Fetus Envy
by Melissa Maxwell
Cast:
JUDGE: male, 50's, any ethnicity
WOMAN: white, 30's
PROSECUTOR: white male, 40's
DEFENSE ATTORNEY: white female, 30's-40's
MAN: white, 30's
BAILIFF: black male, 20's-30's
OFFICERS OF THE COURT: male, any ethnicity
PLACE: A court room
TIME: The not too distant future
NOTE: There should be a quick, clipped pace to the entire
scene.
Lights up on a Judge in full robe
behind a bench. A Bailiff stands to his
left. In front of them are two tables:
one for prosecution, one for defense.
The judge hits his gavel once.
Next case.
BAILIFF
(handing Judge a file)
Case number 25984. All present.
Simultaneously, a mousey, non-virile
looking, yet very bombastic man
(prosecutor), in a suit and glasses,
carrying a briefcase, rushes in; while
from the other side two court officers
rush in dragging a handcuffed woman.
Let me go. Will you... Hey! I said. Take your... LET. GO. OF.
ME --
Your Honor, the state would like to bring your attention to--
Order... Order...
Everyone quiets down.
Mr. Richmen. Back again so soon. Alright, let's hear it.
People versus Sturgeon, Your Honor --
There's obviously been some mistake.
OFFICER OF THE COURT
(interjecting)
That's what they all say.
Your Honor, I was in the grocery store, minding my own
business, when these two GOONS came along and abducted me.
Never read me my rights, never even told me what I was
supposedly being charged with. And roughed me up, I might add.
Mr. Richmen?
Murder, Your Honor.
What?!
Murder in the first degree.
That's ridiculous! I didn't kill anybody.
PROSECUTOR
(grandiose, points at woman)
Where were you on Tuesday, June tenth of last year, young
lady?
You're getting ahead of yourself, Mr. Richmen.
Your Honor, I'm innocent. I'm telling you.
Mrs. Sturgeon, you'll have plenty of time to plead your case.
I don't have a case. Like I said --
Mrs. Sturgeon this is a court room, not a rock concert.
Kindly conduct yourself appropriately.
Yes, Your Honor, but --
Here's a hint, Mrs. Sturgeon: only when spoken to.
But Your Honor --
Your parents did teach you that?
Yes, but --
Good. Then not another peep unless otherwise directed. Now,
do you have counsel or would you like one appointed to you?
I don't NEED counsel. Haven't you heard a word I've --
It's a simple yes or no question Mrs. Sturgeon. You either
have counsel or you don't. Unless, of course, you're one of
those whack jobs who insists on representing yourself.
Would SOMEONE PLEASE LISTEN to --
Bailiff!
Officers grab woman.
Hey. Wait. What are you...? No. Don't. Help --
Bailiff removes a roll of duct tape
from his pocket, rips off a large piece
and covers her mouth.
I gave you fair warning, Mrs. Sturgeon, but you insist on
doing things the hard way. Next time I'll hold you in
contempt. Now, let's try this again: Do you have counsel or
will you be representing yourself today?
Woman mumbles, shaking head vigorously.
I'll take that as a no on both counts. * Therefore, an
attorney will be appointed to you.
*Simultaneously, a female lawyer, a la
Gloria Allred (intense, efficient, no
nonsense) enters. She pulls out a large
compact and primps.
No need, Ms. Pierce. No cameras in the court room today.
Shoot! I knew I should have gone with that separation of
church and state case.
I take it you're familiar with the case?
I was only just now assigned it, Your Honor, but having
glanced at the material, I believe I'm prepared to go
forward, as it appears to be a very straightforward case.
Mr. Richmen?
Prosecution is eager to proceed, Your Honor.
Very good then.
Your Honor, my client wishes to plea not guilty by reason of
insanity.
Woman objects, mumbling wildly, but is
completely ignored by everyone.
Objection, Your Honor. Ms. Pierce is up to her usual
shenanigans --
And I object to Mr. Richmen's attempt to besmirch my good
reputation.
C'mon, Barbara. This is your typical bag of tricks.
Sherman, I have a duty to defend my client --
Look, I've got a fiftieth wedding anniversary to attend this
evening for which my wife will kill me if I'm late. So can we
please refrain from the personal attacks and stick to the
matter at hand.
