The Tracey Fragments Page #3

Synopsis: Tracey Berkowitz, 15, a self-described normal girl, loses her 9-year old brother, Sonny. In flashbacks and fragments, we meet her overbearing parents and the sweet, clueless Sonny. We watch Tracey navigate high school, friendless, picked on and teased. She develops a thing for Billy Zero, a new student, imagining he's her boyfriend. We see the day she loses Sonny and we watch her try to find him. In bits and pieces, we see what leads up to her riding in the back of a city bus wrapped in a shower curtain. Coming of age, or just surviving?
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Bruce McDonald
Production: ThinkFilm
  6 wins & 9 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.2
Metacritic:
54
Rotten Tomatoes:
36%
R
Year:
2007
77 min
Website
447 Views


And, if he's, like, totally smart,

then you get smarter.

And if he's dumb, well, nothing really changes.

What is that?

Sonny.

Where'd you get that necklace?

Where did you get that necklace?

Thank you.

Sonny!

I don't like the country.

Creeps me out.

In the country, dead bodies

live in swamps and ditches and shallow graves.

A man dumps the body of a girl in a ditch.

The body rots, melts into slime.

Flowers pop up where the body lies,

seeds fly out of the flowers,

and the bee sucks the flowers and makes honey.

And then the family of the girl

buys the honey from the store.

And the family eats the girl.

This is not some kind of, like, abuse story, okay?

I don't cry over spilt milk, you know?

I- I can't even drink milk

because I'm lactose intolerant.

I should've run away.

Like, forty gadrillion years ago,

but I wasn't abused.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Mom!

F***!

The blizzard's coming.

I know and... can't I go outside for,

like a second?

-I need to relax.

-You're grounded.

-What am I supposed to do?

-You're going to lock that door

and watch your brother.

I might as well kill myself so I can f***ing rest.

Hey! Mommy and I love you. Don't you know that?

We don't want you to go outside

because the blizzard's coming

and grounded is grounded.

Now promise us you'll stay inside.

Yeah, okay, I promise.

I'm just going to lock the door.

The door locked?

-Yeah. Yeah, I'm just locking it.

-Good girl.

Do you live in a condominium?

I live in a house.

How many people live in your house?

You know 'cause I was thinking.

Maybe I could rent a room.

You know, and then, when they find Sonny,

we-we can come live with you.

Tracey, you can't come home with me.

Why not?

Well, for one thing there are rules.

I'm not... I'm not going go tell on anybody.

Why don't you go home?

Go home.

Talk to your family.

Contrary to what you believe,

your feelings will be beneficial to your parents.

They need to know what you're feeling.

F*** that!

What did you say?

Nothing.

I am just...I'm really worried

that I'm going insane.

Well, if you're worried,

go to the hospital.

Where they put the nut bars?

Where they put the nut bars?

What was that?

Nothing. Nothing. That was...

just kidding, you know. Just joking.

It's okay the express your anger.

What do you know about anger, you c*nt!?!

You f***ing, stupid, robot c*nt.

Oh my god, I'm so sorry.

No, I'm really, really, really, really, really sorry.

Look I just...I can't leave until I know right now

that you're not going to send me to somebody else.

That was never my intention.

You're a liar.

You are a liar,

and why would I want to see a psychiatrist

who's a big fat liar anyway?

Tracey?

Hey.

I gotta go. No, I gotta go.

-Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa...

-I've got to go.

I just don't like owing anybody, anything. Okay?

Alright look. You don't owe anybody anything

but there's going to be a blizzard out there,

alright? The weather channel says exposed skin

can be frost bitten in three minutes.

And that snow has this effect on people.

It's hypnotic. It's the white.

Too much whiteness, okay?

People fall asleep in the snow. Nobody finds them

'til the spring and they're f***ing dead.

Don't you watch the weather channel?

People are dying out there.

I've got to find my brother.

Okay, okay, okay, look, look, look.

I'll...I will help you find your brother.

