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PRESENT DAY 

RINGO THE RACOON IS IN FRONT OF THE HOTEL LOBBY DESK. HE IS SITTING ON A CHAIR. NO ONE IS NOTICING THE LACK OF ENERGY IN HIS EYES. HE IS EYEING THE POOL. THE CAMERA CUTS TO AN EXTREME CLOSE UP OF THE POOL. THE CAMERA CUTS BACK TO RINGO WHO HAS SMUGGLED A PILL CONTAINER AND A SMALL BOTTLE OF WHISKY. ROGER AND MEOW HAVE REQUESTED THAT HE TAKE SYD THE HORSE SWIMMING. SYD IS NOT SWIMMING. 

      RINGO 

SYD, PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW HOW TO SWIM.

SYD DOES NOT RESPOND TO THIS. RINGO SIGHS IN AGGRAVATION. THE RACOON BRINGS OUT A PILL BOTTLE. HE SCREWS THE CAP OPEN. HE PROCEEDS TO MANAGE TO GET OUT A COUPLE PILLS. A FEW PILLS LAND ON HIS PAW. A COUPLE MORE, AND HE SWALLOWS SOME MORE AS IF IT IS CANDY. AS SOON AS NO ONE IS LOOKING, HE BRINGS OUT THE SMALL BOTTLE OF WHISKY. 

   DAEMEN (OFF SCREEN)

GOAT BOY GAVE SPIDER-GIRL A DEATHLY GLARE AS HE GLARED AT HER. “SNAP MY NECK! DO IT!” 

RINGO CONTINUES TO STARE AT THE PILLS. 

RINGO CONTINUES TO LOOK AT THE PILLS. HE TAKES ANOTHER SWIG OF THE WHISKY. HE SWALLOWS THE PILLS. HE SWIGS, WHICH ADDS TO THE ALCOHOL INDUCED INSANITY. THE CAMERA TWILTS AND WARPS, SHOWING THAT HE IS STRUGGLING TO GET UP. HE WOBBLES A BIT BEFORE MANAGING TO GET HIMSELF STANDING. 

RINGO WALKS DOWN THE HALLWAY TO THE POOL AREA. THE CAMERA REMAINS TILTED INDICATING HE HAS A HARD TIME WALKING IN A STRAIGHT LINE. 

     RINGO 

     COME ON SYD. 

     DAEMEN

     ( OFFSCREEN)

 NO GOAT BOY! THE WEREDEMON CRIED OUT. THERE HAS TO BE ANOTHER WAY. 

SYD FOLLOWS THE RACOON OUTSIDE. 

RINGO THE RACOON WALKS DOWN THE HALLWAY, VERY NEARLY BUMPING INTO THE DOORS. THE RACOON VERY NEARLY MANAGES TO KEEP HIS COMPOSER. RINGO IS STILL EYEING THE POOL. HE ISN’T DRUNK, BUT HE HAS SOME TROUBLE WITH EYE HAND COORDINATION. 

RACOON IS SWAYING. 

    DAEMEN

    (OFF SCREEN)

i'm NOT A MONSTER! CRIED OUT NOT-BRIAN-MEOW.

THE RACOON IS STEADILY DRUNK. WE PAN TO THE POOL. PEOPLE ARE SWIMMING. A COUPLE OF PEOPLE ARE LAYING ON THE LAWN CHAIRS. \

    DAEMEN

    (OFF SCREEN)

    NOT-DAEMEN THOUGHT FOR A SECOND. IT MUST HAVE BEEN SOMETHING IN NOT-BRIAN-MEOWS CLAWS. 

WE CUT BACK TO THE RACOON SLUMPING INTO A LAWN CHAIR. THE CAMERA IS WARPED. THE LIGHTS BECOME VERY INTENSE INDICATING THAT THE RACOON IS EXPERIENCING A SENSITIVITY TO THE POOL. NO ONE BOTHERS TO CHECK UP ON THE RACOON. 

