk to a table while Luzy-Ann continues to explain to Mary-Ann the joint protest of the anti-abortioners and the Klan. 

MARY-ANN
(exclaims)
Luzy-Ann, are you pea-picking nuts?  They're the Klan. 

People look up from their lunch and try to listen in.

LUZY-ANN
(lowering voice)
The Klan doesn't exist anymore Mary-Ann.  They're not really as bad as people cook them up to be.

Mary-Ann groans.

LUZY-ANN
(continuing)
After all.  They're a lot like you and me.

MARY-ANN
(shaking head woefully)
Oh, no.

LUZY-ANN
All they want is the freedom to assemble peaceably, with people of their own choosing.  So what that they prefer their own kind?  If you saw blacks hanging out with only themselves, as indeed you do see in the ghetto, no one would cry segregation now, would they?  And that's exactly what we would prefer, wouldn't we Mary-Ann?  Wouldn't you rather pray with a good Catholic than a Baptist?

MARY-ANN
(trying to control her emotions)
Listen to me, Luzy-Ann.  No one's gonna' come.  I'm not going to come.  I wouldn't be caught dead.  My parent's would kill me!  Luzee...it's dangerous!

Lake walks by and overhears.

LAKE
(curiously)
What's dangerous?

MARY-ANN
Luzy-Ann agreed to hold our abortion protest with the Klan.

LAKE
(almost shouting)
Are you crazy?  Mom and Dad are going to kill you when they find out!

LUZY-ANN
Who's going to tell them?

LAKE
I am!  To stop you from hurting yourself and anyone who might be foolish enough to join you.  Luz, you, you ...Ugh!...
walks away.


LUZY-ANN
(calling after Lake)
Why are you blaming slavery on me?  I'm not even white!  You put my kind in labor camps just so you could build your choo-choos!


YOU'RE GROUNDED

INT. KITCHEN   EVENING

The table is set for dinner.  Luzy-Ann is trying to get Lake to keep her mouth shut about the protest. 

LUZY-ANN
(almost whisper)
You'd better not tell.

LAKE
(louder whisper)
Why not? 

LUZY-ANN
Because I'll tell them about how you snuck out of Sunday school to meet Johnny-Lee. 

LAKE
Go right ahead.  They know anyway.  We ran into Mom bringing the plates for the church potluck while we were sneaking out.  She told us to have a good time.

LUZY-ANN
(warning tone)
Lake...
LAKE
You'll thank me for this someday.

The family sits down to dinner in the kitchen.  Aunt Tatem hobbles in slowly. 

LUZY-ANN
Mother, there's going to be an abortion protest this Saturday at the park.

VIOLET
(raising her utensils)
Remember to be careful.

LUZY-ANN
Oh, I will.  Seeing as it's going to be real crowded.

VIOLET
Oh, were you able to round up more friends this time?

LUZY-ANN
Well, in a manner of speaking, Mama.

LAKE
(blurts out)
She's marching with the Klan!

VIOLET
What! Luz!

LUZY-ANN
Well, they were petitioning for the same time as we were, and instead of risking not being able to protest...I'd thought you'd like the compromise.  You're always saying we can't have everything perfect.

VIOLET
(still holding her knife and fork frozen)
This is not a slight imperfection.  This is dreadful.

LAKE
Disastrous, I'd say.

Luzy-Ann glares at Lake.

LAKE
(uncowed)
Tell them your brilliant rationalization of how it's okay to march with the Klan.

BRENT
(decisively)
I don't want to hear it.  You're not going.  You might as well call it off.  If any of your friends have even half as much sense as you as you seem to lack, they won't show.  Not after I call their parents.

LUZY-ANN
Yes, they will. 

LAKE
No, they won't.  Mary-Ann's not coming.

LUZY-ANN
Would you shut up, you little
(pause trying to find the right word)
snit!  Why are you always trying to sabotage my plans?  Why don't you support me in anything, any of you? 
(looking around the table)

VIOLET
(trying to calm Luzy-Ann)
We support you honey, but not in doing something you'll regret for the rest of your life, that's dangerous besides. 

