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INT. CROSS MANSION - BEDROOM - DUSK
A tall black book with “UP ALL FORTNIGHT" by "Tom Scilipoti"
written in hot pink rests comfortably in the petite hands of
a silky, sexy, enchanting young woman (20). She is MAGGIE
Maggie wearing a sundress and flip-flops, sits in lotus
position as she reads from the book.
Being a little crazy is necessary
for our survival because it’s like
Seal said, "But we are never gonna
survive unless we get a little
Maggie laughs out loud.
"Seal, who is that? I’ve never
heard of this Seal. Must be an
amateur.” Deduced Doctor Meswami.
We pan around Maggie’s ample, luxurious room. Plenty of pics
featuring her crew of hot, affluent friends in various
privileged locations...the beach, the sorority house, Cape
Cod. There’s a framed, autographed "Now and Then" poster.
Shelf stocked with books, a few framed family pics that
reveal a stout, domineering father, sorority mother, tough
thick seventeen year old brother, cute little five year old
Seal’s only an iconic member of
90’s pop culture. Never heard
“Kissed by a Rose” or “Fly like an
Eagle”? An amateur? More like a
transcontinental muse. The guy’s
married to Heidi Klum. Living proof
that love is blind.
The page turns.
"I don’t listen to music. I believe
it has no practical value."
Declared the Lebanese shrink.
The text is revealed on the screen.
It makes sense that you would say
that because Missy Elliot was
right--music make you lose control.
Kid’s like music, therapists like
control. So I can see why you don’t
like music--it makes kids lose
Maggie giggles. A hard knock on the door instantly startles
MRS. CROSS (O.S)
Margaret, your father’s ready for
Tell him I’ll be down in literally
like three and a half minutes.
MRS. CROSS (O.S)
MRS. CROSS (O.S)
You know he’s not gonna believe
that. Our res is seven sharp dear,
so any second now would be nice.
Well maybe if you’d leave me alone,
I could finish getting ready!
Ugh, tick tock Margaret Sophia.
Your daddy’s waiting.
EXT. WOODS - DUSK
A short, stout boy (22) appears from out of the forest in a
sport coat, spitting tobacco juice. He’s handsome despite
his double chin, freshly shaven with a few cuts on his olive
skin. He is TOM SCILIPOTI aka SCILS.
Alongside Scils walks another collegian (22) in an Adbusters
T-shirt of the American Flag of Corporations and oceanic,
baby blue eyes. He is ADAM BOUNVITA. Buonvita lights up an
Been getting into the Gnostic
Fuck yeah dude.
Ignorance is sin, wisdom is
Changed my whole perspective on
shiiit. You check out the Gospel of
(mid drag of cig)
Yeah it was dope.
Pure flow, no immaculate
conceptions. Sickness level through
Scils spits tobacco juice.
Yeah all my teachers ever did was
shit on Thomas for being a doubter.
Like empirical inquiry was such a
bad thing to the Hellenistic Greek
audience John was writing to.
Thomas means "twin" in Aramaic.
Didymus means "twin" in Greek. He
was actually JC’s closest
Scils’s Verizon Razor ring tone sounds off--"This is the way
I live" by Baby Boy Da Prince. Scils takes a pregnant pause
before he answers.
Hi Tom. Sorry I missed your call
It’s okay. I knew you’d call me
back. You always do.
I’ve noticed. Just can’t figure out
Ha. Maybe just maybe it’s because
you’re always so good to me.
I’m a Romanticist.
You sure are, Tommy Scils. Guess
Um, you’re getting physically ill
from missing me so much?
Ha, maybe a little. I got my
Noice. Did you get an up-doo?
Well considering I don’t have any
senior proms coming up, no I did
not get an up doo.
Well you don’t have any senior
proms coming up yet.
INT. CROSS ESTATE - BEDROOM - DUSK
A tall black book with “UP ALL FORTNIGHT" by "Tom Scilipoti"
written in hot pink rests beside the king sized bed of a
silky, sexy, enchanting young woman (20). She is MAGGIE
CROSS--the sweet, charming girl next door type, only she
lives in the mansion next door. Maggie, wearing a sundress
and flip-flops, sits comfortably in lotus position as she
chats with Scils.
Mid December. SIK Basement. I’ll be
hosting Gettysburg College’s first
annual super senior prom.
A super senior prom, that’s so
You should come back from Florence
early so you can be my date. We can
go as friends but I will be
expecting an up doo.
Don’t think that’ll be possible
Thomas. Can’t miss finals and buy
another flight home.
Yeah that would be a tough sell to
your daddy. Even though he’s a
But I do see some high stakes ruit
and maybe just maybe a middle
school dance party in the near
I see it too. Saturday at sundown.
Only three days away.
Well worth the wait. Don’t read too
much into this but I am pretty,
pretty excited to see you.
Me too. Not gonna lie, been looking
forward to it basically, all summer
A LOUD KNOCK ensues, instantly startling Maggie.
Hold on Tom. Mom, I’m coming!
MR. CROSS (O.S)
Margaret Sophia, open up.
Maggie gasps and slides "Up All Fortnight" under her pillow.
INT. BUONVITA HOUSE - DUSK
Adam opens the front door. Biblical passages and Beatles
memorabilia flood quickly flood the boys’ senses. Both stop
to wipe off their dirty shoes.
A joyful woman with oceanic, baby blue eyes (52) reads from
her King James Bible, highlighter in hand. She is SUSAN
BUONVITA. She reads a passage whose original luster has
waned, as if it had been highlighted long time ago. Isaiah
48:10: "Behold, I have refined thee, but not with silver; I
have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction." Buonvita and
Scils stroll in.
Tooooom, you have no idea how happy
seeing you makes me.
I feel the same exact way.
How have you been my boy?
I’ve been feeling uh, eudaimonic
You’ve been feeling like you da the
Basically. Eudaimonia is the
classical Greek word for
That sounds like Paul McCartney to
Scils takes a seat next to Mrs. Susan, Adam walks to the
fridge and grabs a Corona.
Yeah I mean today, right, I’m
talking to this really sweet,
funny, gorgeous girl and my mom
hands me this glorious piece of fan
She did. Was it really that
Of course. It was wise. It was
maternal. It was pensive and still
flowed straight from the heart.
Such a beautiful gesture. I’ll
treasure it forever.
Well it’s not everyday that one of
our dearest friends writes a book,
had to speak my heart back.
It took her like five hours to
Had enough ink for a day.
I told Adam once I got the pen
going I couldn’t stop.
I believe it, pure intention equals
pure stream of c flow.
Yeah, it felt like God was smiling
down on us.
As were the dragonflies.
That’s right. Mr. Chris always said
there was something so very special
A picture of the late Chris Buonvita from his college days,
looking very much like a modern Jesus with his long brown
hair, beard and passion illuminates a piece of the high,
The three are seated, drinking wine, conversing, dining on
Chicken Marsala. Scils tells some ridiculous cop stories.
I was like, "I’m taking the
position of the Great Gandhi with a
non-violent approach to this
Adam coughs up some up some of his wine.
He was like, "that’s it, that’s it
I can arrest you now. You didn’t
allow the free passage of another
citizen in public. Get up, you’re
goooooing to jail!!!
Piu vino, mamma?
Noooo. I gotta pick your sister up
at the airport and I’m running late
Scils get out of his chair.
You need to get to BWI before Lucy
starts blowing up your phone?
Scils and Mrs. Susan share a long, full hug. Mrs. Susan
holds her car keys and a wrapped gift box.
Bye Adam. Bye Tom, it was so great
seeing you. Tell your family we
Don’t forget to DVR Hannity and
Combs for me.
Yeah, it might slip my mind.
It better not. I’ll see you boys.
Mrs. Susan enters the garage, shuts the door. Buonvita turns
Wanna smoke a bowl?
MUSIC QUEUE: "THE STONE" by the Dave Matthews Band.
Adam opens a large World History textbook. The center of the
textbook has been carved out and there’s a massive bag of
Mexican brick pack weed inside. Adam pull out a little weed
and sparks the bowl. Smoke clouds the room. MOS Laughter.
SICKNESS LEVEL 90+
INT/EXT. SCILS’S VOLVO - NIGHT
Scils drives under a Gettysburg highway exit sign and puts
in a pinch of Apple Skoal. On his dashboard is picture of he
and Maggie playing beer pong, or as its known in Gettysburg
College, ruit. Scils grabs his phone and dials Maggie. He
gets Maggie’s voice mail, contemplates leaving a message,
then hangs up. Shortly thereafter, he gets a text. With
great anticipation, Scils picks up the phone and is quickly
deflated when he gets a message from "MOM" that reads,
"Don’t forget to take your pills every night. I want to see
you cross that stage in December. Lud you :)"
INT/EXT. WATER STREET - GETTYSBURG, PA - NIGHT
Scils crosses over some railroad tracks onto the Gettysburg
College campus. Beautiful, affluent-looking young women in
pastel sundresses and bros in pastel polos are plentiful,
crowding the illuminated streets.
EXT. SIK - NIGHT
Dudes are scattered on lawn chairs. Some drink Natty Lights,
others are smoking cigs and or packing lips. An old white
Volvo cruises up right up to the entrance, blaring "Pink
Cadillac" by Bruce Springsteen. A confident, intelligent
looking young man (21) looks on. He is DON LEEFER.
A short but muscular brother (20)--the kind of guy who will
both always have your back in a fight but be the last to
start it speaks. He is BOBBY REED.
You recognize that car?
Scils parks his car right in front of house despite the "No
Parking" sign and exits. An athletic, chill and disheveled
African-American (24) shouts with glee. He is BRANDON DELL.
Scils walks up to a big white frat house holding just a red
cooler. The Greek letters Sigma, Iota, Kappa stand above the
entrance. This is SIK. A collegian (21), string bean like in
stature, wearing a Polo and Nike golf hat calls out to
Scils. He is JIMBO.
Scils, where’s your stuff homie?
Scils taps on the cooler.
Kid shows up with no luggage. Just
a red cooler.
Total Scils move.
Those are the only kinds I make.
What’s up brothers?
Tom exchanges bro hugs with Jimbo and Leefer.
Bobby, you got a lipper?
Bobby tosses Scils a tin of Berry Skoal.
Scils packs up the tin and puts in a medium lip.
Scils. Is that a serious question?
INT. SIK - NIGHT
A large common room right inside the house entrance is a
huge mess. Scattered beer cans, empty bottles of liquor,
delivery food are plentiful and a few drunks are passed out
on the couches with exposed skin inked up by marker. This is
THE BLUE ROOM.
Scils stumbles up from the basement with his Orioles T-shirt
soaked in beer and phone by his ear. As he opens the
door, "Kissed by a Rose" by Seal blares from downstairs. He
walks to his room and gets Maggie’s voicemail.
Scils moves his stuff into his room, the only room in the
house adjacent to the blue room. He hangs an old school DMB
poster on his wall, puts a framed picture of he and some old
friends outside their pink beach house on his desk, pops one
of his Lithium pills and puts a large, red statue of the
Buddha on top of his book shelf. Then, he pulls some copies
of "Up All Fortnight" out of his book bag and puts them into
his book shelf. Finally, Scils grabs a basket full of CD’s
with cover on its jewel case and a letter marked “MAGGIE”
and places it on his desk.
INT. SIK - TWILIGHT
A group of frat boys sit around, smoking weed and playing
FIFA on the big screen. Scils shanks a close range shot. The
game ends shortly there after. Scils gets up and passes the
controller to Jimbo. Jimbo offers the bowl to Scils. He
takes a quick rip and continues to his room.
Scils checks his messages. "No new messages" appears on the
screen and he has no missed calls or texts. He calls
Maggie. A LOUD, SLOW, SCREECHING SOUND replaces the ring.
Scils enters, very confused and points to Jimbo.
Borrow your phone?
Jimbo pulls his phone out of his pocket and tosses it to
Scils dials Maggie’s digits from memory.
Hey who’s this?
Thomas, why didn’t you pick up when
I called you?
Didn’t know you called me.
Like three times, left you a
Scils looks at his phone, no voicemails.
I’m looking at my phone now. No
texts, no voice mails and my only
missed call was from my mom.
You have my word: nothing.
Well your phone was ringing every
time I called and I definitely
remember leaving you a message.
Well perhaps, despite being seven
years into the 21st century, cell
phone technology is not a perfect
science quite yet. Just come meet
me at SIK, we’ll throw some ruit,
pitch a middle school dance party,
catch up on everything.
I wish I could.
You’re not in Gettysburg anymore.
INT/EXT. MAGGIE’S ESCALADE - TWILIGHT
Maggie drives up the I-95.
My dad called and was like
"Margaret Sophia, you haven’t left
Gettysburg yet!?!? You need to come
home and get your beauty rest.
I had a gift for you.
Awww, you did? What was it?
A basket full of CDs with beautiful cover art on the jewel
case and a letter that says "Maggie" are revealed.
It was some Dave Matthews, Ben
Harper, Bob Marley and Dispatch
CDs. A little wall ornament that
said, "let us keep one another in
mind." And I wrote you an
interracial love poem.
