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INT. MENTAL INSTITUTION- JIMMY'S BEDROOM-NIGHT


JIMMY, seventeen years old, scrawny and pale, sits in his dark room. He scratches at his glasses which have tape holding them together on the side. He writes vigorously in his notebook with a dull pencil.


JIMMY, V.O

I count the days until I breathe the fresh air of freedom. I count the seconds until the doctors tell me I'm cured...


He is interrupted by screaming in the hallways. A patient has left his room and the orderlies are trying to get him back. It quiets...


Jimmy goes back to his writing..


JIMMY, V.O

It smells like antiseptic and true lunatics in this place, and I fear I will beco--


The screaming starts up again, this time closer to his room.


PATIENT

You can't contain me! Fools! Fools!


ORDERLY

Beckett! I'm not kidding, get back here!


This time Beckett, the patient, is outside of Jimmy's room. Jimmy sees him through the window. Jimmy watches intently, he has never seen anyone give the orderlies this hard of time before. It scares him.


BECKETT

You will never lock me up again! I am UNCONTAINABLE! Don't you see?!


Two orderlies charge BECKETT in the hallway. Jimmy watches.


BECKETT

Get your hands off of me! No!


They shove him against Jimmy's door and Beckett's face hits Jimmy's small window. The two of them make eye contact. Jimmy is frozen in contact with Beckett.


ORDERLY

That's it, you're going straight back to solitary.


Beckett smiles right at Jimmy. He calms.


BECKETT

Okay. Okay. I'm sorry, guys. You're right. I lost my head. I'm done.


The orderlies take him back to his room.


Jimmy sits there, frozen in his bed.


Flashback: Int. Jimmy's house, a few...

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