Anyway here goes, promise not to laugh.
My Brother’s Keeper
By
Tom Hancock
tomhancock19@hotmail.com
FADE INTO:
EXT. NIGHT. ONE WEEK AGO
A powerful storm is moving in, lightning flashes, thunder
rumbles, the rain lashes down in stair rods bouncing a foot
of the road.
INT. HOUSE. NIGHT
The house is a typical two up, two down council affair.
Neutral coloured wallpaper, neutral carpets. Boring Beige.
Lightning flashes from behind the cracks of the curtains in
the small windows, the only light besides the dull red
coming from a corner lamp. Thunder booms overhead, the door
shakes in it’s frame. The storm has arrived.
In the centre of the living room, is a pale well worn and
abused sofa.
Pulled close to the sofa, we see a battered coffee table,
every surface scarred by cigarettes. We also see the
remnants of six lines of a powdery substance, a razor blade
lays flat close by. A small plastic baggy, wrinkled an empty
hands on to the edge of the table.
From outside the bathroom door, we can hear the sounds of a
pitched battle. Shouts and screams and unadulterated
violence. The screams of the woman are cut off with dull wet
crack.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM. DAY. PRESENT TIME
A woman lies in her bed in a critical condition.
She is an unrecognizable mess, her injuries are horrific,
her face has been beaten so badly, we can’t distinguish her
facial features. Her blonde hair is caked with blood. Her
body is much the same. Broken.
She was beautiful once.
The life support machine is the only thing keeping her
alive.
Beep. It breathes.
Beep. She Breathes.
A shadow falls on her bedside.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.
Cain, in his thirties, wears a dark and expensive suit. He
is a professional. A corporate "Trouble Shooter". He is tall
and powerfully built, not massively but powerful. He
crumples into a chair by the side of the bed, his hand
obscures his face.
Thunder rumbles in the distant skies.
A Doctor hovers at the foot of the bed, reading the chart,
his white coat is immaculate.
DOCTOR
I told you it wasn’t good. We only
figured out it was Mel from her
dental records and blood work.
The Cain’s voice is barely a whisper.
CAIN
Do they know...?
DOCTOR
Where he is? I don’t know.
CAIN
I’ll find him...
The doctor stares down at the floor.
DOCTOR
I know. It’s what happens when you
do that worries me Cain.
CAIN
You know what happens. You where
here in this very room when I made
the promise that THIS would never
happen again.
As Cains voice rises, the thunder gets louder.
He stands up, and we still do not see his face.
CAIN
Will she live?
The doctor massages his temple.
DOCTOR
Her injuries are too severe. He
skull is fractured, internal
bleeding. Not to mention damage to
her brain. There has been no
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 3.
DOCTOR (cont’d)
improvement since she was brought
here. All we can do is make her
comfortable.
Cain sighs and strides out of the room. He talks to Mel as
he leaves, his back still turned.
CAIN
I’m sorry Mel. I’m so sorry I
wasn’t here to stop him. I swear to
you I will kill him.
Cain leaves the room.
EXT. HOSPITAL. DAY
As Cain Leaves the hospital, the storm that has been
threatening to return all week finally arrives in full
force.
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