It better be appropriate.
Of course it is. It’s related to
the music in your gift and sort of
a parody of your dad’s disapproval
of your former black boyfriend.
You’re strange. It’s okay. I like
Yeah. Lucky for you, I do too.
Wanna hear the poem?
How can I say no to that?
INT. SCIL’S ROOM - TWILIGHT
Tom begins his interracial love poem.
Marley’s music emancipated my
EXT. GETTYSBURG COLLEGE - CAMPUS - DAY
Students, most white and affluent, walk in all directions
through the bucolic campus. Scils wears a book bag and walks
amongst the crowd.
Harper’s lyrics brought my faith
out of hibernation.
INT. AIRPORT - DAY
Maggie stands in a terminal. Her flight for Italy begins
Boyd’s violin awoke the artist
EXT. GETTYSBURG CAMPUS - DAY
Scils packs a tiny lip of Skoal Classic and approaches a big
red building. This is SMUCKER HALL.
Carter’s drums gave my heart a
INT/EXT. AIRPLANE - DAY
Maggie sits between two large bearded men, nervously as the
plane lifts off.
Leroi’s saxophone lifted me up to
EXT. SMUCKER HALL - DAY
Scils passes Dell and gives him a fist pound.
All these men have black skin. I
have white skin. Yet, I still love
INT/EXT. AIRPLANE - DAY
Maggie stares at a tray of pasta and bread in front of her.
My daddy says, "my son is not
loving the music of a black guy."
INT. SMUCKER HALL - DAY
Scils enters the building and heads up a flight of stairs.
I say, "people can’t help whose
music they fall in love with."
INT/EXT. PLANE - NIGHT
Maggie puts on headphones and picks up her copy of "Up All
The fam may laugh at me but I
listen to the best music in human
INT. SMUCKER HALL - DAY
Scils approaches his classroom, Room 323.
SCILS (V.O) (CONT’D)
And those sweet chocolate sounds
drown out their pearly ignorance.
Scils’s greeted by a veteran professor (56) as he enters
She’s charcoal haired with a calm, placid voice and affect.
She is ALICE PORTER.
Tom, great to have you here with
us. Sit anywhere you can find a
The room has seminar style seating with a large table and
chairs on all sides. Scils spots a preppy girl with a "DG"
T-shirt and her hand on a seat, a couple bros with the Greek
letters "FIJI" on their sweatshirts and hippie kid with his
carry-all bag on a seat. From his blindside, he hears a
VOICE. Scils turns left to see a sexy, dirty blond vixen
with but a bright but often wavering mind on an empty seat.
She is ABBY GATES.
You can sit here if you’d like.
They both laugh out loud.
EXT. GETTYSBURG COLLEGE - QUAD - DAY
Scils and Abby stroll through campus and chat.
So glad we finally have a class
Yeah my cousins went here and said
I had to take it before I
Porter’s the best.
She seems very wise.
And pure. This is like my fifth
class with her.
When was your first, 1998?
This only my ninth semester, spare
Ha. Sooo, how was your summer?
It was pretty standard. Worked in
this cheesy Italian restaurant,
packed mad lips, ate Wawa subs
Yeah I waitressed. It was so
Have time to read any good books?
When I wasn’t serving up greasy
hamburgers and twenty five pieces
of flair? Yeah “The Mind/Body
Problem” was pretty sick. But not
nearly as sick as “Up All
Scils begins to pack up a tin of Skoal Frost.
I’m serious. I heard Becka
Milligan-Diaby’s teaching it in her
creative writing classes this
Yeah two classes. I’m pretty
Are you guys fucking?
How’d ja know? Sike, nah we’re not
boning but it’s definitely not an
Scils puts in a huge dip in his lower lip.
I think you could tap that if you
really wanted to.
She’s married, to a creative
With seventy three year old balls.
And four ex-wives but still, don’t
think I’m baaaaad enough.
INT. BREIDENBALL HALL - BECKA’S OFFICE - DAY
A pale and wan creative writing professor in her mid
thirties opens a notebook marked "TOMMY Scilipoti" and
stares at Scils with an adoring smile despite the fact that
he’s spitting tobacco juice into a Gatorade bottle. She is
That email you sent my classes
about buying the books from you was
Yeah I put in a fat lip of Grape
Kayak and basically shredded it.
Been feeling en fuego lately, the
flow’s been almost unprecedented.
Well hopefully it’ll land you
mainstream book deal this time.
The book jacket blurb exchange
Scils flexes his solar plexus.
Where have you been published
Marcus? Nah, those clown college
trustees are waaay too far up each
others’ assholes to see even
flashes of my primetime talent. I’m
Nah can’t. Not enough muses yet.
Actually, tryin to revisit my
"Children of God" story from last
semester, turn it into a half-hour
serial style TV pilot.
That could be very dangerous. I
fuckin love it.
Becka writes a few quick notes as Scils pitches the project
MOS. He’s very serious yet animated. Becka writes, "C of G:
Pilot", "Tommy Scilipoti", "Tommy Scilipoti" "Tommy S" then
she starts to dial-out, daydream as Scils finishes his
Basically Dazed and Confused meets
Rushmore in a co-ed Catholic School
at the turn of 21st century.
Brilliant. I love your Catholic
school stories. I feel like that
experience really developed your
sense of humor.
No diggity. Funniest four years of
my life. Gave me a sixth sense.
I don’t follow.
It gave me a sixth sense.
Scils turns to his left, smiles and nods to seemingly no
A sense of humor and irony.
Oh thank God! You scared me for a
second. Sometimes I can’t tell when
you’re being facetious.
Story of my life.
Becka begins to blush.
Are you upset Maggie’s gonna be
abroad all semester?
Well I’m definitely going to miss
her but I’m happy for her at the
same time, you know? I mean,
Florence should be an exceptionally
siiick experience for her.
Becka’s pale face continues to pinken.
Have you asked her to be your
What do you mean yet?
Tom please, if a girl makes it a
point to tell you that her mother
loves you and keeps asking her why
the two of you aren’t dating, I
think that’s a pretty clear sign
she wants you to ask her out.
Thomas, trust me, I know. There’s a
good reason why I couldn’t separate
you two as creative writing
Yeah. Why was that?
Because you were perfect together.
I mean, we’ve always had great
chemistry and I really do care
about her. I just don’t wanna fuck
it up by moving too fast. You feel
Well I’ve known Maggie since she
was a freshmen and know a lot about
you through creative writing and
your book. She’s been looking for a
guy that truly respects women and
has a great sense of humor. You
Yeah, I mean, I don’t doubt that we
have a great connection but why now
to start dating? She’s an ocean
away, all semester long.
All I’m saying is that girls are
subtle and if Maggie’s telling you
that her mother’s asking her why
the two of you aren’t dating, I’m
pretty darn sure she’s speaking for
both of them.
EXT. SIK - NIGHT
MUSIS QUEUE: "THROW SOME D’S" by RICH BOY
Leefer cruises in front of SIK in a luxury car. Brother
Reed stands near the end of the street and puts his thumbs
up. Scils and Dell roll up trashcans and quickly put a
couple kegs inside the cans. Leefer drives away, Scils and
Dell start to roll the cans up the entrance.
LATER A line of people approach the house entrance as a group of
young preppy girls exit. Music blares from inside. A group
of freshmen dudes try to get in.
Come on dude, we know Leefer.
A lot of people know Leefer.
We’re thinking about pledging.
Where are your girls?
Abby walks past the freshmen en route to the entrance, they
point to her.
Ha. It’s past your bedtime kids.
Dell flashes the freshmen bros a peace sign.
We follow Abby as she enters the house.
INT. SIK - BLUE ROOM - NIGHT
The spacious room is very crowded, people are smoking a
hookah by the TV. Several others are standing up and
conversing with solo cups. Some burnout looking kids
approach Reed and simulate smoking a bowl. He points to
Scils’s door. Hard BELLY LAUGHS can be heard from outside
He was like "I’ll let you off the
hook this time but next time I see
ya, you’re goooooing to jail!"
A stocky, blond sophomore bursts out of the door, unable to
control his laughter. He is MIKEY O’NEIL. A huge cloud of
smoke pours out of Scils’s room as he and a few younger
looking collegians exit. Scils looks up to see Abby looking
right at him with enchanted eyes through her dark Ray Ban
Oh my God, this is too much right
Scils draws close. Abby’s jaw is locked, her eyes aglow.
What are you on shrooms? E?
Abby whispers in Scils’s ear.
I’m coked out of my mind.
I honestly, probably couldn’t even
tie my shoes right now.
Laughter ensues all around. Scils steps closer to Abby. Her
jaw is locked but her eyes are luminous. Scils assumes a
Soooo...how do you our art class?
I fucking sweat it.
Are you beginning to see timeless,
preternatural beauty in every
waking moment, even the seemingly
Fuck yeah. I see tides turning.
Sure feels that way.
POV ABBY. Hallucination: an azure ocean tide begins turning
above Scils’s head.
No I told you, I’m coked out of my
mind. I am literally seeing tides
turning right above your head when
I look at you! It’s crazy, hahaha.
The tide reaches a peak then begins to rescind.
INT. SIK - SCIL’S ROOM - DAY
Scils enters holding a paper with a grade of "A" and a
comment "great work". He puts it on his desk and his book
bag to the side. He grabs Maggie’s CD basket from his
desktop and puts one in a portable CD player.
MUSIC QUEUE: "Waiting on Angel" by Ben Harper.
Almost ritualistically, Scils opens his window, turns on his
fan, puts a baggie over the smoke alarm, reaches past his
pills for a Baltimore Ravens lighter, pulls out a big bag of
weed from his red cooler and begins blazing. Scils lays back
in his bed, meditating and laughing to himself.
I see tides turning.
EXT. OCEAN CITY - BEACH - DAYScils walks alongside the ocean tide and chats with Maggie
on his phone.
What surprised you the most about
"Up All Fortnight"?
I didn’t expect it to be nearly as
INT. SCILIPOTI HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
Scils plays his father a voicemail. Italian, silver haired
and very fit, he is CARLO SCILIPOTI.
We were by the pool and we were
talking about your book and our
friendship and how special they
That girl likes you.
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY
Maggie chats with Scils on the sidelines of her five year
old brother’s game.
I see tides turning.
My mom like loves you. She read
your letter and was like was
showing it to all my friends.
I see tiiiiiddees
INT. SIK - SCIL’S ROOM - NIGHT
Scils thumbs through an album full of pictures of he and
Maggie from a creative writing class party. The room is
filled with smoke.
LATER - SUNRISE
Scils logs into Facebook. He takes a pregnant pause then
confidently changes his relationship status to "In an open
relationship with" and types in "Margaret Sophia Cross". A
message appears that says his status will be awaiting
confirmation from Maggie Cross.
INT. SMUCKER HALL - ROOM 323
Scils walks into his class simulating "kayaking" with a log
of Grape Kayak smokeless tobacco, wearing a huge grin and
sunglasses. There are no seats next to Abby so he sits
across from her. She looks really sad, broken, depressed and
can barely even look up.
What Homer is suggesting in his
exceptionally epic poem, The
Odyssey is that every end is
followed by a new beginning. But
The class looks hesitant. They chat quietly amongst
themselves in search of an answer--an homage to the opening
scene in Rushmore. Scils raises his hand.
Maybe because time has a cyclical
nature, you know?
I think I know what you’re getting
at but please, unpack it for us.
Winter, spring, summer and fall,
over and over and over, the cycle
never stops. We’re born, we live,
we die and then we begin anew. The
worldview doesn’t matter, the
wheels keep spinning. The Earth
keeps recycling everything. Clearly
the world isn’t flat and maybe just
maybe time isn’t either.
Abby can barely muster a weak smile.
Sometimes it really amazes me that
you’re still here.
EXT. GETTYSBURG COLLEGE - DAY
Scils waits for Abby outside of Smucker Hall.
Incredibly unsick weekend. I need
to douse myself in holy water,
swear off blow for good.
Abby lights up a cigarette
Probably a wise decision.
Can’t deal with the lows. I’m still
recovering from this huge bender,
blacked out basically Tuesday
through Saturday and, for the last
two days, I just stayed in my room
and didn’t speak to anyone. I was
really starting to scare myself.
Jah definitely feel you.
Not speaking for anyone for days?
Laying in absolute darkness?
That’s the yin and yang of
serotonin. You know that train that
always passes through Gettysburg in
Oh my God, it’s so fucking
Every time I hear it pass I’m
reminded of the Spring Semester of
my sophomore year.
Because everyday that semester I
thought about throwing myself in
front of that train.
The two exchange teary, empathetic eye contact.
Honestly, if I missed a day without
that fantasy, it would have been
Scils puts in a fat lip of Grape Kayak.
Depression can be really scary
sometimes. You just gotta remember
that you are not your thoughts,
especially when you’re depressed.
Not according to Descartes.
