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"HIDDEN"
by
Steven J. Fauquier
First Draft
December 17, 2004
Second Draft
E-Mail
February 5, 2005
swifte5070@yahoo.com
FADE IN:
EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY
A rainy, gray day. Gravestones surround the entire foggy
area. Most of the gravestones have colored flowers and other
personal belongings from loved ones enshrouding them.
CHRISTIAN TASROE kneels in front of a gravestone, head down,
sobbing. Christian is very young-looking, thin, unshaven.
Someone SNIFFS close behind. Christian quickly composes
himself, alert.
An ELDERLY COUPLE passes by, arm in arm. We hear them
whisper something to each other, WE CAN'T MAKE IT OUT. They
move along until they vanish into the thick fog.
GRAVESTONE
R.I.P.
In Loving Memory
Jessica Tasroe
1971 - 2003
Christian's LEFT HAND reaches out, still adorned with a
wedding ring, he runs his fingers along the engraving of the
word "Jessica".
Beat.
CHRISTIAN
(o.s.)
We'll be together soon.
EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY
Christian walks past several parked vehicles, hands in his
jacket pockets.
He reaches his unclean black Cavalier and gets in.
INT. CAR - DAY
Christian drives along a busy three-lane road as rain pelts
his windshield. He flicks on the wipers, too slow, makes
them faster.
The windshield begins to fog up. He turns on the heat to
clear his view.
2.
Christian's head darts from side to side, checking his blind
spots. He flicks on a turn signal.
EXT. ROAD - DAY
The Cavalier makes a lane change from the middle lane to the
left lane. It's just as crowded, maybe more so.
INT. CAR - DAY
Christian slumps back in his seat. He turns off the heat and
turns on the radio.
The radio plays "Losing My Religion" by R.E.M.
Christian wipes his face with his damp jacket sleeve.
A loud HONK startles him. Christian looks in his rearview
mirror to see a black truck BLINKING ITS LIGHTS so close
behind that the vehicle is almost touching his back bumper.
FRONT WINDSHIELD POV
Through the rain and the hypnotic windshield wipers, we see
the traffic has picked up speed and is now moving along
smoothly ahead.
EXT. ROAD - DAY
The black truck moves to the middle lane and gives a few
more incessant HONKS before speeding passed the Cavalier.
INT. CAR - DAY
Christian angrily watches the truck speed ahead.
CHRISTIAN
Yeah, I heard you the first time
jerk off. Pretty tough behind a
horn aren't ya?
He shakes his head and flicks off the radio.
He drives along in silence, cooling off.
Beat.
CHRISTIAN
I'll be out of your way soon, don't
worry.
(beat; quietly)
Soon I'll be out of everybody's way.
DISSOLVE TO:
3.
INT. OFFICE - LATER DAY
Christian sits alone in a small, white cubicle. NO ONE IS
SEEN, but THE SOUND OF MANY COMPUTER KEYS BEING PRESSED
fills up the silence of the room.
He stares at a framed picture of his wife as she smiles for
the camera. The spray of a fountain has shot up behind her
right at that moment.
COMPUTER SCREEN
Blank. A marker blinks on and off waiting for something to
be typed.
Beat.
CHRISTIAN
turns off the computer screen. Gathers his things, leaves.
INT. ELEVATOR - LATER DAY
Christian presses the L button for lobby on the panel. He
waits for the doors to close. They begin to shut but are
promptly stopped in progress by a HAND that shoots out from
around the corner.
The hand belongs to Christian's BOSS who stands in front of
him; scowling as most bosses do when their employees aren't
working.
BOSS
Where are you going Tasroe?
More of a demand than a question...
CHRISTIAN
Home.
BOSS
Something the matter? Gotta a tummy
ache do ya?
Christian looks away, disgusted, fed up.
BOSS
I told you last month you were on
thin ice Tasroe. If you want to be
at home so much, just stay there.
Why bother coming in at all? You
sure as hell don't do much around
here anymore except take up space.
4.
CHRISTIAN
I - -
BOSS
When was the last time you met your
quota?
Christian glances at his shoes. beat.
BOSS
Exactly my point, you can't even
remember.
The elevator doors begin to shut again. Boss man stops it
with his intrusive foot.
CHRISTIAN
I'm having some personal problems...
you know this.
BOSS
You've been having these same
personal problems for over a year
now. I was sympathetic then... but
now it's just pathetic.
Christian shakes his head.
BOSS
You hafta move on pal. I mean look
at you, you're a mess. And to be
perfectly frank with you Tasroe...
I don't want you moping around here
anymore effecting my employees'
working environment.
CHRISTIAN
So you're letting me go?
The elevator doors begin to close.
BOSS
Think of it as a permanent holiday.
They shut completely.
EXT. CITY - LATER DAY
Cars drive along, bumper-to-bumper, HORNS BLARING.
Many clouds of smoke from large industrial buildings climb
into the atmosphere and join the natural ones.
5.
INT. PHONE BOOTH - LATER DAY
Christian leans up against the side of the booth, phone
pressed to his ear.
CHRISTIAN
(Softly)
... I don't know right now.
Everything's just fallen apart
since she left.
(beat; listens)
Maybe a factory worker, something
along those lines.
(beat; listens)
There are plenty of plants just
across the way here.
(beat; listens)
I know it's not what you wanted
but...
(beat; listens)
C'mon Ma...
(beat; listens)
I can't even think about that right
now. You know how hard it is to
meet people in the city.
A middle aged FAT WOMAN knocks loudly on the phone booths
flimsy doors. She holds a McDonalds super-sized milkshake in
her stubby hand.
FAT WOMAN
(Somewhat muddled)
I need to use the phone right now.
You can't occupy it all day ya know.
Christian looks at her and nods.
CHRISTIAN
Because people only care about
themselves, that's why Ma.
(beat; listens)
Not now, I gotta go. Love you.
He hangs up, exits the booth passed the fat woman who bumps
him on the way by.
EXT. LIQUOR STORE - LATER DAY
Christian's car pulls into one of two remaining empty spaces
at an otherwise crowded parking lot. No surprise.
6.
INT. LIQUOR STORE - LATER DAY
Christian stands second from the front in a long line. His
mini shopping cart full of over-sized beer cans and liquor
bottles.
An OLD BALDING MAN pays for his Cognac at the register.
A very young looking TEENAGER stands nervously with a forty
of Smirnoff in his hand. He wears his hat backwards.
CHRISTIAN
(Whispers)
How old are you?
The teenager is startled, he looks around, spots Christian.
TEENAGER
Eighteen man. What's it to ya?
CHRISTIAN
(Smiling, still whispering)
How old are you really?
The teenager looks at the distracted cashier at the register.
With his mouth he mimes the word, or number "sixteen". Smiles.
CHRISTIAN
(Nodding)
At least you're not stealing.
(beat; whispers)
Take off your hat... up your chances.
The teenager does.
TEENAGER
(Whispers)
Thanks.
CHRISTIAN
(Shrugs)
Hey, you're young... have some fun.
TEENAGER
Nice. That rhymed.
The cashier places the old, balding mans Cognac in a brown
bag. He leaves.
Christian moves up to the register, pays. The cashier
doesn't even look at him.
7.