    DAEMEN

    NOT-BRIAN-MEOW HAVE YOU BEEN CLINICALLY DEPRESSED? 

RINGO THE RACOON IS LYING ON THE POOL CHAIR. 

     RINGO

MAYBE I SHOULD GO FOR A SWIM. 

RINGO TRIES TO PULL HIMSELF UP FROM THE LAWN CHAIR. THE CAMERA SPEEDS UP AS HE TRIES TO GET UP FROM THE POOL. THE BACKGROUND OF THE POOL BECOMES TO GET LOUDER AND LOUDER AS HE REACHES THE POOL, ALMOST BECOMING OVERWHELMING. WE HEAR THE WATER PUMPING, PEOPLE SCREAMING, AND LAUGHING, SPLASHING, ECT. 

   RINGO 

   (BARELY SLURRING)

   HERE’S THE DIVING BOARD. 

RINGO THE RACOON BEGINS TO CLIMB UP THE DIVING BOARD. WE SEE A CLOSE UP OF THE RACOONS PAWS AS HE CLIMBS UP EACH RUNG. HE HAS A LOOK OF PURE DETERMINATION AS HE GETS UP EACH RUNG. HE KEEPS CLIMBING. HIS MOVEMENTS SLOW DOWN AS HE GETS HIGHER AND HIGHER. 

RINGO THE RACOON DOES NOT STOP CLIMBING. 

RINGO THE RACOON FINDS HIMSELF AT THE TOP OF THE DIVING BOARD. NO ONE IS NOTICING HIM AT THE TOP. HE OBSERVES THE PEOPLE PLAYING, SPLASHING, AND LAUGHING IN THE POOL. RINGO SAYS NOTHING. 

WE FLASHBACK TO A TV SHOW. MY CRAZY EX WHO TURNED INTO A GIANT SPIDER. 

WOMAN ON TV

I CANNOT STOP TURNING INTO A GIANT SPIDER. 

THE WOMAN IS ON THE PLANE. SHE IS NOT SOBBING. SHE JUST LOOKS SAD. 

    WOMAN ON TV

  WHY DOES EVERYONE LEAVE ME IN MY LIFE? 

SHE OPENS UP THE PILL BOTTLE. SHE UNREALISTICALLY SWALLOWS MOST OF THE CONTENTS, LEAVING AN EMPTY BOTTLE. SHE GETS ON THE PLANE. SHE LOOKS COMICALLY SAD. IT IS A NARMISH MOMENT. 

    RINGO 

    IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE.

RINGO LOOKS AT THE PEOPLE. IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE AT ALL. 

 ON MY CRAZY EX WHO TURNED INTO A GIANT SPIDER…

    THE CRAZY EX.

THIS IS GOING TO SOUND CRAZY BUT I MADE A MISTAKE.

THE UNUSUALLY NICE FLIGHT ATTENDANT 

OK, SWEETHEART, WE HAVE A BOTTLE OF WINE. 

  THE GIANT SPIDER

   OK. 

THE WRITERS HAVE A POLITICAL AGENDA. IN A SAD MOMENT, THE SPIDER TAKES OUT HER ANTIDEPRESSANTS. THE MUSIC SWELLS DRAMATICALLY AS SHE PROCEEDS TO DOWN ANTIDEPRESSANTS. BEFORE SWALLOWING, SHE SEES A BUTTON CALLED HOPE. IT IS A MELODRAMATIC MOMENT. SHE PULLS THE BUTTON. MEOW SCOFF AS HE WATCHES THE SCENE. 

NEXT TIME ON MY CRAZY EX WHO TURNS INTO A SPIDER…

     GIANT SPIDER. 

     IT’S OK TO HATE MEN!