But you can't go out there now

because it is very dangerous and you will die.

But when the blizzard passes,

I'll find your brother, okay?

-He will be happy. The three of us

can go for dollar pancakes.

-What if he's dead, you know?

-He's not f***ing dead.

-What if he's dead, you know?

-He's not f***ing......

-I have looked all over for him.

-I have looked everywhere.

-Look, Your brother is not dead.

Maybe he's in a police station

or he's in a f***ing donut shop

or some family picked him up.

But he is not dead.

How do you know?

Because I got a good feeling and

my feelings are always right. That's how I know.

How do you know?

Come on.

-Are we or are we not officially friends?

-I guess.

Okay. Come on.

Then just hang out 'til this blizzard passes

and I'll find your brother, alright? I swear.

I'm f***ing Lance,

alright? I'm good for it. Ask anybody.

You could ask all these guys,

alright?

Scout's honor.

Come on.

Look at that. Look at this crow.

Oh. F***ing hell. Look at the crow.

-It kind of looks sad.

-How does this crow look sad?

I don't know. It's just, like, you know,

it's not like peeping or...or anything.

Oh, boo hoo. Stupid crow

doesn't have the f***ing brains to fly south.

I'm gonna get him. Let's bring him in.

No! Don't touch it.

Now it's not going to be able to go back

to its natural habitat.

Oh sure it will.

No, it won't. Everybody knows that.

You put a f***ing human smell on it,

it's going to be a freak,

and the other crows are going to kill it.

Crow is fine. Aren't you, big fella?

See, he was just lonely out there.

I like crow.

Chicken of the tree.

Don't say that. Crows are like people.

They're not like people. They have

a very different psyche as a matter of fact.

They've have a crow consciousness.

Well at least we don't have to

worry about the crow no more, allright?

Well that was very mature.

What the f*** I ever do to you?

You killed it.

-What?

-You killed it.

-What?

-The bird is dead, you a**hole.

The bird is dead, a**hole.

Oh, I see.

Because I killed a bird --

by accident --

I'm now a murderer.

I'd like to interject here.

I have never willingly inflicted pain or hurt anyone.

I happen to be incapable of it.

Y-you want me to leave now?

You know, I...you wore me out,

I ca-- if you want to go,

I...think what you want about me.

It wasn't my f***in' fault.

Ball.

Ball.

Ball.

Sonny never should've followed me.

I mean, you can't control him.

Bad dog.

Bad dog.

Bad Sonny.

What are you still doing here?

-I want to.......

-You want to what?

Stay, I guess.

You can stay as long as you like.

It's your prerogative.

Yeah, I know.

I don't give a f*** either way,

you know.

Yeah, I know that.

We can take a plane.

I had a car. But I f***ing smashed it.

But you know...

I've got friends there.

It'll be cool. It'll be super-cool.

Look.

You see that.

The water's blue like that all year round.

-Who is that?

-Me

F***!

Okay, ah...go behind the curtain.

Look, just be cool, man. Just be cool.

I don't want to be cool.

I don't want to be cool, at all.

What's wrong, Lance?

You forget about our little deal?

Listen, it was very dry out there.

-So what are you trying to say to me?

-I'm saying I don't have it

but I'll have it tomorrow.

F*** that.

Look, it didn't work out. I'm sorry.

F*** sorry.

What do you want from me, man?

I want what you owe me.

You know something, man?

End of the f***ing day,

I just want my f***ing piece.

You know, Lance,

you want to be one of my business associates,

but you're nothing but a f***ing 'ho.

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Maureen Medved

Maureen Medved is a Canadian writer and playwright. She is also an assistant professor at the University of British Columbia. She has been published in literary journals and magazines and has had her plays produced in Vancouver, British Columbia, Waterloo, Ontario and Toronto, Ontario. She wrote a screenplay based on her first novel The Tracey Fragments, which was made into a film of the same name directed by Bruce McDonald and starring Ellen Page. more…

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