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Untitled Project By: Brandon Siddall
Untitled Project By: Brandon Siddall
There are two nurses behind a high counter, Julie (22) and Lydia
(21). They are your typical nurse type. Lydia appears to be a Latin
decent and Julie is a thin black woman. They are gossiping about
their relationships. They are dressed in baby blue scrubs. We join
them Mid-Conversation.
Julie
...and he was in bed with his sisters friend
Lydia
You don't mean... you gotta be kidin'.
Lydia seems to know exactly who Julie is talking about. Julie rolls
her eyes and smirks
Julie
You got it
Lydia
Ge' outta here, thats nasty...
Julie
Its your turn now, honey
Lydia
fuck... Mr. Hesta again?
Bernie
TRAVIS!!! TRAVIS!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!!
Bernie knocks one of the pictures down in a fury he kicks his bed (on
wheels) and he falls on the floor. Clutching his shin. He begins
scrambling on the ground;
Bernie
TRAVIS!!! COME GET ME!!! PLEASE!!!
Bernie
You have to... help. Travis, please...
The door opens and the lights come on, two orderlies come into the
picture they are large strapping men with white clothes and black
belts. Bernie seems lost and scared, he begins to yell incoherently
and the men pick Bernie up off of the ground. In a very jerky motion.
He is uncooperative and he doesn't stand, he goes decides to go dead
weight so that the orderlies will put him down. They dont, put him
down. Everyone seems to be moving really fast. Nurse Lydia comes in
behind the two men and tries to calm Bernie down. Lydia tries talking
over Bernie's yelling, it is very loud.
Lydia
MR. HESTER, you gotta calm down! MR. HESTA calm down already!
Bernie struggles against the men and yells at the nurse; this looks
to be routine for Lydia but for Bernie it seems like the first time.
Bernie
Let me go! I wanna go home, Travis will take me home!
Lydia
CALM DOWN HESTA!!! an' we will let you go! But ya gotta calm down,
ok?
Bernie pushes away from the orderlies and struggles, his left arm
comes free and he begins yelling again.
Bernie
TRAVIS!!! TRAVIS!!! GET THESE DAMN NAZI'S AWAY!!! SON!!!
Lydia
a'right now bernie, this is gonna hurt a lil' ok? But you give me no
choice. Sorry Mr. Hesta...
Bernie
POISON YOURSELF!!! DO IT!!! DONT TOUCH ME!!! TRAV...
Lydia moves in closer to Bernie and his voice is muffled, and we blur
out quickly and cut scene.
INT – RECREATION AREA – DAY
Harry
I heard they done it to ya again, buddy, yeah?
Harry waits for Bernie to say something, a worried look comes over
Harry's face. He begins again when Bernie doesn't speak.
Harry
Its getting worse ya know, they are gonna give it to you everyday
now. You gotta stop with them damn episodes.
A woman walks up and tries to just take the paper. Harry brushes her
away and shoo's her.
Harry
Get outa here Alice, get your own damned paper.
Harry
I got mail Bernie, I heard from my grand-daughter. She is graduating
next month isn't that grand?
Harry
Bernie? Did ya hear my little grand daughter is graduating. She is
making something of herself, she's gonna be a senator. Believe that..
My little pumpkin...
Bernie has the same empty look on his face, he is in bed and the TV
is off. He is staring at the small sliver of light that is barely
coming into his room from the outside. The room is really quiet and
we can only hear Bernie breathing. The phone begins ringing but he
makes no attempt to answer it. Bernie continues to stare at the
sliver of light. A Voice over plays while we look at Bernie in bed.
Bernie (VO)
My boy Travis is a real go getter, thats a boy that knows just where
he is going in life. Travis is the most caring and loving boy a
father could ever have.
Bernie (VO)
And right she was Trav, you can be anything you wanna be. You mom was
one hundred percent right.
Bernie (VO)
You will be son.
Bernie (VO)
You will be.