EXT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT
Bright florescent lights, BOOMING MUSIC from inside, your
typical nightclub. A long line has formed, composed of about
20-30 PEOPLE waiting to get in. The WOMEN are dressed in as
little as possible, sexy.
TWO LARGE BOUNCERS, one Asian, one African American, guard
the door.
Various cars whip by the street in front, MUSIC BUMPING.
INT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT
Various MEN and WOMEN crowd around the bar, shouting for one
of the bartenders' attention. The dance floor is even more
crowded, COUPLES grinding up against each other. Those who
have never met before, brought together by alcohol.
The techno-style MUSIC gradually grows INCREASINGLY LOUDER.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The stark contrast of a quiet, messy apartment. A lamp is
cracked and lies on its side on a small table. The LIGHT
sputters to life before dying again.
A shelf has been toppled over, numerous magazines are
scattered over the floor.
A window is open; the cold night air causes the curtains to
float in the air rhythmically like a ghost. The full moon
glows bright in the distance over the tall buildings of the
metropolis.
Broken beer bottles litter the floor. The little amounts of
backwash that always gathers at the bottom of the bottles
has spilled out onto the carpet.
Christian sits on a ratty looking couch that holds no
pillows. A half-full or half-empty bottle of Whiskey is
clutched in his hand and resting on his thigh.
The glow of the television, turned up to full volume,
flickers off of his drunken face. A local NEWS ANCHORMAN is
heard speaking.
8.
ANCHORMAN
(o.s.)
... after a mother of two deceased
children went missing last weekend.
Friends of the family believe that
she may have taken her own life.
Police are still looking for any
evidence that may have led to her
disappearance.
(Continuous)
......
Christian takes another swig of Whiskey. He reaches for the
portable phone nearby.
He presses one button, speed-dial no doubt.
Christian sits back against the couch, phone held tightly to
his ear, waits.
Beat. Someone picks up.
MAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
Drumheller Distress Center. How may
we be of assistance?
Silence. Christian says nothing. beat.
MAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
Hello?
NOTE: Christian's dialogue is all in drunken slurs.
Beat.
CHRISTIAN
So you're that guy that's been
hired for my life... for saving my
life, right?
MAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
Sir, is this an emergency?
CHRISTIAN
Are their any kinds of stress...
distress that isn't?
9.
MAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
I'm going to ask you to wait on the
line sir, someone will take your
call in a few short moments okay?
CHRISTIAN
Yeah okay, sure, good.
Christian chugs some more Whiskey.
Beat.
WOMAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
Hello this is Wanda speaking. Who
am I speaking too?
CHRISTIAN
You, Wanda, are speaking to a man
that is teetering on the edge. I
may jump.
WOMAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
Sir...
(Deep breath)
Do you have a weapon on you sir?
CHRISTIAN
Nope.
WOMAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
Good, that's good. Ummm, why do you
want to do that? I'm sure you have
family that will miss you, a wife,
a girlfriend, kid's maybe? What
about all your dreams? Are you
going to leave them unfulfilled?
Christian smiles like someone watching a playful puppy.
WOMAN'S VOICE
(Continuous; o.s.)
Your on the edge, I understand that.
But nothing good can come from
jumping sir, only death.
CHRISTIAN
Good.
10.
WOMAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
No it is not good sir. When - -
CHRISTIAN
Why do you care, huh?
WOMAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
Excuse me?
CHRISTIAN
Why do you care what happens to me?
WOMAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
I care because I - -
CHRISTIAN
You care because it is your job to
care. I'm a stranger to you. Why
would you care about someone you
don't know?
WOMAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
Sir, I - -
CHRISTIAN
Wanda?
WOMAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
Yes sir?
CHRISTIAN
This is you firth... first time
isn't it honey? Your first time
handling a suicidal caller, am I
right or am I right?
Silence. beat.
WOMAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
Second, actually.
CHRISTIAN
You have any other talents Wanda?
WOMAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
I'm not quite sure what you mean?
11.
CHRISTIAN
Obviously not then. You know
Wanda... you should probvly,
probably learn another talent.
WOMAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
And why is that, sir?
CHRISTIAN
Because you're not very good at
your job.
Silence for a long beat. Christian listens intently.
CHRISTIAN
You still with me, or are you
practicing becoming a mute?
Beat. Christian yawns.
CHRISTIAN
I'm gettin' tired over here. Maybe
I should jump after all.
WOMAN'S VOICE
(More serious, less
caring; o.s.)
You don't enjoy life, sir?
Christian thinks it over by taking in some more liquor. The
bottle makes a HOLLOW POPPING sound when he brings it down
from his lips.
CHRISTIAN
Life is something I do when I can't
get to sleep.
(beat)
Bad night, Wanda.
WOMAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
Sir, wait!
CHRISTIAN
Wanda?
WOMAN'S VOICE
(o.s.)
Yes?
CHRISTIAN
Don't listen to me... I'm drunk.
12. He hangs up. INT. APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NIGHT Christian stumbles into his room, bottle in hand. He drops to his knees near the bed and pulls out a brown BOX wrapped in duct tape. DRESSER Numerous pictures behind glass frames. Pictures of Christian and Jessica at various places, in each others arms smiling. Some pictures are of Jessica alone, smiling, happy. Various Polaroid's lay on the dresser as well. Christian places the box on the bed and sits beside it. Facing ahead, he gulps down some more pain killers in liquid form before putting the bottle on the bed-side table. Taking a deep breath, he drops the box in his lap and examines it closely. BOX Christian's HANDS rip off the tape and open the lid; revealing a GUN with many BULLETS rolling around beside it. He picks up the gun and studies it. INT. APARTMENT - BATHROOM - NIGHT A bright WHITE LIGHT shows everything in crystal-clear, unforgiving clarity. Christian pisses without a care into the toilet and onto its seat. He holds the gun in his left hand, drinking from the Whiskey bottle with the other. Christian looks abnormally pale and skinny. His face and eyes tired and worn-out. He finishes pissing, shakes, and takes a final swig of Whiskey before dumping the backwash down the toilet and flushing it. INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Christian sits facing the television as before, but now it is turned off. He holds the gun carelessly on his lap like he did the liquor bottle. His face contains a far away look. OPEN WINDOW Rain begins to blow into the apartment with help from the gushing wind outside.
13.
Down below we hear people ARGUING and CAR HORNS BLARING at
one another.
WALL
Dull THUDS. A woman's MOAN emits form behind it. A man's
GROAN accompanies it.
CHRISTIAN
is now crying. The type of crying when tears stream down his
face but with no facial movement. The look of hopelessness.
Christian slowly brings the gun to his head and presses it
against his temple. beat. He closes his eyes - -
... and pulls the trigger.
CLICK. The gun is empty.
Christian mimes what he thinks it would be like to blow his
own brains out and falls sideways onto the couch.
Beat.
He cries like a baby.
FADE TO BLACK
FADE IN:
INT. CAR - NIGHT
Christian drives along happily with his wife JESSICA beside
him. Jessica is good looking in the cute sort of way. They
laugh.
THE VIEW SHAKES
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
A white Cavalier and a white truck are tangled together in
the middle of the road. Windows blown-out, doors off hinges,
scrap steel and metal intertwine.
THE VIEW BLURS.