Your Honor, I have written testimony and documentation from
the defendant's psychiatrist that she was on Prozac at the
time the alleged murder took place, clearly indicating that
she was not in the proper state of mind and ultimately not
responsible for --
Oh, please. Your Honor, I'm on Prozac. But you don't see me
running around killing people, do you?
Sustained.
Your Honor!
Sorry counsel. I gotta go with the prosecution on this one.
Half the nation's on Prozac. Heck, I've been on it for the
last three years now. So you're going to have to do better
than that. Alright then, let's move on.
Your Honor, if I may --
Oh, for goodness sake.
I'd like to consult with my client for a moment.
Quit stalling and let's get on with it already.
Thank you for your concerns with time, Mr. Richmen, but I'll
be the judge of that.
(Cracks himself up.) Since counsel has
only now been assigned the case and had no prior contact with
her client, I'll allow it.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Two minutes, Ms. Pierce, and only two minutes. Make good use
of your time.
Thank you. I shall.
Pulls woman aside, removes tape from
her mouth. This is a rapid exchange.
Thank God. These people are crazy.
Laura, listen, it doesn't look good.
I didn't kill anybody.
I've seen the evidence.
Evidence? What are you talking about?
Best we can hope for is a plea bargain.
But I didn't do anything!
Manslaughter. Mandatory sentence ten years.
Whose side are you on, anyway?
If I know Sherman, he'll go for it. But we've got to do it
now if --
Thirty seconds, counsel.
Thank you, Your Honor.
(to woman) Now, as your lawyer, I
strongly suggest you take the deal.
Are you crazy?
Take the deal, Laura. It's the only chance you've --
No. I'm not admitting to something I didn't even do.
If you don't take the deal, I can't guarantee you anything.
Look, I already told you --
This is your last chance.
Time's up.
DEFENSE ATTORNEY
(disgusted)
Yeah, well, don't say I didn't warn you.
She slaps tape back on woman's mouth
and drags her back to the table.
What is your plea?
Innocent, Your Honor.
Judge looks at the defendant. She
mumbles in agreement.
So noted. Now, Mrs. Sturgeon, in all fairness to you, I'm
willing to remove that tape, but only under one condition:
you promise to behave.
Woman vigorously nods.
No outbursts. No hysterics. Understood?
Woman vigorously nods again.
Bailiff.
Bailiff uncuffs her and rips off tape.
Ow!
Only when spoken to, Mrs. Sturgeon. Only when spoken to.
WOMAN
(re: judge's warning)
Thank you, Your Honor.
The Judge rolls his eyes, as she
clearly doesn't get the meaning of
only when spoken to.
Proceed.
The state would like to put into evidence Mrs. Sturgeon's
medical records --
Hey, those are private!
The People's Need to Know Suspicious, Unlawful and Otherwise
Deviant or Amoral Activities Act allows the government access
to any and all records, private or otherwise, red-flagged for
questionable motive and/or activity.
I beg your pardon!
(to Judge) There is
absolutely nothing deviant or amoral about me.
Then care to tell the court why on Tuesday, June tenth of
last year, you chose to ABORT your unborn child.
There is a collective gasp in the court
room, and all look at the Prosecutor.
Objection. Defense takes issue with the prosecution's use of
terminology. Mrs. Sturgeon had a miscarriage, NOT an
abortion.
Semantics, Your Honor. Counsel is fully aware that under the
Champion The Unheralded Child Act, a woman can be held
responsible for...
(reading)
"...any and all actions that the court deems hurtful to, and
which results in, directly or otherwise but not limited to,
bringing about any irrevocable harm and/or death to a child."
The prosecution will argue that the defendant's actions
directly resulted in the premature and unlawful death of her
unborn child.
Overruled.
My client was in a very fragile state, both physically and
emotionally. She can't be held responsible for things clearly
beyond her control.
Overruled. I don't write the law, counsel, I just enforce it.
As written, Mr. Richmen has every right to bring charges
against your client. Whether they are true or not, Ms.
Pierce, is your burden of proof. Continue.
Mrs. Sturgeon, did you or did you not kill your child?
