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Script My Project 1
Script My Project 1
GYM -- DAY
Through his pained state he can sorely make out a muffled con
between two distinct individuals, as his head spins with
anticipation and anger waiting to see who would walk into the
room he continues to rub his face forcefully, soon the door
opens to crack open and his head shoots up in need of comfort
from his lover,
though his conflict within himself sets him off and he glares
up into her eyes once her face is met with his and he hears
the door click closed, he hastily presses his lips together
holding back from any contact with her his eyes shift onto
the hard flooring once the door opens again the doctors shoes
catch the corner of his drifted state, and for what could be
a close touch down of a fight with his girl turns into a high
tensioned field of emotion.
DOCTOR
Due to the severity of the damage,
physiotherapy will be necessary. It
won't be too harsh - starting with a
thorough examination, then a tailored
physical exercise to get some feeling
2.
DENISE
Is he going to be alright?
DOCTOR
(Dodges question) He could start as
soon as Monday, and we'll get him on
these different kinds of..
WILL
I don't need that It's pointless, just
like all of this.
DOCTOR
Sir.. this is the only way to get you
on your feet again, nerve narrowing
isn't something that just goes-
WILL
Are you dense? I said I'm not doing
it.
DENISE
(Sighs) Please..
(Focuses on WILL, giving a stare
of pure confusion and concern yet
she seems a bit stand offish with
his new given state)
DENISE
(Holding a a hand on his shoulder,
looking at him with that same
expression as before her eyes soon
Leave him and meet the doctor her
voice stating a form of dominance.) So
when can he start on the meds..?
DENISE
(How are you holding up? (She
walks behind him, leaning on the
counter, her hands meet the side
rails and she gives it a gentle
squeeze trying to center herself
through the tensioned air between
them both.)
He keeps his head down, into the fridge his Back to her
trying to avoid eye contact given the fact that all he can
think about is her outside the hospital door earlier, finding
anything to snap at her. An excuse.
WILL
I don't know, DENISE I uh I guess Not
so bad.
DENISE
Just "not bad".. You know I see how
hard this is on you Right? I'm not a
complete idiot WILL you can let me
in..
She moves closer behind him, her hands meet his shoulder
blades and her tone radiates sympathetic and gentle warmth He
closes the fridge and throws his head backwards grinding his
teeth in response of her touch he whips around to meet her
eye to eye, looking defeated and yet angry.
WILL
You want me to let you in? Fine. What
the hell was coach doing outside my
hospital room talking with you? Why
4.
DENISE
It's not what you think, Will calm
down we can talk abou-
He stays engaged showing his love for her given the fact he's
still paying her mind. But he CUTS HER OFF.
WILL
.. about how you were? And not a
single question about his own fighter,
Am I that big of a disappointment that
he would rather latch onto nothing
instead of being some kind of actual
mentor.
It's almost like he's still facing his opponent in the ring
head-on, experiencing that thrive in adrenaline he will never
feel again, but this time he doesn't know who he is fighting.
He CONTINUES.
WILL
You know I've got nothing except for
those gloves. No grades to show for
anything, no records to look back on,
no experience in anything else.
Nothing..
DENISE
There's always something--
WILL
You don't understand! I'll never be
the same again. This-- being in the
ring, fighting, it clears my head,
grounds me. And that was all ripped
clean from my hands within seconds,
because I was wasn't paying attention,
5.
WILL
I can't do this. I don't know who I am
without this, Yeah I've got this you,
me but all of this DENISE isn't
fucking fair, but that's life Right?
WILL
Why the hell can't I feel any- Good
god we are just staring at each other
now?
WILL
I just.. I can't do it. I can't..
DENISE
(She pauses) You can.. WILL you can do
this. I know that you can, you're
doing everything you need to get
there, this injury is a mild setback
to a world of possibilities We could
start-
WILL
No..
DENISE
You start the remainder of therapy
next week, and the meds you're on,
there's trials to help you. We're
trying to help you..
DENISE
(We're going to get you back to
being, you being the way you way
you should be, you should be
confident and happy in being
well, you.(She cups his face and
offers a small disorganised smile)
WILL
DENISE this was put in front of me not
you I just need to.. figure this all
out, alone.
She pulls back fast, and looks to the side of him and away
from her. He fixates on a shattered glass on the side that
broke in his outburst. The broken glass represents that
broken hope, maybe even him at this moment. He didn't even
feel it.
He stays facing away from her, watching the glass that has
already been placed on the counter beside them. She moves to
go near him again hesitantly but he holds his hand away in
front.
WILL
And I need to do it alone.
DENISE'S eyes follow his line of sight down to the glass, and
she nods curtly. She begins to shut off away from like has
already. She CROUCHES down to clear up the glass as he BACKS
UP towards the door.
DENISE
Hey I've got this.. you just..
WILL
I'm going to the gym. Thought I'd
still be exercising like the doc said.
She gives him full attention and a weary smile, still unsure
of his actions. She rubs her arm where she was pushed by him
though she goes to hide it.
DENISE
That sounds good, just be careful..
8.
WILL
I will be, and I'll be home as soon as
I can..
The tension between the two from earlier still stands, but
she does her best to break it. But to no avail.
She cups his cheek and NODS toward the door, signaling for
him to leave. A small moment of hope lingers between the two,
but the tension remains, and all goes QUIET.
DENISE
You've got this..
WILL
Yeah I know..
(His face falls flat into a
straight line and he rocks back
and forth)
WILL unlocks the door and opens it, stepping through it, like
a man on a mission, we TRANSITION with a MATCH CUT TO THE
NEXT SCENE.
WILL steps down into the gym hall through the door into a
WIDE SHOT. As he moves, we do with him, following his side
profile.
WILL
Come on.. come on just work.
WILL walks back into the house, sets his bag down and
collects himself.
WILL
I'm sorry..
The BANGING turns into muffled voices and he sways, the light
BLINDING him he covers his eyes with his hand. A CLOSE UP to
his face closes the scene and WE MATCH CUT TO THE ORIGINAL
SCENE.
REFEREE
SIX.. SEVEN-
FADE OUT.
THE END
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