History Is a Pack of Lies Agreed Upon

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History Is A Pack Of Lies Agreed Upon

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Ext. Katherine’s Suburban House-Night

[Texas, USA. On the outside it looks like a normal house, yet the Instant we get a look in the house the audience is immersed in the haunting atmosphere of a dysfunctional and emotionally scarring household. The scene unfolds in a cluttered house filled to the brim with trash, empty pill containers, and discarded alcohol bottles, overtaking the space. The disarray is somehow even more noticeable than the loud yelling from her dad. Who’s face isn’t shown throughout the whole script. The camera pans from the living room to a bedroom and moves up to an overhead shot that reveals Katherine, a thirteen year old girl with her tear-streaked face buried in a pillow. As the shouting intensifies from the background, Katherine’s ears perk up, and she senses her fathers footsteps approaching towards her room.In a desperate attempt to shield herself from the impending confrontation, she hastily dives under the covers and tightly shuts her eyes. The door firmly closes, followed by the sound of the muffled voices growing fainter until they are reduced to a mere murmur. The shot gradually fades away, seamlessly transitioning from Katherine's tear stained-face to a photograph of an older woman wearing the same pained face expression. In a different setting, Roger, a troubled man in his forties, sits in a psychiatry center. He sits opposite of his therapist (Andy) staring intently at the photograph of his deceased wife. He is engaged in a conversation with Andy, seeking solace and guidance.]

INT. PSYCHOTHERAPY CENTER-Day

Roger

“Morality, a concept as futile as it is subjective. The idea of morality is bullshit due to the fact that no matter if we have a sense of morals or not, we all end up in the same place, a six foot hole in the ground. You know what I think? I think morals are just here to prevent us from really living. The more morals you have,means less choices you have.”

Andy (His therapist)

“I understand why you hold this perspective at the moment. But you’ll eventually see that morals are here to shape our lives and guide our choices, they're here to prevent us from regret, they're here to prevent us from harm.”

Roger

“Roger, you have to face the harsh reality that the evil people with no morals still cause harm to the good people who do. You have to face the harsh reality that nothing can ever prevent us from harm.”

Andy

“Roger you know what I mean, it limits harm. Besides, these sinners you talk about eventually pay for their actions. Compensation, one can only hide from their past for so long.”

Roger

“Why do you think that? You know, I bet half of your patients are sinners who haven't paid for their consequences when they have ruined others' lives. And you sit here supporting them.”

Andy

“Nobody ruined your wife's life, she was mentally disturbed”

Roger

“Please don’t call her mentally disturbed, she was mentally oppressed.”

Andy

““Mentally oppressed"? Roger, you're not a risk to yourself or others, are you? I know it’s traumatizing losing a loved one, but the things you’ve been saying are alarming.”

Roger

“...No, I’m not a risk, I just don’t know what I’m going to do without her. Do I deserve this?”

Andy

“ No, you don’t deserve this. You can blame yourself, but you're not the cause of her death. This unnecessary guilt you feel is almost bound to happen, it happens to any spouse who has lost a loved one through self harm. It may be hard to come to the realization that it’s not your fault, but you’ll come to terms with time.

Roger

“Thanks Andy, I think I know why she was unhealthy. The way her dad raised her explains why she was mentally oppressed.”

[Roger looks back at the photo of his wife as it transitions into Katherine again.]

[As “Come a Little Bit Closer“ by “Jay and The Americans' ' fills the air with its infectious beat, the scene opens with Katherine pedaling on her bike, radiating an unmistakable sense of exhilaration. The wind whips through her hair, mirroring the palpable excitement coursing through her veins. Her destination reveals itself as she arrives at a vibrant bowling alley. The music follows her into the venue, seamlessly transitioning from her personal soundtrack to the ambient atmosphere. The rhythmic groove of “Come a Little Bit Closer” intertwines with the sound of rolling balls and crashing pins, creating a hopeful glimpse. Katherines eyes scan the bustled scene, taking in vibrant colors, flashing lights,and the joyful chaos of the bowling alley.And then, amidst the commotion, her gaze settles on a boy her age,sitting across the expanse of the bowling alley. There is an immediate connection, her heart races as she musters the courage to approach. The music becomes the soundtrack to their budding encounter, amplifying the anticipation and setting the tone for a moment of possibility. As she moves closer, the lyrics of the song seem to resonate (literally and figuratively) with the newfound excitement pulsating between them. ]

INT. Bowling Alley-7:00PM

Katherine

“Hey Kale, how are you doing??”

Kale

“I’m not gonna lie I’m pretty happy because my brother was just telling me we’re moving soon.”

Katherine

“You're Moving? And this makes you happy?”

Kale

“Well I’m not really moving-moving, but I'm moving.”

Katherine

“Wait, what do you mean?”

Kale

“It’s more like a trip that will last a long time, a very long time.”

Katherine

“That’s just another way of saying moving.”

Kale

“Let’s not worry about that right now, how have you been?”

Katherine

“Well sh*t, now school’s going to suck without you. Of course the first time we see each other outside of school is also the last. Why didn’t you tell me at school?”

Kale

“It was kind of a last minute thing to be honest, it is weird seeing you out of school for once.”

Katherine

“It is strange not being on a leash for once.”

Kale

“I can relate to that, we’re usually both locked in our houses. I’m surprised your dad let you out.”

Katherine

“Oh, he didn’t, he passed out a while ago.”

Kale

“Oh, man. I’m sorry.”

Katherine

“For what?”

Kale

“Well, it’s like 7:00pm.”

Katherine

“Don’t worry about it, It’s just another day for me.”

Kale

“You want to talk about it?”

Katherine

“No thanks, I feel like I’ve already made it too morbid. Let's bowl.”

[It cuts to later and the two are having a great time]

Kale

“How have you gotten two more strikes than me?”

Katherine

“You mean two strikes? You have zero”

Kale

“Bowlings not really my strength”

Katherine

“Your Strength? (She laughs) Bowlings not anyones strength, it’s an activity.”

Kale

“Well it’s not my greatest sport then.”

Katherine

“What sport are you good at?”

Kale

“Sport? Uhh, I don’t really play sports”

Katherine

“Do you have any hobbies?”

Kale

“Is music a hobby?”

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