Human Instincts Teaser

EXT. STREET - DAY Chicago, typical week day. People bustle back and forth, littering the sidewalk and street with their bodies. CALLUM pushes open the door to the street, exiting a non-descript sandy building. He wears a backpack and dark hoodie, his trademark. He steps out onto the sidewalk, sticking closest to the side opposite the street. He silently watches the pedestrians as he walks. CALLUM POV: A man slowed by the crowds in front of him steps off the sidewalk, jumping quickly into the street to pass two people slowing him down. CALLUM (VO) Dress shoes stiff sole blisters slow reaction time. Bad. Callum continues to walk. He stops at an intersection. The DON’T WALK sign flashes. CALLUM POV: People run across the street, trying to beat the light. The sign stops blinking, catching some pedestrians in the middle of the crossing. They pick up the pace. Cars begin to speed across the intersection. They whiz past the runners. CALLUM (VO) Zero to sixty in ten eleven steps one lane middle intersection raised accident risk. Bad. Callum waits. The cars slow to a trickle, then to almost none. The walk sign still blares a solid orange, but Callum steps into the intersection. A man does the same on the other side. CALLUM POV: The man passes Callum. We follow him as he switches places with Callum. CALLUM (VO) Cars two hundred plus feet off fifteen miles over limit twenty second reaction window safe odds. Good. He crosses to the other side and moves past some shops. Lunch is in full swing. CALLUM POV: He looks into a window. People sit, eating burgers and fries. CALLUM (VO) Burger fries 800 calories combo drink plus 250 arterial hardening from age possibly 40 years unwholesome breakfast try cereal. Bad. EXT. TRAIN PLATFORM - LATER Callum stands on the platform, well away from the tracks and other people. A train pulls up, he gets on. INT. CALLUM’S APARTMENT - SAME Keys jangle, a lock clicks. The door opens and Callum stands in the hall. He removes his shoes carefully and steps over the landing. A pristine little box. Cramped, but everything in its place. Clean and clear walkways, everything spick and span. Callum double locks his door and places his shoes in the corner. He lays the laces inside the holes and drops his backpack next to his shoes. He reaches for a cleaner looking pair of high top sneakers sitting on the opposite side of the hall, and puts them on. CALLUM (VO) Mud tracking bacterium spread minuscule millions per cubic centimeter keep clean pair cheaper than lysol. Good. INT. CALLUM’S APARTMENT - BATHROOM - SAME The water runs in the sink. All the while, Callum soaps his hands profusely, finger by finger. He then checks his watch. CALLUM (VO) Happy birthday song ABCs together double time double clean A is for ant arctic antarctic stopwatch time. Good. Again. He proceeds to rinse, and rinse, and rinse. INT. CALLUM’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - LATER Callum takes a pair of rubber gloves neatly folded over the oven door. He puts them on and fastens a rubber band around each sleeve. He pours oil into a pan and cracks an egg. It sizzles and the oil begins to spit onto his gloves. CALLUM (VO) Damaged skin cancer causeing sun use sunblock harmful rays grease drops like little suns use gloves. Good. INT. CALLUM’S APARTMENT - DINING ROOM - LATER Callum sits at a small table, a steaming plate of sunnyside eggs in front of him. He sits for a time, staring at it. He holds his hand out over the plate. The steam rises up to meet his palm. He suddenly sticks his finger into the egg and waits. CALLUM (VO) Slight burn acceptable norms prickles like cactus inner temperature taste hospitable germs inhospitable. Good. He pulls it out and begins to eat. INT. CALLUM’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - LATER Callum washes the pan and plate. He scrubs profusely back and forth. INT. CALLUM’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - LATER Callum sits on the couch. The news plays on the TV inaudibly. It flashes grisly images at him. He watches passively. Time passes. Callum picks a letter up off his coffe table. It is thick, packed to bursting with papers. He closes it and writes TO THE POLICE on the front. He positions it carefully, symmetrically on the table and then turns the TV off. INT. CALLUM’S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NIGHT Moonlit darkness. Callum sits on the edge of his bed in the same clothes he’s worn all day. He stares straight ahead. A clock sits in the corner. It reads 8:59. It clicks quietly to 9:00. He lays down and pulls the covers up. CALLUM (VO) Nine for nine hours sleep good alertness no dark bags eyes look serious they know I’m not joking the meaning isn’t lost the message is received the experiment- He takes a deep breath. The stream of words stills. CALLUM Good. Tomorrow is a big day. CUT TO BLACK. END.

7 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All