[S] Psychiatry

[SL.x]

The sudden influx of scripts (Two) on this page sort of inspired me to go back to the one I was writing a little while a go. This one is a little more dialogue have than the other two so beware, and not as much action either. I would also enjoy some tips on my formatting because I've not been doing this for so very long and also had a long break (like for example how to write a phone/P.A. convo, which I attempted here). OTher than that enjoy

The spacing messed up oh and also its goin to be at least 14-18A for language.

EXT. TALL OFFICE BUILDING – ESTABLISHING – DAY

The sun is REFLECTING in the windows of the tall OFFICE BUILDING. From the brightness and the reflection the sun seems at its apex.

INT. JAMES’ OFFICE – DAY

There office is overall clean. There is a desk with stacks of papers neatly stacked and a computer. JAMES WORTHING is sitting in the chair in front of the desk rather than behind him. He is facing SAM CLARK. SAM seems to be talking but it is INADIBLE.

Cut to:

EXTREME CLOSE UP ON JAMES’ FACE

His features are simple. James also spots a small, rugged goatee. His expression is apathetic.

O.S. we can hear the sound of children SCREAMING in joy, LAUGHTER, numerous overlapping CONVERSATIONS. All sound seizes after a loud CLAP

Cut Back To:

INT. JAMES’ OFFICE – DAY

SAM

(annoyed, slightly schizophrenic)

You were not listening again, again.

James looks around as if just awakened from a dream. He then fixes his gaze on Sam

JAMES

How can you say that Sam? Of course I was listening, it’s my job.

SAM

Fine, then what was I talking about this time Doc?

JAMES

(eyes darting around the room)

About your wife cheating on you.

SAM

(shooting the winning look at James)

That was an hour ago, at the start of our session. If you cared to pay attention I from than have moved on to my alcoholism problem and then to my suicidal thoughts.

Sam gets up, scoops up his coat and starts to head for the door. As his hand reaches for the handle he turns and looks at JAMES.

SAM(CONT’D)

I cannot believe I am paying as much as I am per session.

James gives him a mock lost look which propels Sam to storm out of the office and to SLAM the door shut.

James stands up and walks towards the window, dragging his chair with him. He sets the chair back behind the desk then faces the window.

JAMES’ P.O.V. –

A set of office buildings obstructing the view. A very crowded shot with each building trying to eclipse the other.

The PHONE BEEPs. JAMES turns to the table and presses the answer button.

ELLEN (O.S.)

(through mild static)

I couldn’t help but notice that Mr. Clark left his appointment an hour early. Should I make a not on his profile for the future session.

JAMES

Yes. Put down that he should stop being such a child and grow a pair of fucking balls. I swear to God if I have to listen to these over privileged people about how shitty they think their life is I will throw one of them straight through my window.

He picks up a glass of water from the table and drinks it taking small sips.

JAMES (CONT’D)

(comical)

I mean they can afford these, and I admit it myself, ridiculously expensive sessions, and yet can’t fight the urge to kill themselves because their wife is sleeping with their Mexican pool boy.

ELLEN (O.S.)

(through mild static)

The life styles of the rich sound like such a terrible experience indeed.

JAMES

Enough about that, I like to end my days on a good note.

ELLEN (O.S.)

(through mild static)

You need a girlfriend.

JAMES

(quietly, to himself)

I need something else.

(loud, to ELLEN)

Do we have anything else for today?

ELLEN (O.S.)

(through mild static)

There are no more appointments, but there are two people waiting to see you outside.

JAMES

Can they come back tomorrow?

ELLEN (O.S.)

(through mild static)

I am getting a feeling that it is urgent. It is concerning your sister Mr. Worthing.

JAMES

(looking surprised)

Megan? Really? Send them in then.

The phone BEEPs again signifying the end of the connection. James sits down into his chair and leans backwards slightly.

The door opens and a JOSH METT and ARTHUR CAMERON enter. Josh is dressed in a black suit with a maroon tie. He is clean shaven with slicked back hair. In his hands there is a BRIEFCASE. His posture is straight and direct as he heads straight for the desk to shake hands.

Arthur on the other hand is wearing a pair of loose grey jeans with a white Sciffen graffiti t-shirt. His hair is buzz cut and his face is relatively clean. He looks highly unconcerned with anything as he sits onto the couch without waiting for an invitation.

JOSH

(Stretching his hand to James)

Mr. Worthing I presume? My name is Josh Mett, I was your sister’s lawyer.

JAMES

(Shakes the hand offered and gestures to an empty chair)

Was?

JOSH

(sits down, sets his briefcase beside him)

Yes, up until a week ago I was Mrs. Cameron’s lawyer.

James leans forward, he is now more than mildly concerned. His eyes dart between ARTHUR and JOSH.

JAMES

What is he talking about Arthur, what happened?

ARTHUR meets the gaze but looks away. He seems more interested in the various display of DIPLOMA’s hanging around the office.

