HARVEST

By
Erik McNeal

(C) 2010 404-680-3770

mcneal03@yahoo.com
INT. SHOP SALES FLOOR - DAY
BRANDY, a weathered yet vibrant lady, stands at the register
of the shop, sighing heavily.

She walks across the sales floor full of items, and no

people.
BRANDY
And this is what they left me
with. A decade-long decline and no
capital from the will.
The clock reads 4:00.
BRANDY
Where the hell is he? Can’t even
be on time for anything.
JIM, Brandy’s half-brother, disshelved in an unkempt
button-down shirt and sunglasses ENTERS the shop.
BRANDY
What the.. where have you been? I
didn’t give you this job to be
late!
JIM
Brandy, there’s no one here.

BRANDY
That’s not the point. You’re
supposed to be helping me out here.
Clean out the storage area.

Brandy sternly stares at him. Jim raises his eyebrows,

jumping from behind his shades. He EXITS the sales floor.

EXT. BEHIND THE SHOP - DAY

LATER.
Jim sits in a chair under a shade.
Brandy comes out from the door to storage.

JIM
Damn this hangover.
BRANDY
I can’t believe you. We’re
struggling and the favorite son
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.

BRANDY (cont’d)
found time to just relax! Not a
care in the world!
JIM
It’s a hazard, its cluttered and
shit.
BRANDY
Sounds like your former career,
DOCTOR.

JIM
At least I’m not caretaker of
failing business. How much money
is this place not making?

BRANDY
This place isn’t failing
asshole. I’m actually sticking to
my word and being where I say I
will be, unlike some people around
here.

JIM
(chuckling)
Not talking about me. Did you know
he asked me to try to help out the
shop? I paid in money when I
could. Be grateful for once.
Brandy stares daggers through him and WALKS OFF.
JIM
Hey. Thanks for honoring his last
wish and helping me out.
Brandy stops and looks back at Jim.
BRANDY
We gotta put food on the
table. The bottom really fell out
on us and others. Try to get some
work done while I think of a plan.
Brandy exits. Jim remains sitting in the shade. He pulls
out an ID card with his picture of him, clean shaven and
smiling. It reads:
PIERCE MEDICAL CENTER. DR. JAMES CARTER, M.D.
 3.

INT. SHOP SALES FLOOR - DAY

Brandy emerges to find a customer on the floor! She PERKS
UP immediately, checking her appearance.
The customer, a grey-haired man in a polo, stands at a
display. Brandy quietly walks up behind him. She stops
short a few feet away.
BRANDY
Afternoon! May I help you find
something?
WALT
I’m Walt. Lookin’ for
Jim. Ex-doctor. Heard he’s here.

BRANDY
Um... I’m the only one here. I run
the shop solo, its was left to--
WALT
Did you know Jim owes us a good bit
of coin? Why don’t you cut the
shit and tell me where he is?
FROM THE BREAK ROOM, Jim peeks through and watches the
conversation.

BRANDY
I don’t know who you’re talking
about Mr. Walt, but you seem
irritated so can I get you
anything? A water or coffee?

WALT
Look lady, we’re owed a debt. I
know you know where Jim is by your
wasting my time. Now either you
tip me in on Jim or I see what I
can get from this place.
BRANDY
What?! No! Hey look, the shop
isn’t making money and if you take
what little I have and I’ll lose
the shop!
WALT
And that means what to me? Outta
my way.

Walt SHOVES Brandy to the side!

 4.

Brandy follows Walt into the STORAGE.

INT. SHOP STORAGE - DAY

Walt manuvers through the cluttered area.

Brandy follows behind him.

Walt sees Jim through the door window, walking
OUTSIDE. Brandy also sees Jim outside. Walt picks up the
pace and pulls a gun out!

She notices a CROWBAR amongst some clutter on the floor.

She picks it up...

Brandy raises the crowbar HIGH.... WHACK!

Brandy HITS Walt in the back of the head! Walt FIRES off
one shot and stumbles to the floor. The gun falls. He
touches the strike-point and looks at his bloody hand.

