Vol 1.1 Hidden but Always Close:(WIP) (Beta Readers Needed.)

SCENE 5

CUT-TO.
EXT. GARDEN. DAY
Andrew was angrily writing.

ANDREW. (V.O.) ...Madness? Me? Who does he think he is. A doctor with years of experience....Maybe he didn't say madness but something that rythmes with the word. Gladness? Sadness? Status? I just don't know?  Shouldn't it be impossible for a Doctor to go...

Unknown to Andrew a shadowy figure with a pick axe approaches from beyond.

HENRY. Hello.

ANDREW. Eek! Oh h-hello Henry. Shouldn't you be working on your chores?

HENRY. Already, complete. Look.

Andrew looks over at the fields where other patients are still digging at the dirt. Some midway and others not even close. Only one row has the dirt completely turned over in preparation for the crop. 

ANDREW. Wow. It's not even 1:30 yet.  

HENRY. I guess I just got into it. Might I ask what you are writing about? 

ANDREW. Oh n-nothing, just notes.

HENRY. Could I read it?

ANDREW. N-no. You really shouldn't.

HENRY. Come on. I could check your grammar or maybe your pros.

ANDREW. My pros are just fine. Thank you very much.

HENRY. But it's so boring here. There isn't a single thing to read since my time here. Or God forbid I have a single quill or parchment paper. It's driving me mad.

ANDREW.You are mad.

HENRY. More mad than usually I mean. 

ANDREW. More mad than usually?

HENRY. Well this place...It's....how would I describe it....Oh just the other day because of the rain we all just sat inside a stared a wall.

ANDREW. What why?

HENRY. You tell me?

ANDREW. Mmmh maybe it was to prevent over stimulation of the mind.

HENRY. I just don't think human beings are not meant to stay in one place for too long.

ANDREW. Nonsense then why we invent cities and the indoors. And  places to call home.

HENRY. Not like that. I mean just in a small room sense. Yes, I'm glad that I'm getting the basics in food and shelter. Just this place is driving me up the wall.

ANDREW. I'm very sorry Henry. I know this place isn't the best but it what's needed to cure you.

HENRY. I didn't feel like I'm getting better.

ANDREW. Just have some faith.

HENRY. Like that man over there.

Henry points to a man laying face down on the ground next to a broom.

ANDREW. Oh dear lord.

CUT-TO.
INT. HALLWAY. DAY.
Andrew and Henry each have one arm of the unconscious patient drape over their shoulders as they walk down the hallways.

HENRY. I think the man probably worked himself to exhaustion. 

ANDREW. Can't be. The weather is so temperate with the lack of sunshine. 

INT. A MASSIVE ROOM FULL OF BEDS WITH DIRTY SHEETS IN PERFECT ROWS. DAY.

HENRY. Oh I remember this place. This is were I spent the first few nights. 

They place the man on the bed. Andrew notices a red liquid streak that reach his neck. Andrew moves the man's hair that find dark red blood coming from top right side of his head. Andrew turns whiter and his eyes diverge.

HENRY. Andrew!

Henry tries to prevent Andrew from passing out but he just slumps on the bed to sitting on the floor.

HENRY. You alright there?

ANDREW. I-I'm good. I'm good. Seeing him with all that blood got to me.

HENRY. It's just blood. It's a part of life.

ANDREW. Right..And right now I think he needs more help then do I.

Henry helps Andrew stand on his feet.

ANDREW. It looks like his head has been bashed. Must have fallen on a rock or something. Henry would you mind getting my bag. I left it outside. 

HENRY. Right. 

Henry exist.

Andrew uses his red handkerchief to clean off the blood. Trying desperately ignore the smell of iron and flesh that made him gag. From the corner of Andrew's eye he saw a figure coming forward. Turning his head, he saw an older gentlemen with a mustache and thinning hair.

OLDER GENTLEMEN.(Trembling.) [ROMANIAN DIALOGUE.]

His eyes are shoot wide open and darting around the room.

ANDREW. I-I'm sorry I don't understand?

OLDER GENTLEMEN.(Trembling.) [ROMANIAN DIALOGUE.]

His hands trembling as he reaches something in his pocket.

ANDREW. P-please calm down.... I-I don't understand.

OLDER GENTLEMEN.(Trembling.) [ROMANIAN DIALOGUE.]

He grabs Andrews hand to places a little handcrafted cross necklace in his hand. Staring into Andrews eyes with a look of grave importance, he points down at the cross and then to the same door Henry left through. He give Andrew two pats on the back before leaving. Andrew looks down at the cross. Noting that it's just two sticks with sting wrapped around it. He places the symbol carefully in his coat pocket. Then tends the patient. He stops and looks up as he heard someone say "Dr. Andrew."

ANDREW. Ah...Henry...You're not Henry.

Andrew saw an attendant. A man in a grey uniform with a build that can lift two people and sunken eyes.

ATTENDANT. No, but I brought you your bag.

ANDREW. Thank you.

ATTENDANT. You really got to be careful next time. A patient could have stolen it.

ANDREW. It was just a few minutes.

ATTENDANT. They're known for their moral failings, Doctor.

ANDREW. Well, no harm was done. Right?

ATTENDANT. Right.

The Attendant leaves and Andrew gets in the flow of cleaning and bandaging the patient.