SYD BEGINS TO BREATHE SEVERELY IRRATICALLY. HE IS HAVING A MAJOR PANIC ATTACK. HE IS TOO CLOSE WITH PEOPLE FOR COMFORT. EVERYTHING IS TOO BRIGHT, TOO SMELLY, AND TOO LOUD. HE MAKES A GUTTERAL NOISE, AS HIS BREATHING GETS LOUDER AND LOUDER. A MAN LOOKS AT THE LANKY 20-YEAR-OLD SHOWING ERRATIC BEHAVIOR. HE LOOKS AT THE RACOON ON THE DIVING BOARD. 

    FATHER

    OY!

THE RACOON APPEARS SHOCKED AT THE SUDDEN ATTENTION HE IS GIVEN. HE FALLS INTO THE POOL. THERE IS A LOUD SPLASH. WE PAN OVER TO THE RACOON STRUGGLING TO SWIM. HE MANAGES TO CARRY HIMSELF TO THE FATHER. 

    RINGO

    YES?

THE FATHER IS POINTING AT THE HORSE MAKING A SCENE. 

    RINGO 

    EH?

THE FATHER BECKONS HIM TO COME CLOSER. 

    RINGO GULPS. 

    THE FATHER

    IS THIS YOUR SON?

    RINGO

    YEAH?

THE FATHER GIVES HIM A LOOK. 

    THE FATHER

    IS HE OK? 

RINGO THINKS FOR A MOMENT. WE CUT TO SYD SITTING ON THE LAWN CHAIR. HE IS STILL HAVING A MOMENT. HE may be EXPERIENCING SENSORY OVERLOAD. HE IS COVERED IN TOWELS. 

 MEOW IS LYING ON THE BED. 

     MEOW

     HOW BAD IS IT?

THE RACOON IS LYING ON THE FLOOR. 

     RACOON

     HOW IS IT?

MEOW IS LOOKING AT THE RACCOON. 

MEOW

i'm NOT TELLING YOU. 

HE ROLLS OVER ON THE BED. THE RACOON IS LOOKING AT HIM. HIS BLACK VEST IS ON THE CHAIR. THE RACOON IS ABOUT TO SPEAK BEFORE HE IS INTERRUPTED BY MEOW. 

     MEOW

     i'm FINE. 

     OFFSCREEN, MEOW WONDERS TO HIMSELF. 

     MEOW 

     HOW DO I TELL HIM HOW I FEEL?

THE STAGE BEGINS TO DARKEN AS MEOWS VOICE BEGINS TO BREAK AS HE PONDERS ABOUT HIS THOUGHTS. 

     MEOW

     ARE MY THOUGHTS FAKE?

A BEAT. 

     MEOW

     LOOK, I'm IRRITABLE. 

HE SHAKES HIS HEAD. THE SCREEN BECOMES A PINPOINT EMPHASIZING MEOW. NONE OF THE CHARACTERS ARE BECOMING NOTICEABLE. INSTEAD OF SOBBING LOUDLY, HE QUIETLY CRIES WHEN NO ONE NOTICES. 

     MEOW

     NO, IT’S JUST ME. 

     MEOW

     JUST MY THOUGHTS, AND MY THOUGHTS ALONE. 

SYD IS TOSSING AND TURNING. HE IS KICKING HIS SHEETS OFF THE BED. HE IS NOT SLEEPING WELL. 

     OFFSCREEN DAEMEN SPEAKS. 

DIANA, REALIZED IN HORROR. OH NO, SHE GASPED. I AM TURNING INTO A SPIDER. MEOW SPEAKS.

      MEOW

  WELL STOP THE TRANSFORMATION THEN!

      DIANA

      I CANNOT!

SYD FINDS HIMSELF ON A TELEVISION STATION. DIANA IS IN THE MIDDLE OF TURNING INTO A GIANT SPIDER. MEOW IS TRYING TO DISSUADE HER FROM TURNING. 

      DIANA

      LOOK, I CAN’T STOP THE TRANSFORMATION FROM OCCURING WHEN IT STARTS.

      MEOW

     (GROANING)

    WE HAVE 30 SECONDS!

A BLOND DRUMMER BEGINS TO PANIC. A FLAMBOYANT BASSIEST BEGINS TO SCOWL AS THE BLOUSE RIPS. 

