Let's try something out...

001 - INT. FORD PINTO

Pulled over to the side of a residential street, a red Ford Pinto sits idling. BOB rests his head against the steering wheel. He sighs.

BOB
Why today?

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BOB gets out of his car.

002 - EXT. RESDENTIAL ST.

BOB opens his trunk and pulls out a maroon valure suitcase. He slams the trunk shut and walks up to the one house on the block with a picket fence. He puts one hand on the fence and leaps over it. He walks up to the door and knocks. A very PRETTY LADY, ten years older than BOB, answers.

PRETTY LADY
Oh, I'm so glad you came today Robert!

BOB
Hello, Joyce.

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BOB enters the house.

003 - INT. JOYCE'S HOUSE.

BOB follows JOYCE through the house. He looks around. Everything is so neat and tidy, it makes him uncomfortable.

BOB
Where are we doing this?

JOYCE
Downstairs, in the basement. He's waiting. And he's not happy.

004 - INT. JOYCE'S BASEMENT.

BOB follows JOYCE into the stark, desolate basement. He comes upon Joyce's HUSBAND, sitting at a nondescript square table below an overhead lamp, smoking a cigar. With hostility, he flicks some ashes off its end.

HUSBAND
(irritated) Hello, Bob.

BOB
Um...h-hi....

HUSBAND
Good to see you and all.

BOB
Y-yeah, it's...it's good to see you, too...(awkward pause) You're looking well...

HUSBAND
(straight to the point) You've postponed this four times. I was beginning to think you were too afraid.

JOYCE
(tickled) Oh, stop sounding so dramatic, honey!

HUSBAND
(irritated sigh) You can go upstairs now, Joyce.

JOYCE trots upstairs, blissfully ignorant as to what's about to take place.

HUSBAND
Sit.

BOB nervously takes a seat across from the HUSBAND.

HUSBAND
Shouldn't have put this off, Bob.

BOB
Yeah, I'm...I'm really sorry about that...

HUSBAND
Because procrastination isn't good for ya, you know? When something stares you in the face, you shouldn't run away.

The HUSBAND suddenly slams his handgun on the table, intimidating Bob greatly. The husband takes a drag of his cigar.

HUSBAND
Better to just...treat the situation like a Band-Aid, you know? Anyone ever tell ya that? Just treat it like a Band-Aid you have to just rip off. But I certainly can't be the Band-Aid, Bob, not an old man like me...

The HUSBAND puts out his cigar on the table.

HUSBAND
(flatly)...so don't rip me off.

BOB looks down at his lap, his eyes filled with dread.

HUSBAND
(gestures to the briefcase) Is that what I'm looking for?

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BOB
Yeah.

BOB opens the briefcase and turns it over to show him.

theres about fifty thousand in cash lined up perfectly in the case. All brand new crisp one hundred dollar bills

BOB
Now do you have what i want?

The HUSBAND keeps his cigar in his mouth and his eyes concentrated on BOB.

He then pulls out another briefcase and puts it on the table.

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BOB stares at the new briefcase.

HUSBAND
Time and tide waits for no man, Bob.

BOB glances at HUSBAND and turns back to the suitcase, slowly clicking the latches open and lifting the lid.

BOB
Is this it?

HUSBAND finishes the cigar and rubs it out in the ashtray by his elbow.

HUSBAND
Do I look like a man who would screw you over, Bob?

BOB
No, no. You don't look like a man who would...

HUSBAND
What, Bob!? Who would what?

BOB
Who would screw me over. I trust you, Fin.

FIN
Good! Can we get this over with now? I don't ever want to see you again!

BOB is troubled. Things are not going smoothly for him. FIN is acting irrational, and BOB doesn't handle irrational people well.

BOB
Um, yes... of course...

BOB hesitates. He wants to open the suitcase and check it, but he can tell that FIN would just get angrier.

Not wanting to scare off FIN, BOB clicks the latches shut and slides the briefcase off the table and down onto the floor by his side, the entire time eyeing FIN curiously.