LUZY-ANN
What makes you jump to conclusions that they'll automatically start burning crosses again?  They're not the Klan.  They just want to assemble peaceably with their own kind.

LAKE
Of all people, Luzy, I think you'd be most offended by them.

LUZY-ANN
I'm not.  They're nice.  And, and (emphasis) they like me.

All of them look at Luzy-Ann with fear and terror, except Aunt Tatem.

AUNT TATEM
Why not let her go? You always preach tolerance.

VIOLET
They're not about tolerance.  Anything but tolerance. 

BRENT
You're not going Luz.  You'll stay in your room where we can watch you Saturday. 

LUZY-ANN
But what'll the others say when I'm not there! 

VIOLET
There won't be any others.  We're calling their parents.

LUZY-ANN
You can't!  How dare you!  I'm not a child.  You can't just bulldoze me into my room whenever you want.  I'm a person.  I'm an adult.

BRENT
You're sixteen and you don't know what this world is like.

LUZY-ANN
Don't know?  Don’t know?  People stare at me on a daily basis.  At least twice in the morning and four times at night.  I can't go anywhere without being reminded of who I am, or rather, what I'm not!  These people.  They accept me.  They asked me to join them.  No one else does, except when they need a token non-white!  Why won't you let me make some real friends for once!

Luzy-Ann runs into her room and slams the door.

LAKE
Maybe you should start locking her up now. 


LUZY-ANN SNEAKS TO THE PROTEST WITH THE KLAN ANYWAY



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The Sectarian Part IV: Luzy-Ann Goes to Confession, A Case of Too Much Information


CONFESSION: IMPURE THOUGHTS

INT. CHURCH CONFESSIONAL ROOM   AFTERNOON

Luzy-Ann enters the confessional.  She kneels behind the screen.  Father Denton is already sitting behind the screen. 

FATHER DENTON
Good afternoon, Luzy-Ann.

LUZY-ANN
Uh, ha, good afternoon, Father.

FATHER DENTON
Would you like to take a seat beside me Luzy-Ann?

Luzy-Ann peers over to the side and sees the empty seat.

LUZY-ANN
Ah, no, not today, Father.

FATHER DENTON
As you wish, Luzy-Ann.  May the Lord bless this confession you are about to make. 
(signs the cross)
You may begin.

LUZY-ANN
Amen. 
(clears throat)
Bless me Father, for I have sinned.  It has been three weeks since my last confession.  Here are my sins. 

I grew impatient with my family, my mother and father, and of course, my sister, several times this week.
I spoke uncharitably about a friend earlier this week. 
I had um, ba-ad thoughts two weeks ago, Thursday before last.  I neglected to say my evening prayers, I was so sleepy but then I woke up in the middle of the night and made up for it.

FATHER DENTON
Let's go back to Thursday before last, shall we, Luzy-Ann?

LUZY-ANN
What?

FATHER DENTON
Let's go back to when you had your bad thoughts.

LUZY-ANN
Uh, when was that, Father?

FATHER DENTON
The Thursday before last.

LUZY-ANN
What about it?

FATHER DENTON
What were your bad thoughts, Luzy-Ann?

LUZY-ANN
Well, they weren't bad, exactly.

FATHER DENTON
What were they?

LUZY-ANN
They were,--
(blurts out)
I had impure thoughts!

Silence.

FATHER DENTON
We all have impure thoughts, Luzy-Ann.

LUZY-ANN
We do?  I mean, you do, Father?

FATHER DENTON
Well, yes, sometimes.  It makes us human.

Luzy-Ann gets excited.  She is almost salivating.

LUZY-ANN
(fluttering heart)
What are your thoughts like, Father?

FATHER DENTON
I am not in confession, Luzy-Ann.

LUZY-ANN
Oh!  Of course, Father.
It well, my thoughts,--
(sighs)
It all starts when my friends start talking about their boyfriends or the boys they'd like to be their boyfriends.
(pause)

FATHER DENTON
And.