INT. AMBULANCE - NIGHT
Christian is bloody, bruised and breathing through an oxygen
mask as he sits over a broken, crumpled mess of a body. TWO
DOCTORS work on the carcass desperately.
14.
DOCTOR #1
(Very low, slow motion)
Clear!
DOCTOR #2
(Very low, slow motion)
We're losing her!
THE VIEW DISTORTS AND SHIFTS OUT OF POSITION.
INT. HOSPITAL MORGUE - NIGHT
A PAIR OF HANDS in white latex gloves pull back a white
sheet, revealing Jessica's lifeless face.
Christian stands over her solemnly and tries to hide his
inner pain. He fails. His bottom lip quivers. A tear drops
from his eye.
A BLINDING WHITE LIGHT.
EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY
The many FAMILY MEMBERS surround the area dressed in black.
They hold colored flowers and personal items.
Christian watches a casket slowly lower into the ground.
SLOW DISSOLVE TO:
INT. UNKNOWN ROOM - DAY
The BRIGHT SUN shines through the window and onto - -
CHRISTIAN
as he sleeps in a neatly made bed. His face cringes as the
sun's rays hit it. He slowly opens his eyes and looks around,
still drowsy.
Unfamiliarity comes over Christian ... he springs up like
someone threw ice water over him.
CHRISTIAN'S POV
A generic room. We see three walls, painted dark blue. A
dresser with a light and a book on it. Two closed doors.
Turning to the window we see a bright blue sky with thick,
puffy clouds. Lush Evergreen, Oak, and Maple trees reach
into the air.
Christian looks around confused, startled. He throws the
blankets off and gets out of the bed.
15.
He wears the same clothes as the last time we saw him.
Making his way to the desk he looks down at the book, the
cover reads: "Holy Bible".
CHRISTIAN
(Under his breath)
What the...?
INT. CLOSET - DAY
Many brand new shirts and pants hang down in front of us.
Beat.
The clothes part and Christian stands in our view looking
the clothes up and down.
INT. UNKNOWN ROOM - DAY
Christian rushes towards the second closed door and opens it.
He squints as a bright, but NATURAL LIGHT hits him. He
shields his eyes with his forearm.
EXT. SUBURBIA - DAY
Christian stands in a doorway, looking around. To either
side of him are houses that look exactly like the one he's
standing inside of.
BIRDS CHIRP. PEOPLE CHEERING are heard in the distance.
Christian begins rubbing his squinting eyes when - -
Two loud HONKS' are heard. He brings his hands away from his
face, still squinting.
A black BMW with tinted windows rolls up to the curb in
front of him.
Christian watches as a TALL MAN wearing a bright white suit
steps out of the backseat of the luxury vehicle. The tall
man smiles, shuts the door. The BMW promptly pulls away from
the curb and drives off.
TALL MAN
(Enthusiastic shout)
Good morning!
Christian scans the area, looking for others. He can't be
talking to him?
16.
The tall man heads up the path towards Christian, looking
straight at him.
TALL MAN
(Smiling)
Have a nice sleep?
He stops in front of Christian and offers his hand.
TALL MAN
I'm John Cross.
Christian looks the tall man up and down, bewildered, he
returns the handshake out of reflex. JOHN shakes his hand
vigorously.
CHRISTIAN
I'm... confused.
JOHN
(Smiles)
That's okay Adam, we all are.
Christian is taken aback.
CHRISTIAN
Uhh, maybe there has been a mistake
but... who are you? And why do you
think my name is Adam?
JOHN
I don't think... I know.
Christian wipes his eyes, squints at John.
CHRISTIAN
I hate to burst your bubble sir but
my name is actually Chris - -
JOHN
(Smiling)
I know what you think your name is.
Christian right? Of course I am.
Christian studies this presuming stranger.
CHRISTIAN
Do you always answer your own
questions like that?
John's smile broadens. He stares at Christian. beat.
17.
CHRISTIAN
Alright enough of this. Tell me
what's going on pal. Right now.
JOHN
(Smile casually fades)
Sure, you're entitled to know like
everyone else. But answer me this,
has anyone ever told you that
you're extremely forward with
people you just met?
CHRISTIAN
Yeah, but only the people that I
just met and am forward with.
John's smile returns. beat.
JOHN
(Gives him a wave to follow)
Let's take a walk. It's such a
beautiful day, isn't it?
CHRISTIAN
A walk?
More CHEERS ARE HEARD.
JOHN
(Motions towards the cheers)
To see where the fun is.
John makes his way down the path, adjusting his suit.
Christian watches him carefully. He scans the unfamiliar
area and hesitantly follows after.
EXT. FIELD - DAY
A large hill looms close now. John and Christian walk
parallel to each other, but keep their distance. Or more
like Christian keeps his distance. The long grass of the
field reaches just above Christian's knees, and just below
John's.
The many CHEERS GROW CLOSER with each passing step.
CHRISTIAN
Alright, so we're walking...
JOHN
Isn't it grand?
18.
CHRISTIAN
I'll tell you what, I'll pay you a
grand to tell me what I'm doing here.
JOHN
Money is of little importance in
this place.
CHRISTIAN
I see.
He doesn't. beat.
CHRISTIAN
So what's your story John?
JOHN
Me? Well, there is no interesting
story behind my life.
CHRISTIAN
I beg to differ. I've known you for
a total of ten minutes and I'm
interested.
JOHN
No you're not. You're only
interested in getting my answers to
your questions. But what is of
great importance is you, for it is
you that I have been watching
intently, day after day.
CHRISTIAN
You've been watching me, huh? Okay,
so what does that make you? God?...
or Santa Clause?
JOHN
What is the difference? You don't
believe in either of them anyway.
Christian nonchalantly kicks at something in the grass.
CHRISTIAN
That's not entirely true. I mean
let's face it, God and Santa Clause
don't exactly come packaged
together with a bow on top. They're
entirely different...
JOHN
Funny. You had no trouble
associating the two a moment ago.
19.
Beat. Christian squints once again, shields his eyes.
CHRISTIAN
Well, it was just as plausible to
me as accepting the fact that
you've been watching me day after
day, John.
More CHEERS emit from beyond the large hill.
CHRISTIAN
So let me get back to my first
question, since you agree that you
have the answers...
John smiles.
CHRISTIAN
What is this place?
JOHN
(Toying)
You don't know?
CHRISTIAN
I know that I fell asleep in my
apartment - -
JOHN
Passed out.
CHRISTIAN
and... What?
John glances at him.
CHRISTIAN
Whatever. I know that I passed out
in my apartment and woke up here.
And unless I have a terrible sleep
walking problem, John, you owe me
an explanation.
John speeds up his walk toward the hill and moves ahead.
JOHN
You'll be enlightened shortly, Adam.
Christian stops for a moment and then jogs to catch up. He
puts an arm across John's chest, both men halt in their tracks.
20.
CHRISTIAN
My name is Christian. Christian
Tasroe, got it? You seem like a
fairly intelligent man, I'm sure
you can grasp the concept.
JOHN
Your name is Adam. Adam Alexander.
John starts to walk away; Christian stops him with an arm
across the chest again. John looks to the arm, back up.
CHRISTIAN
(Getting angry)
I know who I am okay?
JOHN
You do?
