Snierdf

Screenplay

written by

ferf ziamond

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 FADE IN
 
EXT. COURTHOUSE - SUNSET  
 

An ANGRY MOB protests. Chants blaring, fists rising.

ANGRY MOB

Hang the child molester!

Execute the sex offender!

A man and woman embrace to the side. MR. and MRS. DE’MEAL.

A frustrated police officer, KIP, turns from guarding the door, it opens. A small, frightened, pig of a man stands inside beside his dark suited attorney.

The mob becomes louder and irate.

ANGRY MOB

Death to the piece of

garbage! Die you

miserable pig!

The door closes.

INT. COURTHOUSE

KIP

Looks like you’ll be

spending another night

dirt bag.

The attorney cuts through Kip with a stare.

The mob is heard.

INT. DOCTOR’S OFFICE - DAY

 JUSTIN HAYGEN, late thirties, playful smile, average  
 height police officer, seated on examining table  fiddling with  medical equipment. 
 

DOC enters, forties, dark, serious, gloomy.

DOC

Justin, how long has it

been since you’ve been in

to see me?

JUSTIN

Four years I guess.

DOC

Try eight.

JUSTIN

Really? Maybe I should

change my schedule around.

DOC

Justin, I have something

to tell you that is not

going to be easy.

His Playful smile dissolves, intense fear.

DOC (CONT.)

Have you ever heard of

Kemper Halloway?

JUSTIN

No.

DOC

Kemper Halloway was a man

with a very rare illness.

It is sometimes referred

to as Kemper Halloway’s

disease. Kind of like the

Lou Gehrig thing.

JUSTIN

I have Lou Gehrig’s

disease?

DOC

No, you have Kemper

Halloway’s disease.

JUSTIN

I’m afraid to ask.

DOC

It’s not good. I can

explain what you should

expect or I can let you

read some literature I

have on it. I’ll answer

your questions when

you’re ready.

JUSTIN

I’m not a reader.

DOC

It is an extremely rare

form of cancer.

Justin, visibly crushed.

DOC (CONT.)

You are a year into it.

That is where these

severe pains are coming

from.

Justin takes a deep breath.

DOC (CONT.)

I can stop if you’d like.

Justin shakes his head.

DOC (CONT)

It is not going to be

tolerable pain. I can

provide pain killers that

will only supply moderate

assistance. You will of

course have to leave the

job.

Justin stares aimlessly, grips the wax paper, forces himself to his feet.

JUSTIN

I’ll take the paper work.

DOC

I’m sorry Justin.

JUSTIN

It’s my own fault. I

waited eight years. Can I

get those pain killers?

DOC

I have several

prescriptions for you.

One will give you a

little more time but with

the increase of pain, you

may want less time.

JUSTIN

How much time we talking

about anyway?

DOC

Without the medicine,

that gives you what I

calculated to seventy-one

days. About twenty,

twenty one till the real

pain takes over.

Justin grips the slip of paper bending the edges.

INT. LOCKER ROOM

A dim, dreary room, grey walls, blue lockers, three police officers finish putting on uniforms. KIP, BERG, CHARLIE.

Charlie, less manly, frail, ties his shoe on the bench.

Kip, burley prankster uses a high voice.

KIP

Charlie stop leaning over

like that, you’re driving

me wild.

CHARLIE

Screw off.

Berg, serious faced, thinner young man laughs.

BERG

Yea you couldn’t handle

all of that man. The more

serious you take Kip’s

insults, the more he’s

gonna do it.

CHARLIE

Yea yea.

CAP, forties, stern, stops, notices the men.

CAP

You clowns watch each

others backs out there

today.

BERG

Yes Cap.

Cap starts, takes a second glance.

CAP

Where’s Haygen? Late

again?

CHARLIE

No Cap, I think he’s in

the can.

Cap continues to his office.

BERG

Good cover Charlie.

CHARLIE

I’ll always have Justin’s

back.

KIP

How many times have you

had it already?

CHARLIE

Take a walk Kip.

Justin sneaks in.

JUSTIN

Hey! You guys take it

easy out there today.

BERG

Speak of the devil.

What’s up Haygen?

JUSTIN

How is babysitting that

piece of garbage kid

toucher going?

KIP

The crowd was so irate he

had to spend another

night. We’re going to try

again tonight.

JUSTIN

Really?

BERG

Where’s the uniform?

JUSTIN

Sorry fellas. I just

stopped by to give you

the news.

CHARLIE

What news?

JUSTIN

Mandatory vacation from

the Doc.

BERG

You okay?

JUSTIN

Yea fine.

CHARLIE

Why the vacation?

JUSTIN

Just coming down with

something and the stress

of carrying a gun ain’t

helping it.

KIP

You’re kidding.

JUSTIN

Wish I was.

BERG

Who am I gonna partner

with?

JUSTIN

Get Gina off of desk.

BERG

C’mon, Gina’s a girl.

JUSTIN

You afraid of girls?

BERG

Just the ones I want to

sleep with.

JUSTIN

You’re not supposed to

sleep with your partner

Berg.

BERG

That’s only because I’ve

had such an ugly one for

the last nine years.

Kip motions toward Charlie.

KIP

Make sure he knows that.

JUSTIN

Enjoy your tour guys. I’ll

be in with Cap.

BERG

Take care of yourself

Haygen.

KIP

Yea.

CHARLIE

We will always have your

back.

BERG

Look no further for a

true brother.

JUSTIN

Thanks.

Justin cringes, squeezes his eyes, walks away.

He stands hesitant before Cap’s door, knocks.

INT. OFFICE