JOSH

Mr. Worthing, your sister, Megan, she was in a car accident. An accident which unfortunately proved fatal. I am here to settle the “guardian” situation regarding Arthur, who also received everything in the will.

JAMES

(surprised)

What kind of situation? You couldn’t get a hold of Steward?

JOSH

In her will Mrs. Cameron expresses clearly that she does not wish for Arthur to be left in Steward’s custody. Even so, the man is pre-occupied with taking care of a child from his third marriage, and paying child-support from his second one.

JAMES

Sounds like Steward.

JOSH

On that note I have here a letter addressed to you.

Josh opens the Briefcase, takes out a letter and hands it to James.

JOSH (CONT’D)

In it, your sister formally addresses you with a request to take care of Arthur. She also...

JAMES

(Interrupts Josh)

Doesn’t forget to mention numerous time that he is the recipient of most of the items in her will to try and ensure me that it would come at no expense to me.

JOSH

Perhaps your sister knew you well.

James raises his eyes to look at Josh, his face is still angled towards the letter.

JOSH

So there are a number of papers that you need to sign and we can all be on our way.

JAMES

(Raises one hand)

Hold on, this is slightly too overwhelming for an unexpected visit. I mean I haven’t talked to Meg in close to a year, and haven’t seen Arthur in like what, four maybe even five years.

ARTHUR

(quietly)

Six.

JAMES (CONT’D)

There.

(Points his finger at Arthur)

Six years. I mean forgive me if I am not excited about all of this, it’s just that all of it slightly... unexpected at the very least.

JOSH

If you don’t want to accept the responsibility just say so.

Josh reaches inside the briefcase and pulls out another letter and hands it to James.

JOSH (CONT’D)

Your sister has made her intentions perfectly clear if you refuse.

James takes the letter and reads it. He gets up and starts walking around the room, eyes still fixed on the page.

JOSH (CONT’D)

She clearly says that until Arthur is 19, has graduated high school and went on to college he will be admitted into one of the foster home facilities. Either that or... well either that or he ends up on the street.

James puts down the letter and looks at Arthur and then at Josh. He then walks to the fridge, pulls out a pitcher and refills his glass before taking another couple of sips.

JAMES

Excuse me if I am not overly struck by all that is happening, but this is not exactly your every day situation. I mean, I’m not even sure what you expect me to say.

ARTHUR

(stands up and looks closely at one of the diplomas on the wall)

Well it’s really not that hard, there are only two options you’re going on here – yes or no.

The room goes silent for a moment, both Josh and James are staring at Arthur as if they heard him speak for the first time.

James walks to his desk and sits down. He picks up the letter and looks at it closely again.

JAMES

Where is his stuff?

JOSH

Two bags downstairs and the rest will be delivered to your house.

Josh reaches into the briefcase one more time and takes out a stack of papers, laying them in front of James.

JOSH (CONT’D)

(pointing to the paper)

Now if you agree all you have to do is sign here, here, here, and then again here.

JAMES

(with a chuckle)

Am I surrendering Germany here or taking custody of one child? Can I see the fine print please just so I’m sure that nothing else comes with it? Like UN trade sanctions or something.

Josh is unimpressed by the joke as he patiently waits for James to sign everything. Arthur is still studying the room with no regard for the conversation. James signs all the papers and Josh scoops them up into the suitcase.

Josh shakes James’s hand and heads for the door. He mock-salutes Arthur as he is about to head out and then turns his head back.

JOSH

As I said, two bags are at your receptionist’s desk, the rest will be delivered. And don’t worry, your address was provided in one of your sister’s legal documents.

Josh shuts the door quietly behind him.

James slumps into his chair, his expressions is worn down and tired from the day’s events. He reaches out for his glass and gulps the rest of the water down before turning his eyes towards Arthur.

ARTHUR

(looking around the office)

So you charge rich people to sit around and bitch about how shitty their life is? How they wanted a red Porsche and the dealership only had yellow ones? And I thought I had an easy job at the Foot Locker.

JAMES

(quietly)

I’m going to need some weed.

ARTHUR

(smiling)

I still probably have some left in my bag downstairs, that is of course is mediocre marijuana is up to par with the dope that rich people smoke. What is it like? Strawberry flavoured or something?

James lowers his head and lets it fall onto his desk. It’s been a long day.

[The stig]

Very good.

Though i'm absolutely shattered, even more so than i was about an hour ago lol, i can see that you've set this up for two things.

You could either go down the path of a good drama, or go down the path of an action revenge type of thing.

The way it was opened left space to put mystery and story to the accident, yet also left space for this to be a heart warming drama.

Oh, and there's technically 5 scripts lol, the other two, however, aren't in proper script format due to the fact, i didn't have the proper programme lol.

Very good work and the phone conversation was fine.