     DRUMMER

    WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?

BASSIST QUIETLY SCOFFS. 

     BASSIST

     THAT WAS MY FAVORITE SHIRT. 

     DIANA

     GUYS, I 

HER VOICE BEGINS TO CUT OFF AS SHE BEGINS TO SCREECH. 

DAEMEN IS WITH ROGER GILMOUR. ROGER IS IN FUNERAL CLOTHES. HE IS STANDING IN A BLACK TUX. HE IS GETTING READY FOR A FUNERAL. UPSTAIRS, HIS FAMILY MEMBERS ARE TALKING AMONGST THEMSELVES. DAEMEN SHOWS UP RIGHT BEHIND HIM. ROGER IS STRUGGLING TO PULL HIMSELF TOGETHER. HE IS TRYING NOT TO SHOW His EMOTIONS. 

     DAEMEN

   ROGER, I'm IN A LOT OF PAIN. 

     ROGER 

     NOT NOW. 

HE readjusts HIS TIE. HE LOOKS AT HIS REFLECTION, SOMEWHAT SATISFIED. ROGER GIVES A SMALL SMILE, ALMOST FORCIBLE. 

     DAEMEN

     ROGER, PLEASE, I COULD-

IN AN UNCHARACTERISTIC MOMENT, ROGER SHOUTS. 

      ROGER 

      ENOUGH!

      DAEMEN

    I'm GOING TO GO AWAY NOW. 

      ROGER GILMOUR

      GOOD!

DAEMEN WALKS OFF STAGE. ROGER CONTINUES TO MUTTER TO HIMSELF TYING UP HIS TIE. 

      ROGER

UNBELIEVABLE. ALWAYS WANTS ATTENTION FOR HERSELF. 

ROGER GILMOUR LOOKS AT THE MIRROR. HE MUTTERS, ABOUT HOW MUCH HE RESEMBLES HIS FATHER. HIS EVER PRESENT SCOWL BIGGINS TO DEEPEN. HIS FATHER HAS BEEN DEAD EVER SINCE HE WAS A SMALL CHILD. HIS MOTHER COMES DOWN THE STAIRS. 

     ROGER’S MOTHER

     HOW ARE YOU DOING?

ROGER GILMOUR BRIEFLY STRUGGLES WITH THE TIE. 

     ROGER’S MOTHER

     (READJUSTING THE TIE)

 SHAME YOUR FATHER WAS EATEN BY THOSE SPIDERS. 

     ROGER GILMOUR

 SHAME ABOUT HIM BEING SHOT DOWN BY THOSE BLOODY SPIDERS. 

    ROGER GILMOUR’S MOTHER

    IT WAS A LONG WORLD WAR. 

A BEAT. 

    ROGER GILMOUR’S MOTHER

   YOUR UNCLE CHESTER IS UPSTAIRS. DON’T MENTION THAT HE USED TO OWN A SPEAKEASY. HE’S A GOOD CATHOLIC MAN. 

THIS IS A CALLBACK TO DAEMEN’S BIAS AGAINST THE CATHOLIC COMMUNITY. ROGER GILMOUR GREAT UNCLE CHESTER USED TO OWN A SPEAKEASY IN HIS DAY. IN A MOVE OF REDEMPTION, HE HAS SINCE SOBERED UP, AND BECOME A CATHOLIC MINISTER. HE HAS BROKEN HIS FOOT AND HAS TO USE A CANE. ALL FAMILY MEMBERS NOW AGREE THAT A NOW SOBER UNCLE CHESTER HAS SINCE IMPROVED ON HIS LIFE, AND NOW HAS THREE KIDS. 

    ROGER GILMOUR

     I PROMISE I WON’T. 

AT THE FUNERAL. ROGER IS SITTING IN ON THE SOFA. 

     DAEMEN

   I REMEMBER WHEN MY GRANDFATHER DIED. 

SHE SMILES A BIT. 

