Script:
Dom: So, I’ve read
your file and it states that you are here on the grounds of your criminal
activity.
Dan: (stares
blankly at Dom)
Dom: Mr Ellington?
(Pause) Mich-
Dan: Don’t!
(Dan gets visibly agitated during this speech)
Dom: (Pause) Mr Ellington, on record you were
found guilty of murder, after five people were found dead with multiple stab
wounds to the stomach and heavy lacerations down their backs. After a month
long trial, in which your sentence was looking to be as long as 25 years, you
suddenly decided to plead guilty on the account of insanity. This lead to a
month of examinations to prove your unstable mental state. The five doctor who
examined you, all reported your insanity and you were sent here to be treated.
However, after a year of being here, all the doctors who examined you have
later confessed to giving a false report due to an overwhelming sense that
their lives would be threatened if they found you sane-
Dan: (yelling)
Stop!
Dom: Are you saying
you didn’t threaten your doctors?
Dan: I don’t need to threaten anybody, I
pleaded guilty of insanity because I am. I’m crazy … unstable … needed to be
locked away safely in this place!
Dom: This place isn’t some safe haven for
criminals. It’s an institution to help people with serious problems …….. No you
“need” to be here because it’s better than the other option. Better than a
cold, bitter jail cell with a very friendly cellmate named Tyrone.
Dan: I’m not
stable. I need to be here! (Smiling) With the meds.
Dom: Ahh yes, your medication (Pause to check
files) A simple blend of alprazolam and diazepam. Do you know what they are
(Pause-No response from Dan) Tranquiliser, basically the only reason why your
neurotics are slightly disturbed right now. You don’t belong here; you’re
lied to get here, taking the easy way out.
Dan: You don’t know a thing about me, who I
am, where I’ve been.-
Dom: Your name is Michael Ellington, you are 27;
you grew up in London where your parents were stabbed to death, murdered before
your eyes when you were 12. You were taken out of London and brought here,
Medway, where you were put in the foster system but no family would take you
due to you suffering from PTS. It seems I know quite a lot of things about you,
Michael.
(Dan looks
dumbfounded)
Dan: Ok. You’re right. (Smile) You
singlehandedly worked out my scheme. (Threateningly) But you’re not going to
tell anyone … Are you?
Dom: You can’t expect me to keep quiet about
this. When I leave this place, I’m heading straight to the police to file a report
on you explaining the situation and then you will be taken from here and sent
straight to jail.
Dan: That is assuming the other crazies let
you go. Actually … scratch that… let me try again. That is assuming I
let you go
(Dan lunges
at Dom but the Doctor intercepts and restrains him)
Doctor: Sorry about that. (To Freya) I think we need to
up his meds.
Nurse: Sure, I’ll stay here and calm him down, you
take Dom to see Meg, she needs you.
Doctor: Ok. (To Dom) This way please.
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