Spoiled FADE IN: INT. ADELE’S BEDROOM - MID-DAY ADELE, eight years old, prime and proper, sits at a small table morosely playing tea party with various dolls and stuffed toys. Adele’s mother, TRISHA, an upper-middle-class housewife, walks by Adele’s door and stops. She peeps in and watches the girl for a moment before walking in. TRISHA Hey Hun. It’s tea time, I see. Trisha walks over and sits across from the girl at the little table. Adele continues to slowly pretend to pour tea into cups. ADELE Do you want some tea, Mommy? TRISHA Sure. But make mine a Long Island Iced. Adele smile faintly and shakes her head. ADELE Mommy. TRISHA What’s wrong with you? Normally, you love that joke. ADELE I’m just bored. I wish I had something new to play with. TRISHA What’s wrong with that? You just got it two days ago? Trisha points off camera to the other side of the room. ADELE I don’t like it. It’s a gross ol’ boy toy. TRISHA But hun, that’s exactly what you asked for.
Adele looks behind her in the direction Trisha pointed earlier. ADELE I know... But, it smells kinda funny. And it’s so ugly. Adele makes a horrible face before looking at her Mother straight in the eyes with a pleading look. Trisha shakes her head and smiles at her daughter. TRISHA You know I can’t do anything. You’ll have to call your father and ask him. Trisha pulls her cell phone from her pocket and begins to dial. Adele smiles big. ADELE Okay. INT. MOMENTS LATER Trisha gives the cell phone to Adele. ADELE Daddy... I want something new to play with... Trisha is watching Adele, smiling adoringly. ADELE (CONT'D) I know, but it already smells funny. And I just don’t like it as much as I thought I would... I want a girl toy. Trisha shakes her head and looks behind Adele. Adele begins to smile, excited. ADELE (CONT'D) Okay... I will. I promise. Love you. Bye. Trisha looks at Adele as she closes the cell phone and hands it back to her. TRISHA So? What did he say?
He is going to bring me a girl toy
home tonight.
Trisha smiles. Then looks behind Adele again.
TRISHA
Okay. But I want you to clean up
that mess. Do you want to keep any
of that?
Adele shakes her head no.
TRISHA (CONT'D)
Then collect all the pieces and put
them in a pile and I will take of
it later. I gotta run downstairs
and start some laundry now.
Trisha reaches over and caresses her daughters head. Adele is still smiling.
ADELE
Okay, Mommy. Love you.
TRISHA
Love you too, baby.
INT. ADELE’S BEDRROOM - LATER
Adele is again sitting at the little table. It is cleared of
dolls, stuffed animals and play tea sets. Now there is only a
stethoscope and a small box on the table.
Behind Adele, her bed is lumpy and covered with an old, thick
blanket. The blanket seems very out of place in this room.
FRANNIE (O.C.)
Wow, you really have a lot of toys
and stuff here.
DR. BLOCH (O.C.)
Oh yes, we do spoil her a bit but
we firmly believe in developing a
child’s mind. So almost everything
we have is for her edutainment.
The door opens and Adele’s Father, Dr. Robert Bloch, still
dressed in his lab coat and carrying a small box, walks in.
He is followed by a young lady wearing hospital scrubs.
DR. BLOCH (CONT'D) Hey baby. I got you something. Dr. Bloch still holding the small box, gestures beside him to the woman. DR. BLOCH (CONT'D) This is Frannie. She is one of the interns at the hospital. Adele looks up at FRANNIE and smiles. DR. BLOCH (CONT'D) Frannie, this is my daughter. Adele. Frannie approaches the little table and sits across from Adele. FRANNIE Hi Adele. It is very nice to meet you. Adele smiles bigger. ADELE Nice to meet you. You're very pretty. Frannie smiles, blushing a little bit. FRANNIE Thank you. You really are as sweet as your daddy says. Frannie looks down at the stethoscope on the table and reaches toward it. Behind her Dr. Bloch is opening the small box. FRANNIE (CONT'D) So is this just a toy or do you want to be a doctor when you grow up? Behind Frannie, Dr. Bloch has removed a small bottle and a cloth from the box. ADELE Oh, Yes Mam, I do want to be a doctor when I grow up. FRANNIE Just like your Daddy?
Behind Frannie, Dr. Bloch is pouring some of the liquid from
the bottle into the rag.
ADELE
Yes, Just like my daddy.
Dr. Bloch reaches around Frannie’s neck and presses the
cloth against her mouth. Frannie begins to struggle. Trisha
walks in and proceeds toward the bed.
ADELE (CONT'D)
I want to be a Doctor, a Pathologist. A Forensic Pathologist.
Trisha takes the blanket off the bed, revealing the cut up
corpse of a young man. Trisha spreads the blanket on the
floor beside Frannie. Frannie passes out and falls to the floor
landing on the blanket.
ADELE (CONT'D)
Adele looks up at her father, smiling big.
And that takes a lot of practice.
ADELE (CONT'D)
Thank you, Daddy.
DR. BLOCH
Your welcome. Love you bug.
ADELE
Love you too, daddy.
FADE OUT.
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