Wait, it’s Monday night and I’ve actually got some writing done. Actually it’s more than ‘some’. We’ve hit the end of draft one.
Michael starts to frantically look around the flat.
Reckon we could take the screen out of there?
Because there must be something beyond that.
I’m not helping you any further. You’ve torn apart enough.
Scrap that idea, I’m going to mine.
Oh so now you’re running away?
All these flats are the same, I want to check my window.
Michael goes storming off through the front door.
Tony flicks the switch again
The light comes back and fill the room.
The screen displays the street outside again.
Tony stares in wonder.
He then runs out of the flat.
INT/ CORRIDOR/ DAY
Tony goes running down the corridor towards Michael’s door.
He knocks first.
There is no answer.
Tony cautiously opens the door.
He is faced with a bare brick wall
Tony looks horrified.
He moves across the corridor to the door opposite Michael’s flat.
He opens this as well.
Again, a brick wall.
A door at the end of the corridor opens and Andrea stands in it.
Tony doesn’t say a word.
I know this seems strange.
You could say that.
You didn’t take the pills did you?
Got told not to.
You don’t remember much about coming here do you?
We picked you.
You were needed for research.
You’re trying to say I’m some kind of lab rat?
You’re hardly a rat Tony. We just needed to know.
Can we get rid of the need for sleep?
Get me out of here.
That wouldn’t be a good idea.
Tony starts to stride down the corridor.
He breaks into a run
Straight past Andrea.
He ends up running straight into a field
Green grass and sunlight.
I’m hating the ending even as I’ve written it, it’s too crippled by obvious exposition and I seem to have suddenly become aware that I was reaching the end of my time frame. I’ll leave this script here right now for a short while and let it sink in before ripping it up and doing some surgery to get to draft two. I’ll also blog about stuff unrelated to this soon as this seems to have overtaken the blog for the last few weeks.