FLYSWATTER

JOE PETTIT
(When Narrator is one talking, we cannot see him. When boy is speaking, its the same person, but dialogue)
(Resolution) We open with what I currently vision as a very long edit. It shows a girl sobbing, hiding under a
desk in the dark, and jumping at the sound of gun fire. She sees a body on the ground a few metres away and
the chewing gum stuck to the bottom of the desk. The footsteps come closer.
(In a clear black and white colouring to show past) the boy stands over a dead bird with a video camera.
BOY: LOOKS LIKE SOMEBODY NEEDS A HUG.
He handles it and we see him covered in blood as he walks away. The black and white fades in to colour.
We cut to the main title.
NARRATOR: I, LIKE MANY OF THOSE I INTEND TO MAKE ROT SO SOON AND UNTIMELY (a slow motion shot of
an aged hand dropping dust, as if paying respect at a funeral), AM A MILLENNIAL. WE ARE GENERATION Y;
BORN BETWEEN THE BIRTH OF AIDS AND 9/11, AND PERHAPS EVEN MORE SO THE LATTER, THE GREATER DEAL
OF US ARE, QUITE NAIVELY IMPEDES. (We see our narrator in bath water.)
BEFORE PICKING UP ON MY PSYCHOPATHIC TRAITS, MY AUDIENCE MUST KNOW THAT IT IS EXTREMELY
ISOLATING BEING AS INTELLECTUAL AS ME (the narrator reads horror literature American Psycho; he turns the
page and reveals the chapter title killing child at zoo), AND THAT I HAVE PROVEN MYSELF BY FOOLING YOU IN
TO NOTICING YOUR VERY OWN BAD HABITS THAT WE HAVE IN THAT YOU DIDNT NOTICE THAT IT SHOULD BE
AS INTELLECTUAL AS I RATHER THAN AS INTELLECTUAL AS ME AND ALTHOUGH THIS IS ONLY A MINOR
IRRITANCY TOWARDS SOMEONE LIKE ME, I BELIEVE IT TO BE HYPERBOLIC FOR MILLENNIALS AS A WHOLE,
FILLING OUR MINDS WITH DOGSHIT REALITY TELEVISION AND INJECTING OURSELVES WITH A NUMBNESS
TOWARDS OUR PLANET. (The narrator watches a small TV in the dark) AND WHILE I AM BY NO MEANS
PERFECTION, AND BY ALL MEANS NOT ALL THERE, MY AUDIENCE SHOULD ALSO KNOW THAT THIS IS BECAUSE
IVE SURRENDERED TO MYSELF LONG BEFORE WHAT IM ABOUT TO DO (Smoking on porch, lamb skull by his
side, shot in a film noir style), AND SO NOW, ALTHOUGH I DONT EXPECT YOU TO SYMPATHISE WITH ME, I DO
HOPE THAT YOU UNDERSTAND ME, AND THAT THE CHAOS CAN BEGIN WITHOUT YOU HAVING ANY SHRED OF
DOUBT THAT I AM INDEED UTTERLY, OUTRIGHT INSANE. (Throughout this moment of dialogue our narrator
should be studying the lamb skull. He finds a whole, we cut back and forth from his studying of the whole and
the whole itself. HMMM, he mumbles.
WHAT I AM ABOUT TO DO IS NOT BECAUSE OF MY PARENTS, HEAVY METAL, VIOLENT MOVIES, VIDEO GAMES,
TOY GUNS, MARILYN MANSON, OR THE DRUGS. OKAY MAYBE, THE DRUGS (shot reverses); ITS BECAUSE WE,
ARE BLIND, NARCISSISTIC, AND BORING.
MOTHER WASNT HAPPY WHEN SHE SAW THE DRAWINGS. SHE TOOK OFF, JUST LIKE DAD DID. LOOKS LIKE SHE
DIDNT BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAID (Cutting to flashback)
BOY: I WOULDNT HURT A FLY!!! (Mother is seen driving away)

A dark roomed gaming sequence, narrator appears joyful as he kills on the video game. A close up: flashes in
eyes, blood splatters on his face* Cuts. (In a GTA-like universe)
NARRATOR: IT MAY FEEL CONTRADICTORY IN THIS HYPER-REAL WORLD YOU ARE CURRENTLY SEEING TO SAY
THAT I AM NOT INFLUENCED BY MY INTAKE OF THE MEDIA. I DONT KNOW IF I AM, THOUGH WHO ISNT
CONSTANTLY SURROUNDED BY IT.
(Cuts back) I PLAY, USUALLY HIGH, WHEN IM FLUNKING SCHOOL. I PLAY THE GRAND THEFT AUTO FRANCHISE
AS YOUVE ALREADY SEEN, DEAD RISING, CALL OF DUTY: WORLD AT WAR, CALL OF DUTY: BLACK OPS, CALL OF
DUTY: MODERN WARFARE 3, THOUGH PERSONALLY I PREFER THE SECOND ONE, ESPECIALLY THE MISSION
WHERE YOURE A TERRORIST IN A RUSSIAN AIRPORT, FAR CRY, HITMAN, BATMAN, SAINTS ROW, AND
RESISTANCE.
In front of mirror, covered in strange tattoos.
BOY (as a kind of song): ONE LAST THING BEFORE I SHUFFLE OFF THE PLANET, I WILL BE THE ONE TO WATCH
YOU CRAWL.
The boy plays with the gun in front of the mirror. Jump-cuts of strange actions psychopath nature in front of
mirror some improvised, e.g. gun in mouth, shooting self in mirror, strange gun noises*
NARRATION: ITS NOT THAT I HATE YOU. I PROBABLY WOULDNT. I DONT HATE ALL OF THE PEOPLE I KILL. ITS
ABOUT BEING REMEMBERED AND INFLICTING SOME PAIN, MAKING AN IMPACT. NO KIND OF THERAPY CAN
HELP ME AND NOBODY HAS NOTICED ME A DANGER EITHER. WE KILLERS ARE YOUR SONS, WE ARE YOUR
HUSBANDS, WE ARE EVERYWHERE. AND THERE WILL BE MORE OF YOUR CHILDREN DEAD TOMORROW. FOR
THE GOOD TOO. NOW, ENOUGH OF THE SELF-REFLEXIVITY. I AM GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL.
(Slowly pans out from angled mirror shot)

We return to the school. It continues from where the beginning left off. The table is tipped over. The camera
pans up and reveals my central character.
BOY: HI. (He smiles, charmingly, pausing). ARENT YOU IN MY HISTORY CLASS?