Slightly locked, slightly late...

[Curtin-Parloe]

Well, what a christmas holiday I had...
Back at work today, just hammering out the script I've had in my brain since the door was locked [img]wink.gif[/img]
Anyway, first part of first draft below...

Paul

[Curtin-Parloe]

FADE IN:

INT - ROOM - DAY

SAM is asleep in bed. He opens his eyes. The room is spartan, only a chair and bed break the whiteness.

SAM
(drowsy)
Where am I?

SAM hauls himself onto his elbows and looks around the room.

SAM (CONT'D)
What the-

SAM pulls at the sheet over him. Pauses. Glances under the covers. Drops the sheet. Looks around, more urgently this time.

SAM (CONT'D)
Well, I'll be...

Previously unnoticed on the chair are SAM's clothes, cleaned and pressed. SAM furtively rises and dresses.

SAM (CONT'D)
(Matter of fact)
Right.

SAM reaches out to touch the nearest wall.
A voice emanates from above.

VOICE (O.S.)
What are you doing, SAM?

SAM snatches his hand back.

SAM
Hello?

VOICE
It's just a wall, SAM. Like any other wall. Except that this wall is yours alone.

SAM runs his hands along the wall.

SAM
Who are you?

VOICE
That is not important. Let it suffice that I have imprisoned you.

SAM's hands find a depression. Just discernable is a door. SAM drops his hand to the knob.

SAM
You're not as smart as you thought, whoever you are. I've found the door!

SAM turns the knob with a flourish and leaps forward. The unyielding door dashes him to the ground, clutching his shoulder.

VOICE
You're not as smart as I thought, SAM. Did you think I would try to incarcerate you in a room with an unlocked door? (sigh)

SAM leaps to his feet and pounds on the door as he yells.

SAM
Let me out! Let me out!...

FADE OUT

FADE IN:

INT - ROOM - DAY

SAM sits crosslegged on the floor, rocking back and forth. A considerable time has passed.

SAM
(murmuring)
let me out, let me out...

A small slot opens in the door and a tray of food is pushed in. As the slot snaps shut, SAM scurries to the tray and gobbles the food.

VOICE
SAM?

SAM looks up, food dribbling down his chin.

SAM
Yeah?

VOICE
How do you feel today, SAM?

SAM
Not bad, not bad. Can I have a window soon?

VOICE
I told you, SAM. You can't have anything you didn't have when you were brought in. And that includes the tray.

SAM whirls around. The tray is gone.

VOICE (CONT'D)
I will speak to you tomorrow, SAM.

SAM waits for a moment, and lifts the mattress. Underneath is a cheap steel dining knife. SAM grabs it and wedges it between the door and frame.

SAM
(under breath)
Got you now...

SAM prises at the door. The knife snaps and SAM stumbles, knocking himself out on the chair.

FADE OUT

FADE IN:

INT - ROOM - DAY

SAM is asleep in bed. He opens his eyes.

SAM
(drowsy)
Where am I?

SAM hauls himself onto his elbows and looks around the room.

SAM (CONT'D)
What the-

SAM pulls at the sheet over him. Pauses. Glances under the covers. Drops the sheet. Looks around, more urgently this time.

SAM (CONT'D)
Well, I'll be...

SAM's clothes sit on the chair, cleaned and pressed. SAM furtively rises and dresses.

SAM (CONT'D)
(Matter of fact)
Right.

SAM examines the door. There is a mark where the knife blade used to be.

VOICE
SAM?

SAM scowls upwards.

SAM
What do you want?

VOICE
How are you doing today, SAM?

SAM
(Shouting)
I'm getting sick of your questions, for a start!

VOICE
That's a shame. (beat) I've something important to tell you, SAM.

SAM
Yeah, yeah.

VOICE
We've been assessing you, SAM. Trying to find out whether you're guilty or innocent.

SAM
I'm innocent, innocent, I tell you!

VOICE
I'm afraid not, SAM. You see, for all the time you've been imprisoned here, you've never once asked me why.

SAM slumps to the ground, dumbstruck. The room darkens.

FADE OUT

[twister!]

Did he visit his parents for Christmas?

[Curtin-Parloe]

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[emjen]

Well... dont really know what to think of this. It's not really interesting, although it read pretty fluidly.

[deanl]

Hey there.

It was ok. I didnt really see the point if it. (whatever that means) I'm not a big fan of people talking to them selves in scripts.

It felt rushed. You could add a LOT more to this that might make it better.

Despin out.