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"Remain" Script

Script By: ERcubed
Science fiction



My first attempt at writing a script. Please leave comments and thoughts. Any input/ideas on what should happen in the story are welcome. Thanks!


Submitted:Aug 12, 2010    Reads: 91    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


"BECOMING"

INT - NIGHT - JAIL CELL
Bob sleeps on a bed with a blanket.
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 here?
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.
Bob: This feels so familiar!
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 out!
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 MOUNTAIN CLIMBING
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 for me.
Bob is beginning to understand that his demons are really his friends.
Bob: Fair it is not and foul is a place from which fate emanates and karma reigns.
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 worsens.
VO: I just want to sleep but sleeping was what got mm to this point.
Bob has given up trying to use scream and he's accepted that his faculty of seeing things is gone as well.
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 will stop.
INT - DAWN - SLEEPING BARRACKS
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.
VO: Soon twilight will end and then I can ask those who sleep about my current location.
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 large room.
Bob: What is this place?
The person speaks with a nostalgic tone.
Women: In 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.
Bob: At 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 remain.





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