Dame J. E. Marshall Productions Presents
DURCHEINANDER
The Homage to Sir Alfred Hitchcock
Chapter Five
A ROTTEN TOMATO / July 3, 2013
"What the Sam Hill is goin on in here?!" Tommy kicked the kitchen door open and marched into the cafe.
Mitchell Doyle was sitting on the floor dabbing his bloody nose with the dinner napkin Melanie had given him. She was still tending to Mitch when her ex-husband Scottie grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up.
"Let her go!" Tommy said in a calm but deadly manner.
Scottie Brenner let go of his ex-wife. Her perfect French twist tumbled down around her face and shoulders.
"So 'Jethro Bodine' is my replacement?!" Scottie was drunk but the liquid courage drained out of him when he saw Tommy. He struggled to keep up appearances.
"I didn't know you were a cook. They told me you used to be a lawyer." Tommy commented.
"I wasn't the cook. I thought you were my replacement." Scottie made a lewd thrusting motion with his hips and focused on Melanie to get his courage back up. "So, Melanie, you hired Jethro Bodine? Aren't you afraid that big ole hillbilly showboat is going to eat all the profits?"
"Why don't we talk man to man in the kitchen and leave these innocent bystanders out of it?" Tommy took control
The two men went into the kitchen. Tommy stuck his head out the kitchen door and crossed his eyes to signal Melanie and Mitchell that he was in control of the situation. They were astonished and ran out the front door to find Thelma.
"What was that all about?" Scottie demanded.
"I was just making sure that poor fella wasn't bleedin' to death." Tommy said nonchalantly.
"That "poor fella" is Mitchell Doyle, your bloodsucking landlord. He has more money than God. He can afford to bleed a little." Scottie said sarcastically.
"Let's talk "The Precious". Its obvious why you lost your wife. Everybody heard you yelling that divorce papers don't mean a thing. That's just damn crazy talk coming from what used to be a lawyer. The question before us now, disbarred counselor, is why don't you know your marriage is in the grave? As in the grave as that gall durn spooky ring is en-graved." Tommy upbraided Scottie.
"I haven't lost my wife. I know exactly where she is at all times."
"That's your problem right there. You lost your wife. You lost your right to practice law and you lost your damn mind too. If you think you got nothin' else to lose, you just come around here again and I'll kick your lord of the ring bearin' ass to Mount Doom and back again."
Melanie, Thelma, Mitch and a growing crowd of people from the beach were hiding in the bushes listening. Officer Samuel Jefferies soon joined them.
"Got your call. What's up?" Officer Jefferies asked Thelma.
"It's Scottie. This time he gave Mr. Doyle a bloody nose, broke the bar mirror and scared off the construction crew."
All of a sudden Scottie came flying out of the back door and landed on his butt. He heard laughter coming from behind the bushes and jumped to his feet to save face.
"You think she's all yours because you went out of your way to buy her a sack of 'mater' seeds and some fertilizer, you dumb hick?" Scottie started walking away, noticed Tommy's Harley-Davidson and went back to give it a swift kick to knock it over. It didn't budge. Scottie limped towards the beach. Officer Jefferies caught up with him.
"You're going to have to come with me, Mr. Brenner." Officer Jefferies said.
"Aww, Sam, I'm not in the mood..." Scottie complained.
"This time she's pressing charges. Doyle is too."
"I want to press charges!" Scottie demanded.
"Did you hurt your foot kicking that motorcycle?" Officer Jefferies asked.
Inside the kitchen, Tommy started cleaning up the mess. Then he called Josephine and told her he was sending her some money by Western Union, that she ought to get herself a new dress and a babysitter for Benjamin for July 10th because that was his day off and he was comin' up to Baker to take her out dancin'."
~ TO BE CONTINUED ~
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