Cognito Ergo Sum is bullshit. It
should really be, I have a
heartbeat, therefore I am and
underneath that bright, creative,
serotonin-spun mind is a kind,
exceptional heart that treats
people optimally and thus, deserves
the best life has to offer.
Scils spits tobacco juice on the grass.
But my thoughts were so dark.
Serotonin imbalances make that
inevitable. Just remember
sweetheart, that the morning light
follows even the darkest night.
Except during an Alaskan winter.
But even that ends with spring and
a supernova of celestial light.
I love you.
Love you too. You know Maggie
Yeah she’s really sweet.
I asked her to be my girlfriend
Well, what did she say?
I’m thinking yes, just waiting for
confirmation via Facebook.
Oh that’s pretty random. Well,
INT. SCILS’S ROOM - DUSK
Scils logs onto Facebook. His relationship status says
simply "in an open relationship".
MUSIC QUEUE: "SANDSTORM" by Darude.
Scils types in "Margaret Sophia Cross". Her page says,
"single". Activity from 9.11.07 reads "Margaret Sophia Cross
and Justin Sturdevant are now friends"
MONTAGE OF SHOTS
Scils reaches into his red cooler, pulls out a nugget of
weed from a big bag and an apple.
Scils opens up Microsoft Word and begins typing a furious
pace. The title "Children of God" appears at the top. Smoke
fills the air.
Scils smokes out of his apple toker and types once again a
furious pace. He logs onto to Facebook and sees that
Maggie’s has commented on a friend’s wall post and added a
pic from Italy.
Scils lays back on his bed, reflecting, meditating. He gets
up, walks back to his desk, and opens his top left drawer.
He bypasses his pills in exchange for a big, fat blunt.
A group of pledges in white T-shirts and jeans do jumping
jacks. Scils weaves through them with his log of Kayak and
simulates "kayaking" around them
Night turns into morning. Tommy wanders campus barefoot in a
Scils is pitching an intramural softball game and can’t stop
laughing from the mound
Scils holds court with the pledges and rants with a
Night become morning. Tommy’s light stays on all night.
INT. BRIEDENBAUGH HALL - DAY
Becka underlines a passage from a paper and writes, "cliche
fest". She checks her watch, 12:12. Then she checks her
appointment book to see "Tommy Scilipoti. C of G. Noon". She
continues reading, briefly then pops a Prozac. Shortly
thereafter, a text. "Mom, can u pick me up at school? Almost
killed a bitch. Fifteen day suspension lol." Becka looks
horrified and pops two more Prozacs. Then Becka’s phone
starts ringing and she looks terrified to pick up as the
name "Mac Bryant" and a picture of "Lumberg" from Office
Space pops on the screen. A unique family picture of her
adopted biracial daughters and elderly husband in a casino
hangs in the background, no one with a wholesome
All-American smile nor the same facial expression.
EXT. BATTLEFIELDS - DAY
Scils walks through battlefields, mumbling to himself.
Tourists look on with confusion and trepidation. Scils opens
his fanny pack and grabs his phone. He sees a text from
"Becka". It reads, "Missed another meeting, Thomas!"
Scils is on the college’s student and teacher directory
(CNAV). He pulls up Becka’s schedule to see she has a class
from 3:00-4:15. He checks his phone "3:33".
INT. LIBRARY - BASEMENT - DAY
Scils prints out several colorful pages amongst an impatient
crowd of collegians.
INT. BRIEDENBALL - CLASSROOM - DAY
Students stand as Becka gives some final instructions.
Don’t forget your creative
nonfiction pieces are due this
Friday and remember, the theme is
Scils enters the class holding a huge stack of staped
It appears we have a special guest.
Tom Scilipoti, what are you doing
Passing out study guides for "Up
All Fortnight"! Sadly, based on a
Scils starts handing stacks to the students.
No you’re not.
Scils passes out more study guides.
Pass the study guides back to me
when you get them.
Sike, keep them. You’ll get ten
points extra credit.
The classroom is empty. Becka takes a quick look at the
My students already have a lot of
work for this class. I don’t think
we’re gonna be able to use this.
It’s just a reading supplement. No
work is required.
We never discussed this because you
keep ducking our meetings, Thomas.
Um, it’s kind of a funny story.
Yeah well it was hilarious for me
too, wasting my time waiting in
vain for you to show up. Are your
sample pages of Children of God at
I’ll email you what I got. Straight
Please do. And don’t show up to my
class unannounced ever again.
Scils is stung by the decree and contemplates his response.
I do what I want.
CONTINUE MANIC MONTAGE:
Scils walks through town, wearing a fanny pack and snapping
Scils nears the Gettysburg Peace Light and talks into a
little choice recorder MOS.
Scils walks out of a private "film study" room in the
library, holding a VHS of "Showgirls" and wearing a look of
moral guilt as he zips up his pants.
Scils bakes his room, creeps Maggie’s page--more recent
activities, then checks his emails. At the top is an email
from Becka, titled, "Today’s Visit".
Tom, I can’t work with you until
you get treatment. You must
understand, my mother’s mania is
not something I ever like to
BECKA (O.S) (cont’d)
revisit and the missed
appointments, today’s cameo, and
the writing sample...none of it is
working for me at all.
Instantly, Scils begins typing a reply.
INT. BREIDENBALL HALL - OFFICE - DAY
Becka reads Scils’s email with unease, she’s near the
But you’re a busy women whom I
still love and I want you to
remember two things.
INT. SIK - SCIL’S ROOM - NIGHT
Scils stream of conscious flows some sentences on his key
1, Don’t take yourself too
seriously. Recall the sixth sense
of humor and the empirical fact
that everybody farts. 2,
INT. BREIDENBALL HALL - OFFICE - DAY
Becka reads on with horror. We follow her eyes through the
sentence, "belittling Tom Scilipoti is usually not (as
history shows) a very wise choice." Her face turns bright
red, overcome with anxiety. She pops a Prozac, re-reads #2,
then scrolls a paper with important college phone numbers
and stops at "Counseling".
INT. SIK - SCIL’S ROOM - DAY
Scils blazes out of his apple toker and blows the hits out
of his window.
EXT. THE QUAD - DAY
Scils walks through campus laughing like a hyena.
INT. DR. WILSON’S OFFICE - DAY
Scils sits on a couch and speaks with a short, savvy school
psychologist (73). He is DOCTOR WILSON.
So Thomas, we meet again. Do you
have any idea as to why you’re in
my office this morning?
Honestly Doctor Wilson, I’m inching
toward nirvana and no one else can
You couldnt’ve given me a worse
From a clinical perspective.
So life’s mysteries are always
reduced to hard science and
whatever a doctor says is ultimate?
Scils stares at a giant, framed, autographed picture of
Don’t feel like going there with
you right now but you’ve got people
worried. Especially your creative
To be great is to be misunderstood,
You’re very hypo-manic, honestly on
the brink of crossing over to full
blown mania, skipping all of your
classes and Becka Milligan-Diaby is
refusing to work with you. That’s
your definition of greatness, Tommy
Becka’s refusing to work with me?
You sound surprised.
I’m her favorite student.
Seriously, why is she refusing to
work with me?
I think you can piece it together.
They took her off her Prozac?
Said you threatened her.
Really, you didn’t make an explicit
threat via email?
Threat? Forgive me for not taking
this conversation seriously.
So she’s lying? I saw the email,
Thomas. I could see why she might
be worried for her safety.
Spaaaaaaare me! Neither of you two
low tier elite scholars could see
the implicit message of the
Taking yourself too seriously,
belittling me, means you’re getting
made fun of in my next book, as
I could sense that. As history
shows, right? But Becka kept
insisting that people should never
take anything that’s within
parentheses as valid and she also
mentioned that you were uh, scaring
She’s just trying to demonize me
because I’m bipolar and jeopardized
her power by passing out study
guides. Scaring her students? Goooo
All I’m saying is that we’re
sensitized by the Virginia Tech
killings. Can’t take threats
lightly, especially in the creative
So you think I’m going to shoot up
the school, right? That’s what
you’re implying? That I’m a be the
next cautionary tale about letting
a lunatic roam free on a college
campus? Clearly youz didn’t absorb
Up All Fortnight! It’s about loving
people unconditionally, laughing in
the face of tragedy and riding the
waves of our destinies with sunlit
smiles. But still, my next opus is
Virginia Tech changed the game
Scils and it’s not just Becka
Doctor Wilson tries to interject but Scils continues his
Oh really? Yeah its cool, I have a
DSM I-IV official mental illness.
Go right ahead, strip me of my
dignity, pretend like I don’t have
a soul, say I was scaring people
and instantly make a million
converts! Becka writes a fucked up
book about wanting to kill herself
on mother’s day and here’s a little
spoiler alert, one of her adopted
bi-racial daughters whacks her
young white male love interest
instead! Scils writes about
triumphing over adversity, and
somehow he’s the threat? Oh my God
mommy I was so scared at school
today! What happened, Trevor? Some
super senior whose book we’re
reading in English 205 came to our
classroom at the end of class out
of breath, wearing a Grateful Dead
shirt, pajama pants, and
Birkenstocks as he passed out study
guides for his book! Oh my gosh
mother, I’ve never been so scared
before in all my life! I’ll be sure
to thank the good Lord every single
night for sparing me from his
wrath! And I’ll be forever indebted
to my creative writing teacher for
confiscating his study guides of
Anybody that truly knows you knows
you’re as harmless as they come.
But nothing! Becka betrayed my
So laugh it off.
Aha. I’ll apologize to her first
thing tomorrow morning, in a Cho
INT. SIK -
The room’s clouded with smoke. Reed and two other brothers
pass around a bubbler. One is tall, unkempt, grizzled. He is
SAM. The other is short and portly. He is HEALY. Leefer
enters, takes in a big breath.
We follow the smoke to
Scils lays back with his hands behind his head, staring up
into the ceiling. His phone starts RINGING. Arts and crafts
waste for a mask rests on his desk. The phone screen reads
"Doctor Wilson" and he lets it ring to voice mail.
Scils continues to stare up at the ceiling. Suddenly, the
dots on the ceiling begin to resemble a bust of Jim
Morrison! The figure dissolves into a cartoonish effigy of
Richard Nixon shaking his finger. Scils looks like he’s
tripping major ball sack--tense, tweaked and otherworldly.
Scils puts his head into his pillow and when he looks up
again, a life size hallucination of the Dalai Lama folds his
hands and slowly moves down from the ceiling to embrace him.
Get out of my room Dalai Lama.
INT. U of FIRENZE - DORMS - NIGHT
Maggie checks her email and opens a recent one from
"TomKick2". It reads " a lil help for your confirmation
decision" and there’s a word doc attached titled "A Real
Question". The beginning has her Chi O sorority symbol
alongside the SIK crest, then Scils’s feedback from Maggie’s
creative writing class story, "Unexpected Admiration". The
text reads, "Helped take an obese male from the middle class
to a previously foreign world--the land of 1% riches, snobby
lax moms and bulimia nervosa." Maggie scrolls through the
I need to rescue from this beast of
bulimia! People can’t tame beasts
alone and in the dark. I know from
experience, if you know what I
Maggie is intuitively troubled by this pitch.
You’re literally one of the
shweetest people I’ve ever met, so
very special and deserve the help
you need to slay this fierce, fiery
dragon of bulimia nervosa.
Maggie scrolls through a few pages of text to a picture of a
drunk dude in a Fairfield sweatshirt.
Would you rather see more of me or
this fucking guy? If me, check your
Facebook message inbox and confirm
my open relationship request.
Maggie appears very worried and perplexed. She stairs at her
fridge, then purges on leftover pizza and fries. Afterwords,
she rushes to her bathroom, sticks her finger down her
throat with ease, like a reflex and begins vomiting.
INT. SIK - BLUE ROOM - NIGHT
Complete darkness except for the flat screen and frequent
lighters. Fog of marijuana smoke. Scils enters from his room
rocking a fanny pack and euphoric glow.
I smell mary-ju-wanna.
Scils? You get some sleep yet bro?
How can I sleep when I’m awakening
so many muses?
Got any more boomer’s Scils?
No, I don’t have any boomers, Dell.
Just fucking treasure chests full
of five star pitches!
Scils speed walks to the exit.
Scils. Wait, where are you going
I have to return some DVDs.
POV Scil--en route to Bream Gym, consistently mumbling to
himself, clearly tweaking, holding "TEEN WOLF", "A CLOCKWORK
ORANGE" and "AS GOOD AS IT GETS" DVDs. Scils enters
INT. MUSSLEMAN LIBRARY - NIGHT
Otherworldly, tripping Scils slides the DVD’s in the return
slot. He stares in the vast crowd, shakes, is frightened and
speed walks out.
INT/EXT. LINCOLN STREET - NIGHT
POV Car Passengers. Scils tweeks hard and constantly mumbles
to himself. A full Honda Civic passes him and all the townie
passengers point and laugh profusely.
INT. BREAM GYM - NIGHT
Scils walks to the weight room. He sees 45s on each side of
the bench, slides in and begins benching. Quickly, as Scils
stares at the ceiling, he is revisited by a cartoonish
Richard Nixon waving his finger at him.
