Alaskan Field Trip

Int. Hospital
Evening (close to midnight)
Wind howling



Act 1

Russell Peacock is standing on the shore of Dutch Harbor screaming obceneties to the crab boat fisherman as they head out to sea.

Tim Godfrey – Peacock…You crazy son-of-a-bitch. You’re gonna get killed or worse.

Russell Peacock – Crabbing is for pussies…my grandmother gets more crab with her eyes closed in her own bathtub.

Russell Peacock – Crab boats are for uneducated morons and opera fans. I bet you like
musicals because you’re not real men. You’re soft, that’s what you
are you’re soft. Soft and stupid and melted.

Tim Godfrey – Starts to run and trips on some rocks that are now slippery and cuts his leg
open so bad he just collapses.



Act 2

One of the crab boats begins to turn around while the Peacock is still yelling out at the boats. The stupid ass doesn’t realize this particular boat used to be a whaler and still had a fully functioning industrial strength whale harpoon complete with its own turit and a nut at the helm who doesn’t take shit from anyone especially someone like the Peacock.


Crab Boat – Doesn’t say a word, just slowly aims that big ass harpoon right at the
Peacock…fires the harpoon…the Peacock ducks…the harpoon barley
making contact with the Peacock’s head…gives the Peacock an
un-welcomed mohawk…then proceeds to cut tim’s head off.

Russell Peacock – (mumbling to himself) – I knew it…I knew it…I knew I should
have voted for john McCain and Sarah Palin. I could have fought back
with an elephant gun just like David Lee Roth would.


To be continued...