FADE OUT
FADE IN
Inside the truck we meet Travis (30) a young man with black neck
length greasy hair. His face is littered with black stubble. He is a
fidgety and small framed young man. Very bony. His eyes are sunken
back. He is wearing a extra large navy blue sweater. The sweater is
way to large for him. He is an obvious junkie. He is very
uncomfortable, breathing heavy. He looks like he is on the brink of a
breakdown. We join him while he waits for his accomplice Luke (27) to
get back to the truck. He is fiddling on the steering wheel kind of
tapping, drumming away and looking in all of the mirrors. Travis
looks very nervous as usual.
Travis
Come on.. whats taking you... comeon comeon...
He messes with the dashboard and tries to wipe the windshield from
the inside with his sweater sleeve. Travis notices something in one
of his side mirrors.
Travis
Oh my god... herewego....
Travis
Alright man come on, you got it.
The passenger side door opens up and Luke jumps in with a ski mask on
and a duffel bag in one hand. He is wearing a black track suit. He is
out of breath and he rips the mask off. His black crew-cut hair is
sweaty and he is out of breath. He is frantic and yells.
Luke
DRIVE MAN FUCKING DRIVE!!! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!! DRIVE!!!
Travis is visibly shaking and he fumbles with the keys, Luke seems to
be getting more and more pissed off. Luke looks all around and
apparently no one is chasing him but he still has a paranoid look
about him.
Travis
Sorry man, im fuckin sorry man!
Luke
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!! I TOLD YOU TO KEEP IT RUNNING YOU
FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!
Luke grabs the keys from Travis and puts them easily into the
ignition.
Luke
JUST GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE HURRY IT THE FUCK UP!!!
Travis starts the truck and the radio blares the Classic Rock station
startling both Luke and Travis.
Travis
Holy...
Luke turns it down and they pull out of the parking spot very
erratically.
Travis
Sorry man, god im so sorry. Please...
Luke looks behind him and breaths a sigh of relief when they are
clear of the parking lot. Travis is frantic on the wheel, but he
steadies up and begins to drive normally. Luke sets the duffel bag on
his lap and opens it up. We now see Luke is a fairly built younger
man. He is clean cut and is always straight to business.
Travis
We got it right? Right man?
Luke seems agitated by the fact that Travis would even ask. We can
tell that Luke has a strained relationship with Travis.
Luke
What? I... I fucking got it? What do you think? Use your fuckin' head
man.
Travis
Your right Luke sorry...
Luke
Jesus fucking Christ Travis!
Luke shows four bundles of 20 dollar bills. The sight of the money
soothes Travis and Luke and they stop yelling.
Travis
Ahh... we got it...
Luke pulls his 9MM Hand Gun out of the duffel bag too.
Travis
Hey luke man, you didn't uhh...
Luke points the gun at the road ahead of them. He knows how to use
this weapon. Luke seems to of had some sort of Military training. He
doesn't turn his attention too Travis he just keeps aiming.
Luke
Shoot anyone?
Luke looks over at Travis who is nervous at the sight of the gun. It
makes him visibly uncomfortable.
Luke
No man don't worry, I did not discharge my weapon!
Luke says this mocking a drill sergeant. Travis keeps his attention
on the road ahead. He is mindful of the gun but he keeps to the road.
Luke
Just get us to Staci's place ok...
Travis
Ok, ok sorry man, don't worry about it. Its cool. I got it. Staci's
right.
Luke
Shut the fuck up, stop fucking... what the fuck?
Travis
Sorry Luke, really...
Luke
Whatever
Luke sighs and looks out of the passenger window and taps on the
glass with the gun a little bit. Than puts it on the seat next to
him. Travis looks like he is calming down. But he is still Nervous.
The truck speeds down the Highway and we can see that the highway is
virtually empty. There are a few semi trucks passing here and there.