INT. SIK - BLUE ROOM - NIGHT
"24" credits roll. Scils enters. Reed gets a good look at
Scils’s crazed face, and becomes very nervous and worried.
Scils looks back at Reed, whose eyes appear goblin-like.
You feeling okay Scils?
Scils scans the room, everyone’s eyes appear distorted,
scary goblin like. Reed speaks MOS. Dell lips "sweet fanny
pack" and giggles in slow motion.
MUSIC QUEUE: "Lie in Our Graves" by DMB.
Scils has an auditory hallucination of the song. Jimbo hits
on the light.
I can’t believe that we would lie
in our graves wondering if we’d
spent our living days well.
It’s a line from a DMB song.
Scils walks toward his room.
I can’t believe that we would lie
in our graves wondering if we’d
spent our living days well. It’s
poignant, it’s poetic it would go
good on my epitaph.
Scils ignores his loud, concerned friends and heads straight
into his room.
INT. SIK - NIGHT JIMBO’S ROOM
The brothers sit around, blazing a bowl.
Dudes, he’s not gonna kill himself.
I definitely think there’s a risk
there, Snake Eyes.
Dudes, do you know Scils? Chillest
kid ever. No way he’s going
hari-kari tonight. Except maybe if
he gets waxed on the ruit table.
Yeah well I’m at least under the
impression that chill people don’t
exactly stop sleeping and start
wandering all over Gettysburg in a
fanny pack, backwards goofy ass
hat, consistently mumbling
"esoteric wisdom" to themselves.
Leefer rips the bowl.
I really think he’s just tripping
Scils steps out of his room and begins to draw on his door.
First he draws a big diamond.
I mean maybe, but I think that
makes him even more unpredictable
and dangerous. Never thought I’d
ask this but, Leefer, what’s the
number to S & S.?
1-800 "SPARE ME". He’s just going
crazy from smoking all this weed
and not taking his head meds. A
case of Natty, a dose of melatonin,
a little Lithium, a little ruit and
he’ll fine today.
Next, Scils writes a circled cross with 9.13.07 below. Then,
the phrase "God Bless Dupey".
Dudes, we’re degens with high SAT
scores, not MDs.
Leefer tosses Drunk Reed his Blackberry.
It’s under Pete North DPS.
Dudes, we don’t narc in this house.
See the sign.
JIMBO points to a picture with a bunch of rats and a "no"
Dell starts ripping the bowl.
If saving my brother’s life is
ratting, consider me Master
Cuz I’m the biggest rat you’ll ever
Scils lays on his bed, hands behind his head. He looks up at
the ceiling and begins hallucinating again. A army of little
Buddha heads cover the ceiling. First they all smile but
suddenly they assume scary, menacing frowns and demeanors as
if they were hazing him.
Leefer and Reed walk to Scils’s door. Reed sees what
resembles an epitaph on the door and knocks fast and
Scils! Scils! Scils!
Three LOUD BANGS on the door.
Who art though?
Thou art thy brother.
Thou art thy brother. Let us in
Scils, we finally finished Up All
Scils, it was fucking brilliant
dude-- most Catholic girl
ever...HJ’s on the first night,
dome on the second and sex on the
third, thus forming a Holy Trinity.
You’re a legend sir.
False Scils. Heroes come and go,
but legends never die. And I do
believe that "smooth seas do not
make skilful sailors."
Scils smiles from outerspace like a senior citizen with
dementia--warm from the love but also warm cuz he’s
currently drowining in undies full of poop.
Sick references bros but I’m
feeling waayyyyy to shitty right
We reveal a portly fellow, tweeking in his bed with a big
brown stain underneath most of this night star sheets.
Everybody feels shitty sometimes.
We’re on your side Scils, we
fucking love you bro, it’s us just
Open up Scils!
Sorry boys, gotta take care of some
shit first. Come back after
INT. SIK - SCILS’S ROOM - NIGHT Scils blares "Sandstorm" and does a make shift clean of his
room and puts the shitty sheets in a corner. Suddenly, a
S & S OFFICER (O.S)
Safety and Security.
Scils frantically checks his desk and drawers for weed.
Umm, what’s up?
S & S OFFICER (O.S)
May we come in?
Um, not without a warrant.
Leefer, Reed and a pale, elderly security officer wait
anxiously outside Scils’s door. He is OFFICER GRAY.
He’s a huge libertarian.
I’m the house president.
I can let anyone into your room.
Really Leefer? Is that a law?
The school owns our house so yes it
actually kind of is.
Spare me. You ain’t an enlightened
eccentric, you ain’t entering this
You heard me.
Scils! Open up or I’ll do it for
Leefer slides his key in, Scils opens the door.
Your buddies called us because
they’re concerned about your
Well I’m glad they care about me
enough to reach out to you guys but
trust me, it’s a false alarm. Good
Scils tries to shut the door gently. Leefer blocks it.
Scils, this isn’t a joke.
It is to me. I’m cleaning my room
in peace and now S & S is outside
That’s because you’re friends are
worried your life’s in danger.
Why would they think that?
They said you said something about
putting Dave Matthews lyrics on
Why would someone speak so openly
about death? Oh yeah, now I
remember. Love and death are the
most timeless, universally
resonating themes in art.
That may or may not be true.
Ok well your friends reported a
suicide threat and I see you’ve
inscribed an epitaph on your door?
Oh that. That’s a promo for my new
film "God Bless Dupey". It’s about
an eccentric family and Sally
Field’s playing the lead.
And Ben Franklin wrote his epitaph
when he was 13. He killed himself
right after that, right?
No, he went onto to become a
And a Trans-Atlantic pimp. So would
you say that Ben Franklin’s epitaph
was more of a suicide note or a
mantra for how he was going to live
the rest of his long, ridiculously
I’d say the latter but you’ve got a
lot of people worried. I think you
should come with us.
I’ve been told you haven’t slept
since Sunday morning.
Now that is true.
Any particular reason why you
haven’t been sleeping?
Well it’s like William Blake said,
"If the doors of perception were
but cleansed, everything would
appear as it really is, infinite".
I feel like my doors of perception
have been cleansed recently,
allowing me to see the world with
new eyes and reducing the need for
I also haven’t exactly been taking
my prescribed doses of Lithium.
You’ve been prescribed Lithium?
Bipolar disorder. It’s a mental
Oh, oh okay. Well this starting to
make a lot more sense now. Well
would you say you need some sleep?
I know I need some sleep.
Alrighty. Well, what I’m going to
do is call Doctor Shipley from
counseling and she’s gonna come and
have a little chat with you.
Can you call Doctor Wilson instead?
He knows me all too well.
He’s not on call tonight.
I think you should call him anyway.
It’ll be a big help. Trust me.
Grab your stuff. Maybe something to
read and we’ll meet you outside.
Um, I really need to talk to Doctor
Doctor Shipley will suffice.
But she’s a stranger.
Scils, you need sleep bro. Go with
Seriously Scils, go. Trust us, it’s
for the best.
So you take me to the hospital,
they medicate me, I get a good
night’s sleep and then I’m back in
That’s the plan.
Scils pauses, scans the room, Leefer and Reed nod their
Alright fine, but can I check
INT/EXT. S & S WAGON - NIGHT
Officer Gray drives up Lincoln Street. In the backseat,
Scils looks very sad, deflated as he speaks to a focused,
serene counselor (58) MOS. She is DOCTOR SHIPLEY. By his
side is a small journal, a long handwritten letter, a copy
of Up All Fortnight and a Buddhist figurine--the Bodhisattva
INT. GETTYSBURG GENERAL - NIGHT HOSPITAL BED
Scils lays impatiently on a tiny cot. The curtains open and
a thin, weathered nurse in her early forties enters. She is
Mr. Scilipoti, I’m Tara. I’ll be
one of your primary caregivers.
Nurse Dove slides a blood pressure machine up to Scils.
Gonna do a couple tests. Ask a
couple questions, k?
Go for it.
Scils nods and closes his eyes. He sees an orb of red light.
Nurse Dove holds a bp cuff.
Okay, right or left?
Right or left?
Depends on the issue.
Shoosh-mortion left, War on Drugs?
In David Simon I trust. Dick
Cheney, wish God would’ve slayed
him by his seventh heart attack.
Bush’s got a good heart, would love
to pack a lip with him just
would’ve preferred if he still ran
the Texas Rangers instead of the
Nurse Dove rolls up Scils’s sleeve, applies the cuff and
Now I’m gonna ask you a few
questions now, as required by
Pennsylvania State Law. K?
Do you have an immediate plan to
end your life?
Scils winces. Nurse Dove relieves pressure from the cuffs.
Any recent thoughts of suicide?
Have you been feeling especially
depressed lately? Feelings of
hopelessness, inertia, lack of
interest in activities once
enjoyed, like sex?
Sex ain’t a pastime, sweetheart.
So yes or no?
I’ve actually been feeling the
polar opposite of depressed. That’s
why I haven’t slept in four days!
The BP machine clicks.
133 over 81. Not terrible.
Nurse Dove checks "no" on her list.
Any thoughts of harming yourself or
Have you consumed any drugs in the
last 24 hours?
I know exactly where this legally
binding inquisition is going so I’m
gonna save us all a lot of time.
You can check "NO" for all signs of
Nurse Dove looks down at a long list on her clipboard,
marked "SUICIDE RISK ASSESSMENT" but does not follow Scils’s
I’m not depressed, I’m manic. The
polar opposite state of mind. And
when you speak a million words in
one bender, some of your words
inevitably sound crazy and get
misread. Definitely the case here.
I was promised sleep tonight, so if
you could just go ahead bring me a
buffet of sedatives that would be
I’d have to get authorization from
the doctor first.
Do it. Seriously, do it.
A bald doctor (48) with a wild and mostly grey beard scrolls
through a report. He is DOCTOR REICH. He points
to "Manic-Depressive", "Cannabis Abuse", "Erratic
Behavior", "Suicide Risk", then nods with confidence as if
he just solved the mystery.
The blinds open and Doctor Reich enters.
So, I understand your buddies were
pretty worried about you.
Some of them were, yes.
Worried you were going to kill
To be great is to be misunderstood
Said you haven’t been sleeping
That part is true. The suicide
threat was a false alarm.
Not according to your report.
Well that information,
unfortunately, is not a primary
Really? It’s based on eye witness
No one can eyewitness my mind but
its beholder! I’m giving you my
word, I have no intentions of
terminating my life. My one and
only wish is to be sleeping right
now. So if you could please give me
medicine that’ll be a good start.
I could. Not saying I would.
Why the fuck not?
You’re being evaluated.
So you’re not going to give me
medicine to help me go to sleep?
I’ve been up for almost four
You’re on suicide watch.
Something tells me you’re actually
being serious right now which is
Here in the State of Pennsylvania
we take threats of suicide very
But your whole state’s a joke.
I take it you find suicide to be
I mean, a failed suicide can be
I’m gonna take your blood pressure
Already got it. 133 over 81.
Perhaps you misheard me.
The doctor rolls up Scils’s right sleeve and discovers some
brown fluid on his arm.
The doctor inspects further, takes a few sniffles.
What’s it smell like?
The doctor takes one more good whiff.
Could you please explain to me why
exactly there’s fecal matter spread
out all over your right arm?
Well around the eighty eighth
consecutive hour I spent without
sleep I really had to shit and I
felt temporarily paralyzed and it
was my room and we live in a free
country so I went.
But you had a choice to go the
Not that simple, doctor. It’s like
Sophie’s choice, theoretically she
had a choice but, in reality, the
notion of choice is really just a
You had a concrete choice to go to
Ever been up for eighty eight
straight hours? You don’t know that
with experiential certainty.
Are you questioning me?
Does it seem that way?
Nurse Dove enters.
Mr. Scilipoti, you have a phone
Doctor Reich records some notes.
Take his blood pressure for me
Already got it.
I’m sorry. I don’t recall asking.
Doctor Reich exits.
Bring some sedatives.
Nurse Dove hands Scils a portable phone. He rolls up his
right sleeve and presents his feces free left arm.
Nurse Dove applies the cuff, begins pumping.
MRS. SCILIPOTI (O.S.)
Hey baby cakes.
MRS. SCILIPOTI (O.S)
How are you feeling?
Honestly mom, not good. I feel
weird. I’m seeing things, I’m
thinking about raising the funds to
put a tee-pee over my frat house,
my mind is on fire and I definitely
can’t put it out solo.
MRS. SCILIPOTI (O.S)
I know. I’ve been waking up at 3AM
again. Your father’s buying our
tickets home as we speak.
Mom, your 25th anniversary is
waaaay more important than this.
I’ll be fine, just convince the
doctor to give me sleep meds.
MRS. SCILIPOTI (O.S)
Thomas, you came out of my belly
and I’d give everything to hop in a
portal and be at your side right
now, but I can’t. I can’t.
Mrs. Scilipoti starts balling.
Mom, you’re always with me because
I carry you in my heart.
I do too, baby cakes.