     DAEMEN

    I WAS IN THE EIGHTH GRADE. I REMEMBER CRYING SO HARD, I GOT PULLED OUT OF THE CLASSROOM. THE ENTIRE DAY, I WEPT FOR MY GRANDFATHER. IT WAS TRAUMATIC BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONLY FIGURE IN MY LIFE. 

ROGER SPEAKS. 

    ROGER GILMOUR

  I WAS TWELVE WHEN MY GRANDFATHER DIED. 

A BEAT. 

    ROGER GILMOUR

  I DON’T REMEMBER REACTING AT ALL. I JUST REMEMBER LOOKING AT THE WAKE AND THINKING TO MYSELF, HE’S DEAD, HE’S DEAD, AND HE’S NOT COMING BACK. I TOLD MYSELF TO KEEP A STIFF UPPER LIP. I COULDN’T SHOW ANY EMOTIONS BECAUSE THAT TO ME, IS A SIGN OF WEAKNESS. 

WE SEE A YOUNG ROGER GILMOUR RUFFLING THROUGH A DESK. A PAPER READING, WE MUST REGRETFULLY REPORT THAT ROGER GILMOUR SR HAD BEEN SHOT DOWN IN HIS PLANE. ATTEMPTS TO RETRIEVE HIS BODY WERE IN VAIN. WE BELIEVE THAT HIS BODY WAS SUCKED DRY OF FLUIDS, AND HIS BODY IRRETRIEVABLE. THERE IS A STAMP TO MAKE YOURSELF FEEL LIKE YOUR HUSBAND ACHIEVED SOMETHING IN LIFE.

    ROGER GILMOUR 

     ….

DAEMEN IS STANDING OVER HIM. 

     ROGER

    ( SHAKES HIS HEAD)

   NO. DON’T THINK ABOUT HER. 

DAEMEN HAS DISAPPEARED. 

    ROGER GILMOUR

    ( TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

     SHE’S GONE. 

HE BEGINS TO PICK UP A COOKIE. 

SYD IS WATCHING AS DIANA TRANSFORMS INTO A GIANT SPIDER. 

     THE BASSIEST

     ( GAYLY WITH A LISP)

   WELL MY DEARS, WE MUST GO ON!

IN AN VERY SUGGESTIVE MOVE, HE PUTS A HANDS-ON HIS HIP AND SASHAYS TO THE CENTER STAGE. DIANA GROANS. SHE PUTS ON THE GUITAR AND BEGINS TO PERFECTLY STRUM HER GUITAR. THIS IS UNREALISTIC, ACCORDING TO SYD. HE BEGINS TO COLLAPSE ONTO THE FLOOR. ALL OF HIS SENSORY OR FACTS BEGIN TO GO OFF. 

THE BAND BEGINS TO PERFORM. IT IS UNREALISTICALLY PERFECT SOUNDING. IT IS AS IF DAEMEN HAS NO IDEA HOW TO WRITE A BAND. OF COURSE, THE AUDIENCE LOVES THEM. THE STUDIO AUDIENCE BEGINS TO STAMP DOWN AND CLAP THEIR HANDS. THERE are WHISTLING AND CLAPPING. IN A MOVE OF SOCIAL JUSTICE, EVERYONE IS HAVING A GOOD TIME SINGING AND CLAPPING. THERE IS A FEELING OF GENERAL OPPRESSION THAT IS EVAPORATED BY PROGRESSIVE THOUGHTS, AND ACCEPTANCE FOR ALL. Except for THE POLICE. AND CATHOLICS. AND GENERALLY, ANYONE WHO DOESN’T AGREE WITH THE LEFTIST AGENDA, THAT THE AUTHOR IS TRYING TO SPREAD. THE BIG BAD COP, WALKS OFF, CURSING THE LIBERAL MINDED BAND THAT IS NOT A DIRECT COPY OF A HARD ROCK BAND WHO PRODUCED WE WILL THROW ROCKS AT YOU. 

