Script
ANGLE ON THE BOOTHS, FEATURING ROLF

He's sitting in a booth by himself. A couple of booths away, in the
B.G. (to the right of the frame) we can see HARRY and BRAD in another
booth, having coffee and Danish.

INT. SHORT ORDER AREA

                         CUSTOMER (voice)
                 Hey, those aigs comin' Pony Express,
                 or what?

                         WANDA JUNE (flustered)
                 Be right there, sir!	
	                          (over her shoulder)
	         Bill-eee!

BILL AT THE TIME CLOCK	

There are twenty cards or so. Over half of them have those little red stars.	

INT.	BILL

                            BILL (amazed, disgusted)
                  Jesus!

                            WANDA JUNE (crzed voice)
                  Hurry up. Billy!

He starts toward her.

INT.	WANDA JUNE	

The electric knife has worked its way to the edge of the grill. The
blade is pointing at WANDA JUNE. She reaches to get sausages to slap
on the grill. The knife suddenly turns on and saws into her arm.

WANDA JUNE shrieks as blood sprays across the counter. She pushes the
electric knife away exactly as a person would push away a wasp that
has stung them. It falls off the counter onto the floor. This knife, by
the way, is not a plug-in job; it has batteries in the handle.
		
INT.	THE FL00R	

The electric knife hits the floor, turns around twice, erratically.
as if orienting itself, and then begins to chop at WANDA JUNE’S white
waitress shoes.

	
INT. WANDA JUNE	

She’s holding her arm against her chest, smearing her uniform with
blood. As the knife begins to nip at her feet she stumbles backward
...and half-falls onto the hot grill. She screams, and BILL  catches
her, holds her, pulls her away.

                            WANDA JUNE shrieking)
                  IT'S BITING ME! MAKE IT STOP BITING ME!

                            BILL (bewildered)
                  What is?

                            WANDA JUNE
                  That knife! That knife!

As concerned counter-patrons come throuch the partition or lean over
to see what's going on, WANDA JUNE points at:

INT.	THE KNIFE, BILL'S AND WANDA JUNE'S POV	

Just lying there on the floor, turned off. "Who, me?"

INT.	THE GRILL AREA WITH BILL, WANDA JUNE, SOME PARTONS	

	                    2ND PATRON
                   That knife go rabid on you sweet thing?

                             WANDA JUNE (sobbing)
                   It turned itself on.. and it bit me!

                             BRAD
                   Short circuit, maybe.

He bends over. THE CAMERA STAYS WITH HIM. He reaches toward the
knife. The knife turns on, pivots on its white plastic handle, and
saws off one of his fingers just as neat as you please.

He SCREAMS. The knife goes to work on someone's Georgia Giant
workboot.

INT.	BILL AND THE OTHERS	

All of them draw away but BILL. The 1ST PATRON is screaming and
clutching his spouting stump of his finger.

                             WANDA JUNE
                   There it goes again! It’s doing it again!

BILL edges forward. The electric knife spins and buzzes on the floor.

INT.    THE HALL TO HENDERSHOT’S OFFICE	

HENDERSHOT comes out of his office and starts up the hall to the
grill area.      

                             HENDERSHOT (bawling)
                   What-in-the-name-of-sweet-Jesus-Is-
	           going-on-out-there?

INT.    BILL AND THE RABID KNIFE	

He kicks it. Hard. The knife flies against the wall. The battery
cover pops off and the batteries fly out. The knife dies at once.
 

 

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