The Cider House Rules Page #6

Angela puts the cone over Dorothy's mouth and nose; Larch

drips the ether on the cone. A newborn wails in the other

O.R. Over.

INT. DELIVERY ROOM - DAY

Homer has delivered CARLA. A newborn baby is screaming in

Edna's arms. Homer is attending to Carla, who is panting.

HOMER:

That was good, Carla--that was

*perfect*. Everything's fine.

CARLA:

I don't wanna see it!

EDNA:

You don't have to see it, dear. Don't

worry.

CARLA:

I don't even wanna know what sex it

is--don't tell me!

HOMER:

We won't tell you, Carla. You're

going to be okay.

EDNA:

Your *baby's* going to be okay, too.

CARLA:

I don't wanna know!

Larch pops into the delivery room; he peers at the baby.

LARCH:

He's a big boy!

CARLA:

Let me see him, for Christ's sake--I

wanna see him.

Edna shows the baby to Carla, who stares, then turns away.

Larch whispers to Homer.

LARCH:

Would you mind having a look at

Dorothy?

INT. OPERATING ROOM - DAY

Angela sits with the still-etherized Dorothy while Larch and

Homer confer over a basin containing Dorothy's uterus.

HOMER:

There was no visible wound?

LARCH:

No. The fetus was dead. Her uterus

was virtually *disintegrating*--my

stitches pulled right through the

tissue!

HOMER:

(mystified)

It looks like scurvy.

LARCH:

(derisively sarcastic)

Scurvy! Ah yes, the curse of the old-

time sailor, suffering long periods

at sea with no fresh fruits or

vegetables. Homer, Dorothy isn't a

*sailor*!

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