Fade Out
Fade In
Bernie is in bed in the similar manner that he was when we first saw
him, asleep. He has a new IV in his arm and he seems to be in a
really deep sleep. Nurse Julie is tucking him in and she turns off
the TV which is on a Bonanza rerun. The room is cleaned up from the
last episode. There is a slight knock on the door and Harry pokes his
head inside the room.
Harry
Oh, sorry i didn't know...
Harry seems embarrassed he turns to leave but Julie motions for him
to stop.
Julie
No its ok, Mr. Krumb, please...
Harry stops and turns, he comes back into the room and stands
nervously against the wall near the door.
Harry
Hi nurse julie... Hows he doin?
Harry seems really concerned for his friend here. He rubs his
mustache and fumbles with his hands.
Julie
Mr. Krumb how does Mr. Hester seem to be doing out in the recreation
area lately? Does he talk?
Harry thinks for a moment and puts his hand on his friends shoulder.
In a comforting manner. He is facing the nurse.
Harry
He's gettin' worse Ms. Julie i don't know, he just don't talk to
anyone.
Julie
Well I just gave him his meds... his “Episodes” are getting worse
though and I don't know how long until he loses it completely.
She takes a few deep breaths and turns to walk out of the room.
Julie
He will be out for a little while though
Fade In
The green truck pulls up to the Apartment parking lot and quickly
pulls into a space. It screeches to a stop and jerks with the
momentum from the speed of the truck. The building is old and tall it
is in a very bad area. There are two or three people sitting in front
of the building. They are teens one of which has a tall boy can of
Beer in his hand. Both Travis and Luke get out of the truck at the
same time. Travis' pace is quicker than Luke. Luke has the duffel bag
over his shoulder and he puts the gun into his belt line. Very
casually, Travis twirls his keys and they both walk up to the front
door of this apartment. Travis walks up to the door, he looks to the
wall near the door where there is a Intercom System. He presses
Staci's apartment on the Intercom System. The Intercom buzz's like an
alarm clock.
Intercom System
BUZZ...BUZZ...BUZZ...BUZZ...BUZZ
Travis looks worried and nervously runs his hand through his hair,
and takes a deep breath. He tugs on the collar of his sweater. He is
very relived and nearly hugs the wall when Staci answers. Staci
sounds a little out of it.
Staci (VO)
What? Who is it?
Travis
Oh man, Staci, Oh man... Come on its Trav and Luke! Let us up man, we
got it.
Staci is silent for a long time, Travis looks worried again and he
paces away from the intercom box. Luke shifts his position standing
there but remains still.
Staci (VO)
Well get your asses up here and bring that shit!
Travis nearly jumps for joy and he waits for the BUZZ on the door,
with a lot of anticipation. Once the BUZZ goes off he throws open the
door and holds it open for Luke who strolls into the Apartment
complex. Travis follows behind.
Luke (OC)
...fuck... im tired!
Luke and Travis pour into the apartment, Luke walks up to Staci and
moves his hand past her crotch area.
Luke
...Stace... hows my girl?
Staci rolls her eyes and switches addison to her other arm. Staci
ignores Luke. And he moves on to the Living room.
Luke
whatever
Travis stumbles into the middle of the living room which is connected
to the kitchen and doorway. Luke plops down onto the couch. There is
a large pile of dirty clothes right next to the couch.
Luke
Why don't you clean this shit up?
Staci (OC)
Fuck you Scumbag! You really know how to greet a lady. fuckin
Casanova...
Staci coughs and nearly drops her baby. Addison cries louder, she
bounces Addison until she stops crying. Staci walks into the living
room and she puts Addison on the couch.
Travis
Is she ok?
Than Staci turns her attention to Travis. And begins walking too him.
Staci
trav you look like shit!
Travis forces a smile and rubs his face, he walks further into the
apartment. He sounds like he is going to be sick. Staci walks up
behind him and puts her hands on his hips. Travis tries to force out:
Travis
...yeah, i dont feel so good. Hows DeShawn?
Staci begins to answer but is cut off when Luke pounds on the couch.
