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Sunday, 2 November 2014

Going Rouge- A Radio Script

Blogger's Note:
Well... This is unlike anything that I have ever posted on this blog but then again, my content is absolutely removed from logic at times but well, I break the rules as I go. Do you follow what I am trying to say? Wow, I'm lost about my own thoughts now. Jeez, what am I even writing. Okay let's focus and I'll give you a quick bit of background. So, my English Teacher was teaching us a new concept which was introduced in our portion (AS Level Portion is already so vast -_-) and that was writing for Radios, Plays, Documentaries and Voice Overs. It's a lot of fun writing because you have to get involved in every intricate details and your settings and directions are the backbone of your plot. Also I am not a professional script-writer. I just write. My teacher told us to write an opening for a radio drama so well I wrote. Anyway, she really liked this one (which you will read once you're done reading this) and I decided that I would publish this because this has to be the most fun piece I've ever had writing. Jeeeeez, I sound like I am already famous and someone is interviewing me. Ignore me, but do read this and I mean no disrespect to anyone. I love you world even though you're weird, slightly prejudiced and still renewing seasons for Keeping up with the Kardashians but but but you are quite nice too.
So long!
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CHARACTERS :( IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE)

DR. MISHRA- A THERAPISTS SPECIALISING IN PATIENTS WITH TERMINAL DISEASES (INDIAN).
FELICITY: A CRIMINAL (AFRICAN-AMERICAN)
DINAH: AN IMMIGRANT (LATINO)
KALLEN: A GRADUATE FROM YALE UNIVERSITY (JAPANESE)
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SCENE 1
LOW DRUM BETS AND STACCATO NOTES PLAYED ON A GUITAR. DRAMA FOR A NEW SOAP OPERA SHOW ON A POPULAR RADIO CHANNEL.

FELICITY: I am dying of disease, thank you very much. Cancer is going to eat up my uterus and later consume my soul for dessert. It is terminal, I will be a dead body lying in my fully-furnished Oakwood casket which will be bought by myself. I am 36 with no family left to survive me. I a dying. I don’t need therapy. I need a miracle, a cure for my cancer.
DR. MISHRA: (CONDESCENDING TONE) Now now FELICITY; must you always be so bitter about life? Yes, you’re young and I understand your anger but holding so much resentment in your heart, not healthy.
FELICITY: Cancer is not healthy, doctor.

SILENCE FOR APPROXIMATELY 2-3 SECONDS

CONT’D DR. MISHRA: How about you DINAH? Would you like to talk today? Anything that is on your mind?
DINAH:     You live. My lungs drown in water. You have a family. I have cancer. Want me to talk more shrink? I am 48 years old and on my own. Never married, never any money. All my partners left me and stole my happiness along the way. Don’t ask me what’s on my mind, doctor you know zilch!
DR. MISHRA: Ladies, please count to ten… (SOUND OF INHALING)… (SOUND OF EXHALING). Now, take a sip of water and swallow your anger, take another sip and swallow your pain, yes… now feel your heartbeat… good. That’s much better, do you feel better?
FELICITY AND DINAH: (IN A HONEYCOMB VOICE) yes, doctor.
FELICITY: KALLEN, do you have anything to say to this kind, honest and healthy- was talking about you paunch, doctor?
KALLEN:  (CLAPS HER HANDS IN A SARCASTIC MANNER) I was born to die doctor, but no worries. I’ll die happily because cancer the sweetest thing that the lord has bestowed upon me. (SARDONICALLY) Yay! Such a wonderful life!
DR. MISHRA: KALLEN, you must not be so unhappy. Live in the moments. The present can be made fruitful, you future is uncertain...
FELICITY: (ANGRILIY) and you are so optimistic about our present, that…
DINAH: (MOCKINGLY) that it’s suffocating and you are, by the grace of the lord healthy and with a family but…
KALLEN: (DRAMATICALLY) you won’t die for another twenty years. I am twenty-six, a graduate from Yale University and I will never be able to…
FELICITY:  (COLDLY) have a life, have a child, have a home! Or…
ALL THREE OF THEM TOGETHER: Catch a good night’s sleep!

PAUSE

DR. MISHRA:  We are done for the day ladies. I see you tomorrow at six o’clock in the evening. I have a meeting to attend, you may feel free to leave whenever you like… I wish you well.
 
