Varden idea screenplay 2

Episode 1 Varden-

DEAD GUY IN A VAULT!!!!!!
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S" I called you here because one of you is a murderer. But which one. Lets get started."

S"Mr Colder suspected his wife of having an affair with Mr Evard. Good guess by the way. Mr Colder you are a murder. I said a murderer not THEE murderer. You killed your wife just before coming here. Look at you, your hair is wrong. Traces of dirt on your pants. Nervous hand twitch. Classic tells. Couldn't risk the divorce. Losing all your money. Mr Evard killed your wives friend Betty. Because she knew about the affair and was going to tell you. Fearing you would act out in some dramatic way. Which you did. She called her friend Victoria who told me."

S" BORING! Be more creative next time! Think outside the proverbial murder box."

B"Your both under arrest for the murder of Betty Arnold and Temperance Colder."

Later-

B"I have a phone. I also have an email. You can just do that. You don't have to set up an elaborate trap and everything."

S"I lost my phone when I threw it in the river. Remember?"

B"You are so insensitive."

Sophia twitches weird and stops.Starts itching her arms.

B"Do you ever think about going to a psychiatrist? The department has a good one?"

S"I hate psychiatrists. I hate Freud and that other guy. I hate the leather couches and I hate when they ask what do you think your dream means. They piss me off."

Sophias cough gets worse and starts walking slow and limping. And scratching her arms.

B"Are you ok?"

S"I need to sit down."

Sophia and Bowen sit on a bench. Sophia puts her head between her knees. And stratching her arms.

B"The department hired a student named Amelia Debord. Shes pretty young but she made that new kid cry. You already have something in common."

S"Is she old?"

B"No. Shes young. Just out of school and ready to learn.

Sophia starts coughing a lot.

B"I'm not gonna help you forever. You need her. Here have her card."

Bowen walks away.

Chapter 2, Bitches-

Sophia ran faster than she ever ran before. A mob of angry Russian mobsters chasing her down the NYC street. Shouting words that belonged in a Monty Python sketch.
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Amelia-

This was the building. The NYC police department headquarters. A tall grey building with huge windows overlooking the city.

What a beautiful place for criminals.

Detective Bowen had asked her to meet at her office. Bowen had some patient she wanted Amelia to meet.

She entered the building. There was a horrible smell, like sulfur, that filled the building. The inside was greyer than the outside.

Amelia walked up to Bowens office. Inside the office was Bowen and a poorly dressed blind woman. Whose brown hair was completely splattered in mud and whose clothes were full of holes. She appeared to be asleep, or dead. She defiantly looked it. Her skin was pale and her eyes were hidden by a pair of huge sunglasses.

B"Ms Debord this is Sopiha Varden, shes the woman I wanted you to meet."

B"Varden wake up!"
Kicks Sophia-

S"WHAT THE FUCK!"

S"I just had a dream an angry panda was chasing me across the bottom of the ocean. What does that mean DR DEBORD?!"

A"Call me Amy please."

S"Oh browny gave me tude!"

A"My hair is blonde."

S"That's your opinion."

S"What exactly do you do AMY?!" Her voice was heavy with sarcasm.

A"That's a very good question-"

S"Yes I thought it was." Pretentious as all hell.

A"-I am a live in psychiatrist." Oh shit just got real. Sophias mouth hung open in surprise and disbelief. Could such a thing exist?

A"I'm the only one in the world, probably? Its very simple. I live in your house and make sure you do everything your supposed to. Like a mom. I make sure you take your medication. Exercise. Eat-"

S"OH THANK GOD! Finally someone to change my diapers! I don't need this Bowen. I'll be going."

B"If you go I'll arrest you."

S"ON WHAT CHARGE?!"

B"Leaving during a conversation. Sit down!"

A"We'd sit down and have regular sessions. We would discuss everything. I'd be like a human diary for you."

S"Oh really? How much would it cost?"
B"The department would pay. You are a valuable asset, and we would like you to continue working for us, but for that to happen you need to straighten out."