Jim ENTERS. He sees Brandy, readying to STRIKE!

Walt turns over on the floor and looks at Brandy...
THUD! THUD! THUD!

Brandy swings HARDER HITS into Walt’s head with the

crowbar. Walt dies on the floor.
JIM
Hol-lee shit. You killed him.

BRANDY
Oh God!!! Oh my God!!
Brandy SOBS AND SHRIEKS!!!! She drops the bloody crowbar
and runs off to a corner... She vomits!

Jim heads outside.

EXT. BEHIND THE SHOP - DAY

Jim is on the phone speaking with LOUIS. Louis’ voice is
soothing and of proper dialect.
JIM
That offer still on the table?

(CONTINUED)
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LOUIS
(on phone)
For you, of course. You are one of
the good ones. I should know after
all. So what do you have?

JIM
An older man. Dead. Just some
head trauma. Seemed fairly
healthy.

LOUIS
(on phone)
I think we can work with that. You
know the protocol and procedures.

INT. SHOP STORAGE - DAY

Jim ENTERS and looks down at Walt’s corpse. He notices
Brandy exasperated and sobbing near the corner. She looks
at Jim.

JIM
Have them ready for pick up in the
morning.
Jim hangs up his phone. He goes over to Walt’s body and
drags him across the floor.

BRANDY
Wha-whh-what are you doing?
JIM
Just chill out alright. We can fix
this mess and even make enough to
save the shop.
BRANDY
What? I murdered a man covering
for you and you’re thinking about
money?!
JIM
We’ll cut this guy open and sell
his organs. Twenty grand EASY!

BRANDY
What the-- How would you know how
to do that? Are you kidding me?!

(CONTINUED)
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JIM
No, I’m not actually. Can you help
me move him? Also can you get some
cleaners and get that stain up.

BRANDY
There’s nothing here. I-I-I don’t
wanna touch him... I need some
time.
JIM
Look, close the store early. Let’s
go home real quick and come back
and take care of this tonight.
Brandy locks all the doors in STORAGE and on the SALES
FLOOR. They both depart the store.

INT. SHOP STORAGE - NIGHT

SUNSET.

Jim grabs one of the tables and dusts it off. He wipes it

down with cleaners.
JIM
OK on three. One, two...three!

Jim and Brandy hoist up Walt’s body onto the table.

Walt’s final facial expression STIFF showing wide eyes and
contorted mouth...FEAR. The face is bloody and bludgeoned.
It STARES directly at Brandy.

BRANDY
I can’t do this.
JIM
Then keep watch outside then. I
got my stuff here so we’re good.
BRANDY
What are you taking from him?
JIM
Kidneys and liver are popular in
parts of the world. I used to sell
off similar items from fresh dead
before they wasted away.
Brandy walks away.

(CONTINUED)
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Jim puts on some latex gloves. He readies a scalpel by

dipping it in alcohol.
The first incision CUTS into Walt’s flesh.

EXT. BEHIND THE SHOP - NIGHT

Brandy sits outside alone in a chair.
Jim walks out of the storage room. He’s wiping his hands
dry.
Jim looks at Brandy, as she stares back at him.
JIM
They’re picking them up tomorrow.

BRANDY
So. You harvest organs. That what
got you fired?
JIM
Yeah. Selling them. Been at it
for some time now.
BRANDY
Did Dad know?

JIM
No. He didn’t know.
BRANDY
I wonder if he still wanted to
protect his only son if he knew he
was up to all these years.

EXT. BEHIND THE SHOP - DAY

EARLY MORNING.

Jim is on the phone with Louis.

LOUIS
(on phone)
You did it. Good show James. I
knew we could count on you. Our
man will be by, as we speak, to
collect the package.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 8.

JIM
And the money?

LOUIS
(on phone)
You’ll be compensated as an act of
good faith. This isn’t exactly
planned, but I’ll pay for your
troubles.

