“PHARMACIST TROUBLE”
Bethany Hayes
2014006193@student.sit.ac.nz
INT. BEDROOM – MORNING
OLIVER, the
usually serious, dark haired, 24 year old, is in bed graving tissue after
tissue and blowing his nose, all well SILVER JEWEL, a silver haired, 19 year
old, mute, shy guy, is watching him from the doorway. OLIVER notices SILVER
OLIVER
(coughing)
Hey. Silver, can
you come, over here?
SILVER waltz’s towards OLIVER.
OLIVER
(sniffs)
Can… can you do
me a, favor?
SILVER surprised
looks excited and OLIVER frowns
OLIVER
Ummm. Can you go
to the, local pharmacy
and get me some acetaminophen?
SILVER gets
nervous about going outside alone
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 heads out the bedroom door. OLIVER, now that SILVER is gone, lies
alone
OLIVER
He better get the
right medicine…
EXT. PHARMACY – MORNING
SILVER
cautiously walks though the sliding doors into the pharmacy.
INT. PHARMACY – MORNING-NOON
SILVER looks
around the store with large eyes, but accidentally tips over a bottle
(crash!)
Guilty, SILVER
sweeps the mess under the shelf 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 PHARMACIST.
PHARMACIST
(clears throat)
Sir, I’m sorry
but I do not know
what that word means.
SILVER looks
back over his notebook embarrassed.
PHARMACIST
You know, sir,
you could tell
me what the word is. I could
help you a lot faster.
SILVER surprised
stares for a few moment but regains himself, turns away from the counter, and
goes to find the medicine himself.
PHARMACIST
(sighs)
The clock behind
PHARMACIST speeds up to show the passing of time as PHARMACIST stands there
bored and unmoving.
INT. PHARMACY – AFTERNOON
SILVER returns
to the counter disappointed and empty handed.
PHARMACIST
(sarcasm)
Did you find what
you were
looking for?
SILVER gives
PHARMACIST a glare and shakes his head. PHARMACIST still doesn’t understand
SILVER’s silence.
PHARMACIST
Are you going to
tell me what you
would like now sir? You would be
able to enjoy your day
outside
maybe.
SILVER frowns but takes out his phone to
text OLIVER about the medicine.
PHONE
Hey Oliver! How
do you spell that
medicine you wanted? I don’t know
how… :/
SILVER stares at
his screen waiting but with no reply. PHARMACIST sighs irritated with SILVER’s
silence.
PHARMACIST
Sir. If you’re
not going to tell
me what you would like today,
then I can’t help you. You should
get someone who can talk to
get
what you want. OK?
SILVER
embarrassed and red faced nodes and turns towards the exit. The PHARMACIST
sighs in relief. As SILVER steps forward he remembers how sick OLIVER was in
bed.
(voice over)
OLIVER
Ummm. Can you go to the, local
pharmacy and
get me some
acetaminophen?
SILVER feels
guilt building up as he steps closer to the exit.
(voice over)
OLIVER
It would, make me feel better. Do you
want
me to, feel better, or not?
SLIVER stops,
slowly turns around and trudges back to the counter. PHARMACIST looks
disappointed with SILVER coming back.
PHARMACIST
So, what can I do…
SILVER
interrupts PHARMACIST by suddenly pointing at a random medicine in fount of
him.
PHARMACIST
Umm… You want Allopurinol?
SILVER realizes
that this is how he will find the medicine. He will use PHARMACIST’s voice to
hear the different medicine’s and find the one OLIVER needs. SILVER is filled
with hope and immediately points at another medicine.
PHARMACIST
Amitriptyline?
SILVER swiftly
points at another over and over with PHARMACIST reading out what the labels
say.
PHARMACIST
Albuterol?
(pause)
Azithromycin?
(pause)
Atorvastatin?
SILVER being
bombarded by all these words get’s dizzy as he envisions lots of different
medicines flying past him. PHARMACIST’s voice become distant and fuzzy as
everything gets more mashed together.
PHARMACIST
(distant, fuzzy)
Alprazolam? Amlodipine?
Amiodarone?
Allopurinol?
Amoxicillin? Aspirin?
Atenolol?
SILVER is on the
verge of snapping because of how frustrated he is and scowls at PHARMACIST.
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
SILVER filled with relief shoves the phone in
PHARMACIST’s face.
PHARMACIST
Ohhhh. You wanted
acetaminophen?
SILVER nodes his head frantically.
PHARMACIST takes some acetaminophen off the shelf, scans it, bags it, and hands
it to SILVER. SILVER turns towards the exit once more.
PHARMACIST
(waving goodbye)
Goodbye. Have a
nice, rest of your
day, sir.
SILVER leaving the store rushes home to
OLIVER.
INT. BEDROOM - AFTERNOON
OLIVER is still in bed as SILVER walks in.
OLIVER
(moans)
About time. It’s
past noon ya know?
Just give it here.
SILVER pauses.
OLIVER
Hey, what’s going
on SILVER?
SILVER’s eyes
get wider as everything around him seems distant and darken. OLIVER’s voice is
distant as everything becomes more intense for SILVER along with the music
getting louder.
OLIVER
(voice over)
SILVER? Hey SILVER? SILVER!?
Without notice,
the intensity disappears and OLIVER’s voice becomes clear. SILVER still
standing still.
OLIVER
SILVER?
SILVER abruptly launches the acetaminophen
at OLIVER’s face but never shows impact.
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