09-01 blogpost 6
Curtain rises on INT. APARTMENT, still full of water. I stand, back to the fridge. SAM stands opposite, at couch. I finally have some distance between us again.
I glance at the clock. SAM swims towards me.
The phone in my pocket RINGS. SAM turns with his whole body. If I go after it, I lose concentration on SAM.
I go for the phone. SAM dashes at me. I duck under him.
Idiot. The phone can wait.
I scramble out. Almost safe again. SAM catches me, GRABS my ankle, HOOKS his arm around my arms. I’m pinned. He drops to the ground, lifting me up and over him until I CRASH back to the ground, behind him now, onto my back.
He YANKS my arm. That stinging pain from the bite is back. I’m vulnerable here. I bring my legs up tight to my chest and KICK up into SAM.
He gasps to get his rhythm back.
(shouting to get attention, then softer) Sam!... I’m not hiding from you anymore. I’m sorry I ever did.
SAM grows, eating up the room. He starts following a trail of words in the water, wherever it goes.
(like the words scratch his tongue) Why didn’t you say that shit a month ago?
He punches my face.
I thought I was alone.
He punches my face.
I thought I was the only one scared.
I take a deep breath, in and out. My broken arm is still numb. I float.
You’re not alone, Sam. I just can’t believe this is about takeout.
(stunned by my stupidity) Takeout? Takeout is a grain of sand on the floor. You keep missing the water we’re in.
You don’t trust me.
(moving closer) Of course I don’t trust you.
I’m sorry. I didn’t know what you needed. And I’m not totally sure I could have given it to you.
Let me be your roommate.
Let me be your friend.
The water falls, just below the ceiling.
We cry. I don’t know when we stop crying. Minutes. Hours.
The water’s kind of nice.
SAM circles around me.
It is. Nice and cool in August.
It’s September now, I think.
There’s a pause.
(awkward) Shit. Did we pay rent?
We have until the end of the day.
You were… keeping track.
Easier than dealing with you.
(resigned) Fair enough.
We don't know what else to do. So we laugh. The water falls. The surface is close to our heads.
Are your ears okay? With the pressure and all.
ME (BRANDON V.O.) [Note: what the hell?]
My ears are fine.
I stretch out my legs, then my arms. Out of my shell.