[A Police Sergeant is sitting at a desk doing paperwork. A subordinate of his enters the room tentatively. ]
COP: Sir?
SARGE: Any news?
COP: Yes, sir. It’s Chickens, sir. They have your daughter.
SARGE: Gimmie the phone. [Slams fist on table.]
COP: But protocol, sir?
SARGE: Nuts to your protocol- this is my daughter. [He picks up the phone. ]
SARGE: Hello? Chickens? Yes, you have my daughter? Mmm. Mmm-hmm. Yes, well -- I see. No. No, not ever. No, no, no. Well. Yes to that. Yes, the last one. The last thing you said. Oh, HO HO! Don’t you think you can talk to me like that. Yes. Yes, that’s better. No, softer. What do you want from me? Oh, REALLY? No, no, no – How dare you! I am a man. Yes I am. I am a man and a human being. Well that’s more than you can say for yourself. Ah-ha! No, I actually think that’s funny. Yes, you should be proud. Well, I know a few people in television, so I could try -- it’s really no problem – HEY! Give me back my daughter! What does that mean? [beat] No. not as funny. Close, though. WHAT? Well, if I had to say...I suppose Thriller. You, too, eh? I’m...free Sunday. Yes, I’ll hold. [Hold music.]
COP: What are they saying?
SARGE: I don’t really know. They’re chickens.
SARGE: [Hold music stops.] Yes, hello? Hmm. Yes, I see. No, no, I understand. Yes. Goodbye. Hm? Yes, I’ll call that producer for you. It’s not a problem. My pleasure. Bye, bye.
[Sarge hangs up. Looks ahead, absentmindedly.]
COP: Well?
SARGE: Oh, she’s dead.