Suddenly, A loud THUD is heard through the walls of the basement, followed by a louder, echoing BOOM. The overhead lamp shakes slightly, and dust filters in from the ceiling. FIN picks up the receiver of an old bakelite phone, now apparently wired into the comm system.

FIN
Baker, talk to me.

BAKER (On phone)
He's here! He ****ing found us! He ****ing-

BAKER is cut off and the line disconnects. FIN'S eyes grow wide with terror. He slowly hangs up the phone.

FIN
S***.

BOB (Nervously)
What- Who is it? Who's here?

FIN stares blankly at BOB as he pulls out his Beretta .45.

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FIN
Go out the back window, and take this.

FIN tosses Bob the unopened briefcase.

FIN
And whatever you do, don't look at what's inside!

BOB stares at the briefcase, unable to move.

FIN
Go!

BOB turns around and heads towards the back. He opens the door and stands in the doorway. He hears a gunshot.

Instinctively, BOB runs away from the noise and finds himself in a long apartment corridor leading to an intersection with a window. As he begins to run towards the window downt the corridor, he hears more gunshots, and turns around just long enough to see men in full tactical gear aiming large pistols at him.

As MAN ONE raises his gun to fire, BOB raises the briefcase to his head instinctively, and feels the case knock rougly against his head. Fearing for his life, BOB takes a flying leap through the window, shattering it to pieces.

INT. ASYLUM EXAMINATION ROOM

A group of doctors clad in white lab coats, and wearing masks stand grouped around BOB, who is crouched on the floor, in a crumpled position.

BOB slowly looks up toward them, twisting his neck around and blinking dazedly into the bright lights above their masked, impassive faces.

A SURGEON steps forward towards BOB, and holds out a gloved hand, in what is supposed to be a welcoming manner.

BIB scrambles backward away from the green latex glove, and bumps into the legs of the doctors behind him.

SURGEON
We understand that you are very confused, Bob.

The SURGEON removes his face mask, and fakes a smile.

SURGEON
What you have been through is likely to have been very traumatic. You must understand that you have been in a coma since you were 16 years old. Everything you remember since the day you fell out of your friend's car is a delusion, created by a tormented and trapped mind.

BOB scrambles to his feet, his hands are shaking and there are tears in his eyes.

BOB
NO! I won't listen to it! You're lying to me!!

BOB grabs the SURGEON'S arms.

BOB
TELL ME IT'S NOT TRUE!

The SURGEON turns towards an accomplice, and gently takes a large needle from him.

BOB instinctively scrambles around the room, being grabbed by two large nurses, who restrain BOB to a nearby table. The SURGEON hovers over BOB.

BOB
No! You bastard! You-

The syringe pierced into BOB's vein.

SFX: Heartbeating

SURGEON
Nighty-night Bob...


FLASHBACK - HIGH SCHOOL - SIXTEEN YEARS AGO.

TITLECARD: SIXTEEN YEARS AGO...


EST. JACKSONVILLE VOCATIONAL INSTITUTE - DAY

Students walk around the outside of the school.

SUPER: Jacksonville Vocational Institute.


INT. CAFETERIA - DAY

BOB wakes up from his nap in the cafeteria, he is startled as he does not know why he is here. A GIRL approaches BOB.

GIRL
(chuckles)
Have a nice rest?

BOB turns his head to GIRL.

BOB
Joyce?!

JOYCE
I'll just take it that you did.

BOB
Joyce?!

BOB stands up and examines JOYCE.

JOYCE
(hesitant)
Uh... Bob you're kind of freaking me out here.

BOB circles around JOYCE.

JOYCE
(annoyed)
Okay Bob, please stop. Please stop.

BOB stops examining.

BOB
Sorry, it's just-

BOB looks at JOYCE in the eyes, and gives a quick scan.

BOB
It's just... you're so...

JOYCE
(angered)
You know what Bob, I think I'm gonna leave now.

BOB (V.O.)
Why am I here?

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Wow, that script certainly went a different way then I expected...you guys are lucky I didn't butt in and make changes like I wanted to!

But seriously, good script, guys. We should do this again sometime.