I honestly just need a little sleep
medicine and I’ll be fine today.
I’ll pass out, wake with the
sunrise and start crushing my
MRS. SCILIPOTI (O.S)
It’ll come true.
Why did you stop taking your
I didn’t totally stop taking it.
But Thomas, you’re manic.
Oh I’m aware. Honestly mom, I
wanted to be more creative and I
was getting high a lot.
Thomas, you know weed doesn’t react
well with your brain medicine. In
fact, it acts horribly.
I’m finding that out the hard way,
once again. I just wish somebody in
this hospital would believe my
story and sedate me. Everybody is
convinced that I’m suicidal,
MRS. SCILIPOTI (O.S.)
So you haven’t had any suicidal
thoughts at all?
Mom, I’m not suicidal. I haven’t
even had one depressing thought in
the last three weeks.
MRS. SCILIPOTI (O.S)
You’re not suicidal at all?
I swear on poppy’s grave that I’m
at the exact opposite end of the
MRS. SCILIPOTI (O.S.)
I believe you, honey.
Thanks. Hopefully, you and dad’ll
be waking me up tomorrow night.
I hope so. I’ll be sending you all
the reiki I can give.
LATER Nurse Dove removes the blinds to Scils’s bed, alongside a
sweet, elderly nurse. She is NURSE SWEENEY.
Sorry honey, we’re gonna have to
I’m being released?
No, you’re being transferred.
To a new hospital?
To the seclusion room. Sorry honey.
So we can keep a closer eye on you,
That would be hilarious, if I
didn’t think you were serious.
I’m afraid we are.
Sorry young man, doctor’s orders.
How is that clown licensed to
That’s a loaded question. One I
have no intentions of answering.
We brought some hygienic wipes to
get you cleaned up.
Nurse Sweeney presents a case of hygienic wipes.
A tall, hulkish security guard (43) stands close as Scils
begins to undress. He is DOUG.
You seriously have to watch me do
It is required, by law.
Don’t stare at my wiener.
Scils exits the bathroom in a blue garment. Several dirty
hygienic wipes litter the trashcan. He walks alongside Doug
and Nurse Sweeney to the
Only a pillow and small blanket align the floor.
Wow. One pillow, a rock hard floor,
and no sedatives. Wake me up if I
hibernate through the weekend!
Scils lays on the floor, struggling in vain to quiet his
mind. Nurse Sweeney keeps a hawk eye on him, taking notes
INT. GETTYSBURG GENERAL - DAY -
Morning has broken. A pale and wan young woman in her mid
twenties approaches Dr. Reich. She is DEB.
He’s very unpredictable. So if you
perceive a threat, yell "Green"
Deb enters with a clipboard, Scils sits up slightly.
My name is Deb. I’m a crisis
counselor for Adams County. Do you
have any idea as to why I might be
here this morning?
Yes, because this hospital severely
lacks sound clinical judgment and
is convinced that I’m suicidal.
No, I’m here because there’s a
perceived threat of your suicide.
Perceived is the key word there
sweetheart and unfortunately, for
all you sleuths, it’s just not
accurate, on any level.
Not according to your report.
The report is flagrantly
misleading. The God’s honest truth
is that I have a great life that I
don’t want to see and especially
won’t try to end abruptly.
Well if there’s a perceived threat,
there has to be truth to it.
False, not all perceptions reflect
reality. For example, you may
perceive that everything on that
report is factual and I’ve been
plotting to cut my life up into
pieces and take my last resort
since Sunday. Unfortunately, that
perception just does not reflect
reality whatsoever so there’s
absolutely no truth in it.
Um, I’ve been told you’ve been
doing a lot of pot.
As were the people that perceived
my threat of suicide!
Do you realize that marijuana is an
Someone who speaks like that has a
less than zero percent chance of
breaking through to me. I’d like a
new counselor. Someone more
veteran, established please.
That won’t be possible.
I’m actually pretty curious, where
did you get your AA in crisis
I got my BA in crisis intervention
management with honors from
I think you’re being sarcastic but
I don’t care. Ima keep doing my
job. And you should be sooo, sooooo
happy to be stuck with me.
Deb thumbs through her notes.
Sooo, how were you planning on
Getting to my Senior Seminar at 8?
I was hoping I would no longer be
held in captivity against my will.
No. How were you planning on doing
It? Can you be a little more
How were you planning on killing
I wasn’t planning on killing
myself! You stupid Pennsyltucky
Green! Green! Oh my God, green!
Doctor Reich, Doug and the male nurses enter.
You’re being evaluated to see if
you need admission to a psychiatric
You commit me, I’ll sue your bitch
You’re a danger to yourself.
Alright God! Sure thing God!
Anything you say God! You have
divine powers and reign over all!
Doctor Reich grabs Scils’s arm forcefully.
Scils shoves Doctor Reich and points at him.
Keep your hands to yourself!
A team of male hospital staffers closes in on Scils. Scils
gets in a bull like stance. A young African-American (24)
leads the group. He is JESSE.
We can do this easy way or the not
so easy way.
Scils slides his feet like a bull about to charge.
Scils tries to bull through the male staff. He makes some
headway but is ultimately apprehended by sheer force and
numbers. Doug elbow drops Scils in the spine to finish him
INT. GETTYSBURG GENERAL - DAY
Nurse Sweeney carts away some belts used for restraint. LOUD
BANGING thunders from the seclusion room. Doctor Reich
thumbs through some paperwork. "Request for Emergency
Psychiatric Evaluation" hangs at the top. A few paragraphs
with capitalized symptoms follow--MANIC BEHAVIOR. DELUSIONS
OF GRANDIOSITY. SUICIDAL IDEATION. “IMMEDIATE DANGER TO
HIMSELF” is underlined. A signature follows, Alexander
LOUD BANGING NOISES. Scils shouts repeatedly.
I need some water! Give me some
fucking water, please! I’m dying of
Complete indifference to Scils’s plea.
Denying me hydration is illegal and
you should pray that the partners
at Eisenberg, Cohen and Snyder are
in a merciful mood when I disclose
Doctor Reich snaps his finger and points to the locked door.
Nurse Dove hurries over to the
Sounds of latches being unhinged follow. Nurse Dove opens
You’re right Thomas, we can’t deny
you hydration but can you do the
other patients a favor and lower
Nurse Dove leaves the door slightly ajar. Scils peaks out,
opens the door a little more and eyes up the exit. He looks
around to see the staff currently occupied and takes a few
slow, stealthy steps outward before he bursts in a full
sprint. Nurse Sweeney spots him.
Doctor Reich doesn’t respond.
Doctor Reich spots Scils, snaps his finger and points to a
button which a nurse quickly presses. Scils’s hospital
garment falls off leaving him buck naked.
Scils body checks the first locked automatic door and knocks
Scils knocks down the second door and sprints out of the
EXT. TOWN OF GETTYSBURG - DAY
Scils runs into a nearby neighborhood to the tune of
menacing sirens and belting the words “love” and “freedom”
like an ancient warrior.
EXT. BACKYARD - DAY
Scils grabs a shirt off a clothesline and wraps it around
his waist. He also grabs a broom and a Styrofoam plate and
EXT. TOWN OF GETTYSBURG - DAY
Scils weaves in and out of some alleys to the tune of
EXT. LINCOLN STREET - DAY
Scils is about to cross the street. A car driver spots him,
Scils gives an intense stare, and the driver continues on
his way. As Scils crosses the street, he’s spotted by a
tall, young, moderately obese police officer. He is OFFICER
Hey! Hold your horses.
Scils starts sprinting and resumes his battle chants during.
Scils runs about six blocks before a police car turns onto
Water Street. An mustached police officer gets out of his
vehicle and draws his gun. He is OFFICER GREGORY.
Drop your weapon!
Scils drops his broom, holds up his hands and is tackled by
Officer Strauss. Scils squirms away as Officer Strauss tries
to cuff him but soon several other officers arrive on the
scene and Scils puts his hands behind his back. Just before
the cuffs go on, Scils playfully taps Officer Strauss on the
cheek. Then he’s wrestled to the ground and cuffed with
several officers holding him down.
Scil’s stomach GROWLS loudly. He omits a huge smile, then
unleashes his bowels. It’s a very long diarrhea shit and
equally liquidity. The poop erupts like lava and the
officers can’t fully dodge it. Scils smiles brightly.
INT. GETTYSBURG GENERAL - DAY
Scils lays on a stretcher in a blue hospital gown.
of nurses circle Scils.
Get me the damn needle!
Please give me some water. Please,
I’m dying of thirst.
Nurse Dove fetches some water.
1500 CC’s of morphine, stat!
Two gallons of H20, stat!
Nurse Sweeney prepares a needle. Nurse Dove hands Scils a
water bottle. Scils takes a big swig out of a straw.
I was dying of thirst and you gave
Nurse Sweeney hands Doctor Reich a big needle.
You have a big heart. Unlike some
Scils nods over to Doctor Reich who sticks a needle in his
INT. SIK - BLUE ROOM - DAY
A group of young men, thirty deep sit around the room in a
big circle. Brother Leefer addresses the group from the
Pledges, this is above and beyond
what we’re asking you to do for us.
Brothers, this our brotherly duty.
As I’m sure everyone is aware, our
brother Scils has been feeling a
little too sick lately and now he’s
gonna go away for a little while.
But he’s at Gettysburg General
right now and we need to show him
who has his back. Question is,
who’s coming with me?
INT. GETTYSBURG GENERAL - SECLUSION ROOM - DAY
Scils is in a deep slumber. He’s shaken by a set of a hairy
arms until he wakes up. Scils wakes to see Doctor Reich
holding a pen and a paper. His vision is blurry and he’s
still very much sedated.
Here you go.
It’s a form that says you won’t sue
me for malpractice.
Doctor Reich puts the form in Scils’s face. Drugged and
smiling from his euphoric body high, Scils applies a chicken
scratch signature to the form and immediately passes out
EXT. LINCOLN STREET - DAY
The entire SIK fraternity and pledges marches up Lincoln
INT. GETTYSBURG GENERAL - SECLUSION ROOM - DAY
Scils is sleeping. Reed shakes him till he wakes up.
Oh hey, brothers.
Good to see you’re well rested,
Thanks for coming to visit me
brothers, it’s very brotherly of
Yeah every brother and pledge came.
It’s what this fraternity is really
all about, brother.
Yeah this hospital would turn away
35 of my brothers. Trying to throw
some ruit later?
Yeah when you get out. I’m
definitely down, brother.
Should be a little later tonight,
after I’m done sleeping.
Scils, you pooped on like five
Pretty sure they’re taking you to
another hospital, brother.
Oh right, cuz they think I’m crazy.
Scils, what you did this morning
was undeniably legendary and will
probably live on in frat lore
forever but I gotsta know
What specifically was going through
your head when you decided to start
shitting on the Adams County PD?
I figure I’m going to a psych ward
no matter what my next move is, so
I might as well embrace it, you
know cash in on a momentous
occasion. I don’t think I’ll ever
be in a position to poop on cops
again and not go to jail so I
fucking did it.
The boys lol. Reed does a classic frant salute.
Total Scils move. Hi hi
Doctor Reich enters.
Bye, Bye. Seriously bros, time to
bounce. Peace out.
Scils looks on with angry, squinty eyes.
Get better, Scils.
We’re all in your corner, Rock.
Scils exchanges fist pounds with his brothers.
EXT. PA-15 - NIGHT
An ambulance races through the crowded streets running red
lights and hammering its sirens. Scils lays in the back with
defeat and fatigue in eyes he can barely keep open.
EXT. YORK HOSPITAL - NIGHT
An African-American man--handsome, burly, early forties,
wheels Scils toward the hospital. He is MICHAEL.
Are you taking me to the Looney
Nope, I’m taking you to a short
term crisis management facility.
So in other words, a psych ward?
We’re gonna take a look at your
head and get you back on your feet.
(to himself, defeated)
Should’ve pressed the under.
They enter YORK HOSPITAL.
INT. YORK HOSPITAL - PSYCH WARD - NIGHT
Michael swipes his badge and wheels Scils onto the unit. One
old man in a hospital garment stands alone and drools. He is
the DROOLING OLD MAN. By the only window, a rugged, middle
aged woman mumbles to herself. She is TRACY. Scils spots a
tweenager with mild MR twirling his hair with a very
perplexed gaze, staring straight at him. He is CRAZY KENNY.
DINING AREA - MORNING
Scils is eating breakfast. The portions are double and its
finger food only--bread and sausage. He addresses a hulking
African American, early 30’s. He is LEON.
Can I have a knife?
Leon reads a chart.
You’re Mr. Thomas Skillapotti?
Sorry guy, can’t do it.
Why the eff not?
You’re to be given finger food
Why? Why am I to be given finger
food only? Oh yeah, now I remember,
because the son of a proud
Sicilian, published author and
veteran of the Gettysburg
Philosophy department might attempt
suicide with a plastic fork!?!?
Doctors orders. Don’t write em,
don’t dare disobey em.
Can I at least have my shoe laces
Yes you may, when you get out.