S"So your like a human dog trainer? Do you give me treats if I behave?"

A"Even better. If you recover I leave." Best. Offer. Ever
S"Alright. I play nice and you go."

A"Tomorrow at your apartment. 2 P.M. sharp"

Chapter 3-First session
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A"Today I'm going to help you overcome your addiction."

A"Let me explain. You don't leave this room until you tell me one person thing about yourself."

S"Fine. I was once a small black child."

A"No."

S"In a galaxy far far away."

A"Keep going."

S"I am the last Time lord."

A"This is just ridiculous. I'll tell you one thing about me if you tell me one about you."

S"I don't need you to tell me I can guess."

A"Alright then guess."

Sophia took of her glasses. Her eyes were stone grey. They were beautiful and yet very erie. Her eyes looked like statues. Frozen in time forever. They were almost to old to be hers."

S"You're the middle of three children. You have a doctor father and a lawyer mother. You grew up in New England. You never wanted to be a psychiatrist. you became one because the thought of being a doctor made you sick and being lawyer made you feel terrible. You always try and look professional even though you would rather wear sandals and shorts. You never wear any makeup around your patients because you think it makes them feel self conscious. And your boyfriend left you for your brother."

A"That. Is. True. How did you know that?"

S"Simple the middle child always looks for success. This office has books about women's law and medical journals. You walk with a New England pigeon-towed stance. You didn't become a doctor or lawyer was obvious. You have more psychiatry books than doctor or lawyer books. You keep them on the top shelf, so you never take them down much. There only up there to make your parents happy. Your desk is unorganized and no psychiatrist would wear makeup with there patients. As for your brother. Hes scratched out on the family photo on your desk. So's your boyfriend. They're hugging in the picture. So Gay!"

A"I'm not gonna lie that's creepy! You cant have possibly know that unless you googled me."

S"I think a more interesting use of your time would be to talk about why you became a psychiatrist in the first place? I mean why would you volunteer to help sick people unless you were a little sick yourself."

A"Lets change the subject. Do you want to talk about your heroin problem?"

S"Fuck off! What if I told you I thought psychitry was just sudo-gungohoe bullcrap and the only reason you do it is because you needed a job and your parents aproval. You needed your mommy to love you but she couldnt because she was sleeping with every guy on the block!"

A"You know what I think? I think you use your pain as a weapon. You see someone who is happy and you cant stand it because you want them to be like you. You want them to be sad or alone. And you don't care if they were happy. That doesn't matter all that matters all that you feel better than them."

Just then Sophia collapsed like ton of brick on to the ground. I thought she was faking. Making a pitiful bid for attention. Her leg started kicking and I thought she could be having a seizure.

At that moment I realized she did need someone.

She wouldn't last a week without me.

A"That's it I'm moving in with you and I'm gonna get you to quit drugs."


Episode 2 Varden-

A-"This is your last one. Make it count."

A syringe sat between us. The last one she would ever have. She didn't need it anymore. She had friends. One of the things I hate about being a psychiatrist is seeing the look on the patients face. The look that knows that in a couple hours, they'll be in hell. A hell they created. Sophia's hell started now.

S"Imagine you ate a box on M&M's every day for 50 years. It's the only thing you every eat. Your body is used to it. You've never missed you do it every day. Then one day they stop making M&M's. You have to eat something else. Your body is not used to that. Your body wants M&M's and your body will reject whatever else you try to feed it. Until its all out of your system. M&M's are like heroin."

A"Thats the worst euphemism ever."

Sophia stuck the needle in her arm. Her whole arm was littered with needle marks. They looked like tiny freckles. Bowen and me had made an agreement. We would watch her for five hours each. It was my turn starting now.
She stared at the ceiling. Rubbing her eyes and muttering some swear words I probably shouldn't write. Sophia fell back onto her couch.

S"Have you ever noticed that rhinos look like fat unicorns?"