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"Better Left Unsaid"
Story and Screenplay by @brian-rhodes
Original Music by @dan-atstarlite
Working Title by @jrcornel
Scenes 1, 2

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      INT. APARTMENT TORONTO - NIGHT

      Sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers, head in hands,
      is CHARLIE LEONARD, a man in his 60's, 5'10", 190 lbs. soft
      build, slightly overweight, short cropped hair, unshaven grey
      facial hair. A manly weathered look. Guilt ridden. Wants to
      break free of his past. Self-loathing. Angry. Recovering from
      night of booze and sex. He's near breaking physically. He's
      in pain.

      The room is quiet, dimly lit. Blinds are pulled. A tattered
      70's-style poster hangs on the wall. "The Charlie Leonard
      Band, "Grind It Out, North American Tour 1984", stands out in
      the drab room. The furniture is old and make do.

      An empty pizza box sits on the small kitchen counter on one
      side of the room. A half empty scotch bottle and two glasses
      sit on a bedside table. Empty beer bottles are scattered
      around.

      A stack of vinyl LP's sits on the floor against the wall. The
      armature is at the end of an LP spinning on the turntable.
      The turntable sits on a plastic commercial milk box beside
      the record stack. A small amp with speakers sits on a chest
      of drawers beside the turntable. The room is messy.

      Next to Charlie, laying on his stomach, naked, half covered
      by a sheet with his head at the foot of the bed is EUGENE,
      mid-20's, handsome, dark brown hair, swimmer's build, 6'
      Mediterranean complexion. His bare ass is exposed. He's
      facing the wall away from Charlie.

      Charlie looks at him, then turns away. Pours a scotch
      straight up. Reaches for his jeans on floor beside bed. Pulls
      out a plastic bag of pills. Washes two pills down with the
      scotch. Places open bag on night table. He holds his side in
      pain.

                          CHARLIE
                Hey!

      He shakes Eugene.

                          CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                Wake up.

      Eugene awakens.

                          CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                You gotta leave.

                          EUGENE
                What?

                          CHARLIE
                Get dressed!

      Confused, Eugene rolls out of the bed, puts on his clothes.
      Charlie picks up his jeans again. Pulls out some cash. Counts
      it out.

                          CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                Here.

      Throws a hundred dollars on the bed. Eugene picks it up.
      Charlie holds his side again.

                          EUGENE (CONT'D)
                You OK?

      Charlie ignores him.

                          CHARLIE
                I'll catch up to you later. Just go!

      Eugene nods OK and exits. Charlie sits calmly staring at the
      pill bag on the bedside table. Picks up the bag, spills the
      pills left onto the table. He picks up two more. Washes them
      down with more scotch.

      He sits motionless for a moment, tries to stand up. Suddenly,
      he writhing with overwhelming pain, he passes out slumping to
      the bed, onto the floor.

                                                     CUT TO BLACK:

      The sound of disjointed, layered phrases, different voices,
      words seemingly off in the distance mixed with the sound of a
      siren... "first time ever; hospital; last night at the bar;
      how long; he's a friend; why can't I go; out of the way; he's
      stabilized; no time".

      Through the noise a steady beep starts faintly then becomes
      more audible as the noise fades out until only the recurring
      beep is audible.

                                                          CUT TO:

      INT. HOSPITAL ROOM TORONTO - DAY

      P.O.V. Charlie: He opens his eyes. Vision is blurry. In a
      hospital bed. Confused. The heart monitor beeps nearby. He
      sees vague image. Someone in a white coat is approaching...

                          DR. JAMES
                Mr. Leonard.

      Charlie strains to respond.

                          DR. JAMES (CONT'D)
                Don't try to speak. Just nod yes or
                no. I'm Dr. James. How are you
                feeling?

      Charlie manages a nod.

                          DR. JAMES (CONT'D)
                Good. You're in hospital. You're OK.
                We've pumped your stomach. Scotch and
                OxyContin. Not a good mix Mr.
                Leonard. The immediate threat has
                passed. You can count yourself lucky
                your friend came back for his keys.

      The Doctor looks at the chart.

                          DR. JAMES (CONT'D)
                We're going to keep you for a day or
                two... to run some tests, make sure
                we're not missing anything. OK?

      As the Doctor's words sink in Charlie struggles to sit up
      upright. The Doctor stops him.

                          DR. JAMES
                Not now. Just rest. The nurse will
                come in shortly. We need another
                blood sample. I'll drop by tomorrow.
                By then we should have a better...

      The strain is too much. The Doctor's voice fades out. The
      sunken look around Charlie's eyes says it all. He's not well.

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