by Jack Ferry
© 2002, All Rights Reserved
Title Card - "England. 10 years from now."
Quietly, a slow irregular rhythm of electronic beeps ring out.
LOUD - the steady ringing of a heart monitor gone flatline.
VOICES, muffled and almost unintelligible: Two medics in a
hospital, rushing to someoneís aid.
...Three One-Thousand, Four One-Thousand,
BOOM. Blinding light, two indiscernible shapes, then...
FLATLINE ringing. Muffled voices.
BOOM. Blinding light, two blurry figures of the medics, then...
FLATLINE ringing. Muffled voices beginning to fade out.
...Four One-Thousand, Five One
BOOM. Blinding light, two distorted faces, mutated demons
surrounded by needles, machines, tubes. The blinding light
QUICK FADE TO WHITE.
LOUD FLATLINE slowly fades out as the white screen...
FADES TO BLACK.
Slowly, a steady BEEP BEEP BEEP fades in until itís a strong
An EYE shoots open.
Everything is blurry and blazing in white.
The eye shoots its glance around the room at the
nightmarishly distorted shapes of the machines and jagged
MICHAEL, 18, on a table slat, tries frantically to pull
himself off the bed. His movements are restricted to small
violent spasms. Heís nearly paralysed, and appears to be
tied down by wires puncturing his skin, charging his muscles
The monitor above his head beeps loudly with the same
intensity of his convulsions.
He begins to choke on the tube down his throat. Blood spits
out of his nose.
The beeping quickens, like an alarm.
Fingers grasp for the edge of the bed.
Irregular hissy breaths, struggling to pull oxygen through
the miles of tube.
Eyes tear, blood red.
A person enters the room now, wearing a white lab coat. It
exists as a silhouetted figure. It approaches MICHAEL.
Suddenly, into the light, IN CLOSE, and through the blur:
A gaunt cockney woman with big crooked teeth.
This sends MICHAEL into a blind panic, though he can barely
move, captive to his paralysis.
Letís get this out, shall we? See if we
canít do it on our own, ey?
The NURSE grips the tube that is down his throat and slowly
slides it out of his mouth with a fluid violence.
MICHAEL chokes as he tries to catch his breath.
The room spins.
Panic beeps so quick they blend together like machine gun
fire. This activates an automated IV. Versed slugs down a
tube into MICHAELís arm.
Uh oh. Nighty night.
FADE TO BLACK...
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