This is horse shit!
Scils grabs a sausage link, takes a big bite, instantly
de-escalates and goes back for more. Scils surveys the
premises. Crazy Kenny taps him on the shoulder.
What did you do?
Honestly kid, I bruised the wrong
What’s that mean?
It means I should be back at
Crazy Kenny makes a creepy smile and continues on.
MED LINE - DAY
A tall, somewhat gangling nurse in his late forties speaks
loudly. He is NURSE GLEN.
Alright ladies, gentlemen and Gary,
nine O’clock. Pick a window and
line up. Single file.
A pack of patients instantly rush to the med windows. Scils
just sits there.
The nurses present a buffet of pills for most patients. A
outdoorsy, hip nurse (30) spots Scils sitting still and
waves him in. He is NURSE TREY. Reluctantly, Scils
approaches his window.
I spoke to mama bear, real sweet
Yeah she’s got a heart of Egyptian
She and your pops are coming to
visit this afternoon. Said to save
some room for your favorites.
Trey presents two small pills and a cup of water.
I got some sleep. I’m good.
Refusing medication will not
expedite your exit, Scils.
Trey winks. Scils takes down the pills.
A cute, amicable nurse (23) slides Scils his journal. She is
Here you go bro. Need a pencil?
Scils nods. Kelsey gives him a tiny golf pencil.
Can I get a bigger pencil?
Um, sorry. These are the biggest
pencils we can give out.
But I’m a published author.
Sorry dude, it’s for your own
Scils makes a salty smile and grabs the golf pencil.
Scils looks out of the barred up window, sees nothing but
aging, charcoal buildings and begins writing in his journal.
An optimistic outlook is hard
perpetually carry when you’ve
dealt as many sick beats as I
I’m not so sure if the God of
youth really exists.
Crazy Kenny starts yelling, screaming and banging his head
on the floor. Nurse Glen then several burly men arrive on
Maybe God is a current of warm love
that flows through his Creation and
not a grey, old watchmaker.
Nurses Trey and Nurse Glen sit on the floor, speak with
compassionate eyes as they deescalate Crazy Kenny.
I don’t know, this kind of justice
feels a lot more cruel, unnecessary
than poetic and preordained. And
maybe just maybe the old proverb is
Scils record his journal entry, his pencil tip breaks. He
manually sharpens his tiny pencil, then continues.
Justice? You don’t get justice in
this world. It’s for the next
world. In this world, you have the
Scils lays in his tiny cot sulking to himself.
And according to Pennsylvania law,
I’m a dangerous, suicidal abuser of
illegal narcotics bound to a locked
in facility indefinitely.
Tom sits with a young, male Indian doctor (34). He is DOCTOR
So what do you think’s wrong with
you? Why are you here?
Honestly Doctor Cool Guy.
Honestly Doctor Kulghi, I think too
The doctor taps on Scils’s report.
There are a lot of chemicals in
cannabis and they don’t mix well
with Lithium, especially when you
take it sporadically.
You need to stop drinking and
smoking pot. You need to cut it out
Stop partying? But I’m in my fifth
year of college.
Listen, you’re twenty two years old
and you’re in a psychiatric
Well, not by choice.
Which makes it even more alarming.
Look, with bipolar you can’t afford
to be putting funny chemicals into
So I should just stay stone cold
sober and take a buffet of psych
Exercise, eat healthy, enjoy
hobbies, take your mood stablizers
and you won’t feel the need to
I don’t smoke to self-medicate. I
smoke to laugh, think and truly
You can do all that without
cannabis and you must, for the sake
of your health. There’s nothing
funny about marijuana induced
LATER Scils wears a forlorn gaze until he spots his father holding
a pizza box and his mother holding a yellow shirt from
Hawaii as well as a bag that says CR Wings. Beautiful, a
little big boned and curly haired she is TERESA SCILIPOTI.
We brought some snacks, boyeee.
Scils munches on pizza and wings.
Sunday morning the doctor’s said.
If everything goes well.
What are you doing this weekend? Oh
I’m committed against my will, so
I’ll be playing War and reading
Danielle Steele novels within some
white padded walls.
A little optimism goes a long way
I hope I can still graduate. I’m
more than ready.
Your health should be your number
one concern right now.
It is. But I don’t like breaking
Well sometimes, circumstances make
And hopefully overcomable. Did you
get my cell phone fixed?
Verizon’s still working on it. They
weren’t sure what the glitch was.
That’s because it’s a mystical
Scils’ parents look at each other with worry and skepticism.
So, make any new friends?
Scils nods over to Crazy Kenny who’s approaching and
LATER An empty pizza box and chicken wing bones lay on the
I know you’re not a big rule guy
but I want to lay one down.
Cooperate with the staff.
We just wanna make sure that’s
clear. We want you to get better,
get back to school and not do
anything to prolong your stay.
Alright party people, visiting
hours are over.
We love you so much Thomas.
Remember, the universe has both a
sense of humor and special plans
I believe you.
Scils hugs his mom, she kisses him on the cheek. Scils hugs
his dad and kisses him on the cheek.
COMMON AREA - NIGHT
Scils is deep into a discussion with Nurses Glen and Trey.
So you don’t believe in the God as
described in the Bible is what
An extremely thin and equally geriatric patient approaches.
He is the ELMER.
Ultimately, I see God as a magnet
of supreme energy that attracts
positive charges. Yahweh was more
like an angry, jealous, cruel,
irrational and vindictive shithead
step-father. Seems pretty
The nurses nod in curiosity and resonance.
Like humans creating a primal
leader in their own image not the
purple majesty of the cosmos. So I
bow to the reiki, the universal
energy of love, light, healing,
beyond words beauty.
Wow. That’s pretty hedi.
Sick answer, Scils.
You into music?
Of course. Grew up with Napster,
got exposed to so much great music.
Can I ask a question?
Who’s your favorite musician?
No kidding, that’s Trey’s favorite
What’s your favorite Dave album?
Before these Crowded Streets.
That album, if people really
listened to it, would be the next
dark side of the moon.
Definitely changed my life for the
Elmer puts his bony hand on Scils’ shoulder.
Are you a doctor or a patient?
Um currently, I’m a patient.
Thanks for not killing me.
A new patient is wheeled in with some resistance and plenty
of noise by a scrawny male nurse in his early sixties. He is
NURSE CLYDE. The patient is gorgeous, blond, petite and in
her mid twenties. She is DRUNK KARA.
Fuck this. No, fuck no! I’m not
signing shit! That fucking pig got
just what he needed!
We’ll talk at cha later.
Where the fuck am I?
Young lady you’re in a place you
need to be in right now. For your
own health and safety.
Fuck that! No. No! You took me to
the Looney Bin!?!?
A short term crisis management
facility, yes indeedy.
Fuck no! I have two little kids at
home, they need me! They need their
mommy! Holy shit!
Drunk Kara catches a quick glimpse at Elmer who’s staring at
her as she’s being wheeled to her room.
You’re my boy blue!
Scils flashes a quick stare at Drunk Kara from afar as she’s
wheeled in and out of his eye line.
MED LINE - MORNING
Scils takes in his next round of meds, grabs his journal, an
eight page letter and heads to the
Scils sits peacefully and reads the letter.
MRS. BUONVITA (V.O)
It’s 10 O’Clock on a beautiful
Sunday morning and dragonflies are
circling all around.
turns to page three. The top reads, "My heart shed
of joy, tears of sorrow and beat for "Chris" the whole
I emptied tissue boxes and hurt my face laughing so
You have a special gift, Thomas."
Scils nears the end of the letter.
MRS. BUONVITA (V.O)
I don’t know the mind of God, but I
do know the love of God. And trust
me, its boundless.
Scils thumbs to the very end.
MRS. BUONVITA (V.O)
Faith tested through fire turns
into gold and I know that I know
that I know God has some very big
plans for you.
Scils wipes some tears off his eyes and begins to journal.
Aristotle once wrote that no one
could really live without friends.
I believe it, especially when you
add family to the equation. And for
all of the sick beats I’ve been
dealt, the deck’s always been
stacked in my favor because I have
the best parents and friends I
could’ve ever asked for.
Scils plays "War" and bullshits with Crazy Kenny MOS. Crazy
Kenny keeps cracking up.
I need to stop complaining and take
in the gem wisdom. Light reflects
light, darkness reflects darkness.
If I interpret my life in a dark
way, my thoughts, words, and deeds
will be dark. If I interpret my
life in a bright way, the opposite
will be true.
It’s group time and all of the patients gather. Nurse
Kelsey presents a poster that says "Ways to Manage Anger."
People will hear that I was here
and cast me in a condescending
shadow. They can go get fisted.
Doctor Seuss was right, "Be who you
are and say what you feel because
the ones that matter don’t mind and
the ones that mind don’t matter."
LATER - SCILS’S ROOM - NIGHT
Elmer stares right at Scils who rolls around in his bed,
unable to quiet his mind. Scils reaches for his journal. The
Bodhisattiva of Compassion figurine rests on his night
Scils enters holding his journal. Kara lays on a couch and
I can’t sleep. My roommate won’t
stop talking to herself.
Yeah my roommate won’t stop staring
Haha, it’s official, I already hate
Definitely a unique experience and
at least the staff is nice. Still
it would be kinda cool to be able
to have eating utensils and or
shoes with shoelaces. I’m Tom by
Kara, so glad we’re in a white,
padded locked-in facility together.
Ha, me too!
Kara cozies up on the couch.
How did a guy like you get here?
You seem pretty down to Earth.
Well I’m definitely a little off,
but honestly, who isn’t? Don’t
think I belong in here but I was
smoking a lot of blunts and like,
next thing I know, I’m being
committed to a psychiatric facility
against my will.
Haha. Trust me, I can relate.
Tracy, Kara’s roommate, wanders out of their room and to the
window, mumbling to herself.
I’m a get cha, I’m a ima getcha, my
little kitty. Reaaar.
Yeah, so you gonna introduce me to
your roommate, errr?
Kara laughs out loud, Tracy paws on a window and meows.
Why, you like her or something?
I mean, I don’t know if I like like
her yet, but yeah, I’d bone her.
Tracy puts her eye up close on the window.
I’m, I’m gonna throw me a pity
party. Ya see?
Bone’s such a funny word. My ex
husband used to say pork.
Well clearly he’s the man.
Yeah well actually, he’s dead.
Sike, but he like kinda is to me.
Cheated on me with have of Kutztown
DRUNK KARA (cont’d)
and I’ve been drinking like a fifth
of Zelco a day since me we split
Kara, I don’t mean to make this a
Full House moment but
The pace slows, the sentimental reconcilatory moment MUSIC
sets in, ala a Miller-Boyett sitcom. Scils takes a seat next
Don’t you have little kids at home?
Nicole and Austin, they’re the
loves of my life.
Spoken like a true mama bear. And
I’m sure you’d do anything for the
sake of your cubs, right?
Of course I would.
Maybe you should stop crushing a
fifth of Vodka daily?
I know. I need to get better. It’ll
make me such a better mother. I
just, don’t feel like I can do it
Single motherhood is probably one
of if not the hardest job in the
Yeah it is a hard, job.
Kara caresses Scils’s arm. He looks over at Nurse Leon who
starts walking towards them.
I have a girlfriend. I think I’m in
love with her.
Are you serious dude? That woman’s
skizo, she won’t even know if we’re
But that guy will.
They both turn to see Leon creepin.
Oh. Well maybe I could give you an
under the hospital blanket HJ in
Um, very tempting but I have a
girlfriend and I know I’m in love
with her, she’s basically all I
think about, and it’s all happy
thoughts, like the kind that could
warm three winter months.
Oh. Well she’s a very lucky gal
And so are you, to have such
wonderful, amazing kids and
breathtaking beauty. I’m not a
saint but I’ve been known to preach
a little bit, and with a gift like
those beautiful little children
comes the duty to preserve it. I
want you to picture how happy
Nicole and Austin’ll be to see
mommy’s coming home happy, healthy
and not slayed on Vodka.
It would be like Santa came three
Concentrate on that image, listen
to the doctors, channel that
infinite maternal love to all
thoughts, words and deeds and I
promise you, this will all prove be
a blessing in disguise, a rose that
bloomed in a wasteland.
You tell me?
Scils holds up his hand and open pinky. Kara reciprocates
and they lock pinkies and kiss their hands thus sealing the
pinky swear and completing the Full House moment. "AWWWSS"
from the laugh track follow the kiss. Then CHEESY SAXOPHONE
RIFFS sound off alongside the closing credits and still
images from the scene, like the Tracy clawing the window,
Leon creeping, Scils and Kara connecting.
MED LINE - MORNING
Scils takes down his meds. Patients assemble for group.
What’s your goal for today?
Nurse Kelsey points to a sweet old lady.
To keep praying to God. God’s
always the answer.
Very good, Josephine. Often times
people can derive a lot of strength
from religious or spiritual
How bout you Kara?
My goal for today is to
Kara and Scils exchange intimate eye contact.
Cooperate with the staff, stay
positive and laugh often.
