ISOLATED (Full Circle)

ACT I

FADE IN

{Setup} Rundown apartment

A lone figure (Jonathon) sits in the dark slightly bent over, his left palm covering his face.

CUT TO TABLE

A gun sits on a table an arms length away from him.

CUT TO SIDE VIEW OF JONATHON

He rises to his feet…

CUT TO GUN

He removes the gun from the table

CUT TO SIDE VIEW

Standing now, He places the steel of his gun to his head.

FIN: pull the trigger pussy!

CUT TO FRONT VIEW

He stands in place, trembling a little with a slight sweat on his brow. Eventually, with a huff of frustration, he takes the gun off the side of his face and thrust it to the table.

CUT TO MR. FIN

Mr. Fin is sitting on the floor

Fin: Puss ass mothafucker, I knew you couldn’t pull the trigger.

CUT TO JONATHON WHO RUSHES OVER TO THE NOW EMPTY SPOT ON THE FLOOR AND YELLS…

Jonathon: “Shut Up!”

CUT BACK TO MR. FIN WHO SITS UPON THE FLOOR. A KNOCK IS HEARD AT THE DOOR.

FIN: You heard that. They coming for you. All these years of running they finally coming for yo black ass. Ha, Ha, Ha(Cynical Laugh)

Unknown Male voice1: Jonathon, Jonathon!

FADE TO BRIGHT WHITE/HAZY

Unknown Voices: (hard to discern) nee..d Help.. ..Wh.en you get better.

ACT II

FADE IN

{Setup} Cell, basically a blank room now. He wears a straightjacket.

Establishing shot: of Jonathon sitting alone in the room.

PAN OUT

At first he does nothing, but soon begins to fidget.

CUT TO FIN

Fin: You look real comfortable over there. Man you should have just ended your life when you had the chance…. But you…. Naw, Naw not you. You ain’t got the balls to do shit do you. You never could finish the job. That’s why your wife left you. Ha, ha, ha (cynical laugh) And I always thought she was a slut anyway. Just saying, she was kinda fucking the neighbor. (Rubs a grin onto his face). Uhh, sad life ain’t it,... I can’t believe you would kill you own flesh and blood over a broad, your own brother.

Jonathon: (Rocks head in uneven motions) I didn’t mean to, I didn’t me to, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to. I thought it was you. I thought it was you.

Fin: There you go, blaming me for shit again. Always quick to blame somebody.

Jonathon gets up and bangs on the door, but no one answers, he stands there a moment.

Jonathon: (Screaming) Let me out, let me out of here. He goes back and sits down against a wall. He stares straight at the ceiling as a doctor comes in the room.

Doctor: Mr. Jonathon. It says here that you’re having issues with hallucination. You are here because we have decided that you are a danger to yourself as well as to others. However, there is a new treatment we would like you to volunteer to test for. The treatment is based on the idea of isolation from all but the least possible amount of stimuli. If you should agree to this new treatment, we assure your stay here shall be significantly reduced. Do you accept?

CUT

He gets up and begins to look around the walls. He is looking around at these walls when he hears someone call to him from the other side of the room.

CUT

He stops, disoriented, and looks around again. Remembering where he is, he rubs his head in frustration and sits back down. A moment later, he hears what he thinks to be muffled speaking from far off. Realizing it’s coming from somewhere outside the door.

CUT TO DOOR

He jumps up and begins banging on the door, calling out

Jonathon: Hey…HEY!

But no one answers the door. He gives up, but not without a few choice words at the door.

Jonathon: Mother fuckers! Fuck man… Fuck

ACT III

He’s lost in his delusion the walls are dark, barely discernable. The walls are covered in crudely drawn pictures, which depict his past actions and events that preceded his incarceration. Eventually, the world snaps back to reality, but this time he just standing staring out into space, but eventually falls to his knees and begins to cry.

SLOW FADE CUT

FADE IN ON JONATHON’S FACE WHILE PANNING OUT

He’s sitting in his room, calm and collected. He’s still a little older. He blinks, and just blankly staring straight ahead. He hears muffled voices from the other side of the door, but he doesn’t get up.

Mr.Fin: so that’s it, all of it gone… everything gone, your wife gone, money gone, kids gone, everything. Fucked it all up. Hard life ain’t it? Did you hear me? YO! I know this mothafucka hear me. YO! This mothafucka is ignoring me, ain’t that some shit. You know your regretting everything you did right? Listen to me when I’m talking to you. God damn it. You know what? Fuck it. Fuck it, fuck you, fuck everything.

CUT

Jonathon sits alone in the room, not twitching or even moving around. He only emits a small reaction when the a knock at the door proceeds the entrance of the doctor.

CUT TO DOOR

Unknown voice outside the door: Just get him out here!

Door opens

Doctor: Congratulations sir, the treatment was a success. You may be released.

FADE CUT TO ORGINAL SET

Jonathon sits in the same position as he started in the first scene. He points the gun to his head.

CUT TO CLOSE-UP OF JONATHON’S FACE

He sits in place, trembling a little with a slight sweat on his brow. Eventually, with a huff of frustration, he pulls the trigger.

FADE TO BLACK