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By
Marcus Barlow
PART 1: C.Y.O
TEASER
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.
Stops raining flames onto the jungle. All the REBELS have
been killed -- their blood now soaking into the dust with
the blood of: UNIT 9, 4, 13 and 3. The UNITS scan the area
for more REBELS and hold for a beat. Nothing. They all cry
out in cheer.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 3.
The WOMAN jolts her head LEFT at UNIT 7. A bullet hits the
petrol canister...
... She is blown across the battlefield and smacks down
into the burning jungle. Both of her legs and the left
forearm nowhere to be seen -- leaving behind torn strings
of flesh and destroyed bone covered in blood. She is
bleeding out. FAST.
She stares up at the sky, visible through the burning
branches. A figure stands over her and rests the BARREL OF
THEIR GUN AT HER EYES. She awaits for the bullet to find
her skull...
FADE TO BLACK
ACT ONE
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 4.
FADE TO:
3 INT. HOSTEL CORRIDOR - DAY
SOUND: METRONOME (CONTINUED)
FADE TO:
4 INT. PATIENTS’ ROOMS - DAY
SOUND: METRONOME (CONTINUED)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 5.
FADE TO:
6 INT. DINING HALL - DAY
SOUND: METRONOME
The WOMAN sits at a long fold out table -- like the ones
used in the school dining halls. In front of her is a ball
of pale yellow porridge, barely warm. Next to it, a slice
of cold toast and a clear plastic cup of water.
Around her are the other patients scoffing and slurping
away,or drooling down themselves, unable to move their
mouths and hands to eat due to the amount of drugs in
their system.
Next her, RIKKA is trying to feed the porridge to her on a
spoon.
TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK.
FADE TO:
FADE TO:
6.
SILENCE.
FADE TO BLACK
She pulls the bed covers down and slowly perches herself
up to sit. Looking down to the left of her, a breakfast of
soft golden pancakes and a tempting silky jar of syrup
sits on the bedside table, accompanied by a crystal orange
cup of tea; but no METRONOME...
Her heart drops deep into her chest. Where is it? She
glances around the room in a frantic search with her eyes.
There, on top of the dresser, the METRONOME.
She sits and fixes her eyes onto it. She has no clue how
she will get there. She looks down at her legs and
tightens her eyes close in frustration and self pity. She
uses her RIGHT ARM to pull the covers from her legs.
Her legs are still and stiffly placed on the bed. On her
RIGHT THIGH a part of the artificial skin has faded away
and the mechanical skeleton glimpses through. She sighs
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 7.
She sits rigid and stares at the METRONOME. How will she
get to it?
She scans around the room. There, by the door, next to the
chair, A PAIR OF CRUTCHES. She stares at her legs again.
She prepares herself and takes hold of her LEFT LEG and
pulls it off the bed -- smacking the disguised metal onto
the floor.
She takes a breath and pulls the other off the bed -- once
again it smacks against the floor. She perches on the end
of the bed. SO far, so good.
She rest her stomach on the bed and slowly descends off
the bed.
She takes hold of the crutches and pulls them down to her;
resting one under her LEFT ARM and resting the hand on the
handle and takes hold of the other with her RIGHT ARM.
She pulls herself up from the chair slowly and stiffly
until she stands on both of her feet. She looks over at
the METRONOME, determined to get it.
Using her RIGHT ARM at a lead, she pulls herself towards
the METRONOME, dragging her legs behind her.
CLOSER AND CLOSER she comes to getting to her METRONOME.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 8.
The WOMAN gently rests the crutch against the the dresser
and with her RIGHT HAND, pulls the METRONOME to her and
curls it under her arm. She takes hold of her crutch and
again and begins the journey back to her bed.
His long turquoise over coat hovers inches from the ground
-- nothing fancy -- accompanied by the cheap grey suit
that is exposed by the open coat - and his scruffy brushed
hair zig-zagging down the back of his head -- like a
scruffy DALE COOPER from TWIN PEAKS.
His soft brown pitiful eyes invades her soul with a voice
of concern and sorrow as they pan from her to the broken
metronome and back.
The two linger in the stretched moment.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 9.
A nurse slips her way into the room, but HIRO’s attention
doesn’t distract from the man at the door.
The nurse is kneels to the floor as she cleans the broken
shards of the metronome into her hand. Hiro’s eyes never
twitch.
10 INT. RECREATION ROOM - LATER
The man sits over by the window in a large pale chair
against the creamy white wall next to the teal curtains.
The man sits waiting for Hiro.