LUZY-ANN
And I start warning them not to do anything, well, sinful, and then naturally, I start to worry about them and so, after mulling over these bad things that they might do, my mind starts to wonder, and, and I start having impure thoughts of my own.

FATHER DENTON
What kind?

LUZY-ANN
(eyes widen)
Well, the usual, Father.

FATHER DENTON
(clinically)
What's the usual for you, Luzy-Ann?

LUZY-ANN
Uh, the usual thoughts a girl of my age has...

FATHER DENTON
Such as,--

LUZY-ANN
I-I don't know if I can tell you Father, and face you again, I mean.  Does God really want to know the details?  Can't he read between the lines in my mind from here on out?

FATHER DENTON
Of course, Luzy-Ann, but to be fully repentant and receive the forgiveness of God, we must make a full confession and fully bare our soul to him.

LUZY-ANN
Oh!  I know.  It's just.  Well, I think about you know, making love, of course I'm married in my daydreams!  So it's all not sinful and all.  And of course, we're not using contraceptives or anything.  And it's dark so... Father?

FATHER DENTON
Yes.
(pause)
Do you have any other impure thoughts?

LUZY-ANN
No-o.

FATHER DENTON
(imitates her)
No-o?

LUZY-ANN
No-o.
(long pause)
They're not exactly impure thoughts.

FATHER DENTON
Have you done anything?

LUZY-ANN
What?  Oh, my God, I mean, oh my goodness, no.  It's just, sighs, I've done some impure acts. 

FATHER DENTON
What kind?

LUZY-ANN
I haven't had sex or anything!  I've just thought about that, when I'm married of course. 

FATHER DENTON
What kind of impure acts have you done, Luzy-Ann?

LUZY-ANN
None!  Well, not with anybody.

FATHER DENTON
With yourself?

LUZY-ANN
Not, exactly.  I mean, it doesn't count if you
(pause)
T-touch yourself outside your clothes, does it?

FATHER DENTON
The intent is there.  If you do it in your heart--

LUZY-ANN
But I didn't do it, not inside my underwear at least.
(rebelliously)
And Father, really, if I think about killing my neighbor but don't actually do it, it can't be as bad, can it?

FATHER DENTON
But you did it, Luzy-Ann.

LUZY-ANN
I know, but I never really touched myself.  I touched my underwear!

FATHER DENTON
For your penance, why don't you say two our Fathers and three Hail Mary's? 

LUZY-ANN
Yes, Father.

FATHER DENTON
You may say the Act of Contrition now.

LUZY-ANN
Yes, Father.  Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for all the sins that I have committed, against you and against... 

Father Denton starts mumbling and signs the cross behind the screen.

FATHER DENTON
You may go now and may the Holy Spirit help you to sin no more.

LUZY-ANN
Amen.  Thank you Father.
Oh, Father, it's okay isn't it?

FATHER DENTON
Yes, Luzy-Ann.  Your sins are forgiven. 

LUZY-ANN
(nervously)
And-and you won't tell anybody?

FATHER DENTON
Your sins are safe with me, Luzy-Ann.

LUZY-ANN
And, and you don't think less of me?

FATHER DENTON
More.

LUZY-ANN
(puzzled, startled)
Oh! okay, have a good day, Father.

FATHER DENTON
Same to you, Luzy-Ann.  Others are waiting.

LUZY-ANN
Of course!  How thoughtless of me.

Luzy-Ann begins to get up off her knees.  She stops.

LUZY-ANN
Oh, Father?

FATHER DENTON
Yes, Luzy-Ann.

LUZY-ANN
Was that three Our Fathers and two Hail Mary's or three Hail Mary's and two Our Fathers?

FATHER DENTON
What's the difference? 

LUZY-ANN
Oh! I meant--

FATHER DENTON
Two Our Fathers and Three Hail Mary's, I think. 

LUZY-ANN
Thank you again, Father.  You made me feel much better, as if, as if my spirit's really cleansed now. 

Luzy-Ann rapidly leaves the confessional.


PROTEST WITH THE KLAN