[MaxVertigo]

Amazing script my friend. You have talent for dialogue, it was all crisp, witty and real. I see this as sort of a HBO Drama, like The Sopranos but set in the world of Psychiatrists. Keep bringing on more. It was an amazing read indeed.

[SL.x]

Thanks guys, I hope you keep reading and I will try to develop the Arthur character a bit more right now. I am really going form some personal inspirations right now.

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EXT - HIGHWAY - DAY

A SILVER LUXURY SUV is speeding down the highway. There are a couple of cars here and there, but mostly the car is home free.

CUT TO:

INT. - SUV - DAY

We can hear LED ZEPPELIN - STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN playing moderately loud. James is driving. Arthur is sitting with his forehead pressed against the window, his face is apathetic.

ARTHUR
(turns to James)
Couldn’t you pick a better song?


JAMES
What? It’s Led Zepp man. I thought me and your mom shared a taste for good music.

Arthur reaches for iPod lying in the holder and picks it up. He pulls out the iPod radio adaptor and plugs it into his own iPod then starts searching for a song. For a while it is silent, only the sound of the passing traffic.

ARTHUR
(looking through the song list)
I’m just saying, that sounds more like “let us crash tonight music.” I mean common, “climbing a stairway to heaven” while driving on the highway? Why not just play the piano funeral tune?

Arthur is done scrolling and clicks on the song. The stero starts playing LUPE FIASCO - I KEEP IT GUTTER.

ARTHUR (CONT'D)
(looks at James)
Here, now you can drive to that.

James drives still for a second, then reaches for the stereo and turns up the VOLUME KNOB, and rolls down the car window slightly. He starts to bob his head a bit.

ARTHUR (CONT'D)
(bobbing his head now to)
There you go, something to go with your wreckless driving without the hint of future tragedy.

Arthur turns around and presses his forehead to the window again.

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EXT. - ESTABLISHING - RICH SUBRBIA - DAY

The houses in the neighbourhood are located on large properties of land. Enough to have private drive ways, large backyard pools, and not to have to see your neighbors in the morning. The area has an over all clean/snobby look to it.

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EXT. - RICH SUBRBAN HOUSE - DAY

ANNA WORTHING walks through the driveway and makes her way towards the front door. Anna is James’ daughter, she is fifteen, but like most girls concerned with her looks makes sure to look at least a year older. She is wearing short jean shirts with a tight yellow t-shirt. All clothes act to accentuate her slim and athletic figure.

On her way to the door way she picks up a stack of NEWSPAPERS on the front of the long walkway from the garage to the front door. She stops and looks towards the driveway.

CUT TO:

ANNA’S P.O.V.
The silver SUV drives through the gate. We can hear the feint music, NAS - BRIDGING THE GAP is on. The truck pulls up.

CUT TO:

EXT. - RICH SUBRBAN HOUSE - DAY

James and Arthur both get out of the car. Arthur opens the trunk and takes out the two bags and walks into the house past Anna without looking at her.

Anna stands still and looks at James.

JAMES
(singing, obnoxious to Anna)
“I was born in Mississippi, I was young and running wild, I was young and runnin’ wild, moved to New York City, where I had my first child..."

As he sings James almost walks past Anna who scrambles to get in his way.

ANNA
You’re from New Hampshire you know.


JAMES
(Startled, leans in to kiss her on the forehead)
Oh, hi sweetie, how was your day?


ANNA
Don’t you “hey sweetie” me. I mean you still have to explain a stranger walking into our house with what looked suspiciously like luggage bags full of clothes.


JAMES
(puts on an accusing face)
That’s your cousin by the way, just so you know. And his mom just died so I would appreciate it if you were a little softer...

James walks past Anna into the house. Before he walks through the door he turns and looks at his daughter again.

JAMES (CONT’D)
Just for today though. When you go back to school I want your character to be harder than a pedophile at day-care. I don’t want any of those snobby punks messing up my daughter.


ANNA
(frustrated)
Dad!!!

James smiles and walks into:

INT. - RICH SUBRBAN HOUSE - DAY

Arthur is sitting on one of his bags in front of the staircase. He nodding his head to the sound of the headphones in his ears.

ARTHUR
(looking up)
So where exactly do I go now? This house is bigger than the gym at our old school. I don’t exactly want to get lost in here. This place is a maze.

James picks up one of the bags and heads up the stairs, Arthur follows.

ARTHUR (CONT’D)
(walking)
So... Got any minataurs hidden somewhere? I mean what’s the deal? When I try to leave I either run into one and fight to the death or find the exit safely?


JAMES
(walking)
It’s not that big.


ARTHUR
(walking)
Whatever you say. Can I get a map though just in case.


JAMES
(Walking)
I’ll draw you the schematics.


ARTHUR
(walking)
You have any treasures hidden somewhere?