CHRISTIAN
Damn right pal. So before we take
another step in our magical fairy
walk, you're going to tell me why
you keep calling me Adam.
John waits patiently; Christian takes the hint and removes
his arm.
Beat.
JOHN
Do not fall under the false
impression that I'm trying to make
you different here Adam. The cheers
coming from behind that hill are
from people that you will feel
right at home with. We can all
relate to you. We are all the same
because we are all different.
Different from the rest. Here, in
this place, every single person
receives a different name because
they're being received as a
different individual... embraced as
one.
Christian shakes his head.
CHRISTIAN
Riiight...
(beat. impatient)
So where exactly is here, John.
More CHEERS.
21.
JOHN
(Smiles)
Hear that?
John begins to walk ahead. Christian promptly follows, no
hesitations this time, curious.
EXT. HILL - DAY
CHRISTIAN'S POV
We ascend the large hill; John waits patiently at the top
with his back to us. The CHEERS are just beyond.
We climb and finally reach the top. The SUN BLINDS US for a
moment.
We look down towards the noise and see a game of baseball
being played in a very professional, and obviously expensive
park. The bleachers surrounding the field are filled with
many, many PEOPLE.
Looking to the right, we see an outdoor stage resembling the
kind you'd find on Broadway. Their is a play going on at the
moment, many SPECTATORS watch with interest.
Their are TEENAGERS below playing on the NBA-style basketball
court, or swimming in a large pool, sliding down water slides.
Some ELDERLY folks fish in a pond. Others simply read a book.
A beautiful waterfall drops from a canyon above.
A large dome with arcade-like sounds emitting from it is
spotted in the acres of land before us. YOUNG TEENAGERS run
in and out.
Various PEOPLE eat a seemingly endless abundance of food at
picnic tables, chatting it up, laughing.
In the distance, many boats drive around a lake. PEOPLE
water skiing and tubing behind them.
Christian's jaw drops as he scans the area ahead of him.
CHRISTIAN
Jesus... what is this place?
JOHN
Call me John.
(Smiles)
It's almost like a utopia, isn't it?
22.
CHRISTIAN
(In awe)
Or an incredibly expensive summer camp.
John laughs.
JOHN
I told you, money is of - -
CHRISTIAN
(Still watching
everything below)
Little importance. Yeah, I got it.
(beat)
I thought you had some explaining
to do before, but now...
CHEERS from the baseball game as another run scores.
CHRISTIAN
Where did all these people come from?
JOHN
Everywhere. All around.
Beat.
CHRISTIAN
How long have they been here?
JOHN
They are always here. This is their
home.
Christian turns to John. beat.
CHRISTIAN
You mean they own all this?
JOHN
They don't 'own'... but it belongs
to them, yes.
CHRISTIAN
And money's of little importance?
JOHN
Well, none actually.
Christian shakes his head.
CHRISTIAN
Sorry, I'm not buying it John.
23.
JOHN
Well you don't have to. That's the
beauty of it. It has all been paid for.
CHRISTIAN
Nothing in life is free.
(beat; smiles)
So what's the catch?
JOHN
(Watching the
baseball game)
Nice catch!
CHRISTIAN
Excuse me?
Christian follows John's gaze down to the diamond. An
OUTFIELDER cleans himself off and throws the ball back to
the infield. THE CROWD CHEERS.
JOHN
(Watching the
baseball game)
One of our best players.
(Turns to Christian)
Sorry, what did you say, Adam?
CHRISTIAN
Well Frank, which is what I'm going
to call you until you get my name
right in case you're wondering; But
uhh, I still get the feeling that
you're not telling me everything
there is to know.
JOHN
What do you want to know?
Christian can only laugh. Isn't it obvious?
CHRISTIAN
Do these people even have jobs? I
mean, how can they afford to pay
the taxes? Anything this good is
too good to be true.
JOHN
Why is it too good to be true? Do
they not deserve this? Do they have
to be tied down to mind numbing
jobs they hate just to barely
squeak by paycheck-to-paycheck?
(MORE)
24.
JOHN (CONT'D)
Here, money is not part of the
equation. Here, anything is
possible. Here... your dreams come
true. I mean that quite literally.
CHRISTIAN
Oh really? So what you're
essentially saying, and correct me
if I'm wrong, is that everyone down
there is living their dream at this
very moment?
JOHN
That wasn't what I was saying, but
essentially, yes. They are.
(beat. To himself)
You're catching on faster than the
others.
Christian scans the area below once more. beat.
CHRISTIAN
Okay, I'll bite. If this is indeed
true, I gotta say that I'm
disappointed. I mean this is great
and all, but excuse me for saying...
it is not very imaginative.
JOHN
Imaginative?
CHRISTIAN
Yeah. When I dream, I dream of
flying. I dream of becoming a
super-hero. I dream of having sex
with the woman I saw on T.V. the
night before. Getting my drift?
JOHN
Those are fantasies, there is a
difference.
CHRISTIAN
So people can live their dreams
here... just not their fantasies? I
still fail to see the difference.
JOHN
Fantasies are something you do when
your awake, to escape reality.
Dreams come at a time when your
sense of reality has dulled, when
you're asleep. Dreams are pure.
25.
CHRISTIAN
Actually I dream about flying,
super-hero's and sex when I'm
asleep. So if what you are saying
is true, and this is indeed a
dream-world... I should be able to
spread my arms right now and take
off like Superman.
Christian does the Superman pose and jumps in the air. He
doesn't go anywhere.
CHRISTIAN
Dammit. Guess that just about
spoils your theory.
JOHN
(Amused)
Even dreams and fantasies are
limited to your imagination. And
all imaginations have some
realistic walls, unfortunately.
CHRISTIAN
So whoever manufactured this place,
whoever created it, paid for it,
whatever. They can distinguish
between the two?
JOHN
No, I wouldn't say that. These
people do all the distinguishing
that is needed. But even without
that I believe that I could explain
the difference on my own.
CHRISTIAN
Yeah, I would guess so. I'd be
surprised if you couldn't at this
point. So enlighten me o wise one.
John smiles. beat.
JOHN
Dreams are something you want to
happen. Fantasies you do not.
CHRISTIAN
I don't know what you fantasize of
John, but I sure wouldn't mind if
one of my fantasies came true.
JOHN
You don't mean that.
26.
CHRISTIAN
Oh, but I do.
JOHN
You don't. Because as soon as that
fantasy of yours occurred, it would
become reality. The very thing that
you try to escape and replace with
a dream.
CHRISTIAN
I'm not trying to escape - -
JOHN
Why do you think you are here among
these people? You were unhappy with
where you were in life, and so were
all these people before you. I wish
you could see yourself now... lost
in wonder. Enchantment.
CHRISTIAN
How...? How can you assume anything
about me? You don't know me. You
don't know where I've been. But you
do know where I am and how I got
here, and that alone is why I have
followed you out this far.
JOHN
That is a lie and you know it.
Beat. Christian shakes his head and squints, he's utterly
lost, disoriented. He begins to SMACK himself on the cheek.
CHRISTIAN
(To himself)
Alright time to wake up now.
(Smack)
Let's go. Anytime.
(Smack)
Note to self... cut down on the
hard stuff. No more full bottles.
