A Portion Of The Interrogation Of B.
By Doug Draime


Z: So, what did Errol Flynn look like at the end?

B: (looking at picture on wall behind Z) Fat death on
a soda cracker.

Z: What exactly was your association with him, your
relationship?

B: He was my pimp ( laughing). No, not really. He worked
for my father as a donut maker...on the graveyard shift.
Uh, I hardly knew the guy.

Z: Come on now, we know better than that.

B: Who is ‘we’? (looking at picture on the wall behind Z).

Z: I’m asking the questions. We have recordings and pictures
of you and Mr. Flynn together. (pause) So don’t try to deny it.

B: (long pause) Ok, ok, so I stayed with him a couple three times
in New York. I didn’t fuck him at the donut shop, if that’s what
you’re getting at. Just those few times at the Algonquin, and
then I saw him dead on the slab at the morgue in Hollywood.

Z: That’s not the way we heard it.

B: (looking again at picture over Z.) Who is ‘we’?

Z: Our sources tell us that you fucked him in several hotels
in London, on a sand barge floating down the Wabash river,
on a Glendale, California bus in rush hour traffic, in the back...

B. (holding up her hand) O.K., o.k., but I didn’t fuck him at the
donut shop, I couldn’t be that disrespectful to my father.

Z. (laughing out the side of his mouth)

B. You’re a weird motherfucker!

Z. (looking back over his shoulder at the picture, in a nice oak frame,
hanging there, and turning back suddenly to face her) Well,
I’m just doing my job. (He stares intently at her).

B. You’re just a motherfucker, then .... weird, too. (looking down at
the table they’re sitting at) Didn’t I ask for a triple latte?

Z. (clearing his throat) Let’s stop the crap. Flynn never worked
in your father’s donut shop, in fact, your father was a movie extra
you never knew. Shot the juice in your mother and moved on. No
information of your father’s life or death is on record. Your guess
is as good as ours

B. (offended) What are you talking about? The Errol Flynn I knew
made some out of sight donuts at my father’s donut shop, Walt’s
Donut Shop, In Brooklyn.

Z. (looking over his shoulder at the picture)

B. (clearing her throat and looking at the picture).


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Doug Draime emerged as a presence in the 'underground literary movement
in the late 1960's. He currently lives and writes in Ashland, Oregon.