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

CUT-TO. NEXT DAY.

INT. WARD 13. THE NEXT DAY.

A sicken Andrew holds a vial of blood and turns his gaze quickly away as he places it in his medical bag.

ANDREW. Are you eating well?

HENRY. Yes.

ANDREW. On schedule?

HENRY. Of course.

Andrew then retrieve something else from his bag. 

ANDREW. Are the medication working well because if their not...

HENRY. Don't worry. The medicine is working fine. 

ANDREW. Um...Henry. 

HENRY. Yes.

ANDREW. Here.

Andrew hands him the burnt pages. Henry examines the mostly entirely damage paper. 

HENRY. Um thanks?

ANDREW. Do they look familiar in anyway?

HENRY. Not really. 

ANDREW. Well, their your letters in your handing writing. I went to your home over the weekend in hopes that bringing things in would help you remember. But they're all burnt. 

HENRY. Umm...Maybe if I read what I write. "Dear Diary I must fix the death traps called stairs." Then there's a drawing of said stairs with me hanging on to some kind of rope. Then this one is just a bunch of weird scribbles. And another one written in weird scribbles. Some notes on dress patterns, not bad. Something about wallpaper for this one. And.....

ANDREW. Henry?

HENRY (Reads.) "Today, I fear that.....I could think of a million reasons why it's a bad idea... But I must follow my gut....She makes me feel so safe... She love me and I love her....makes sense we should be wed." 

HENRY (Questioning.) I...was married. I was in love....Someone loved me back.   

Henry looks down at his left hand to closely examine the ring on his finger. A goofy curly smile begins to form on his face. 

ANDREW. Henry? 

HENRY. What? Oh sorry I guess I spaced out a tic. Um, do you have anymore. Or maybe pictures?

ANDREW. No, sorry. They were very hesitant to give me any pictures. I can't blame them. Patients aren't supposed to have anything overstimulating.

Henry spaces out again. Andrew, doesn't say anything at first but he started to feel uncomfortable.

ANDREW. H-Henry?

HENRY. What? Oh sorry. I guess I've been thinking.

ANDREW. About what?

HENRY. I wondering what my life was like before I've forgotten. Do you know what she was like?

ANDREW. No, her sister did show me a picture of her. And a few drawings she did. Which I have to say are quite good.

HENRY. Yes, Lizzy would go on and on about Holly's work. We even hang up a few pictures.

ANDREW. Henry, did you just....Wait. Tell me, we're did you two live. 

HENRY. Oh a nice little brick apartment on 32 Main st. 

ANDREW (Trying to hold his smile.) How long did you two live together?

HENRY. oh for a...few...years. O my lord...

ANDREW. You're getting your memories back.

HENRY. I believe you right!

ANDREW. O this is fascinate. You're almost cured.

HENRY. I feel everything flooding back. How Lizzy and I spent are days. How were we married. How we meet. It kind of stings a little.   

ANDREW. Good. Very Good. Just keep going until you hit childhood. Then I'll get the superintendent and you'll be released in now time.

HENRY. But what if...

ANDREW. No "what if"

RING. RING. RING. RING......

ANDREW. Damn, and just when we were making progress. I'll be back Henry. But remember to keep remembering.

CUT-TO. DAYS LATER.

INT. HALLWAY. DAY.

ANDREW(V.O.) "Dear Dairy, yesterday Henry started to regain some of his memories, Soon he'll be able to live a proper life in society.  Maybe even makes some new friends along the way. Oh but how I do wish out it turned out that way. I really do."

INT. WARD 13. DAY.
A frozen Andrew stands midway at the door frame.

ANDREW(CONT'D. V.O.) "When I came in that day. He was worst then before. I try my best to get answers from him. But he seemed too frantic and breathy heavily. It all sounded like...madness."

Henry sits on his bed. His back against a wall full of scratches as he holds his knees close to his chest. Tears run down his face then to his bruised and bloody right hand covering his mouth.