FADE IN:

INT. PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL – RECREATION ROOM – DAY

BREE CAIN, early 30’s, sits at a checkers table playing against an empty seat. Her hair is in bad need of a “What Not To Wear” makeover. Her hospital gown drapes off one shoulder exposing her collarbone and has a permanently stained and faded. Her nails are bitten down a little too far but despite all this, she’s still attractive.

In the background an elderly man runs past her with both hands on a walker, with only the wheels touching the ground, clearly not needing it.

Orderlies and gaurds attend the patients, trying to get them to stop or start doing someting they have no interest in.

A HAND reaches from behind Bree and moves one of her checker pieces, jumping three black checkers -

MAN’S VOICE (O.S.)

King me.

The Man, DET. GERRITSEN, early 40’s, sits in the empty seat.

Bree looks up at him, then back at the board. She kings him.

DET. GERRITSEN

It’s nice to see you’ve assimilated yourself to the craziness of this.

BREE

It’s contagious, I think you should leave before you catch it.

DET. GERRITSEN

You don’t have to be here, you know.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a photograph placing it on the checker board, disrupting the game.

DET. GERRITSEN (CONT’D)

Now, let’s stop with the fake psycho racket. You’re only here for protection, you don’t have to act as if. Tell me everything you know about this photograph so I can move on with my case and you can return to your normal life.

Bree picks up the photograph, stares.

Det. Gerritsen reached across the table and grabs the photograph out of her hand, slamming it back down on the table. Checkers fly everywhere.

DET. GERRITSEN (CONT’D)

You’ve seen it enough times, you know what it is, now tell me!

Heads turn looking at the commotion, two guards step closer heading towards their direction but stop before reaching.

All the patients in the room erupt in laughter/yells. The orderlies and guards try to calm the room.

BREE

You know what I miss the most?

DET. GERRITSEN

I don’t give a shit. Tell me what the photo means.

BREE

The normal things. Like eating with a sterling silver fork and not the plastic shit they give you here. a shape knife, my own clothes...

DET. GERRITSEN

You can have all that, just cooperate. You being in this nut factory does nothing for either of us. I hate coming here as much as you hate being here.

BREE

I don’t mind it, it’s better than the alternative.

DET. GERRITSEN

How could you not? I think we’ve done a great job of protecting you up until this point. Why don’t you trust me?

BREE

It’s not that I don’t trust you. I have a huge case of Ballistophobia which doesn’t help my Necrophobia.

Det. Gerritsen blanks. Clueless.

BREE (CONT’D)

My fear of bullets and death. Look officer...

DET. GERRITSEN

Detective.

BREE

...I’m not going to tell you while I know the man who gave you that is alive. I’d rather stay here.

DET. GERRITSEN

Fine.

Det. Gerritsen stands up

DET. GERRITSEN (CONT’D)

Guards!

Three guards run over, grab Bree from her chair and slam her on the ground.

DET. GERRITSEN (CONT’D)

You want to stay here? Then you will get treated like the kooks.

One of the guards pulls a needle out, while the other two try to hold Bree still. She struggle as much as she can, but it’s hopeless.

BREE

What the hell are you doing? What is that?

The guard sticks the needle in her hard as she violently tries to stop them.

Her movement starts to slow. She losing what little power she has until she’s still and we

FADE TO BLACK.