Objection. Defense takes issue with the word child. A fetus
is NOT a child. Some might even argue that it isn't a living
being --
Your Honor --
As defined by the New Lexicon Webster's Dictionary --
Spare us the definition, Ms. Pierce. Need I remind you the
Supreme Court already ruled on that: life begins at
conception. Intellectual, not physical conception.
Yes, but it's a ruling with which I vehemently disagree.
Your problem, not mine. Now quit crying over spilled milk,
and stop trying my patience. Mr. Richmen?
Mrs. Sturgeon, did you not terminate a pregnancy last year?
He can't just talk to me like that, can he?
How would you prefer he address you: Mother may I?
No, but I mean, doesn't he have to call me forward, swear me
in or something?
You intend to answer truthfully, don't you? Or is this an
admission to perjury before the fact?
Yes. I mean, NO! I mean --
Please, Mrs. Sturgeon Just answer the question.
What was the question again?
Your Honor, I would like to advise my client that she is not
obligated to testify if she so chooses.
Duly noted.
No, I want to. I have nothing to hide.
Just won't be happy 'til they throw away the key, will you?
Prosecutor leaves his table, begins
playing the room, grandstanding.
Mrs. Sturgeon, did you terminate your pregnancy last year?
Objection.
I'll rephrase. Did you have a pregnancy that ended in
termination?
Objection!
Rephrase again. Did your pregnancy go to term?
Beat.
No.
And why is that?
I lost the baby.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Sturgeon. Kindly repeat that for the court.
WOMAN
(louder, more enunciated)
I lost the baby.
PROSECUTOR
(to audience as if to a jury)
Oh, I see. You "lost" the baby. "Lost" the baby. She says...
she "lost"... her baby.
Who the hell are you talking to?
Oh, uh, sorry, Your Honor.
Returning to his to his table,
Prosecutor refers to his notes,
regroups.
Now, uh, Mrs. Sturgeon, would you admit that this "loss" was
due largely in part to your own negligence?
Objection! Coercing --
No!
Do you admit you had a complicated pregnancy?
Yes.
And your doctor warned you of the consequences if you did not
heed to his advice, did he not?
Well...
It's a yes or no question, Mrs. Sturgeon.
Badgering, Your Honor.
Overruled. Mrs. Sturgeon, please answer Mr. Richmen's
question.
Well, yes. But --
And kindly tell the court what advice your doctor had given.
To stay in bed.
You directly disobeyed his orders, didn't you?
No!
No? Are you saying that at no time did you ignore your
doctor's warning? Need I remind you Mrs. Sturgeon, this is a
court of law. Perjury is a serious offence.
No. I mean, I tried. I did the best I could.
PROSECUTOR
(to audience again)
Oh, I see. You did "the best you could". She did "the best
she could" ladies and gentlemen.
Will you cut that out!
Sorry.
Geez.
And isn't it true that instead of staying in bed like the
doctor ordered, you chose to go to work?
I had to. I was in jeopardy of losing my job.
Chose work over the health and well-being of your child.
I had been in bed for three and a half months, three and a --
Badgering, Your Honor...
Order... Order...
She chose work, ladies and gentlemen.
Prosecution is deliberately badgering my client.
Order.
My employer threatened to fire me if I didn't return to work.
If I lost my job I'd lose my health insurance.
Work, over the health and well-being of her poor, innocent,
UNBORN child!
Order in the court!
Everyone quiets down.
Mr. Richmen! You are NOT Perry Mason. Now reign it in and
conduct yourself appropriately, or I'll sanction you. Do I
make myself clear?
Completely.
Good. Then proceed. With caution.
The state would like to call its next witness.
Judge looks to Defense Attorney. She
nods. Judge gives Prosecutor the okay.
State calls to the stand Mr. Sturgeon.
Almost simultaneously he enters and
stands by the bench. The defendant
rushes to him, throwing her arms around
him. He tentatively hugs her back.
Oh, honey. Thank God. Thank God you're here. Tell them. Tell
them the truth.
WOMAN
(suddenly remembering Judge)
Oh, sorry.
She retreats to the defense table.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing
but the truth?
Hey. How come he --
Shush.
I do.
Mr. Sturgeon, you and your wife had been trying to conceive
for a while, correct?