Louis hangs up.

A black sedan pulls up behind the store. A Man in a suit
and shades exits the vehicle. He holds up a briefcase.

Jim walks over to him and hands him a thermal case. The Man
hands Jim the briefcase and reenters the black sedan.
The sedan drives off.
Brandy walks up beside Jim. Jim opens the
briefcase. Brandy steps back in awe.

INT. SHOP STORAGE - NIGHT

SOME TIME LATER.

Jim is sweeping with a large push broom. The storage is

much cleaner and organized.
BRANDY
Having fun?

JIM
I sure am. Not so much. Done up
there?

BRANDY
Closing down now. We did OK
today. I think Pop would be glad
the store still stands. Not set
yet, but we’re getting there.

JIM
That’s good. He picked the right
person to run it.
Brandy nods her head and smiles.

BRANDY
I’m glad you’re here to help, just
like he wanted. Well finish up so
we can get out here.
 9.

Brandy returns to the sales floor.

INT. SHOP SALES FLOOR - NIGHT

Brandy approaches the register and pulls the cash rack from
it.
CARTER, a man in a dark suit, and BOSKO, a tall tough guy,
ENTER the shop.

BRANDY
Sorry guys we’re closed. We open
at 10, tomorrow.
CARTER
I’m not interested in old trinkets
from this dump. I’m looking for
someone.
BRANDY
Excuse me! This ain’t a dump. You
need to leave righ--

CARTER
Walter Hammon.
Brandy just shakes her head in confusion.

CARTER
A while ago, an inspector came by
and hasn’t been seen since. WE are
worried. So, where is Walt?
Brandy nervously shakes her head again.

BRANDY
I don’t know what you’re talking
about.

CARTER
I’ll ask again. Where. Is. WALT!
Brandy is taken aback. She steps back.
BOSKO
Look ma’am this doesn’t have to get
ugly if you tell us what happened
here. We’d hate to take things
further.

(CONTINUED)
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BRANDY
Further how?
Carter quickly pulls a GUN and SHOOTS a round into the wall!
Brandy CROUCHES and covers her head in reflex.

CARTER
That.
Carter aims the gun at Brandy.

CARTER
Bosko. Let’s show her what happens
when you take down a MADE man who
took a job for his protege because
he was out sick.

Bosko pulls a gun from his sport coat. He aims it at

Brandy, and cocks the hammer...
POW!

A airborne crowbar COLLIDES into Bosko’s face! Bosko

TOPPLES OVER! Carter looks around panicked!
Jim RUNS in! He SHOVES Brandy to the side! Jim TACKLES
Carter down! Jim quickly STABS Carter in his side with a
scalpel! Carter comes down on his gun!

ANOTHER ROUND FIRES!

Brandy is HIT!
Carter stops moving and then dies of his wound.

Jim moves over to Bosko and grabs the crowbar! He HAMMERS

Bosko to death!
Brandy writhes on the floor, clutching her side.

JIM
Oh no. Stay there. I’m gonna get
gauze for the wound. Hold on.

INT. BREAK ROOM - NIGHT

Jim grabs some clean rags from under the sink. His phone
rings.
It’s Louis.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 11.

LOUIS
(on phone)
James. Good news, we’d like more
business. Triple the offer next
time, if the organs are live.

JIM
Good to know.
The line hangs up.

INT. SHOP SALES FLOOR - NIGHT

Jim comes back out with his medical kit and the clean
towelettes.

Brandy is laid out, clutching her bleeding stomach.

BRANDY
Jim.. I-- What are you doing?
Jim holds Brandy down! Brandy tries to SQUIRM AWAY!

Jim raises his scalpel and presses the blade in.

JIM
The old man also told me to do what
I had to keep the shop going, and I
can... with live parts.
So hold still, this might hurt.
BRANDY
YOU BASTARD!!!!

Brandy SCREAMS OUT LOUDLY! Then quieter...

The quiet screams lower to light whimpers....
The whimpering fades into silence.

THE END.