James opens one of the doors and leads into:

INT. - RICH SUBRBAN HOUSE BEDROOM - DAY

The bedroom is quite spacious. There is a DRESSER with a large mirror and a king sized BED. There is another door leading into a private bathroom and shower. It is decorated with mostly white colors and with expensive materials.

JAMES
(setting the bag down)
Welcome to your room.


ARTHUR
(standing still)
Wait who lives here? The world’s most wanted serial killers? This room looks like something out an obsessive-compulsive catalogue.


JAMES
You’ll get used to it.


ARTHUR
Sure... I’ll try. But if I grow an uncomfortable interest in knives and other sharp objects, you’re the first on to go.


JAMES
(sighs)
You can decorate it however you want, although I do draw some limits at torch flames.


ARTHUR
It just needs some color and personality.


JAMES
Allrigt, I’m going to head down and get some dinner ready. Now, what we talked about at the office.


ARTHUR
I’ll roll it, I’ll roll it.

James smiles and walks out of the room leaving the door half open

ARTHUR (CONT’D)
(to himself)
A man can afford the Heffner mansion but cannot ensure a constant supply of weed?

Arthur sets his bags down and falls onto the bed. He stares at the ceiling.

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EXT. - RICH SUBRBAN HOUSE BACKYARD - EVENING

The backyard is large. There is a large POOL, in the larger end. Closer to the house there is a collection of various patio furniture as well as a large grill set.

At one of the patio TABLES Anna, James, and Arthur sit. There is a large plate of CHICKEN WINGS on the table and three glasses of ICE TEA.
Arthur brings a JOINT to his mouth and puts the LIGHTER to the other end. He takes two quick puffs and holds the smoke in.

Arthur passes the joint to James who looks at it at first and then waits for Arthur to caugh and exhale. James takes his own big toke.

JAMES
(holding smoke in his lungs)
So how are you finding the house?


ARTHUR
Oh what? The Staples Center? Yeah, it's nice. Just can't wait to add some of my personality to the room.

James exhales in a neat cloud of dense SMOKE before quickly sucking that back in and coughing the smoke out after. He passes the joint to Anna who takes her first toke. She tries to hold the smoke in but fairly quickly starts coughing. She reaches for the glass of ice tea.

ARTHUR (CONT'D)
(Taking the joint from Anna and taking his own toke)
She’s a lightweight, this daughter of yours.


JAMES
I hope it stays that way.

Anna puts down the glass and shoots James an accusing look then turns to
Arthur.

ANNA
He is overly protective of me if you believe it. I can’t walk out the house without being questioned if the Pussycat Dolls are looking for another group member or if I’m dressed like I am for no reason.


ARTHUR
(passes the joint to James)
So?

James takes his tokes and holds the smoke.

ANNA
You know how embarrassing it is to have a dad who knows who the Pussycat Dolls are.

Arthur glances at James who is exhaling his smoke. James matches the stare with an innocent glance of confusion.

JAMES
What? I think they’re hot. As a matter or fact I hate that they neither live around here nor require therapy.

Anna brings her head down. She reaches for the joint and takes it from her father.

ARTHUR
I myself find it pretty funny that a psychiatrist can’t keep control in his own house.


JAMES
Yeah? Will you just wait until you go to her school.


ARTHUR
(sarcastic)
I can’t wait.


ANNA
(exhaling)
It’s not that bad.

Arthur looks at at James who reaches for the chicken wings and rolls his eyes and then grins.

ARTHUR
(takes the joint from Anna and inhales, then holds his breath)
As I said, can’t wait.

[MaxVertigo]

Loved the second part. James reminds me of Ari Gold from Entourage now, don't know why. Also I think Arthur is going through a lot of emotional pain, but he seems to hide under sarcastic comments and weed.

[The stig]

It's certainly an interesting family you have there.

He seems like an incompitent father, who cares.

Arthur certainly seems like a bit of a pot head, more so james.

You've certainly got a strong show or film here.

But very risky to, if you plan on getting it produced etc.

But i'm liking it so far.

[SL.x]

Originally Posted by MaxVertigo

Loved the second part. James reminds me of Ari Gold from Entourage now, don't know why.

Its funny you should say that, I actually started the whole script with evisioning James as an Ari gold type of character. That said he starts off a bit slow and shows flashes of that but than grows, but I hope you guy's will see that a little later on. Yeah,

[SL.x]

Now, I'm moving into my new place before my Second Year in Uni starts so I am not sure how much I can post between then but I will try, here is the third part so far. I'm mostly done with the introduction after that, although it was a bit lengthy, now ready to get into full out story developments. Just so you know, the I was afraid to make the highschool scenes at all because then it will end up looking like a teen drama, I'm trying to veer off from that and in my later ideas I hope I am succeeding (mostly in my head though, the appear here as I type them up to be honest.) Enjoy. Also I really wanted to set up Anna to be not like most of bullshit girls I've known through highschool, but as a witty and independent kind.