A YOUNGER VERSION OF ROGER GILMOUR IS SHAKING SYD AWAKE. 

    ROGER GILMOUR

    SYD!

HE LOOKS PETRIFIED. SYD MUTTERS WHAT TIME IS IT, UNDER HIS BREATH. HIS WORDS ARE A BIT SLURRED BUT CLEAR AS HE FINDS THAT HE AND HIS BAND is UP NEXT. 

    SYD

    OH BOLLOCKS. 

THE YOUNG HORSE GETS UP FROM HIS POSITION. HE PUTS HIS GUITAR ON HIS BACK. INSTEAD OF THE DREAMY COLOR 1970S TV SHOW AURA, THE BACKGROUND IS NOW BLACK AND WHITE. THE BAND THAT PERFORMED EARLIER IS SITTING IN THE AUDIENCE STANDS. THERE IS A CAMERAMAN THAT SLOWLY BEGINS TO COUNT DOWN TO THE NUMBER ONE. HE GRINS AS HE POINTS AT THE BAND, INDICATING THAT IT IS HIS TURN TO PERFORM. 

      THE TV ANNOUNCER

AND NOW THE INFLATED PONIES HIT, DISJOINTED FRAGMENTS. 

SYD THINKS TO HIMSELF, UH OH. 

     SYD

     (SIGNING)

     FRAGMENTED THOUGHTS

     THE BAND

     (SIGNING)

     UNICORN HORN

BY THE FIRST CHORUS, SYD IS DOING FINE. HOWEVER, BY THE SECOND CHORUS, HE IS DOING LESS THEN SPECTACULARLY. BY THE NEXT CHORUS, HIS LIPS BEGIN TO MOVE LESS AND LESS. HE TRIES IN VAIN TO LIFT HIS LIPS, BUT HE NO LONGER HAS THE ENERGY TO MOVE THEM. TO HIS HORROR, HIS LIPS ARE SEWN SHUT. HE CANNOT SCREAM, OR SING FOR THAT MATTER. HIS LIPS REMAIN PURSED IN A MILD SCOWL AS HE GLARES AT THE AUDIENCE. IN THE PREVIOUS SONG, I LOVE ACID, HE IS ENERGETIC.

FORTY MINUTES EARLIER

SYD IS SINGING I LOVE ACID WITH JUSTO. THE SONG IS ENERGETIC. HE CANNOT STOP BOUNCING AROUND. IT IS A GOOD MOMENT FOR THE BAND.

NOW. SYD APPEARS DEAD INSIDE. THE CAMERA PANS REVEALING THAT HE HAS INDEED STOPPED SINGING. HE GIVES A DEATH GLARE TO THE CAMERA. THE REST OF THE BAND MEMBERS HAVE NOTICED THAT HE HAS STARTED TO BEHAVE ERRATICALLY ON THE TELEVISION. THE YOUNG ROGER GILMOUR STARTS TO FOCUS ON THE BASS. THE KEYBOARD PLAYER HAS BEGUN TO SMILE AS IF TO INDICATE THERE IS NOTHING WRONG. MOST OF THE BAND MEMBERS ARE THINKING TO THEMSELVES, THIS IS BAD. 

SYD EXITS HIS OWN BODY. HE BEGINS TO PLAY WITH THE GRASS THAT HAS SHOWN UP ON THE SCREEN. AFTER PLAYING WITH THE GRASS, THE PROCEEDS TO LICK THE STAGE. HE STRIPS OF HIS PANTS PANTING. 

SYD THINKS IT IS HOT. HE BEGINS TO REMOVE HIS SHIRT. THE SCREEN BECOMES VERY DISINEROTINED, WITH SYD GURATTING AGAINST THE BRICK WALL. HE BEGINS TO GRATE EVEN FURTHER. HE GIVES A PLEASURABLE MOAN AS THE ACID TRIP BEGINS TO CLIMAX. 

