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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