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EXT. - PRIVATE HIGH SCHOOL - ESTABLISHING - DAY

The SCHOOL building itself is kind of small, not fit for a large amount of students, but rather for the select few. There are small groups of kids of different grades hanging out separately from each other in their own cliques. A number of luxurious CARS drive up to the entrance to drop off more kids.

The scene is the same everywhere, old friends catching up on the summer, discussing the upcoming year, regular pre-school chatter. All of the kids are dressed in uniforms which involve maroon color TOPS, either SUIT, SWEATER, or VEST and dress pants. For girls its the same except that they are allowed SKIRTS. SHIRTS & TIES are also customary.

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EXT - PRIVATE HIGHSCHOOL GROUNDS - DAY

Arthur and Anna are walking from the main gate in the direction of the school. Anna is dressed in a shirt and a tie with a small skirt that barely reaches her knees. Arthur has on loose fitted dress pants and an untucked shirt without a tie with a maroon jacket on top.

They are conversing. Anna is doing most of the talking, her hands flailing wildly when she tries to explai something exciting.

ANNA

(walking)

... And that’s the history of the school. Just in case you were wondering how this place for the “privileged few” came to be.

ARTHUR

(walking)

You really believe that?

ANNA

(pauses for a second)

Believe what?

ARTHUR

(stops walking)

The “privileged few” bullshit? I mean, look at these people. I’m sure half of them wouldn’t be able to wipe their ass if they didn’t have a team of five butlers with two maids off the bench cheering for them as kids.

ANNA

(resumes the walk)

They’re not all that way you know. Just because some people happen to be born into some prosperity doesn’t make the incompetent and trust-fund dependable.

ARTHUR

(follows Anna)

I give people the benefit of the doubt, but I am fairly sure that in this case, like in most, I’m fairly on point.

ANNA

(mockingly, but in a friendly way)

Oh, look at the big shot from the ghetto.

Arthur looks at Anna before hitting her in the back of the head softly, jokingly. They both keep walking.

ARTHUR

And it’s “tha” Ghetto, thank you very much.

They keep walking. The separation between different groups is more evident now. We notice it in the way they dress, talk, stand.

Anna walks slightly in front of Arthur and turns around. Arthur stops and Anna starts walking backwards, still looking at Arthur. She spreads her hands wide and smiles.

ANNA

(with a big grin)

So... It has come to the tour of this magnificent place that I’’ve come to know as a school.

Anna turns around and starts walking forward again, first slow letting Arthur catch up to her, then resuming her pace.

ANNA (CONT’D)

Now for your benefit I will skip on the teacher introductions as well as the floor layouts and go straight to showing you the various forms of wildlife in this school. Now I know many centuries ago names like Jocks, Nerds and such have been invented, but I have made my own labelling system, you’re going to love it.

Anna keeps walking and points her finger to steer Arthur’s point of view. At first she points to the group of snobby looking kids sitting on the grass. Their clothes seem to be just a little more prestigious than the rest of the school, if that is even possible. Most of the men’s hair is slicked back.

The girls of the group are wearing “stuck up” impressions and are dressed mostly in full female style suits.

Anna and Arthur keep walking during the whole conversation.

ANNA (CONT’D)

Those are the “our parents have money out the ass” kids. Usually drive daddy’s cars and max out mommy’s credit cards.

ARTHUR

Does the slick back hair come with the obnoxious attitude?

ANNA

You laugh now, but some of these kids have a pretty good chance to rule the country one day.

ARTHUR

Tragic.

Anna points to another group of kids. Those are mostly women, two guys are in the group though, but from how they are dressed its easy to see the guys are homosexual. Everyone in the group found a way to exploit the dress code to the maximum making. The skirts are as high as possible and most of the tops are tied up above the belly button.

All of the girls are covered in make up as well, and most of their hair has streaks or other different color manipulations done to them.

ANNA

That would be the “my looks can get me by until I’m thirty when my cock sucking skills can take over.” They spend very little time worrying about or attending class and more talking about fashion, superstars, and practicing their after thirty trade.

ARTHUR

Do they deliver?

ANNA

Only to the “money out the ass” group. It’s a solid contract agreement, but you’re more than welcome to start looking for loopholes.

ARTHUR

I think I’ll pass.

ANNA
Not a fan of a burning sensation when you pee? Anyways, moving on.

They keep moving and Anna points out another group. Most of the guys in the group have a girl or two hanging by their arms. They are all built and look athletic. The girls are skinny and can’t stop smiling for some reason. The whole group is dressed more or less to the school standards.

ANNA

Those are “the guys who prefer chasing other sweaty guys in tight pants, and girls who find that sexy” group. Sometimes I wonder if any of those men are disappointment to their parents.

ARTHUR

You mean because they chose sport over education?

ANNA

No. Because of the men in tights concept.