Yes.
And, in fact, this was not her first miscarriage, was it?
No, it was not.
How many had she had before?
Three.
I'm sorry. That must have been difficult for you.
Man nods.
Tell us, Mr. Sturgeon, as best you can, the reason for the
multiple miscarriages.
Well, as the doctor put it, my wife has an inhospitable
uterus. Something like that. The egg just didn't want to
stick. Said it happens in some women. Like a rotten apple
falling from a tree.
To ensure that this baby made it to term, he advised her to
stay in bed for the duration of her pregnancy. Did he not?
Yes.
And was that working?
Well, it seemed to be. This was the longest she'd carried,
anyway.
And how long was that?
Twelve and a half weeks.
So you believe that your wife did everything she possibly
could to preserve the health and well-being of the child?
Objection. FETUS, not child.
Sustained.
Do you believe she did everything possible to preserve the
health and well-being of the fetus?
Well, yeah, but --
Yeah, but what?
Yeah, but what?
Laura --
No, I want to hear this. But what?
Watch it, Mrs. Sturgeon.
I'm sorry, honey, but I swore to tell the truth.
Mr. Sturgeon, please refrain from addressing the defendant
directly and answer the question.
Well, it's just that...
Yes?
Man looks at his wife as if to say I'm
sorry, then blurts out his answer.
I never got the sense that she truly wanted children?
What?
She'd said on several occasions that she didn't think she
would make a good mother --
I was nervous. Scared. What new mother isn't?
Shush!
And, well, when we first discussed starting a family, I found
out a few months later that she was still on the pill.
That was years ago. I wasn't ready then. I am now.
Laura, please.
Mrs. Sturgeon, I'm warning you.
So are you saying, Mr. Sturgeon, that you believe your wife's
feelings toward motherhood directly affected her inability to
successfully carry to term?
Don't put words in his mouth.
Objection, Your Honor.
Mr. Richmen.
That the very negative and hateful thoughts she harbored
toward motherhood produced that hostile environment...
Objection!
Order... Order...
That due to her own selfish desires, and unnatural and
immoral thoughts...
Order...
...she purposely and willfully killed each and every one of
YOUR unborn children?
Your Honor --
Mr. Richmen.
Yes! Yes! YES!
Collective gasp. Silence. Beat.
Oh. My. God.
Mrs. Sturgeon.
It was you. It was you all along, wasn't it?
Mrs. Sturgeon!
You son of a bitch. You god damn son of a --
Laura don't!
She lunges for her husband. Court
Officers hold her back.
You killed my son. My heir. My namesake. My very flesh and
blood.
Thank God I never had your children. You no good, lousy
prick. My uterus isn't the problem. It's your rotten seed.
Thank God it didn't stick!
Man rushes off stage.
I request we immediately move to sentencing.
Order! Order! Order! ORDER!
Your Honor, Ms. Sturgeon would have us believe she is a the
poor, defenseless victim, but I submit to you that the true
colors of her nature -- those of a ruthless, cold-blooded
murderer -- are just now beginning to show.
Mr. Richmen, stop trying to do my job!
May I respectfully ask what the court intends to do?
I'm afraid, counsel, there's nothing I can do. My hands are
tied. While I'm not entirely satisfied with Mr. Richmen's
case, Mrs. Sturgeon did provide enough rope with which to
hang herself. Under the law, there's only one thing I can do.
You mean --
Yes.
(to officers of the court)
Take her out back and throw her in the river.
What?!
If she floats, we know she's lying. If she sinks, she's been
telling the truth.
You can't be serious. I can't swim.
Don't worry, Mrs. Sturgeon. We're not that barbaric. There'll
be paramedics on hand to revive you should you drown.
(hits gravel)
Case closed. Thank you all. Good day.
Judge exits.
You're not going to let them do this to me, are you?
Don't look at me. I told you to go for the plea bargain.
The woman is dragged away, protesting.
Another very valiant effort, as always.
I'll get you one of these days.
As they gather their things
I look forward to it. Hey, want to grab some lunch? My treat.
Sure. Where?
How about that new place on the corner? They have a poached
salmon salad to die for.
You're on.
Lights fade as they exit.
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