Addison begins crying again. Luke seems really agitated that Staci
and Travis arnt talking business...
Luke
FUCK THAT (Angrily) Look Staci I got the money. Two Thousand dollars
just like we said. Now call Bug and we can get our shit. Right?
Staci
Alright... chill out, I'm just sayin' hi.
Luke
Well fuckin hurry up already, we don't give a SHIT about DeShawn! We
want our fucking Coke!
Luke shoots up from the couch and walks over to Staci the two get
inches from each other and Luke presses in close to her. He puts his
hands low on her back. She blows smoke in his face and pushes him
away. Travis uncomfortably moves over by the living room table. The
table is covered in trash. There is crusted liquids and old food on
the table. There is a phone there surrounded by old pizza and
syringes.
Staci
Honey, Trav. Baby,
Staci
Trow me dat phone k?
Travis is alone now driving fast down the highway. His stereo is
blaring the Classic Rock station again. His sweater is gone and he is
wearing a black GWAR T-Shirt with holes in it. He is driving really
fast and he has a bag of cocaine next to him. He is dipping his
finger into the Cocaine, than he is rubbing the Coke on his gums. He
closes his eyes and seems really satisfied with the coke. He smiles
and than his eyes jerk open when we hear a car horn blast. He jerks
on the wheel and checks his mirrors.
Travis
Damn, asshole...
Travis cranks up his radio, he sings along with the song on the
radio. Than speeds up.
Travis
...yea...
The whole time the message plays Travis doesnt really seem to care.
He puts the bag of Cocaine on his table and puts a little on his
finger. He snorts some just as the Answering Machine starts his next
message.
Time lapse shot of Travis snorting than walking away from the couch
and pacing and doing pushups. Than he sits down again and snorts some
more. The screen is getting bluer and bluer. There is a voice over of
his father and himself talking while the Time Lapse is going on.
Bernie seems to be really angry and you can here it in his voice. The
sound of a screen door opening and slamming shut is heard
Bernie (V.O.)
Travis, get back here... Where The HELL have you been? Its 2 in the
morning.
Travis (V.O.)
Dad? Why are you up?
There is some rustling and we get some images of a teenage Travis and
a younger Bernie standing in a dark living room. They are really
blurry and they just flash for a couple seconds. Bernie has his hand
tightly around teenage Travis' left bicep. Travis pulls away from
him.
Bernie (V.O.)
Your NO GOOD TRAVIS!!!
Travis (V.O.)
You been drinkin, pop?
Bernie (V.O.)
I haven't been drinkin' bastard... your causin' trouble with those
piece of shit friends of yours arnt you?
The blue is a lot brighter now and Travis is slowing down, Travis is
pacing around his living room and eating something that he got from
his kitchen. The time lapse slows down too. Travis takes a snort of
the coke and rubs it on his gums. He tries to lay down on the couch
but he falls off onto the floor and knocks the rest of the coke down
onto the carpet.
Bernie (V.O.)
Your a piece of shit just like your friends... I hope you end up on
the street you BASTARD!!!
There are crashing noises as we Travis falls onto the floor and we
are flashed with images of his father stumbling around the old living
room knocking over a table and crashing into the wall. The screen
starts to get lighter and lighter. We hear some knocking its very
faint. We are focused on Travis' face, he is extremely sweaty and he
is on the ground in front of his couch. There is a crashing sound
from off camera. Wood splintering. There is a much older sounding
Travis voice over. He mouths the words though.
Travis (V.O.)
My mind is a machine gun
Travis vomits and spews food and white foam from his mouth. The
screen is getting white now... We see Travis' eyes looking around
half open not really at anything. They are restless. A hand picks up
Travis' face... The hand is of a African American Male. This is
DeShawn (29) but we don't see him we only see his hand. All sounds
are muffled now and echoed.
DeShawn (O.C.)
Travis, Yo! Travis!!?
Travis
Dad?
Fade to White