INEVITABLE AND WITHOUT PREJUDICE

by Richard Pettifer

Short Film
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Description: An man and his son have sexual fantasies at a family dinner. An absurd look at family ritual. Length: 6 Minutes

INEVITABLE AND WITHOUT PREJUDICE


Written by
 
R. Pettifer


Richard Pettifer
(03) 9329 0710
[email protected]
INEVITABLE AND WITHOUT PREJUDICE

FADE IN:

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

A middle class man and lady sit eating dinner with their son. They simply eat, they do not do anything else. The room is a standard Australian living room – There is a framed Kevin 07 T-shirt on the wall and everything is made of wood.

MOTHER
My vagina is itchy.

FATHER
Please don’t talk about your vagina this evening love.

SON
Yeah!

MOTHER
But it’s really itchy, sweetheart.

SON
(with angst)
I don’t care!

FATHER
I’m afraid there’s simply nothing we can do about it for now. We’ll wait until we’ve finished dinner, and then we’ll sort out your vagina problem.

The son picks at his dinner. He’s lost his appetite because of the conversation about his mother’s vagina. The mother shifts uncomfortably.

MOTHER
Eat your peas, love.

SON
I hate this family!

The father puts down his knife and fork. He leaves the room. The son stares down at the table. The father returns with a massive axe. He hangs it up on the wall behind him. He gives the son a pointed look. Then he returns to his dinner.

A man comes in. It is a politician.
 
POLITICIAN
Excuse me. Is this the conference?

FATHER
(smiling politely)
No, this is a family dinner.

POLITICIAN
Oh.

The politician loiters awkwardly. The Father feels as if he is supposed to make some sort of social gesture towards the man.

FATHER
Won’t you sit down?

POLITICIAN
I can’t, unfortunately. My leg suffered from a terrible accident during the second world war. I was fighting in the 51st division of the light cavalry. Do you know it?

FATHER
Is that General Richardson’s division?

POLITICIAN
No, that’s the 33rd division.

The son begins making his headless chicken on his plate dance. The chicken dances slowly, seductively, erotically. It moves as if it were a prostitute on drugs, a little too swiftly, a little awkwardly and without the proper amount of seduction.

The other members of the table watch this seduction. The mother appears to be slightly aroused by it. It is a magical moment of fantasy.

And then the son rips off the back of the chicken and eats it with his fingers.

POLITICIAN
What was I saying?

MOTHER
You were saying something about a conference.

POLITICIAN
Oh yes. I am due at a conference in South Kensington Railway station. Do you know where it is?

The mother and father look at each other.

FATHER
Do you know, I haven’t the slightest idea? How about you, Amanda?

MOTHER
Do you know, I haven’t the slightest idea.

FATHER
We haven’t the slightest idea, I’m afraid. And please, will you excuse my wife? Her vagina is, how would you say, a little up for the scratchey-scratchey.

POLITICIAN
Well, I have completed my masters in radiology if that’s any help.

The father reaches behind him and pulls the axe off the wall. He gives it to the Politician.

FATHER
Here you are then.

POLITICIAN
I’m terribly sorry, I’m afraid I’m not sure quite what to do with this.

FATHER
(after a time)
Which battalion did you say you served in?

POLITICIAN
The 51st.

FATHER
Ah yes. (putting the axe back in place) They saw plenty of action, I believe.

POLITICIAN
Yes, that is true. I was not yet 19 at the time. I was forced to enlist by my parents, who felt I would be better educated in the military than at home with them or in the education system. The voyage to Galipolli lasted 5 weeks by boat, and then three days trekking overland. 30 per-cent of my brothers dies in the voyage of infectious diseases, most of them of a sexual nature. I arrived at base camp at the time of a particularly savage attack by the Turks, who were a most feared and respected foe. I was shot in the leg within twelve minutes of my arrival, and was declared unfit for duty by the medic on duty at the time, Rogers I think his name was, and promptly sent home the next day. And that is how I became a Politician.

FATHER
Lest we forget.

He crosses himself and gets down on one knee to prey. They all follow suit and say silent prayers. The son does so with reluctance. However, whilst preying, the man suddenly becomes very attracted to his wife. He can’t stop looking at her. He is driven wild with desire. His eyes undress her. He begins to sweat.

FATHER
Enough!

MOTHER
Lest we forget.

SON
(mumbling)
Les ee f-ger.

The regain interest in the meal, all except the father, who is now watching his wife eat with erotic intent. He watches her putting the chicken in her mouth, and it brings tears to his eyes.

SON
I got A+++ at school today.


FATHER
(still hypnotized)
Oh, yes.

POLITICIAN
Well done! It’s marvelous to know our future is in bright hands!

SON
Yeah, I guess it is, huh.

The father is still looking at the mother with erotic intent.

SON
Tomorrow I have a maths test. It’s on Geometry.

POLITICIAN
(with a strange and unnatural enthusiasm)
Not my area, I’m afraid!

SON
Not mine either. Luckily my teacher lets us listen to our IPods during tests, and I’ve recorded all of the answers on the audio. So I’m sure to go well.

The son pulls out a PSP and starts playing. The politician hovers awkwardly. The Father stares at his wife. The wife stares off nonchalantly as she eats.

MOTHER
I’ll take the plates, shall I?

FATHER
Lovely.

POLITICIAN
I suppose I should be heading off to my conference.

FATHER
Won’t you stay? I have some drugs I brought back from my journey to Peru. I was saving them for a special occasion, however, I am willing to make an exception on this one important instance.

POLITICIAN
I thank you dearly and without reservation.

The father pulls out some Marijuana and begins expertly rolling a phat spliff. The Politician moves into the room and occupies a position in front of the television.

FATHER
So how’s the wife?

POLITICIAN
Oh, her leukemia got the better of her I’m afraid.

FATHER
Oh, when was that?

POLITICIAN
Tuesday, I believe.

FATHER
Oh, yes.

The son just dies on whatever game he is playing on the PSP. He lets out a frustrated and annoyed curse. The mother takes some more plates.

CUT TO:

EXT GRAVEYARD – LATE EVENING

The Politician is laying flowers at his wife’s graveyard. He becomes aware of someone watching him. He goes out into the nearby woods to investigate.

POLITICIAN
Hello?

Something comes out of the bushes and grabs him. He struggles but there is no way out.

CUT TO:

EXT GRAVEYARD – MORNING

The graveyard is empty except for the mover doing the rounds of the tombstones.

POLITICIAN (V.O)
It’s marvelous to know our future is in bright hands!

The Graveyard Maintenance Fellow turns off his mower and surveys the graveyard. All is quiet.


FADE TO BLACK.

THE END
This script is subject to Australian Copyright Laws, which protect all documents where authorship can be proven. Any unauthorized copying, plagiarism, adaptation, or distribution without consulting the owner is illegal and will not be tolerated.

©  Richard Pettifer 2007

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© Richard Pettifer 2007 This script is subject to Australian Copyright Laws, which protect all documents where authorship can be proven. Any unauthorized copying, plagiarism, adaptation, or distribution without consulting the owner is illegal and will not be tolerated.

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