
FADE IN:
INT. BUILDING & LOAN BLDG – DAY
GEORGE stands menacingly over UNCLE BILLY who slumps in an office chair badly in need of oiling. POTTER rolls his wheelchair up to Uncle Bill and swings the squealing office chair toward him.
POTTER
Where’s the money, Uncle Billy?
UNCLE BILLY
Yeah. . . Yeah. . . Maybe. . . Maybe. . .
George spins Uncle Billy around to face him, the chair once again squealing like a stuck pig.
GEORGE
Shut the fuck up, Uncle Billy!
Potter swings the pig screaming chair back around to him and leans as close to Uncle Billy’s face as his own physical limitations will allow.
POTTER
Give me the fucking money, Uncle Billy, or
I’ll take what I need from George here.
Uncle Billy closes his eyes and grimaces, not out of fear, but because Potter’s breath is too offensive to tolerate.
UNCLE BILLY
Is he a Nazi, George?
In one motion, George grabs a large pair of SCISSORS from the desk to his right, swings back around to his left and imbeds the blades into Potter’s temple, a jet of blood hitting Uncle Billy square in the face. Potter slides out of the wheelchair like a dead fish and thuds on the floor.
GEORGE
No, Uncle Billy. This man was just Capitalist
grifter. A grifter grifting for more of what
he already had. He had the money all along. I
just needed him to think I blamed you the whole
time. I couldn’t chance letting you in on what
I was doing because you would’ve queered the play.
All I needed was to get him close. And like I
tell all my boys, when you have your man close,
always put one in the brain.
As the camera PANS to the right of George, we see his guardian angel Clarence leaning back on a chair behind the desk from which George took the scissors, his bare feet propped on the desktop.
CLARENCE
Thanks to some quick thinking by George, Uncle
Billy lived to see another day. Oh sure, Uncle
Billy wouldn’t be perfect. Matter of fact, he
would lose the money drop on at least three more
occasions before a stroke would take him. He died
alone, on a weekend when George and his family
were away for a short vacation from Bedford Falls
and its ungrateful citizens. By the time anyone
found Uncle Billy’s body, his pet raven Jimmy had
taken his eyes. But you can’t really blame Jimmy
for that; after all, corvids are scavengers by
nature. Some might even say Uncle Billy deserved
it. But as an angel, I’m bound to forgive and
forget. Truth be told, I owe Uncle Billy a lot.
Clarence leans forward, rings a small DESK BELL in front of him, and smiles as a broad set of luminous WINGS spreads out from his back.
CLARENCE
Because as you can see, in the end, I finally got my wings.
RALPH STANLEY’S rendition of “ANGEL BAND” begins to play as Clarence slowly fades from view like fog in sunshine.
FADE OUT
Kip Knott’s full-length book of poetry, Tragedy, Ecstasy, Doom, and so on, is currently available from Kelsay Books. His second full-length collection, Clean Coal Burn (Kelsay Books), and his chapbook Hinterlands (Close to the Bone Publishers) are both forthcoming in 2021. More of his work may be accessed at kipknott.com.