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"Better Left Unsaid"
Story and Screenplay by
Original Music by
Working Title by
Scenes 64, 65
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INT. STOKERS' UPSTAIRS - CONTINUOUS
Charlie, standing at the bathroom sink, suddenly a loud
pounding on the door, Charlie's caught by surprise, taking
his pills.
CHARLIE
(Miffed)
Just a minute!
Stuffs the pill bottle into back pocket, exits bathroom,
second loud pounding on door, pisses him off.
CHARLIE
For fuck sakes! Hold on!
Charlie opens the door, Boston pushes his way past, stands
threateningly in middle of the room, Boston's enraged.
BOSTON
You fuckin' lied!
Charlie's concerned, confused, in pain.
CHARLIE
About what?
Charlie's hand still on open door.
BOSTON
You're gay!
Charlie takes deep breath, slowly shuts the door.
CHARLIE
Yes. But I never lied.
BOSTON
Bullshit!
Boston throws backpack to the floor!
BOSTON
You've been fucking with my head.
CHARLIE
No! I haven't!
Boston begins sobbing.
BOSTON
I believed in you. I trusted you.
He taps his finger on Charlie's chest.
BOSTON (CONT'D)
But you had it all figured out, right
from the start, didn't you!
Charlie shakes his head no, before he can speak.
BOSTON (CONT'D)
I'm broken! Right?! An easy mark.
Just get your hooks into me, then...
CHARLIE
Don't do this!
Boston becomes aggressive.
BOSTON
Why not Charlie? All the fun gone
now? Hey, you want me? Here! You can
have me.
Boston walks towards him, undoing his belt, Charlie backed up
to door.
CHARLIE
Stop it!
BOSTON
Why?! It's your big chance old man!
Go for it!
Boston lunges forward, grabs Charlie's forcefully kissing him
on lips. Charlie pushes back, breaks free.
CHARLIE
Enough!
Boston steps back, Charlie is overwhelmed.
CHARLIE
You've got it all wrong!
BOSTON
No way! You had tons of chances to
tell me.
CHARLIE
Yes, but...
BOSTON
But you just kept lying!
Boston thrashes back and forth.
BOSTON (CONT'D)
Telling me anything I wanted to hear,
anything to get closer to me!
Boston breaks emotionally.
BOSTON (CONT'D)
And you know what Charlie?
(Sobbing)
It worked.
Charlie shakes his head no, confused, can't fathom what's
happening.
CHARLIE
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Charlie reaches out to embrace him.
BOSTON
No! You had your chance.
CHARLIE
Boston! I do love you!
BOSTON
Fuck off! It's all been about you,
not us.
CHARLIE
For Christ's sake, listen to me!
BOSTON
No, I get it now Charlie.
BOSTON
Look at us! What a pathetic pair.
You playing at the Dad I always
wanted...
(Beat)
... and me falling for it!
Boston grabs his backpack and runs out.
CHARLIE
Boston.
Charlie exits after him into the stairwell.
CHARLIE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
BOSTON!
Charlie re-enters, slams the door, overturns coffee table,
knocks over the lamp, staggers to bed, sits, reaches for
pills, takes a couple, drops the bottle, pills spill on
floor, tries to calm himself, confused, a moment, reaches for
his cell, punches speed dial, waiting, Harriet answers.
HARRIET (O.S.)
Charlie?
CHARLIE
I fucked up! You were right. I need
your help! Please. I...
HARRIET (O.S.)
Charlie! Slow down. What happened?
CHARLIE
I don't know! Boston ran off. Very
fucked up. I need you to make it
right!
HARRIET (O.S.)
Hold on. Where are you?
CHARLIE
The flat. Stokers.
HARRIET (O.S.)
Stay where you. Try to calm down. I
can be there in an hour.
CHARLIE
OK!
Boston throws cell into chair opposite. He sits head in
hands, trying to compose himself.
EXT. CHILDRENS' PLAYGROUND - LATER
MUSIC OVER: - "TBD" written by Dan atStarLite
An elevated childrens' play fort, dimly lit by overhead park
light. Between the pickets of fort's wall, Boston sitting,
knees pulled towards chest, his cheek turned resting on his
backpack on knee, his eyes closed, rocking gently back and
forth.
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