That’s a great goal.
Champions league quality.
Crazy Kenny shrugs.
You have no goals for today?
I don’t know.
How bout tell your teacher you love
her rather than you’re gonna chop
her head off and stay safe?
What about you Tracy?
I’m gonna get a shotgun, and I’m
gonna shoot somebody!
Tracy laughs out loud.
That’s not a safe goal Tracy, wanna
Whoa, I don’t think she was being
literal. Perhaps the shotgun is a
symbol of her wit and by "shooting
someone" with her "shotgun" she
meant she was gonna make them
laugh. Mission accomplished.
Kara and a few others crack up.
What are you gonna do today?
Today? Well hopefully I’m gonna go
home and play with my dog. He’s a
big, friendly yellow Labrador and
I’m gonna pet him because I love
him and really miss him. Then I’m
gonna email all my professors,
catch up on my missed classwork,
finally get relationship
confirmation from my queen and then
I’ll sleep in my nice comfortable
bed eternally grateful that I no
longer have to wear shoes without
LATER - DINING AREA
Scils is playing war with Kenny. Scils has most of the deck,
Kenny has a few cards left. Scils pulls a King.
Kenny pauses and pulls an Ace from the back of his set.
Niiice try, kid.
Scils takes the Ace and King. Mr. Scilipoti enters.
Finally mother fucker.
Nurse Trey enters from the Nurses Station holding a bag full
of Scils’s belongings--Mint Skoal, Mrs. Buonvita’s letter, a
journal, a thick wallet and a copy of "Up All Fortnight".
Scils and his father sit with Doctor Kuhlghi as they go
through some paperwork.
Don’t go. Argh, please stay. We can
be best friends.
Scils signs a document.
It’s my time Kenny and trust me,
you’ll have yours too. And when
you’re no longer involuntarily
committed to a psychiatric
hospital, I want you to promise me
Promise me that you won’t make any
more death threats. They make
people uneasy, even if their not
even intended to be threats. I know
from experience dude, if you know
what I mean.
Scils gives Kenny a thumbs up.
Scils scrolls through and signs another document.
Okay young man, you’re good to go.
Just remember, sobriety is the key
to your success.
Scils circles the premises and says his good-byes. Scils
Kiss her, kiss her. Argh, are you
gonna kiss her?
Kara, promise me you’ll get better
for Nicole and Austin.
Scils plants a slow, deliberate kiss on her cheek. Crazy
EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY
Scils and his father walk and talk.
I’m proud of you, Thomas.
Didn’t think involuntary commitment
would be a source of pride.
You keep showing me that you can
handle adversity very well. The
nurses said you were very kind,
intelligent and exceptionally well
It was all about set and setting.
That’s a good hospital.
You didn’t ask to be bipolar but
you’ve played it like a man. You
don’t complain and you’re more than
willing to carry your cross.
Remember son, the true test of a
man is how well he handles
Yeah I shit on adversity,
We know. And the borough police
found that out the hard way.
More like the warm, liquidity way
INT/EXT. MR. SCILIPOTI’S VOLVO - DAY
Scils and his father cruise down I-30.
So, lot of money in your wallet,
Thomas. You selling pot?
How do you know its not poker
I read some of your text messages.
"Hey dude, got any onion’s left?
Hey bro, I’m dry. When you picking
I never took you for a helicopter
Oh yeah! What’s supposed to mean?
I just thought phone surveillance
was for soccer moms, not Sicilan
men. Did you read my emails too,
Instantly, Tom gets bitch slapped by his Father.
You’re selling pot, skipping
classes we’re paying for, not
taking your meds and now you wanna
get flip with me!?!? You wanna get
flip with me, Thomas!?!?
No, that was definitely a mistake.
And I’m sorry.
Your mother and I had a right to
know. We were just being parents.
One day, you’ll be in a position to
I believe you. Anything texts or
voicemails from Maggie?
Nah just B Fahr, Sizzle, Delly Boy,
Lame AJ and somebody named Giggles.
Mary also left you a nice
voicemail, you should hit her
I don’t wanna preach to you and I
know you have a lot on your plate,
but this pot phase, has got to end,
It will, Papa.
Scils’s ring tone sounds off.
What it is Scils?
Sounds like the godfather himself.
Oh just cruising out of York, PA.
Word. What are you doing up there?
Um, it’s kind of a funny story.
Let me talk to him.
Scils hands his father his phone.
INT. BUONVITA’S APARTMENT - DAY
Buonvita is weighing out bags of weed.
Sup Mr. Carlo?
MR. SCILIPOTI (O.S)
Just driving Tommy Boy home.
Listen, I know what you’re doing is
lucratrive but it ain’t worth it,
brother. If you get caught again
you’re looking at some serious
I know, but school’s really
MR. SCILIPOTI (O.S)
I hear you but not as expensive as
a decade behind bars.
INT. SCILIPOTI HOUSE - DAY
Scils walks in, breathing in the sweet air and comfort of
Definitely axe Operation McDoogals
breakfast. Maybe you should stop
smoking herb for a while too.
It’s definitely in my best
Scil’s big, round yellow lab (10) wags his tail and trucks
up to him.
Sammy starts licking Scils’s face.
Scils logs into Facebook. He has one new message from Maggie
and opens it swiftly. Sammy lays beside him.
Tom, sorry for the delayed
response. It was a lot to digest.
Having said that, your request
really surprised me to be honest. I
couldn’t tell if you were serious
or this was another one of your
Scils pets his dog with teary eyes.
I have valued your loyalty and
guidance throughout our friendship,
and when I told you I kept your
book with me all the time, it was
INT/EXT. MRS. SCILIPOTI’S CAMRY - DAY
Scils rides shotgun as his mom cruises under the
"Gettysburg" Exit on I-140.
But it wasn’t meant to be a hint
towards anything more than a strong
and dependable friendship, at least
for the time being.
INT/EXT. MRS. SCILIPOTI’S CAMRY - DAY
Scils and his mother pass a national park dedicated to the
battle of Gettysburg.
Your book and your kind words have
always been a comfort to me, and I
wanted you to know the impact that
they had. I apologize for not
making that clearer.
EXT. WATER STREET - DAY
Mrs. Scilipoti’s Camry cruises through a busy college
But, I like you as a friend and
don’t want to ruin our friendship
by taking on a romantic
relationship. I hope you can
INT. WEIDENSALL HALL - DAY
Professor Porter is flowing with a lecture.
And it’s precisely because of its
temporal, fleeting nature. The fact
that it won’t be here forever, that
makes it beautiful.
Scils makes a poignant smile and writes in his notebook.
I want you guys to meditate on
Danto’s essay "On beauty" and jot
down some reflections for
Friday’s discussion. Ciao!
Students begin to pour out of the classroom.
INT. BULLET HOLE CAFE - DAY
Abby and Scils chat in a booth.
So, what’s new with you? How did
everything go with Maggie Cross?
We follow some other collegiate conversations in the cafe as
Scils and Abby chat. Three sorority girls replay their
When I came to, I was buck ass
naked in the TKE basement.
NORTH FACE JACKET
Getting eiffel towered by two of
Damn girl, clean your vag.
Dudes, they were hot!
We move to a group of freshmen frat bros.
I was waxing cups like Daniel-Son.
Bro, you couldn’t even hit a high
Bro, I was an last cup assassin,
all night long.
An assassin for the Swiss army,
We move back to Scils and Abby’s convo.
So we’re gonna be just friends, for
Sorry to hear.
What about you? You seem to be in
much brighter spirits.
Yeah, oh my God, I had the
craziest/most awesome weekend ever.
I have to tell you all about it.
I’m sure it was siiick but I think
my weekend was crazier.
How much you wanna wager?
An iced mocha.
Done. Ladies first.
So me and Lexia took a train to the
NYC this weekend and we stayed up
all night at her brother’s bar,
crushing lines, shooting pool. I
lost all perception of time. I
walked out of the bar, it was like
noon. Then this girl I had been
talking to invited me back to her
A Wes Anderson Film Fest?
She brought out a strap on.
I didn’t know you got down like
Duh, I’m bisexual. Come on,
everybody knows that. We got weird,
fucked each others’ brains out, it
was exactly what I needed. Then me
and Lexia met up with her parents
for a Ben Harper show in Philly.
Ben Harper? He’s such a purist.
I know, that’s what makes my
weekend so ironic.
What did he close with?
Waiting on an angel.
Yeah it was mad chill. So your
weekend was crazier?
INT. SIK - SCILS’S ROOM - DAY
Scils spits Peach Skoal into an iced mocha bottle as he logs
into Faceboook. On the upcoming birthdays section it says,
"Margaret Sophia Cross. September 21st". One message is in
his inbox from "Andrew Cross". It reads, "Here’s Maggie’s
address. Thanks for doing this man, I’m sure my sister will
really appreciate it."
EXT. THE QUAD - DAY
Scils walks through campus holding a big, orange, bubble
INT. COLLEGE UNION BUILDING - MAIL ROOM
Scils stands at the counter. Pledge O’Neil picks up the
package and weighs it. It’s aesthetically rich with cool
pictures of Bob Marley, Dave Matthews, Ben Harper and a
typed quote in Italian that reads, "Better late than never."
Great work, Scils.
Reed weighs the package.
How do you want me to ship it?
First class express, Mikey.
Scils pulls out two crisp twenties from his full wallet.
INT. HEALTH CENTER - DAY
DOCTOR WILSON’S OFFICE
Scils reclines on a chair, Doctor Wilson sits at this desk.
So Thomas, let me clarify. The only
reason I can discuss this with you
legally, is because you mentioned
my name during the episode in
How long have you known me, Doctor?
Um, it’ll be three years next
Right? Do you think I give a fuck
about legal protocol?
No, that’s one of your most
eccentric, libertarian features.
But I just wanted to make sure I
was ethical about this.
Having said that, I think Doctor
Reich handled your situation very
Finally! Outside confirmation.
When a patient’s been up for as
long as you had been, first thing
you do is sedate them. That’s day
one of med school shit.
Well I guess that wasn’t part of
the curriculum at Clown U. I really
wish you were there that night.
I was in bed with my wife. But if
they would’ve called me, I would’ve
have been there for sure.
So given the fact that I was
essentially forced into a hospital
that totally fucked up my treatment
and then sent me away to a
locked-in facility indefinitely,
let’s figure out a gameplan for
I’m afraid it’ll be fruitless.
Following your little episode, your
options became scarce and now, your
only option is taking the rest of
the semester off.
No. No! Fuck no! Ugh-ugh. No way!
As much as it pains me to say this,
your mother will have to wait
another year to see you cross the
stage. There’s nothing I can do.
Can’t you let me float by, for old
The float’s been popped Thomas and
none of your teacher’s will let you
continue down stream.
Scils sheds a tear.
They all said you missed way too
much class to allow you to
continue. Except for Becka, but I’m
pretty sure she’s still terrified
That’s more on her than me.
But what I can do is award you a
medical leave of absence and make
it retroactive so your folks can
get the majority of their money
back for the semester. I’ll just
need you to sign some paperwork.
Doctor Wilson passes Scils some papers and a pen.
Hurts a lot more the second time
You’ll bounce back, kid. It’s in
Scils thumbs through the papers and reluctantly puts his
signature to them.
Scils exits Doctor Wilson’s office and spots Abby, who’s
wearing a Red Sox hat and reading quietly from a couch. She
doesn’t see Scils at first and he taps her.
Hey girl, hey.
Tommy Scils, what are you doing on
this side of the health center?
Oh, I got an executive order to see
the school psychologist. You?
I’m afraid that’s classified
information Mr. Scilipoti.
You’re feeling like your genius is
lost in a wasp’s nest like
Well there’s that plus alcoholism,
insatiable nicotine, adderall and
cocaine addictions, and
uh, usually not remembering
Tuesday through Sunday.
You must blackout a lot.
Go hard or go home, right?
I went too hard, and now I’m going
For the weekend?
Nah, the rest of 2007.
So sorry to hear.
So are you leaving like now?
Nah, tomorrow probably. Hotel party
at SIK tonight.
I’m positive that they’ll be plenty
of temptations in every room and if
you’re trying to ween off excess,
definitely don’t come but it will
be my last night in Gettysburg this
You wanna throw some farewell ruit?
Metaphorically and literally.
Nothing would make me happier.
Doctor Wilson opens his door and calls Abby in.
Meet you at the hotel, Tommy Boy.
Abby flashes Scils a seductive smile.
INT. BREIDENBALL HALL - HALLWAY - DAY
Scils knocks on Becka’s door.
Who is it?
Scils does an impression of her 73 year old husband, Waldo.
(old regal voice)
Becka dear, it’s Waldo. How quickly
can you have your bags packed for
Becka opens the door.
Scils, what are you doing here?
You know what I’m doing here.
Um, you really shouldn’t be making
unannounced visits, Thomas.
Well you should know me well enough
by now to know what my favorite
I’m already a married woman, Scils.
Duh. I’m just trying to reconcile.
Scils flashes a peace sign.
