“PHARMACIST TROUBLE”
Bethany Hayes
2014006193@student.sit.ac.nz
FADE IN:
INT. BEDROOM – MORNING
OLIVER, the
usually serious, dark haired, 24-year-old, is in bed grabbing tissue after
tissue and blowing his nose. SILVER JEWEL, a silver haired, 19-year-old, mute,
shy guy, is leaning in the doorway. OLIVER notices SILVER staring at him.
OLIVER
(coughing)
Silver, please,
come here.
SILVER waltzes towards OLIVER.
OLIVER
(sniffs)
Can… can you do
me a, favor?
SILVER looks
excited but OLIVER frowns.
OLIVER
Ummm. Can you go to the pharmacy
and get me some acetaminophen?
SILVER’s expression
turns to a frown and he starts to shake his head, nervous.
OLIVER
(coughing)
It would, make me
feel better. Do
you want me to, feel better, or not?
SILVER nodes his
head slowly as OLIVER blows his nose
OLIVER
Good. Now get
going! You better
be back here by lunch, got it?
SILVER nodes
again and backs out the door. OLIVER slumps back in his bed.
INT. PHARMACY – NOON
SILVER looks
around the store with large eyes and walks to the counter where he meets a
bored and tired PHARMACIST.
PHARMACIST
Good morning sir,
how may I
help you today?
SILVER takes out
his notebook and tries to write ‘acetaminophen’. SILVER lifts the notebook up
and shows the PHARMACIST.
PHARMACIST
(clears throat)
Sir, I’m sorry
but I do not
know what you're scribbling.
SILVER looks down
at his notebook embarrassed.
PHARMACIST
You know, sir,
you could tell me
what the word is. I could help
you a lot faster.
SILVER stares
for a moment then spins around and stomps down an aisle.
PHARMACIST
(sighs)
The clock behind
the PHARMACIST speeds up to show the passing of time as he stands there bored
and unmoving
SILVER returns
to the counter disappointed and empty handed.
PHARMACIST
(sarcasm)
Did you find what
you were looking
for?
SILVER glares and
shakes his head.
PHARMACIST
(Annoyed)
Are you going to
tell me what you
would like now sir?
An idea springs to mind and SILVER grins as
he takes out his phone.
PHONE
Hey Oliver! How
do you spell that
medicine you wanted? I don’t know
how… :/
SILVER stares at
the screen, but there's no reply.
PHARMACIST
(More annoyed)
Sir. If you’re
not going to tell
me what you would like, then
I cannot help you.
Red faced,
SILVER nods and turns to the exit. But SILVER stops as he imagines how sick
OLIVER is.
OLIVER (V.O.)
(quiet)
Ummm. Can you go to the pharmacy
and get me
some acetaminophen?
SILVER takes a
step forward but then OLIVER's voice is louder.
OLIVER (V.O.) (CONT’D)
(louder)
It would, make me feel better. Do
you want
me to, feel better, or not?
SLIVER slowly
turns around and trudges back to the counter. The PHARMACIST looks disappointed.
PHARMACIST
So, what can I do…
SILVER
interrupts the PHARMACIST by suddenly pointing at a random medicine in fount of
him.
PHARMACIST
Umm… You want Allopurinol?
SILVER suddenly
grins wide and points at another medicine.
PHARMACIST
Amitriptyline?
SILVER swiftly
points at another over and over.
INT. SILVER JEWEL’S MIND - AFTERNOON
PHARMACIST
Albuterol?
(pause)
Azithromycin?
(pause)
Atorvastatin?
SILVER being
bombarded by all these words gets dizzy as he imagines medicines, the words of
the medicines, and the PHARMACIST’s head flying past him.
PHARMACIST
(distant, fuzzy)
Alprazolam? Amlodipine?
Amiodarone? Allopurinol?
Amoxicillin? Aspirin?
Atenolol?
SILVER is
shacking with frustrated and scowls at the PHARMACIST.
INT. PHARMACY – AFTERNOON
Abruptly,
SILVER’s phone makes a sound and all the chaos stops.
Phone
(vibrates)
SILVER snatches his phone and reads the
screen.
PHONE
Oh ya. You can’t
speak. It’s
acetaminophen
Relief floods
SILVER and he shoves the phone in PHARMACIST’s face.
PHARMACIST
Ohhhh. You wanted
acetaminophen?
SILVER nods his head frantically. The
PHARMACIST takes some acetaminophen off the shelf, scans it, bags it, and hands
it over.
SILVER leaves the store as quick as he can
INT. BEDROOM - AFTERNOON
OLIVER is still in bed as SILVER walks in.
OLIVER
(moans)
About time.
SILVER abruptly launches the acetaminophen
at OLIVER’s face and stomps off.
Oliver
(in pain)
AGH! HEY! What was tha…
OLIVER is interrupted by his phone receiving
a message.
PHONE
Enjoy your medicine
:3 I am never
leaving this house alone again
FADE OUT:
THE END
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