Use a god damn chaser.
He SMACKS himself once more.
JOHN
What are you doing?
CHRISTIAN
I'm trying to wake up from this...
this dream.
27.
John nods.
JOHN
Okay well, before you go back to
that five star apartment you live
in, at least stay to answer one
question of mine.
CHRISTIAN
I thought you answer your own
questions? And how do you know
about my - - ?
JOHN
The things you see before you, do
you find them pleasant or unpleasant?
Christian plays along and looks below at all the ordinary
people living an extraordinary life.
CHRISTIAN
(Looks to John, shrugs)
Pleasant, obviously.
JOHN
So if this is in fact a dream of
yours, you'd agree that it is a
pleasant dream, am I right?
CHRISTIAN
You are.
JOHN
Then why do you want to wake up?
The words hang in the air. beat.
JOHN
The fact of the matter is that
dreams make a better reality.
(Points below)
Don't you want to be a part of it
like all these people?
Christian scrambles to regain the upper-hand in the
conversation. True male hormones at work.
CHRISTIAN
Don't... don't even try to convince
me that those people in the crowd
dreamt of being spectators.
28.
JOHN
Everyone in this place is living
their dream because their not stuck
in a nightmare.
Christian rolls his eyes, but can't help but be a little
intrigued at the possibilities, no matter how preposterous.
CHRISTIAN
So what's your role in this, huh?
Why aren't you down there living it
up with all the rest?
JOHN
Because my dream is making other
people's dreams a reality.
CHRISTIAN
(Jokingly)
That's very generous.
JOHN
Right now, I know this is difficult
for you to understand. But it will
all be crystal clear very soon. I
haven't forgotten about you.
(Motions below)
All these people have experienced
their dream individually, and now
they live in one giant dream
together.
(Turns to Christian)
Tomorrow Adam... you'll live yours
as well. But until that time, I
only ask that you restrain yourself
from venturing down there.
(Mimicking Christian)
You seem like a fairly intelligent
man, I'm sure you can grasp the
concept.
Before Christian can respond, John is off walking down the
hill towards the people. Christian remains standing idly on
top of the hill, a statue in disbelief.
Beat.
CHRISTIAN
(Quietly to himself)
No problem... Frank.
DISSOLVE TO:
29.
EXT. HILL - SUNSET
The glowing sun shimmers its last remnants of life just
beyond the hill. The sky resembles a painstakingly detailed
painting with the various reds, oranges, and yellow's
encompassing it.
Beat. We admire the scenery. The silence. The peace.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. UNKNOWN ROOM - NIGHT
Christian sits alone on the edge of the bed, staring out the
window at the full moon off in the distance. On his lap is a
Polaroid picture.
THE PICTURE
is of Christian's wife Jessica. She smiles at us sitting on
a park bench with a fountain spraying water up behind her.
The same picture we saw framed in his office.
Christian's thumb is rubbing the picture gently.
Beat.
THE DOORBELL RINGS.
Christian snaps out of his daze and spins around. He pockets
the picture, slowly gets up, and heads towards the door.
Somewhat unsure.
INT. THE DOOR - NIGHT
The door opens, revealing a WOMAN with her back to us.
Christian waits. beat.
CHRISTIAN
Ummm... yes?
The woman remains standing with her back to Christian,
gazing up at the stars.
WOMAN'S VOICE
Wonderful night, isn't it?
The woman turns around. She's beautiful in every sense of
the word.
WOMAN
My name is Eve... Eve Gardener.
30.
EVE GARDENER'S eyes delve into Christian's eyes. Christian
looks like he's been struck by a lightning bolt.
EVE
Are you a religious man?
Christian takes a moment to gather himself. beat.
CHRISTIAN
(Half swallowing)
Excuse me?
EVE
The Bible... do you read it?
Beat. Christian studies her face.
CHRISTIAN
What is this?
EVE
It's a question.
Realization rushes over Christian's face.
CHRISTIAN
(Solemn)
Whatever it is you're selling, I'm
not interested.
EVE
What I'm selling is free. The big
question is whether you'll buy into
it or not.
Christian shakes his head. beat.
CHRISTIAN
I get it. You're a Jehovah's
Witness right? Well thanks, but no
thanks.
He begins to close the door. Eve stops it with her boot.
EVE
I'm trying to help you.
CHRISTIAN
Help me? What makes you think I
need help?
EVE
Because you asked for it.
31.
Beat. Christian looks Eve up and down, sizing her up.
CHRISTIAN
Do I know you?
Eve just stares at him. beat.
CHRISTIAN
John sent you didn't he?
Eve continues to stare at him with a blank expression. beat.
CHRISTIAN
I knew it. You're a beautiful woman
and that nut wants to know my
dreams and fantasies. So he sent
you to get them from me, right?
(beat; smirking)
I know how this works, and I'm not
going to let it. Sorry to disappoint
you honey, but you, your delusional
boyfriend, and your little cult can
go to Hell as far as I'm concerned,
and that's not a very far distance
at all. As soon as I regain my
bearings, I'm outta here.
Eve places her boot further inside the doorway. Christian
glances at it, looks back up.
EVE
Why is it that when people ask for
help and receive it, they're never
as grateful as they should be? They
feel like it was their fate to be
saved all along and were never in
any real danger at all. But when
this help is not granted, they
automatically blame God. Why?
Eve removes her boot from the doorway.
CHRISTIAN
I don't blame God for anything,
which is why I don't thank him for
anything either.
Beat.
EVE
I see.
Eve turns around and begins heading down the path without so
much as a nod goodbye.
32.
She glances back at Christian over her shoulder.
EVE
Don't go to sleep... Adam.
Christian watches in bewilderment, speechless as Eve rounds
the corner and out of sight.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. UNKNOWN ROOM - DAY
CLOSE UP ON CHRISTIAN'S FACE
as his eyes suddenly open. His breath comes out like a gust
of wind, or somebody inhaling their last breath.
His frightened eyes dart from side-to-side. Sweat perspires
from his forehead.
We finally see what Christian is looking at.
THE INSIDE OF A WAREHOUSE
It is completely empty. An extremely large, vacant area with
only one large window up top that allows the sun's rays to
fill the structure. Concurrently, it also reveals the vast
amount of dust that fills the air; the invisible viruses
that we breathe everyday without knowing, or caring.
Note: We only view Christian in EXTREME CLOSE-UPS, unless
directed otherwise.
CHRISTIAN
tries to get up, he can't. A thick rope hugs tightly around
his throat. The rest of his body is SOMEHOW RESTRAINED. He
tries again but his attempts are only halted by this unknown
force that is holding him back.
He twists and squirms with all his strength but cannot seem
to get loose from his trap.
He begins to panic.
CHRISTIAN
S-somebody here?
Christian's VOICE ECHOES through the empty warehouse as he
struggles continuously against his confinement.
CHRISTIAN
Can anyone hear me?
33.
Beat. A DOOR IS HEARD OPENING.
Christian suddenly stops struggling as he HEARS FOOTSTEPS
APPROACHING.
He tries to turn his head, but his neck is confined to very
limited movement by the thick rope.
CHRISTIAN
Hello?
The FOOTSTEPS are closer.
CHRISTIAN
Who's there?
