INT - NIGHT - JAIL CELL
Bob sleeps on a bed with a
VO: I sleep ever so soundly. The warmth of my
bed prevents me from fully waking.
There's a sudden noise, the noise of a
lock being released. Bob sits up and looks around. Immediately
Bob is aware that he is not in his comfy bed; instead he is
inside a cell. Bob wears clothes that do not belong to him, and
the memories of how he got there are a bit foggy.
Bob: Where am I? How did I get
Luckily someone has just opened the
metal gate that prevented him from getting out. As he begins to
walk towards the opened gate, Bob struggles to remember if he's
ever tried to escape before.
This feels so
He knows it is unfair to be in this
place, Bob thinks he must be here against his will. Bob looks
around and he does not remember any of the sights. The walls
around him are new to him and his mind struggles to understand.
He hesitantly walks toward the opened gate.
Bob: I have nowhere to go once you get
Suddenly, Bob hears a clash from
outside the gate: Someone has just realized that the gate to the
cell is open. Its metal finality announces Bob's sentence. The
foreign room and sights are too overwhelming so Bob decided to go
back to sleep, for when his eyes are closed and he is covered
with the blanket he does not own, he no longer is in this cell.
Bob is home; a home that only exists within his mind.
EXT - DAY - DREAM SEQUENCE OF
Bob has started climbing upward taking one step at a time. The
higher he gets the harder he climbs. He has climbed over
mountains, traveled the sea, and been cast down from heaven. The
stars on the horizon stretch as far as the eyes can see.
He has been pushed over the edge and left to fall.
EXT- DAY - PLAYGROUND FLASHBACK
Bob lashes out, throwing insults, at those who mocked him.
Bob: Oh let
the sun beat down upon my face, for
I am a traveler of both time and space.
Ahead of my time, like
I have a clock behind me. I traveled so far
ahead; your future is the past to me. If you're blind, follow my
design and find me. This is just history; if you want me just ask
Bob is beginning to understand that his demons are really his
Bob: Fair it
is not and foul is a place from which fate emanates and karma
A dark stain spreads between Bob's shoulder blades, a mute
reminder of battles fought. When the fight was over, he embraced
the pain they had given. Yet, in the bottom of his heart he could
still fell the last cut, and it felt like he was being buried in
a thousand million little holes, but he knew that in the morning
he would wake up in the shivering cold.
Bob: Life is
a freeway, you know my friends, nothing turns out the way you
planned, and I hope you can understand.
Bob wants to go back in time and make things right. When it is
his time to throw the next stone, he will call you beautiful
instead. When it is his time to call your bluff, he will call you
it or leave it alone because you know that you are.
INT - NIGHT - JAIL CELL
Bob is overwhelmed with shock; he
can't believe the amount of pain he is in. When he suddenly opens
my eyes he discovers nothing but darkness. It surrounds him;
opening and closing his eyes become the same. It doesn't matter
what he does. Bob can't see what is being done to him, he just
knows it's painful and he cannot help but scream.
VO: I can't scream either!
Bob's voice is gone and any effort he
puts forth to bring that familiar feeling of producing sounds
from the bottom of his throat is gone; alien to him, as if he has
never spoken, as if he never saw before. The pain goes on and it
VO: I just want
to sleep but sleeping was what got mm to this
Bob has given up trying to use scream
and he's accepted that his faculty of seeing things is gone as
VO: I only know
the pain that spreads across my body. I regret not leaving the
cell and I regret not fighting against my own heavy body. But
it's too late. I can only hope that one day the excruciating pain
INT - DAWN - SLEEPING
Bob's eyes shoot wide open; images
that he expects to see around him are no longer there. Before Bob
was in a cell all alone, trapped in a place where everything was
provided for him. Now He finds himself in a large room filled
with beds, many people are soundly asleep. A distant rooster
announces daybreak. Bob closes his eyes hoping to escape this
confusion once again, but the more he tries to fall asleep the
more awake he feels. Bob begins to look around. The time of
twilight provides just enough illumination to vaguely see the
beds in the room. There are about forty beds all of them housing
at least one individual. Bob looks at them with envy; he wishes
he could simply numb whatever sense of awareness is allowing him
to stay awake.
twilight will end and then I can ask those who sleep about my
Bob lies in the bed that is not his
and waits for others to awaken. It seems, as though hours
continue to go by. Then days; turn into months. Bob is
awake and fully aware of it. The ones who sleep remain so.
Eventually he grows tired with impatience and begin to think
about waking those around him. Bob looks to my right and he can
see a person standing there. Startled, Bob begins to back away
from her, but eventually he regains his courage to ask about this
Bob: What is
The person speaks with a nostalgic tone.
order to fall asleep you must try to get out of my bed. If you do
so you will quickly grow tired with the heavy burden of trying,
then you will easily regain the -much desired- suspended state of
slumber you seek.
The person goes to a bed where she quickly falls asleep. Bob
tries to ask about the place,
Bob: Are we
in a hospital?
, but it is all in vain, the stranger can no longer hear him.
least now I know how to be like the rest; I wonder if whatever
life I used to have is worth trying to regain. I wonder if
whatever memories I have lost are important.
Bob wonders if he were able to remember, if he would have more
motivation to get out from this room. At last he decides to stand
up but as soon as he tries, he begins to experience a strange
heaviness around his body.
In the end Bob decides to