Anna points to another group, these guys are a decent looking group, most of them already have books under their shoulders and are in a circle. In the middle, a small looking kid is discussing something wildly. From snippets of his voice we can hear that it has something to do with Physics. The whole group is very excited.

ANNA (CONT'D)

Those are the smart guys.

ARTHUR

No smart names?

ANNA

(completely serious)

They get enough shit in this school, I couldn’t bring myself to give them one.

ARTHUR

(sarcastic)

How very noble of you.

ANNA

(playing along)

I know... Eh?... Finally, the pinnacle of my presentation, and probably the best part of your day, because I think you might find this funnier than most.

She points her finger at a different group, they are sitting by the steps of the school. Most of them are wearing school uniforms that are loosely fit, similar to Arthur. Yet most of their uniforms are saggy enough to reveal most of their underwear. They shirts and vest are a couple of sizes too high as well. One of the kids has BRAIDED RED HAIR.

There is a PORTABLE IPOD SPEAKER SYSTEM on the stairs as well. We can hear 50 CENT - I’ll STILL KILL playing.

Arthur brings his closed fist to his mouth, his cheeck muscles tighten in a smile but he tries to hide it with his hand as well as hold the air back in his lungs.

ANNA (CONT'D)

I knew that it would. These are “because I have my dad’s Escalade with rims on it, I’m gangster,” kids. I’m sorry, should that be “gangsta”?

Arthur is unable to hold back his laughter anylonger bursts out loudly. Most of the school turns to regard him as he composes himself quickly.

ANNA (CONT'D)

That concludes our special presentation. Are you ready for the assembly?

ARTHUR

Should be. Show me where it is though?

Anna grabs him by the hand and leads him past the school youth on the stairs. Arthur still keeps his hand by his mouth. Anna leades him into:

INT. - PRIVATE HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

As Arthur and Anna walk in the bell rings. Most of the kids start scrambling to get inside. More bodies are trying to squeeze through the doorway than it was designed to fit at any one time. Anna turns to Arthur and speaks loudly over the sudden noise of a crowd.

ANNA

I have to go, but follow the croud of what looks like senior students. It’s a small school so the assembly is going to be small and fast. They’ll probably try and introduce you during that as well.

ARTHUR

Why would they want to do that?

ANNA

It’s a rich school, there aren’t too many new comers.

ARTHUR

It’s a born into this lifestyle thing?

Anna can’t hear him. She is swallowed by the rush of people and disappears. Arthur tries to figure out which students happen to be seniors, but it seems to be an impossible task. His face reflects surprise at how such a small school can cause such a crowd.

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INT. - PRIVATE HIGH SCHOOL THEATRE - DAY

A man dressed in a GREY SUIT is standing at the microphone on the stage. Its MR. ROBNER, he is the principal. His head is balding down the middle and his hair is slicked from the sides to cover it up. He has a relaxed look on his face.

A small crowd of about 40-50 students is starting to settle into their SEATS. The constant movement ECHOES through the large theater room. Mr. Robner starts tapping the mic creating a distinct sound.

MR ROBNER

(stops the tapping)

Settle down everyone.

The noise dies down a bit but doesn’t disappear, a couple of students are still looking for their seats.

MR ROBNER (CONT'D)

(repeats the tapping)

Settle down please.

The room dies down now, mostly silent except for an occasional snicker.

MR ROBNER (CONT'D)

Good. Now, welcome back senior year. We have a long year ahead of us, and this assembly is to prepare you for what is coming, just like the pervious years, so you can know what to expect. But first, we have an unusual event.

From the way he says unusual the crowd starts chattering. There as something sour in that tone.

MR ROBNER (CONT'D)

For the first time since you all came to this school you will have a new addition to your class. I thought it would be appropriate for him to introduce himself more formally. Mr. Cameron would you please come onto the stage.

The room is silent, nothing happens. A couple of students start looking around.

MR ROBNER (CONT'D)

(a little louder)

Mr. Cameron?!

Everyone in the room is looking around now, the whispers intensify. Mr. Robner brings his lips closer to the mic when the door opens loudly.

Arthur stumbles in and almost trips over one of the chairs close to the door. The whole auditorium erupts in laughter which causes Mr. Robner to tap the microphone intensly again.

MR ROBNER (CONT'D)

Ah, Mr. Cameron, how nice of you to join us. If you would please join me on stage and share a little about yourself with the senior class, and perhaps also explain why you are late.

Arthur pauses and stares at the principal. His index finger slowly rises and points at his own chest, as if in a question. Mr. Robner nods slowly.

Arthur makes his way to the stage slowly, not to confident in his walk. All eyes are locked on him. He comes to the mic.

MR ROBNER (CONT'D)

Now, if you care to share a little bit about yourself.

Arthur walks up to the microphone causing the principal to back up slightly. He starts speaking.

ARTHUR

(into the mic)

Hi, my name is Arthur Cameron.