The FOOTSTEPS seem to hover over him until - -
John Cross comes into view, smiling.
CHRISTIAN
(Relief)
Oh thank God! Get me out of here John.
John continues to stare at him, his smile fades.
JOHN
Thank God? Does that mean you can
blame him now too?
Christian's relief is short lived.
CHRISTIAN
John, what the hell happened to me?!
JOHN
(Smile returns)
This is what you wanted.
CHRISTIAN
What? No! I don't want this. Can't
you see I'm tied down? I want out!
Now! Help me out John.
Christian begins to struggle with the most ferocity yet.
JOHN
Relax Adam.
John casually walks out of Christian's view.
CHRISTIAN
Where are you going?! Don't leave
me here, please!
34.
Silence. beat.
Christian's eyes are wide, intensely listening for any sound.
beat.
CHRISTIAN
(Whispers)
Oh shit. This is not happening.
It's not real. It's a dream. It has
to be... a dream.
Christian closes his eyes tightly. Trying to wake up
anywhere else but where he is.
Beat.
JOHN
(o.s.)
A dream? Now that wouldn't be very
imaginative.
Christian opens his now moistened eyes.
CHRISTIAN
What is going on here?
(beat)
This doesn't make any sense.
John walks back into Christian's view, arms behind his back.
JOHN
It makes perfect sense Adam. You
just don't happen to understand it.
(beat)
This is what you need.
Christian struggles with his invisible restraints.
CHRISTIAN
I don't need this. I don't want
this. I don't even know what this
is. Why did you bring me here?
John's smile widens as he leans his face down towards
Christian's.
JOHN
As I recall... you called us.
INT. PHONE OPERATING ROOM - NIGHT
FLASHCUT:
35.
Dozens of people are seated at small cubicles as they talk
into their headsets.
Eve Gardener is one of them. She shakes her head, obviously
upset.
EVE
You don't enjoy life, sir?
The HOLLOW POPPING SOUND of someone drinking out of a bottle
is heard.
CHRISTIAN
(o.s.)
Life is something I do when I can't
get to sleep.
(beat)
Bad night, Wanda.
BACK TO SCENE:
INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
John continues to stare at Christian. His eyes seemingly
look into Christian's soul, his thoughts.
JOHN
Eve didn't like being told that she
was not good at her job, Adam. That
was very rude of you.
Christian struggles to take this all in.
CHRISTIAN
(Exasperated)
You set this all up.
(beat)
But why? How?
JOHN
Who? What? When? Where? What does
it matter Adam? All questions are
rhetorical when you know the answer.
Christian begins to tremble.
CHRISTIAN
(Quietly)
Enough games... please. Why do you
keep calling me by a name I'm not?
What is this place? Who are you?
(beat)
What happened to my life? Please...
36.
Beat. John stares down at Christian, a mix of pity and
sympathy in his eyes.
JOHN
(Soft)
It's a shame. People's dreams come
and go so fast that they can barely
remember them when they wake up.
But the bottom line is... we all
wake up. We all choose to.
John softly taps Christian on his cheek with the palm of his
hand.
JOHN
You have been kept in the dark long
enough.
John slowly backs away. He stares at Christian with a look
of sincerity we have not yet seen from him. His words match
his new demeanor.
JOHN
You are not in a dream world. This
is real, no matter how unbelievable
it might seem. And if it does seem
unbelievable to you, good, for that
is its purpose. My purpose.
(beat)
I call you Adam for your own safety,
Christian.
(beat)
This place, everything you've seen,
touched, experienced... does not
elude explanation.
(beat)
You are in the witness protection
program, Adam Alexander.
Christian's eyes widen. beat.
CHRISTIAN
(Whispers)
What?
JOHN
It's not unlike most suburban
communities actually. The nicer the
place, the deeper the secrets. The
same can be said for people.
(beat)
Christian Tasroe was in danger. I
rescued him. I... resurrected him.
37.
CHRISTIAN
No.
JOHN
I gave you life.
Christian can't conceal his frustration any longer.
CHRISTIAN
Given me life?! You've given me
nothing. What makes you think your
so high and mighty?!
JOHN
Because I value my life, Adam. I'm
not suicidal.
The words hit Christian like a car crash. beat.
JOHN
I told you that you were like those
people you saw over the hill. You
are those people, and they are you.
Christian is left speechless.
JOHN
(Continuous)
Well not literally of course, but
you are all bound by the same
immoral fabric. You see Adam, no
one can measure what is going on
inside of somebody that wants to
die. Most people spend their entire
life avoiding death, thus never
really living at all. So doesn't it
make perfect sense then, that those
who spend their life embracing
death, may have the right idea?
Christian shakes his head in disbelief.
JOHN
(Continuous)
Many on the outside believe that
people who commit suicide do it
because they don't want anything to
do with the world. But I believe
that people commit suicide because
they are afraid that the world
doesn't want anything to do with
them.
(beat)
So I created one that did.
38.
CHRISTIAN
W-what are you saying?
John nods his head, proud.
JOHN
What I'm saying Adam is that I've
created a shelter for the
emotionally homeless. The people on
the edge. The suicidal people. Like
yourself.
CHRISTIAN
No. There's no way you could do
that.
(beat)
It's not possible.
JOHN
Not possible?! That shouldn't be in
anyone's vocabulary. Besides,
you're not the only one with the
number for the Drumheller Distress
Center on speed dial, Adam.
Christian's eyes are wide.
CHRISTIAN
(Whispers)
Jesus Christ...
JOHN
Now your making me blush.
Christian's face suddenly goes bright red; he struggles
against the restraints.
CHRISTIAN
And this is how you help people you
psycho fuck!? You tie them up
against their will, abduct them
from their homes?! What kind of
protection program is this huh?!
What the fuck are you protecting me
from!?
John's arrogant smile returns.
39.
JOHN
There is really no need for
profanity. After all, it is only a
useless substitute for not knowing
how to express what you're actually
trying to say. But let me be
frank... seeing how you're
comfortable with that anyway, as I
attempt to interpret your malevolent
question to form an accurate answer.
CHRISTIAN
(Struggles in restraints)
Fuck you!
JOHN
Exactly.
John bellows a hearty laugh. beat.
JOHN
What am I protecting you from you
asked?
(beat. Dead serious)
I'm protecting you from yourself,
Adam. As I do everyone that enters
this program. Free will or not. The
witnesses are the people around you
that see your decline everyday. You
and all these people in this
program are the walking dead out
there. But in here... you are all
alive.
(beat)
I have created Heaven on earth for
people who only knew Hell. Can't
you see what a magnificent
accomplishment I've achieved?
Christian can no longer bring himself to look at John. His
eyes study the empty warehouse, looking for something, anything.
CHRISTIAN'S POV
We watch the sun's rays shine through the window high above.
We look back to John, who remains standing there calmly,
looking down at us. He inhales the many visible air born
viruses that consume the area.
Christian slowly becomes unusually calm and at ease
considering his predicament.
Beat.
40.
CHRISTIAN
Then why only take in suicidal
people then John? If this is such
an accomplishment, then why not
everybody?
JOHN
Normal people want to be where they
are... or at least can tolerate it.
The suicidal obviously do not and
can not. That is why if I don't
help them, who will? The average
Joe or Jane walking the streets
with a Big Mac and super-sized
fries in their stomach? Our
government?