THE TRIP FEELS PLEASURABLE. HE STANDS AT THE CENTER STAGE, NUDE. HIS BODY IS SCRAWNY, BUT IT IS SOON REVEALED THAT THE SPOTLIGHT IS ON HIM. HIS BODY IS FOR ALL TO SEE. 

SYD WAKES UP FROM HIS NIGHTMARE.

ROGER GILMOUR STANDS ON THE STAGE, NUDE. IN HIS NIGHTMARE, HE FINDS THAT HE IS CONSTANTLY REPEATING THE SAME DAY IN HIS HEAD. 

     DAEMEN

     LET GO OF THE PAST. 

     ROGER GILMOUR

     ……

A BEAT. 

     ROGER GILMOUR

     YOU WANT TO TELL ME THAT?

A BEAT. 

   THE CAMERA PANS AT ROGER GILMOUR INCREASINGLY DEEPING FROWN. 

DAEMEN

IT ISN’T TOO LATE. 

ANOTHER BEAT. 

     ROGER GILMOUR

     REALLY. 

DAEMEN NODS ENTHUSIASTICALLY. 

     ROGER GILMOUR

   ( BEGINNING TO SCOWL A BIT)

     STAY PRESENT? 

DAEMEN BEGINS TO SPEAK. 

     DAEMEN

HAS IT OCCURRED TO YOU THAT YOU CAN CHANGE FOR THE BETTER? 

ROGER KEEPS SCOWLING. DAEMEN CONTINUES TO SPEAK. 

     DAEMEN

 MOSTLY EVERYONE CAN CHANGE, ROGER GILMOUR. 

DAEMEN

EVERYONE IS ON A JOURNEY. I'm ON A JOURNEY TO BECOME A BETTER PERSON. I'm GOING TO BECOME A BETTER PERSON. 

THE STAGE BEGINS TO DIM. 

    DAEMEN

    (SOFTLY)

    REMEMBER THAT TEACHER WHO BEAT YOU AS A CHILD? HE IS BECOMING A BETTER PERSON. 

THE STAGE HAS BECOME VERY DIM. 

    DAEMEN

    GIVE SOME OF US A CHANCE. 

ROGER MOUTHS THE WORD “NO.” 

    DAEMEN

    WE DIDN’T MEAN TO HURT YOU, ROGER. WE’RE VERY SORRY. 

    DAEMEN

    THAT TEACHER IS VERY SORRY FOR CANING YOU AS A CHILD. 

DAEMEN CONTINUES. 

   DAMEN

   YOUR THREE EX-WIVES ALL WENT ON A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY. 

THERE IS AN IMAGE OF THREE WOMEN, ROGER HAS PRESUMABLY SLEPT WITH. THERE ARE GLOWING HALOS, SHOWING HOW DEVELOPED THEY HAVE BECOME. 

   DAEMEN

   WE’RE IN A LOT OF PAIN. BUT NOW I’VE LEARNED TO BECOME A MUCH BETTER PERSON. 

ROGER GIVES A SNEER.

   ROGER GILMOUR

   I'm AN ATHIEST. 

DAEMEN GIVES HIM “I AM HOLIER THEN YOU” LOOK. ROGER SNEERS AT HER. 

 ROGER WAKES UP, SWEATING. HE IS GASPING FOR AIR. HE GRINS AS THOUGH HE HAS PASSED DAEMONS TEST. BEFORE HE CAN PUMP HIS FIST, HE HAS REALISED HE HAS URINATED THE BED. ROGER SLUMPS ON HIS BED. 

   BRIAN MEOW

    UH….

DAEMEN

(POUTING LIKE A SMALL CHILD)

WHY WON’T YOU PAY ATTENTION TO ME?

BRIAN MEOW STRUGGLES TO BREATHE.

   DAEMEN

   PAY ATTENTION TO ME! NOW!

BRIAN MEOW DOES NOT RESPOND TO THIS. 

DAEMEN

ARGH!

SHE WALKS OFF STAGE. SHE COMES BACK THROWING CLOTHES AT HIM. 

BRIAN MEOW WAKES UP.