He turns to Mr. Robner and looks at him questionably. His hand doesn’t cover the microphone so the whole auditorium can still hear him even though he is facing the principal.

ARTHUR (CONT'D)

So what is this like the Grade Three introduction when I tell them my favorite color, band, and actor? Or should I go the mature way and start with whom I mastrubate to?

The whole theater takes a collective GASP, followed by streaks of LAUGHTER breaking out. The color escapes Mr. Robners face as he reaches for the mic and pushes Arthur away.
Arthur backs slightly.

MR ROBNER

(frustrated)

Quiet! Quite I said. Mrs. Lawfield will tell you about the upcoming year, meanwhile I will have a conversation with Arthur here.

Mr. Robner grabs Arthur by the hand and drags him behind the curtains. As they walk away, in their background we can see MRS. LAWFIELD - Biology teacher, walk up to the mic. She is bulky with thick grey hair. She is dressed somewhat old fashionably in a grey sweater and a very long, 60s style dress.

Mrs. Lawfield starts talking to the class, but its barely audilbe as Arthur and Mr. Robner disappeare into:

INT. PRIVATE HIGHSCHOOL THEATER BACKSTAGE - DAY

[MaxVertigo]

Arthur's a great character, I loved the:

ARTHUR (CONT'D)
So what is this like the Grade Three introduction when I tell them my favorite color, band, and actor? Or should I go the mature way and start with whom I mastrubate to?

line, made me laugh. Still I can't help but feel some sort of rising sexual tension between Arthur and his cousin Anna. I mean I don't know if that's what you wanted, but that's what I'm picturing in my mind.lol

[The stig]

Nice installment.

Arthur seems a little clueless and Anna seems like she doesn't fit into to any of the groups lol.

Also, she seems very steryotypical towards people.

I lik ehow you can add humour to this seemingly unhumorous moment.

[SL.x]

I feel like I need to rework this one for some reason...

INT. PRIVATE HIGHSCHOOL THEATER BACKSTAGE - DAY

MR ROBNER
(points a finger at Arthur and gets into his face)
I know what you doing you’re trying to do here young man.


ARTHUR
(spreads his hands, sarcastically over exaggerating surprise)
What would that be?


MR ROBNER
You think you can come in here and act like a rebel, defy y authority, try to impress these kids just because you’re from the other side of town. Watch yourself though, I’ve expelled kids before.


ARTHUR
(suddenly serious)
Is that a threat? Because I’ve seen the bill for this school, and to be honest I’d rather buy Belgium than go here, but it’s not exactly my choice. But as long as you need to put gas in that Lexus, or Mercedes or whatever you drive you will welcome all of those bills with open arms.

Mr. Robner bites his lips and stares at Arthur. His hand twitches slightly. Suddenly he breaks contact and walks away and then back again.

MR ROBNER
I can survive without your payment, believe me. Yet I will give you a chance because your uncle knows and works for many influential people in this neighborhood, otherwise I’d send you on your way right now, make no mistake about that.

Arthur gives him a sarcastic smile and keeps nodding comically while Mr. Robner talks.

ARTHUR
Are you done... Sir?


MR ROBNER

Don’t push me, just don’t do it. I’ve been running this school for quite a while and I know exactly how to deal with kids like you.

Mr. Robner turns and walks away. As he walks Arthur holds up the middle finger to his back. He then turns and walks off through the back door.

CUT TO:

INT. - PRIVATE HIGH SCHOOL - BIOLOGY CLASS - DAY

It’s a regular biology class set up, desks set up as lab stations, two people per desk. The only difference is that most of the equipment is brand new and of higher quality than one would expect from a regular highschool.
Arthur is one of the first few people to walk. He SITS DOWN at the front desk and leans back.

As the other kids enter they sneak peaks at him and we can hear distant WHISPERS. No one sits next to him.

A 5’9 brunette pulls up a chair next to Arthur. This is NATALIE AMES. She is dressed in suit pants which hug her slim legs, a small shirt and a business maroon vest that hugs her body. Her hair is tied back in the back neatly and held up by two pins. She is also wearing glasses with a slim frame.

She has an athletic figure, not too skinny yet perfectly shaped. She is the conventional definition of gorgeous. Despite that she opens her mouth a couple of times but doesn’t say anything. Some of the blood has also rushed to her face. She finally builds up the strength.

NATALIE
Arthur, right? I’m Natalie, nice to meet you.

ARTHUR
(turns his head as if he just noticed her)
Hey.

NATALIE
That thing... You know... At the assembly... That was kind of funny.

ARTHUR
Thanks. You want an autograph or something?

NATALIE
(quietly)
No. Sorry, I was just letting you know that was good. No one seems to think that fast against Mr. Robner. There are lots of rules here you know.

ARTHUR
(faces the front of the class)
Thanks, I’ll be sure to learn them all.