Scils sits as he packs a fat lip of Skoal Straight and puts
it in his lower lip.
You’ve done so much for me and my
infant career and I just wanted to
apologize for freaking you out.
It was intense for a while and I
didn’t mean to belittle you, the
threat that I sensed was always you
If I had a dime for everytime I
heard that I could buy an Xbox 360
and FIFA 2008, I get misread a lot.
Scils spits tobacco juice in a tiny white cup.
That’s because you’re a very
complex figure and sometimes say
and do things that really alarm
Because they don’t realize that
perfect love casts out fear!
Not sure what that even means but
the point is, you weren’t yourself
for a while and I was honestly
terrified. The last thing I want to
relive is my mother’s mania.
Obvi and I guess I still have some
healing to do but, right now I’m
feeling level enough to say that I
won’t make fun of you in my next
book, too hard and I definitely
plan on keeping my promise to give
you a cameo when my first film gets
Can we be friends again?
What do you mean again?
Becka sees Scils out of her office. They shake hands.
I’m glad we had this conversation.
INT. UNIVERSITY OF FLORENCE - MAILROOM - DUSK
Maggie and a couple of girl friends check their mailboxes.
Maggie has a couple of birthday cards in her box and a slip
indicating she has a package.
Maggie stands at the counter with great anticipation. She
looks at the decorated, aesthetically rich, orange mailer
and looks both surprised and excited to open it.
INT. U OF FLORENCE DORMS - MAGGIE’S ROOM - NIGHT
Maggie lays on her bed, listening to "Baby" by Dave Matthews
as she reads a letter. Scils’s package decorates her
bulletin board and "Up All Fortnight" rests on her
You’re such an awesome person
Maggie and deserve nothing but the
best life has to offer. I don’t
SCILS (V.O) (cont’d)
need you to be my girlfriend to be
genuinely happy, I just need you to
be in my life.
Maggie smiles very warmly and sheds a small tear.
You’re easily one of my top five
favorite people and I treasure your
company. Take that however you like
but please know that it springs
from a deep-seated well of
sincerity that I cannot deny nor
help but flow from.
INT. SIK - NIGHT
Pledges crack open cans of Guinness and put them into
glasses. Scils pours Bailey’s and Jameson into shot glasses.
Once the shots are ready, Scils makes a toast.
To not making you guys kill puppies
and to becoming part of the sickest
brotherhood on campus in ten short
Scils and the pledges begin chugging.
Shots are being served in every room. The rooms and halls
are crowded with drunken collegiate coeds. Scils enters
Shots are being served and a blunt is making its way around.
A guest passes the blunt to Scils. He declines and also
turns down a shot before he exits to the
Scils makes his way through a crowd of drunken coeds. A kid
in a Pink Polo enters Dell’s room.
Jaegerbombs are being served in vast quantities.
Yo Delly, can I get a slice dude?
Dell reaches in his drawer and pulls out an eighth of weed.
The dude tosses Dell two twenties and he tosses the bag.
Dell points to a Jaegerbomb. Pink Polo chugs it and heads to
A drunken guest is blowing chunks in the corner. Scils
passes him on his way downstairs.
EXT. SIK - NIGHT
Scils is working door with a couple of the pledges. He packs
a fat lip of Wintergreen Grizzly and puts in his lower
lip. Three dudes, one girl roll up.
I’m not so sure about this ratio.
Scils waves the girl in.
Come on bro.
Three to one’s a little
Come on dudes. We heard it’s a
hotel tell party, there’s really no
room at the inn?
There is. If you can name five Ace
of Base songs.
Um, I saw the sign.
What’s that one? It’s a, it’s a
O’Neil puts up two fingers.
All that she wants.
Um, um don’t don’t don’t turn
Scils puts up one finger.
The freshmen bros walk away as more groups approach.
That question’s rigged.
No worries bro, I can probably get
us into FIJI.
Scils waves in two girls and stops their dudes.
You. What’s the meaning of life?
Um, um to party.
Carpe Diem. Seize the day. Nice try
but that’s not it.
POLO BUTTON UP
Well what is it?
To live a meaningful life.
Scils waves the dudes in. A cute, petite freshmen girl is
enamored by the response. She is LIBBY.
I love this guy. You’re right, it
is to live a meaningful life.
Have fun kids.
Libby’s friend, also cute and petite turns back to Scils.
She is GWEN.
Come hang out with us.
Scils takes a pregnant pause then heads toward the door
before he’s tapped on the shoulder but a short, pale fella
with a dirty goatee and wearing auto mechanic’s shirt with
his name written in cursive on the pocket. He is GUY.
Yo Scils. Made some brownies with
the "McDoogals" you sold me last
Got an extra large batch straight
out of the oven at my pad.
Um, extra large.
Pretty hedi batch. You game?
I promised myself I wouldn’t smoke
any weed tonight.
I’m pretty sure you eat weed
Sorry Guy, not trying to lose my
INT. SIK - NIGHT
A group of freshies are playing ruit, bros vs. babes.
Libby’s shot rims around the cup, dude with a lax fro
fingers it out. Kid in a Polo Button Up points to an
POLO BUTTON UP
He throws an air ball. Scils cruises up to the babes with a
(TO HER FRIENDS)
It’s the meaning of life, guy!
Scils nods and pulls out a ping pong ball from his pocket.
Ladies, let’s play some ruit.
Scils stands with the girls, addresses the bros.
Alright we’re playing Baltimore
style, three ball, rapid fire.
We don’t play like that.
We do in my house. Roooot!!
Scils drains an isolated cup.
POLO BUTTON UP
You didn’t call island.
Polo takes one cup away.
It’s called a hero cup kids. You
hit it to flex your muscles not
because you think it’s worth two.
Scils drains another hero cup, signals Libby to shoot.
Don’t think, just stare at the cup,
picture it going in and deliver.
Libby drains her shot, the boys toss the balls back.
MUSIC QUEUE: "SPLASH WATERFALLS" by Ludacris.
BEGIN RUIT MONTAGE.
Libby points to a cup, Scils drains it.
The bros try to bounce one in, Scils swats in way out of
play, flashes a Dekembe Mutombo "Not in my house" finger
Gwen hits the second to last cup, Libby lips in the last.
Scils covers his eyes and sinks the last cup.
The bros put up their hands in defeat, Scil’s team shares a
group hug. Both girls kiss his cheeks.
Scils chugs a beer, then drains a "Sidewinder" shot.
Libby’s shot lips out.
Is there beer in that cup!?!?
Not anymore. Hammmmeerrr!!!
Scils throws the ball with serious force straight at the
cup, it hits and knocks the cup over.
A series of cups get filled with ping pong balls and
removed, the girls cheer, celebrate, drink, laugh. Scils
looks very loose, comfortable and little buzzed and in the
zone. One cup is left for Scils to hit.
Scils drains it.
How are you so good at this?
Two beach summers, five years of
college, good form and a little zen
in the art.
Oh, so you’re a super senior?
Slash published author. Ended my
first book with a ruit metaphor
It’s really funny. Wanna see it?
Don’t show us your penis quite yet.
I’ll show you my baby instead. Wait
here, I’ll bring you literature.
Abby reads some of the materials Scils posted on his
door--high school soccer pictures and memories. Scils closes
These are so funny. Everybody’s
favorite memory involves you.
Once upon a time.
Maybe we can make some new ones.
Abby gives Scils sex eyes and licks her lips.
Can I see your room?
Honestly it’s so messy. I’m
embarassed by it.
Well then have a drink with me.
Um, don’t have a drink.
C’mon Scils. Get some!
Yeah Scils. I don’t know how to be
any more explicit. I want you deep
inside of me, dude.
Um, ok. Um...
INT. PINK PALACE - MARY’S APT - DAY Tommy is alone with a short, voluptuous girl in her beach
apartment. She is MARY. They lay on touching couches, she’s
very much in the mood.
So, what do you want to do?
I wanna keep talking!
INT. SIK - NIGHT - PRESENT
Scils snaps out of his awkward . Abby licks her lips, gives
him an seductive stare, caresses his arm.
Okay um uh uh, did you bring a
I have some rubbers in my purse.
No, I meant a full body, often
polyester coat. Commonly used to
weather the rain.
Why would I need one of those?
Cuz you’re about to get wet.
Scils goes in for a sloppy, wet kiss as seemingly the whole
room watches and nods in approval. He picks Abby up into his
lap, continues the makeout sesh as he carries her into his
First, we hear the sound of AN OPENED MOUTH KISS. Then, a
DRESS SLIPPING OFF into the sound of BOXERS DROPPING.
There he is.
I’m a grower.
The sound of a CONDOM STRETCHING ensues quickly followed by
a FEW KISSING NOISES into a BODY PRESSING UP AGAINST THE
DOOR. We then hear the sound of PANTIES PULLED DOWN.
Touch your toes.
THREE RHYTHMIC SOUNDS of a BODY BANGING on a door follow.
INT. SIK - BASEMENT - NIGHT
EIGHT MONTHS LATER
Dell KNOCKS back on the basement door twice. One KNOCK from
outside the door follows. The basement door opens to reveal
a a high school prom decor--tables with flowers and fancy
table cloths, a booth for pictures, 5th year seniors and
their dates all dressed in formal attire as well as a big
sign that reads, "CONGRATULATIONS SUPER SENIORS".
Scils sits in the booth while "One More Time" by Daft Punk
blares. Abby approaches him. Her hair is long with little
flowers on top. Her belly resembles a pregnancy in its last
stages. Scils puts his ear to Abby like a DJ taking a
Hey guy. Got any Papa Roach?
Maybe. Come mere for a second.
Scils lightly upper cuts Abby’s stomach. She reaches up her
dress, pulls out a pillow and a bag of wine. On the pillow
case is an imprint of the cover of "Up All Fortnight."
Happy graduation, Scils.
I’ll be sleeping on this all night
long. Multo bene, grazi.
Abby pulls up the bag of wine. Scils slaps the bag, takes a
pull, then passes the bag back to Abby who reciprocates.
Scils glances over at the entrance, looks at his phone.
Ooooh yeah. That’s Daft Punk with a
very fitting jam for all you super
seniors in the house, "One More
Time". Or in some cases six.
Scils points at Dell.
Oh yeeaaaah. Not even sunrise yet
so we’ve got plenty more frat
basement classics on the way but
now we’re gonna slow it down for a
Scils puts on a cliche "R & B" rift.
So I need all the twenty two to
twenty eight olds in the house, to
grab yo sexy ass dates and please
know, that even though, we needed a
few more turns before we passed go,
the journey was worth more than
gold and alas we have come, to the
end of the road.
Music Queue: "End of the Road" by Boyz II Men.
Veteran Gettysburgians rise and take their date’s hands.
Scils looks toward the entrance as Abby pulls him out to the
Several couples are already dancing, many singing the
lyrics. Scils starts slow dancing with Abby in a middle
school "save room for the Holy Spirit" posture. She draws
him way closer.
A 23 year old woman and
photographed by O’Neil.
cheesy background, long
look up in awe.
her young date are being
Standard school dance style set up,
camera lens, sharply dressed
the girl, then her date, then O’Neil
Maggie slowly strolls into the basement emanating a sublime
glow. A dragonfly enters behind her as the door shuts. She’s
regally dressed, done up, sporting a magnificent up doo and
a petite but healthy size. A camera flash goes off.
Maggie continues to move in graceful slow motion before her
phone starts buzzing. She opens her pocketbook, grabs her
phone and appears angry to see "Daddy" is calling. She takes
a pregnant pause then confidently clicks to voicemail.
Instantly, she’s relieved.
Maggie then spots Abby trying to cop some feels from a
resistant, anxious Scils. Instinctively, she’s taken back.
Maggie chugs a glass of white wine off a table nearby, burps
and drops the glass back on the table along with her purse.
Abby goes in for a kiss as Scils turns away. He freezes and
flashes a look of complete awe and joy. Abby is also taken
back by Maggie’s breathtaking beauty and starts caressing
Scils’s chest. He gently moves her arm away. She whispers in
Let’s have a threesome.
You guys talking about me?
Yes. We were wondering how on Earth
you were able to book an up-doo
Ha. I guess I have friends in very
Maggie gently caresses her up doo.
They all laugh out loud.
Mind if I cut in for a few notes?
Sorry Maggie Cross, he’s spoken
It’s okay. She’s my
Scils stares straight into Maggie’s majestic eyes as he and
Abby release hands.
Scils takes Maggie’s hand gently and begins slow dancing
with a friendly distance.
Abby sees Dell sitting alone and summons him to the dance
floor. He quickly, enthusiastically obliges.
Maggie pulls Scils in close and puts her head on his
shoulder for a moment as the lyrics sink in. She peaks up.
Is this, Boyz to Men?
You know it. End of the Road.
More like the new beginning.
Maggie stares straight into Scils’s enchanted eyes with
Maggie laughs aloud as they simultaneously move in for a
slow, wet kiss--a long overdue moment of word-transcendent
SICKNESS LEVEL 90 +
FADE TO WHITE.