First one for a while. Bit of an odd (potentially unfunny) one so thoughts and crits would be most appreciated.
Thanks in advance.
Bo.
INT. DAY - UNIVERSITY RESEARCH LAB
A CLUTTERED LAB AREA. FRUIT BOXES AND PILES OF VARIOUS VEGETABLES LITTER THE AREA.THE DEAN OF THE UNIVERSITY IS DELIVERING SOME BAD NEWS TO PROFESSOR CARTWRIGHT.
THE DEAN
There's nothing I can do Professor Cartwright. Without seeing some progress this faculty cannot continue funding your... research.
CARTWRIGHT
I just need some more time, sir.
THE DEAN
I think we've been very patient... considering you've kept us in the dark about exactly what it is you are up to in here.
THE DEAN PICKS UP A CABBAGE. TOSSES IT ACROSS THE ROOM.
CARTWRIGHT
I'm very close. Please! I just need to iron out a few minor... wrinkles.
THE DEAN HEADS FOR THE DOOR.
THE DEAN
No, I'm sorry. Unless you can convince me otherwise then I'm closing you down.
CARTWRIGHT
Alright! I'll tell you what I've been researching.
THE DEAN STOPS, TURNS, WAITS EXPECTANTLY.
CARTWRIGHT
I have built a machine that translates the thoughts and emotions of fruit and vegetables into English.
THE DEAN
I'm not in the mood for jokes, Cartwright.
CARTWRIGHT
It's not a joke. I have the prototype here.
CARTWRIGHT PUSHES AWAY A PILE OF BRUSSEL SPROUTS TO REVEAL A SMALL RADIO RECEIVER-TYPE MACHINE. THE DEAN LOOKS AT IT, UNCONVINCED.
THE DEAN
Show me it working.
CARTWRIGHT
I'd really rather not, if you don't mind. You see--
THE DEAN
I knew it! This isn't research - it's a compost heap in the making! Consider this program finished.
CARTWRIGHT
Okay! Okay! I'll show you.
THE PROFESSOR HESITANTLY TAKES A LARGE POTATO FROM A NEARBY BAG.
THE DEAN
Are those good for baking? The least I can do is get my lunch out of this expensive shambles.
THE DEAN TAKES A POTATO AND PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET.
THE PROFESSOR WHIMPERS AUDIBLY. HE TAKES A NEEDLE-LIKE PROBE CONNECTED TO THE MACHINE BY A WIRE. HE PAUSES.
THE DEAN CHECKS HIS WATCH.
THE DEAN
Today would be good, Cartwright.
THE PROFESSOR INSERTS THE PROBE INTO THE POTATO. HE INSERTS ANOTHER. THEN ANOTHER UNTIL HE IS INSERTING PROBES IN A SOBBING FRENZY. FINALLY HE STOPS, EXHAUSTED.
THE DEAN
Now what?
CARTWRIGHT
I switch on the machine.
THE MACHINE CRACKLES AND POPS. SUDDENLY AN EAR BURSTING, BLOOD CURDLING SHRIEK FILLS THE AIR.
POTATO/MACHINE
AAAAARRRRGGGHHH! THE PAIN! THE SEARING, STABBING PAIN! MAKE IT STOP! HAVE MERCY! AAAAARRRGGGHHHH!
THE DEAN
What's happening to it?
CARTWRIGHT
Same thing as all the rest. It seems they feel pain quite acutely and the probes are... somewhat invasive.
POTATO/MACHINE
AAARGHHH! FUCK ME, BUT IT BURNS! Ohhhhh... (CROAK)
THE DEAN
Well, for Christ sake, take then out, man! Hurry.
CARTWRIGHT
It won't do any good. It's a goner.
POTATO/MACHINE
...Ohhhh... (CROAK) ...cold...feel so cold... (COUGH) ...looks like this it, old son... no sprouting for you... (COUGH, SPLUTTER) ...can't complain, I suppose - it's been a good enough life... (COUGH) ...I remember the good old days when--
CLICK. THE PROFESSOR SWITCHES OFF THE MACHINE.
CARTWRIGHT
It'll go on like that for a while - they tend to get a bit maudlin just before the end.
THE DEAN LOOKS HORRIFIED.
THE DEAN
I can't believe it.
CARTWRIGHT
And potatoes are positively stoic compared to some. You should hear the mangoes... whining bastards.
THE DEAN TAKES THE POTATO FROM HIS POCKET. HE LOOKS AT IT. HE CAREFULLY PLACES IT BACK INTO THE BAG.
END