Don't give a skit
I'm not sure how I feel about this one....[Scene- Kitchen. Woman sits down before a breakfast of eggs, coffee, toast. She picks up the coffee and lifts it to her lips.]
Off-screen Male Voice: Are you sure you want to do that, Gail?
[Gail glances worriedly off-screen to where the voice is supposed to be coming from. She looks down at the cup questioningly. Slowly, she puts it back on the table. Gail picks up knife and fork and is about to eat the eggs.]
Voice: Yeah. That's right. Tuck in, Abagail Richardson.
[Cut to- Grim Reaper sitting on the kitchen counter.]
GR: Yum yum!
[Cut to- Gail looks down at plate. Frowns in frustration. Picks up toast and heads out the door.]
[Cut to- Car interior. POV from passenger seat.]
GR: (offscreen) Going pretty fast, aren't we?
[Gail looks in her rear-view mirror.]
[Cut to- GR lounging in the back seat.]
[Cut to- front seat again. Gail begins to look panicked. She runs her hand absently over the seat belt.]
G: Am- Am I going to die today?
GR: Could be. Could be.
G: When?
GR: Oh, I can't say. That would ruin the surprise. It might not happen today at all. I wouldn't worry about it. I mean there's not much you can do about it, is there?
G: No, I- I suppose not.
GR: There you go. Say, you sure you want to take 5th? It's a very busy street.
[Cut to- Office. Gail at her desk. Phone rings.]
G: Hello! Gail, here. 8:30? Tomorrow. Not a problem. I'll be there. Ok. Bye.
[Cut to- GR sitting on the floor behind Gail, leaning against a wall. He's playing with his scythe.]
GR: (singing) Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be...
G: Don't you have somewhere else to be?
GR: Nah, most of this stuff doesn't need supervision.
[Cut to- Washroom, outside two stalls. Gail in one, Reaper in other.]
GR: Bo-ring!
[Cut to- G's bedroom. Gail is in bed sleeping. GR is seated at her desk. He riffles through a pile of books and picks up a Dickinson collection.]
[Cut to- Car interior, Gail is driving along.]
G: (desperate) Why are you still following me?!
GR: You know I can't answer that, Gail.
[G turns around in her seat.]
G: (crazy) What the heck is going on?
[Suddenly, there's a loud bump and Gail stops the car.]
[Cut to- GR gets up and open the car door to get out.]
GR: Bingo! Right on time. Thanks, Gail. Catch ya later.
[Cut to- car exterior. There's a body lying draped on the hood. GR is nowhere to be seen. Gail exits her car.]
G: He's dead! Oh yeah! He's dead! (starts dancing)
[Cut to- Newspaper headline. "Death Penalty for Remorseless Murderer"]
Fin.
| Posted by vinny9 on August 8, 2003 with category tags of Skit |
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