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

SCENE 8
INT-EXT. FROM INSIDE OF TRAIN TO OUTSIDE OF THE TRAIN STATION.

ANDREW(V.O.) April 25
Diary Dairy, I'm going to be spending my weekend in the city, but it isn't for pleasure it just business.

EXT. BRIDGE. DAY.
ANDREW(V.O.) I was right there were documentation about Henry. Unfortunately, it was just his address.

EXT. A RANDOM LONDON STREET. DAY.

ANDREW(V.O.) There was nothing about his family. Only that he is a widower.

Looks through the crowd streets of London.

ANDREW(V.O.) I just hope I can find my way there. This city's like a stone jungle. But though logic and reasoning I was able to find Henry's previous living quarters.

He makes it to a neighborhood and sees a closed tailor's shoppe. Right next to it was a door that was reached by a few step stairs. KNOCK. KNOCK KNO..on that final knock the unlocked door slowly creeped opened.

ANDREW(V.O.)
I tried knocking on the door but by the third time I was not welcomed by a face but by the a slow creep of the door.

INT. INSIDE OF THE HOUSE.
Andrew's cast shadow stretches onto the scarlet rug the more sunlight for through. Inside this madman's house was crimson curtains finely draped on the windows and doorway. A set of tables and chairs with velvet cushions. All tied together with a couple of paintings hung on the merlot wallpaper. Andrew can only muster a "hugh" for his reaction of the place.

ANDREW(V.O.) Since my intentions are pure I've decided to take a look around.

Lighting a light to a candle stick which he brought with, Andrew cautiously lifts his candle and shrinks back a bit up his way to the stairs.

ANDREW(V.O.) I must add for a madman's den his drawing room at the entrance is surprisingly well kept and up to date. Still, what might I find hidden in the study, the bedroom, or even attic.

Creaking with each step he takes. From his view he looks up in fear of the looming stairs. Suddenly, there was a dim light coming from the right corridor.

ANDREW(Internally screams) GHOST!

Zooms out to reveal that not only Andrew started to scream in fear but the man and lady from up top the stairs.

JON. Oi, who the bloody hell are you? Do you know that you are trespassing?

ANDREW. I'm sorry. My name is Dr. Andrew and....

The man's hostile behavior changes to something from friendly. This is because Andrew says he's a doctor.

JON. Wait. A doctor you say?

HOLLY. You can't be serious.

CUT-TO. MOMENTS LATER.
INT. DRAWING ROOM. DAY.

ANDREW. Thank you again for your hospitality but I'm here for business. I am currently working with a patient who used to live here.

JON.  You don't mean Henry do you?

ANDREW. Gasp! Are you one of Henry's relatives?

JON.  Hahaha. No. Lord No! No. My wife and his wife are sister.

HOLLY. Hello.

JON.  And that means everything in this house is mine now.

ANDREW. I don't think that how it works. The man is still alive.

HOLLY. Pft, he's good as died.

JON. Which is such a shame too. I never thought of him as mad.

ANDREW. How come?

JON. You can always tell a man's morality by the things he owns and the man had good taste.

ANDREW. That's a nice theory.

JON.  It's not a theory but a matter of survival.

HOLLY. Oh honey. Why don't you show him the painting you found up stair? The one with the field of flowers.

JON.  Good idea.

He exists. There's a silence between the two. Andrew just stares at a very skeptical Holly, who broke the silence by asking....

HOLLY. Tell me did he ever get his "memories" back.

ANDREW. I'm afraid not, but....

HOLLY (Whispers). @#@$!

ANDREW. I'm sorry?

HOLLY (Little bit embarrassed). Oh no. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it towards you. It was aimed at Henry.

ANDREW. Could you tell me more? I'm trying to find ways to jog his memories.

HOLLY. Let's see. Do you know why he's the asylum?

ANDREW. Of course. He has problems with sleeping and memory loss.

Holly gives him a look.

ANDREW. B-but there could always be other factors that weren't s-said or r-recorded.

HOLLY. Sigh