DOOR CREAKS OPEN AND SHUTS QUICKLY BEHIND THE DOCTOR.

FELICITY:  Squid, he does not understand! To think that the man has done a PHD in Psychology.
KALLEN: (HUFFS ANGRILIY) The world is full of hypocrites.
DINAH:  (KISSES HER SMALL STATUE OF JESUS CHRIST) May the lord bless him never, my statue of Jesus may protect him never.
FELICITY: There really ain’t anything in this world that truly save us, for the world we are literally dying ducks who are swimming in the shallow waters of death. They can only watch from afar and sympathise, it’s not like they want to be in our shoes.

KALLEN: (CHUCKLES) Woman that was very intellectual for um… a woman of your caliber.
FELICITY: (ANGER RISING IN TONE) excuse me, what you just say?

KALLEN: You heard me, chocolate.
FELICITY: Aren’t all Asians supposed to be smart and not racist? (CRACKING KNUCKLES MENACINGLY)
KALLEN: Oh, I am all for breaking the stereotypes. Just like you.
DINAH: (GRUNTS) forget it FELICITY, don’t waste your breath over KALLEN. She’s always been like this. Pushing her weight around, lashing out her bitterness out on other people so that she can feel better about herself.
KALLEN: (CHILDISHLY) don’t you psycho-analyse me, Freud. You don’t know me better than Chapman.
DINAH: (SIGHS IMPATIENTLY) you know FELICITY, this Asian Kid and I have been visiting DR. MISHRA for 3 months now and you’ve really been through nothing. Two weeks don’t cut the amount of psycho-babble we had to go through. Help me god, cause I don’t know why we are forced to come here.
FELICITY:  The government is actually concerned about our mental stability in heath. Its election season, so I’m sure that a mentally deranged cancerous woman is the last thing the world needs.
KALLEN: The last thing the world needs is that Canadian half-man singer Beaver.
FELICITY: You mean B-
KALLEN: (INERJECTS) I do not seem to care anymore man. Even cancer has gotten mainstream. Hell, we have a popular romantic comedy movie which- guess what? Features two sickly cancer-stocked teenagers who fall in love and one dies. That stuff don’t happen. We die and love dies along with us.
DINAH: I agree with you kid. Here we are rotting in our own flesh and world outside doesn’t give foxes’ tails about us. Turn to God kid. My Jesus, My Saviour, all I give I give unto you.
KALLEN: (MOCKINGLY) Jesus has other work man. I’m not sure that he can hear you.  Even flashing the ‘Cancer Alert’ siren won’t help.
DINAH: (OFFENDED) Have a little faith kid. Believe in something.
KALLEN: The only thing I believe in is my death, which is inevitable. I am going to die and leave this Earth and no one will ever know that I ever walked this earth.
DINAH: Jesus-
FELICITY: (FORCEFUL TONE) Can wait for now DINAH. You’re right KALLEN, we are going to face oblivion but before we do, I at least feel that we should go out with a bang. Do all the things that (SLAMS THE TABLE) we have always wanted to do.
KALLEN: What are you implying?
DINAH: Like a bucket list?
FELICITY: No that’s the crux of every adventurous life-changing filled with juicy cancer bits movie. I’m thinking of the next level, something dangerous and thrilling.
KALLEN:  What is more dangerous than cancer? I’m living right off the edge as you can see. (MURMURS SARCASTICALLY) dying of disease.
FELICITY:  You don’t understand.
KALLEN:  Oh, I have an idea! Let’s rob a bank! How’s that for thrill?
FELICITY: Perfect!
KALLEN & DINAH: What?!
FELICITY: Think about it. I have connections, KALLEN you are the brains of the operations and DINAH… well you can be the ‘priest’ of the operations.
DINAH: Jesus Christ, you are crazy woman!
FELICITY: Think about it guys. We did what was expected of us. We played safe all these years and look where that got us. Let us rebel and alter our fate’s design to some degree.
KALLEN: Sure, I see the papers carrying the headlines already: THREE CANCER-STRICKEN WOMEN ROB A BANK. How deadly.
FELICITY: Think it through.
KALLEN: I’m leaving. DINAH let’s go before the cancer begins to eat away our logic too.
FELICITY: No, wait. (DOOR SHUTS BEHIND KALLEN AND DINAH)
 
END OF SCENE ONE