A chronology of my attempts at creative writings, and my attempts to present those to the world at large (ie selling them)
Thursday, November 12, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 38
38.
SHOT – MED BAY – DAY – INT
FREIGHT
How many calories did I lose?
SHIP’S COMPUTER
2400.
FREIGHT
WHAT?
SHIP’S COMPUTER
2400.
FREIGHT
That’s more than was in the
Shitbucket Pie.
Beat as the ship doesn’t say anything.
FREIGHT
Are you sure?
SHIP’S COMPUTER
2400.
FREIGHT
Shut up.
Freight slides with his back down against the wall,
muttering to himself.
SCENE – MED BAY - INT – DAY
Freight turns his head at Bob. Bob ’looks’ back.
FREIGHT
Well. (beat) I guess there really
isn’t any other choice then.
Freight walks over to a table, takes out a sheet of paper
and draws on it. He takes the piece of paper, tears it off,
and crumples it and then throws it away. He does this a
second time and throws it away.
A close up of the blue print reveals a set of elaborate
straps designed to put him into the Medical chair. He
stares at Bob.
(CONTINUED)
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