(Snickers)
I don't think so.
CHRISTIAN
Then how? And don't tell me money
is of little importance. We both
know that can never be the case.
John shakes his head with amusement. Begins to pace.
JOHN
Okay, I admit I have put in some
money into this place. But in the
long run, it is such a small price
to pay - -
CHRISTIAN
The things I've seen cost a bit
more than some money. So level with
me. It's the least you can do
considering...
Christian moves around in his restraints. He makes his point.
JOHN
I'm disappointed in you Adam. I
thought you were more intelligent
then that. I really did.
(beat)
What is money? When you break it
down, really, what is it? All it
turns out to be are pieces of paper
with different pictures on it. Now
if I could duplicate Heaven, as you
clearly saw I could, then Adam
Alexander... how difficult do you
think duplicating pieces of paper
would be?
41.
Christian shakes his head in sheer disbelief.
CHRISTIAN
You're insane. I just hope you can
see how transparent it is.
JOHN
Ah, insane... what an interesting
word. It seems insanity is
associated to everything that is
beyond understanding.
CHRISTIAN
No. Just things that people refuse
to accept. It has nothing to do
with understanding. And I refuse to
accept this. This... reality...
dream world... whatever you want to
call it. I refuse to accept it.
JOHN
That's fine, you don't have to.
Choice is an illusion anyway.
Christian begins to tremble once again and mounts the only
offense available to him in his predicament... he spits as
much saliva as he can at John. It lands directly on John's
white jacket.
John looks at it, brushes it off with a scowl.
JOHN
You also refuse to accept that your
wife is six feet under, rotting
away. Don't you?
Christian's face becomes stone.
JOHN
Or is death just a concept you
don't understand?
The words linger in the musky atmosphere of the warehouse.
Beat.
CHRISTIAN
(Trembling)
How could you know about my wife?
John reaches into his pocket.
42.
JOHN
You'd be surprised what people tell
strangers with enough liquor inside
of them.
(beat)
Especially over the phone.
John pulls out A POLAROID PICTURE, examines it, quickly
shows Christian, and tosses it onto his chest. It is the
picture he was looking at earlier; his wife sitting happily
on a park bench, a fountain spraying up behind her.
JOHN
Pictures say a thousand words? I
believe that's wishful thinking,
don't you?
Christian fights to try and compose himself, it's a losing
battle.
John smiles down at Christian and briskly walks out of view.
Beat.
CHRISTIAN
(Calling out)
How do you justify this to yourself,
John?! Who benefits?! It's
certainly not the people!
John's FOOTSTEPS FADE FURTHER AWAY.
Beat.
THE DOOR IS HEARD SLAMMING SHUT.
Christian is left alone with only his thoughts and his
memories in the form of a picture that he can't get off his
chest.
FADE TO BLACK
CHRISTIAN'S SMALL, RAPID BREATHS ARE THE ONLY SOUNDS HEARD
THROUGH THE DARKNESS.
FADE IN:
INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
The empty warehouse would be pitch-black if not for the tiny
remnants of moonlight shining through the window above. The
floating viruses seem to have vanished, but they are still
present, only hidden.
43.
The most haunting thing about this place is that WE NO
LONGER HEAR BREATHING. An eerie silence encases the atmosphere.
Beat.
THE DOOR IS HEARD OPENING.
This time MANY FOOTSTEPS ARE HEARD entering the warehouse.
MALE VOICE
(o.s.)
I got the lights.
A SWITCH CLICKS ON SOMEWHERE. The SURGE OF ELECTRICITY
travels through the warehouse like blood through a vein
until a DULL, ORANGE LIGHT fills up the warehouse.
CHRISTIAN
lays motionless, eyes tightly shut.
Beat.
Many BOOTS come into view surrounding Christian. Their
SHADOWS engulf him. beat.
FEMALE VOICE
(o.s.)
He dead?
Beat.
MALE VOICE # 2
Rope coulda choked 'em.
A HAND REACHES DOWN toward the thick rope, checks its
tightness, pulls back out of view.
MALE VOICE # 3
Nope. Too loose for that.
One of the boots KICKS Christian in the ribs with a THUD.
MALE VOICE # 2
(Impatient)
Get up!
THE DOOR IS HEARD OPENING AGAIN. MORE FOOTSTEPS ENTER.
MALE VOICE # 2
(Calling out)
I think he's dead, John.
THE FOOTSTEPS GROW CLOSER.
44.
JOHN
(o.s.)
He's not dead Ezekiel... Only dreaming.
LAUGHTER.
More BOOTS come into the picture, their SHADOWS accompany them.
John leans down over Christian, he takes the Polaroid
picture off of his chest and taps him on the forehead with it.
JOHN
Rise and shine sleepy head.
Christian's eyes slowly open. He wears the look of everyone
when they first wake up, absolute disorientation. Like he's
been born all over again. His eyes are glassy and far-away
as they try to adjust to the DULL LIGHT.
CHRISTIAN'S POV
We are staring up at an excess of 20 people looking down at
us. Countless more can be seen in the background. These
people all share one similar characteristic; they don't look
well. Most are either very skinny or very fat, no middle
ground. They all are extremely pale and have dark circles
underneath their eyes. The men and boys wear nothing more
than T-shirts and jeans; the women and girls the same. Very
generic. Very hopeless.
Christian is startled at such a sight and attempts to sit up
like someone just threw ice water on him. But this time the
thick rope impedes his progress, choking him.
JOHN
Relax now.
Christian GAGS and COUGHS.
JOHN
(Looking over his shoulder)
Mary... some water.
MARY
(o.s.)
Sure.
FOOTSTEPS ARE HEARD JOGGING AWAY.
CHRISTIAN
(Raspy)
What is going on?
45.
JOHN
Your dream Adam. Your fantasy. The
thing you wanted most in this whole
entire world.
(beat)
It's time. And it is quite a
surprise... even for me.
Christian scans the area, confused.
CHRISTIAN
(Raspy)
Are these the... the people over
the hill?
JOHN
Uh-huh. But their not all old.
LAUGHTER.
Beat.
CHRISTIAN
(Raspy)
My... dream?
JOHN
This is a case where you should be
able to answer your own question, Adam.
CHRISTIAN
(Coughs. Raspy)
I have a new one.
JOHN
(Fake surprised)
Really?
FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.
CHRISTIAN
(Raspy)
Yeah.
(beat. coughs)
I want out of here, Frank.
JOHN
(Amused)
That's not your dream talking. Just
desperation.
MARY
(o.s.)
Here.
46.
John takes the glass of water from Mary.
EZEKIEL
(o.s.)
Bet you were dreaming about that too.
John nurses the water to Christian, who sips slowly. beat.
Christian begins to gulp down the water. He finishes,
keeping the water stored in his mouth.
John hands the glass to someone, turns back to face
Christian. Christian spits all of the water over John's face.
Some people GASP. Then it is silent. beat.
EZEKIEL
(o.s.)
Ungrateful bastard!
Ezekiel KICKS Christian in the ribs with tremendous force.
WE HEAR A CRACK. Christian GROANS in pain.
JOHN
Ezekiel! relax. Save it.
Ezekiel spits on Christian's face and slowly backs away.
