Script
Background
noise fades in, black screen.
[George
Smith lying down on chaise long, with blank expression]
Psychologist:
George, or do I call you scar, which would you prefer?
[Silence
from George]
Psychologist:
How are you feeling today?
George:
[Monotone] Better days.
[Silence]
Psychologist:
So how-
George:
[Interrupts loudly] do you know what I don’t like? People like you. Always
pretending you care about the people you treat, but me and you both know that’s
not the case, you just care about getting paid going out with your perfect
friends and your perfect life, well I’ll tell you something. I had a perfect
life… once. Before it happened.
[Flashback]
George:
[Emotionally] You will never understand what I’ve been through, you will never
be able to comprehend it, you will never in your right mind experience what I
have, what I’ve seen, what I’ve lived through.
[Flashback]
George:
[Sighs] It’s still affecting me up until this day, I never wanted to be here
again, in this position, I knew we were always connected in some way, but some
ways more than others, and that was when it all started.
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