Outlaws of Candy Kitchen
Part 2
Part 2
(There's a knock at the door: shave and a haircut. Everyone freezes)
FLO gets AUDIENCE to call: the secret knock!
BONNEY: It's the secret knock. Open the door.
(BERTHA opens the door and kids PEGGY and POLLY walk in)
BERTHA: Who are you?
(Everyone looks curiously at POLLY and PEGGY)
PEGGY: I'm Peggy.
POLLY: I'm Polly.
BONNEY: How can I help you?
PEGGY: The sign outside said, "Cactus Candy." Can we buy some?
BONNEY: Well, not exactly.
POLLY: You closed?
BONNEY: Well.... sort of.
PEGGY: Sort of?
BONNEY: Ummm…
POLLY: What's everybody drinking?
(Goes to drink from JOHN's cup)
BONNEY: (Grabs cup from POLLY) Uh…
PEGGY: You selling hooch?
BONNEY: Please, kids. You've got to go.
POLLY: As young loyal citizens of this wonderful nation, it is our duty to tell the local authorities…
(JOHN pulls out gun)
That we didn't see a thing.
BERTHA: Good choice.
JOHN: Yeap. (passes out again)
PEGGY: Can I ask one thing?
BONNEY: Shoot. (JOHN sits up)
PEGGY: Uh…
BONNEY: Sorry. Bad choice of words. (Waves JOHN off)
PEGGY: I see you around town. You seem like such a nice lady. Why is such a good person like you running a bad place like this?
BONNEY: It's a long story. It all starts will my poor old grandmother…
AUDIENCE: Ahhh…
POLLY: She's ill?
BONNEY: No, she's dead. And she left me my poor, sick grandpappy here to care for…
AUDIENCE: Ahhh…
POLLY: Alone? Without any help?
BONNEY: My mother helped for a time. But then they both got sick and died and left my father to care for all us kids.
AUDIENCE: Ahhh...
POLLY: So you're helping your father?
BONNEY: Well, he died too.
AUDIENCE: Ahhhh...
PEGGY: I'm so sorry.
BONNEY: (Now she's in tears) And now I'm left alone to care for my poor brothers and sisters. All twenty-seven of them…
POLLY: Twenty-seven!
BONNEY: Some are adopted.
PEGGY: Of course.
BONNEY: (Sobbing) There's Ricky and Jimmy and Sandy and...
POLLY: Okay, well we must be running.
BONNEY: (Still crying) And Cindy and Timmy and Billy…
POLLY: Perhaps you can introduce us some time. Gotta go. Bye.
(Exits quickly)
FLO: You okay, Bonney?
BONNEY: (Sobs) Are they gone yet?
FLO: Yeah.
BONNEY: (Stops crying) Then I'm fine.
FLO: Do you really have twenty-seven brothers and sisters?
BONNEY: Give or take a few. I've lost count. It's so hard to keep track of them. If only I didn't have to work all the time.
