DAMN YOUR EYES - SimplyScripts

1 damn your eyes (C) 2017 FADE IN:INT. BROOKES HOUSE - ATTIC - DAYBINOCULAR POV:Sweeping over a leafy suburban neighborhood. Focus on MRCLEAN, late 30s, sponging down an SUV in his voice track can be heard in the background - like a radiobroadcast. A heated, angry BROOKES ( )..Tyranny people, the death offree will, that s what it s cometo. State, local, federal - forgetit. There is no across a road to a front yard. GREENFINGERS, 40s, hairtied back, kneels as she weeds a garden same voice MUTTERS over the radio ( )Go glances our way, ( )I m onto you bitch. I know all yourspook POVAn audio file plays on a computer screen, sound levelsbouncing as the angry rant BROOKES ( ).

2 Closed circuit cameras andsurveillance drones weren t re in our smartphones, ourflatscreens, our kids toys! And getthis, we invite them in!A pen writes the word GREENFINGERS in a , mid 40s, puffy eyed, anxious, balances the diary inhis lap. He sits at a window, his chair carefully positionedbehind a blind. The binoculars at his logs the time: 9:30. The page is full of similar entries: GREENFINGERS and MR CLEAN , all with intercom tenses. He checks the diary, BROOKES ( )..We re a dying society, folk,clawing at freedom in a world goneto Hell and you know they ll neverlet us-He jabs the keyboard.

3 The audio squints through the blind, watching Mr Clean andGreenfingers for a reaction - !Across the room now, Brookes checks a video intercom to seea COURIER, mid 20s, holding a package on the looks around, hurried, not sure what to do. He wearsa body camera on his your , I got your s the usual guy?COURIERI m on the clock, man-Courier checks his this twenty-four Sundown?BROOKESL eave it on the step, the package,just set it gotta never signed for the other guess they don t check hispaperwork like they do palms his face in s with the body-cam?COURIERI deliver prescription meds, s paranoid about shit leans his face closer to the camera -Brookes recoils.

4 He hugs the wall, deep breaths, fighting awave of panic as the Courier s eyeball fills the (confiding)I m pretty sure it s a BROOKES HOUSE - FRONT STEP - DAYC ourier waits while a series of locks CLUNK emerges, a poker-visor pulled low, sunglasses hidinghis eyes . He slaps an into the Courier s s not meds. It s s a what?Brookes takes the package, nods to the s the real dummy here?Before Courier can answer Brookes plucks back his andSLAMS the door. Locks CLUNK into BROOKES HOUSE - ATTIC - DAYB rookes sits at his computer, sound levels rising andfalling as he rants into a microphone.

5 He s heated, put a closed circuit cameraoutside a Home Depot, in my town,I m gonna want answers. It s theend of free will, folk, I m Here s a message from hits pause. Sags, rubs his eyes , tired. He looks over atthe package, the words VITA-MED stamped on the BROOKES HOUSE - BATHROOM - DAYA covered window. Bath and sink faucets taped off. Bottledwater and filtration systems stacked in the shakes a couple of pills into his palm from a bottlelabelled VITA-MED - NUTRA-MAX , washes them catches his eyes in the mirror, bagged, bloodshot - hequickly looks away, a shiver of BROOKES HOUSE - ATTIC - NIGHTB rookes lies in bed, shifting restlessly in his audio file plays on the computer BROOKES ( ).

6 Beelzebub himself just burningup your tax dollars in a Pentagonbasement! Breaks my heart to tellyou, folks.(softening)Alright, it s that time of thenight where I thank my sponsors. Icouldn t fund this podcast, thistruth-cast as I call it, withoutthe good people at Vita-Med andtheir unique range of nearlyorganic nutraceuticals and dietarysupplements, including the of daylight cut through the blind. Brookes shufflesto the window wearing a gown. He stretches out the kinks:side twists, toe touches -He finds a trail of dried blood on his ankle, frowns, tracesit to a marble-sized lump on his eye blinks through a magnifying his desk, Brookes hovers the lens over his leg,inspecting the lump.

7 He prods it - straightens, thinks. He collects the the window, Brookes mans the binoculars. A half-eaten bagof potato chips in his lap, his vest-top covered in shifts, scratching irritably at his POV:Glimpse Mr Clean in his back yard watering his lawn. Trackto the in the and Greenfingers on her step. Catch thetail end of a glance our way. Courier leaves. Greenfingerscloses the POVB rookes lowers the binoculars in scandalized BROOKES HOUSE - BATHROOM - DAYB rookes opens a medicine cabinet. It s stacked with Vita-Medbottles. He roots around till he finds the Nutra-Max finger traces a list of SIDE EFFECTS.

8 BROOKESN ausea, headache, diarrhoea,anxiety, insomnia, You left twists off the cap, empties the bottle s contents into atoilet. He looks back at the medicine BROOKES HOUSE - FRONT YARD - DAYB rookes, dressed in shades and poker-cap, marches out, headdown, a clear trash bag full of pill bottles in Clean looks up from watering his front looks away, avoiding eye contact. He rattles thetrash bag (mumbles)That s right, take a good look, Clean gives a puzzled dumps the bag at the curbside, scurries back to thehouse, face turned from Mr Clean. Door SLAMS. Locks BROOKES HOUSE - ATTIC - DAYC assette reels spin on a tape recorder -Brookes sits at the window, binoculars beside him.

9 He growlsinto a microphone attached to the don t even get me started onwhat they re putting in the water!But you know what? They re afraidof me, now. The room in shadow. An audio file plays on themonitor. The sound levels bouncing with Brookes BROOKES ( )..They know I got the proof andthey re scared. I m a spanner intheir machine. I am truth to power,they don t like it one bit!Brookes lies asleep in bedsheet twitches. A marble-sized lump on his hip slowlytraces a path beneath the sheet. It pauses as Brookesscratches around his drop of blood flowers through the edges the drifts awake.

10 He looks down at the blood soakedbedsheet in BROOKES HOUSE - BATHROOM - DAYB rookes inches up his bloodied vest, afraid to look. Hesteels himself, tears it off. He paws at his midrift, gropesat his back, searching, finding so slowly his eyes travel to the mirror -Blood trickles from a lump nestled in his clavicle. The lumppops open, an EYEBALL surveys its BROOKES HOUSE - ATTIC - DAYOn the monitor, sound levels leap as Brookes SCREAMS stumbles across the room, crazed with t look at me you sonofabitch!He glances wrenches open a drawer, rummages Eye watches as he pulls out a stapler, screwdriver,lighter-fuel - nope.