NATALIE
Ummm... Sorry. I was just... You know thinking that since you are new you might need someone to show you around the school, and the neighborhood as well.

Arthur doesn't turn but a balled up piece of paper hits Natalie’s head and she turns. A group of kids in classy uniforms are giggling. A few guys are making weird faces.

Arthur turns to see the picture and then turns back to Natalie.

ARTHUR
Sure. I could use a guide if anything. Thanks for the offer too.

NATALIE
Thanks... I mean you’re welcome.

Mrs. Lawfield comes in and taps her hands loudly on the wall as she makes her way to her desk. When she sits down she pulls out the class journal, spennds a few seconds looking at it and then looks up at the class.

MRS LAWFIELD
Alright. Welcome to your final year. Let us begin...

CUT TO:

INT. - JAMES’ OFFICE - DAY

CLOSE UP on James’ face. His head is tilted slightly to the side. His face does not express any apparent emotion and seems rather lifeless. We can hear people talking off screen, PATIENTS, every time James blinks the voice switches.

MALE PATIENT (O.S.)
And that’s when she said that she slept with the gardener as well as the pool boy. At the same time!

James blinks

ANOTHER MALE PATIENT (O.S.)
He doesn’t listen to me anymore. I mean I told him he can’t take the Porsche when I need it for work and that he can use the BMW but he still keeps doing it, it just makes me so frustrated.
James blinks


FEMALE PATIENT (O.S.)
He doesn’t understand it because he is never there, he is never at the house. I just want it to look nice, good decorations and all. And also my clothes, yes I go out a lot, I need a big wardrobe. I can’t show up at my club meetings in the same things can I?

James blinks

YET ANOTHER MALE PATIENT (O.S.)
I just can’t stop betting, every time my friends urge me to bet on who scores the next touchdown I do it. Maybe I should stop using my seats in the V.I.P. booth, what do you think?

James blinks. As the next patient starts talking the camera pans around and reveals a man in his early forties. He is dressed in a sharp suit and he is leaning forward, talking quietly. This is MATTHEW DOUGLAS.

MATTHEW
And then he keeps talking to me how I never lived up to take his company to the next level. He always does this to me, makes me feel guilty. I’ve done everything, I’m even doing that merger he dreamed about all his life. What more can he possibly want?

JAMES
(takes a sip of water)
Its typical of fathers to want their sons to do good, to capitalize where they didn’t. Sometimes though they often don’t realize the pressure they are putting on their children. He has all the good intentions, but perhaps he feels that unless he pushes you will not recongize your potential. Let him know how you feel, handle the merger on your own and show him that you’re independent and that you’ve learned a lot from him.

James gets up and walks behind his chair. He takes another sip of water and rests his hands on the spine of the chair crossed, leaning forward.

JAMES (CONT'D)
As for the issue with your son, let him know that he is being unreasonable. I mean you gave him a Mercedes for his birthday, that is a better car than most people can ever afford and he has it at 18. You have the full right not to exchange it for this years model, its just one year. You are his father and you’ve already done so much, in this situation he is wrong.

MATTHEW
I don’t know. Will has always been an emotional child, I want him to just focus on his study and his last year. I might just exchange the car to put this issue behind us.

JAMES
It’s your call Mr. Douglas.

James checks his watch.

JAMES (CONT'D)
I’m afraid our time is up. I think you already scheduled the next session with Ellen. I’ll see your next time.

Matthew shakes James hands and walks away with a smile. James holds up his middle finger until Matthew disappears behind the door, Matthew doesn’t see it though.

James gets up. He grabs his chair and starts to wind up as if he is about to toss it through the window. He then puts it down on the ground and sits down. James holds the glass of water on his eyes level and SWIRLS the glass around lightly with his hand watching the cubes of ice collide.
He then presses the button on the phone and patches himself through.

JAMES (CONT'D)
Ellen, what else to we have for today.

ELLEN (O.S.)
(through phone speaker)
You have an hour off, then you have Mr. Clark, then Miss Swanson, and then Mrs. Apps.

JAMES
Cancel all of that.

ELLEN (O.S.)
(through the phone speaker)
What do you mean cancel?

JAMES
I mean call all of them and tell that I’m not avaialble today. Say its an emergency, my daughter got her first period, my water just broke, make something up.

ELLEN (O.S.)
(through the phone speaker)
I do not think that is the best course rigth now, the cancellations won’t do good for your clients.

JAMES
Well if you don’t do it now you’ll have to do it in five minutes anyway on account of me putting my head through the fucking window. I need the rest of the day off. Can you please just do what I ask and not be the voice of reason? Just for today? Pretty fucking please?


ELLEN (O.S.)
(through the phone speaker)
Okay, I’ll do it, just for today though.

JAMES
Thanks Oprah. Also, call down the valet, tell him to prep my car. I am about to head out.

He swirls the glass in front of his eyes again watching the ice more intensely. James then grabs his coat and walks out.