CHRISTIAN
(Grimacing)
Fuck you! Piece of shit!
John wipes the regurgitated water off of his face with his
shirt.
JOHN
That is the second time you've spit
on me Adam.
(beat)
Shame on me, indeed.
Christian begins to struggle intensely against his unknown
restraints.
CHRISTIAN
(Hysterical)
Fuck all of you! Let me out of here!
I haven't done anything to you
fucking people!
JOHN
Now is that really what you meant
to say Adam? Or did you just fail
to find the proper words?
47.
CHRISTIAN
(Looking at everyone)
How can you do this to someone?!
Don't you see, he's using you! He's
making you slaves! Why can't you
see this!?
MARY
(o.s.)
He gave us life again.
CHRISTIAN
No!
John steps out of view as Christian squirms with immense
anger and desperation.
JOHN
(o.s.)
Let's get him up.
Christian's eyes dart from side-to-side as the many SHADOWS
CLOSE IN AROUND HIM.
CHRISTIAN
W-what's happening... ?
Various sullen PEOPLE raise Christian off the floor of the
warehouse.
WIDE SHOT:
WE CAN NOW SEE that Christian is tied to a large CROSS. His
hands spread out straight to the sides, his feet bound
together at the bottom.
The cross climbs until it is standing upright, supported by
those below. It stands a good 20 feet off the ground.
The word "Drumheller" is printed on the cross behind
Christian's outstretched arms. His arms cover most of the
word, however visibly behind his head, the word "hell" is
spotted in clear view, free from bodily obstruction.
Christian looks down at the CROWD supporting the cross below,
panic in his eyes.
John stands calmly, both hands wrapped around his back,
looking up at Christian.
CHRISTIAN
(Calling down)
What is this!?
48.
John smiles below.
JOHN
(Calling up)
I knew you were special Adam! From
the moment I saw you! There was
just something about you that I had
never seen before!
THE DOOR IS HEARD OPENING ONCE AGAIN. MORE FOOTSTEPS ENTER.
Christian tries to look towards the door, but is restrained
by the thick rope around his neck.
JOHN
(Calling up)
All these people never really
wanted to die Adam! They just
wanted help! They only wanted to be
saved! But I was wrong about you!
You're different! Even from us!
Christian's body begins to shake.
CHRISTIAN
No! Please!
JOHN
(Calling up)
You're the only one who dreamt of
the very thing I tried to protect
you from... Death! Now you shall
have it Adam! You shall live your
dream!
CHRISTIAN
No! I don't want this!
Christian can now see all of the PEOPLE that just entered
the warehouse standing directly below, looking up at him.
They hold rocks and lit torches.
CHRISTIAN
(Voice cracking)
Oh God.
Christian turns ghostly pale. He shakes his head as tears
flow down his face.
WE CAN HEAR THE FIRE CRACKLING BELOW.
49.
CHRISTIAN
(Calling down)
I never really wanted to die! I
only needed help! I'm not different,
I'm the same! If I wanted to die I
would've done it myself!
JOHN
(Calling up)
That's a lie and you know it!
Christian looks directly at John. No more pleading, only anger.
CHRISTIAN
(Calling down)
You say your dream is to help
everybody!? Bullshit! You just want
control! Who are you to play God!?
Who are you to take life as you
please!? You're the god damn anti-
Christ!
John's eyes widen, this infuriates him.
JOHN
(Calling up; pointing
at Christian)
You threw away your old life after
your wife died Adam! What do you
call living in depression twenty
four hours a day?! What do you call
living in a mess of an apartment
only to get drunk and kill off all
of your emotions like they never
meant anything to you!? You call
that life!? Do you!?
John grabs one of the torches and burns the Polaroid picture
of Christian's wife.
Christian looks hopelessly straight ahead, he is now eye-
level with the WINDOW of the warehouse.
CHRISTIAN'S POV
A full moon stares back at us through the window. Not a
cloud in the dark sky.
Beat.
50.
CHRISTIAN
(v.o. calm)
If there is anyone out there... I
need your help. I want to live. I
remember how to live now. I don't
want to die. Please. Jess, I will
see you again one day, but not now
honey. Not like this. I never knew
how to love something out there
until I knew how to love what was
in here. I need your help.
Somebody's help. Anybody's. I don't
want to die. Do you hear me?
(beat)
Do you?
Beat.
Suddenly a BRIGHT, FLASHING LIGHT appears before Christian's
eyes. He looks around confused, startled.
EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY
FLASHCUT:
GRAVESTONE
R.I.P.
In Loving Memory
Jessica Tasroe
1971 - 2003
CHRISTIAN
(o.s.)
We'll be together soon.
EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY
FLASHCUT:
The many FAMILY MEMBERS surround the area dressed in black.
They hold colored flowers and personal items.
Christian watches a casket slowly lower into the ground.
INT. CAR - DAY
FLASHCUT:
51.
CHRISTIAN
I'll be out of your way soon, don't
worry.
(Quietly)
Soon I'll be out of everybody's way.
INT. ELEVATOR - LATER DAY
FLASHCUT:
BOSS
You hafta move on pal. I mean look
at you, you're a mess. And to be
perfectly frank with you Tasroe...
I don't want you moping around here
anymore effecting my employees'
working environment.
INT. PHONE BOOTH - LATER DAY
FLASHCUT:
FAT WOMAN
(Somewhat muddled)
I need to use the phone right now.
You can't occupy it all day ya know.
Christian looks at her and nods.
CHRISTIAN
Because people only care about
themselves...
TELEVISION
FLASHCUT:
ANCHORMAN
(o.s.)
... after a mother of two deceased
children went missing last weekend.
Friends of the family believe that
she may have taken her own life.
Police are still looking for any
evidence that may have led to her
disappearance.
INT. THE DOOR - NIGHT
FLASHCUT:
52.
EVE
Why is it that when people ask for
help and receive it, they're never
as grateful as they should be? They
feel like it was their fate to be
saved all along and were never in
any real danger at all. But when
this help is not granted, they
automatically blame God. Why?
PICTURE
FLASHCUT:
Christian and Jessica Tasroe's wedding picture. In each
other's arms, smiling. Such a bright future ahead of them.
SLAM BACK TO SCENE:
INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
Christian stares ahead, a tear rolling down his cheek.
Beat. He looks down.
The FIRE is lit at the bottom of the cross. Christian looks
to the crowd with frightening realization; John nods.
The many PEOPLE hurl their rocks at Christian; The fire
climbs toward him as he screams in tormented agony.
FADE TO BLACK
FADE IN:
Christian's burnt and bloodied carcass in full view, tied up
to the cross and smoking from the recently extinguished flames.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY
An elderly couple walks along arm-in-arm by several
gravestones. The fog casts a slight mist in the air.
The ELDERLY WOMAN SNIFFS as they pass a MIDDLE-AGED MAN who
leans in front of one of a hundred gravestones in the area.
ELDERLY WOMAN
(Whispers)
So much sorrow is hidden in such a
small place.
The ELDERLY MAN nods his head.
53.
ELDERLY MAN
(Whispers)
I guess that's better than a little
bit all over.
The elderly couple walk away arm-in-arm; They vanish into
the thick fog.
FADE OUT.
THE END
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