Post by danquinn on Jan 5, 2012 6:43:33 GMT -4
HANDLER NOTE: To help those reading understand what the characters are saying the apostrophe before a word means the exclusion of the letter “H” in their pronunciation. The apostrophe in the middle of the word replaces the unpronounced “T” or “H” in the cockney accent.The word "them" is also sometimes shortened to "'em". Please do not count this note in the RP word count, as it is not a part of the RP.
Dr. John Myers, psychiatrist at the Brooklyn Rehabilitation Centre is conducting an interview with Mr. Jake Smith. Jake has recently been moved to the unit, suffering from severe mental trauma, agoraphobia and paranoia. Jake is not a drug user, he drank only socially, and before one incident seven months ago, he was completely sane, earned an honest living and looked after his son, Tyler. Tyler is now in a foster home, as Jake is now too unstable to look after him.
John: Hello Jake, how are you feeling today?
Jake: I-I f-f-feel b-better, less n-nervous, less a-a-a-a.. DAMMIT!
John: It’s okay, Jake. Just take a deep breathe and take your time.
Jake takes a deep breath
Jake: Less a-agitated.
John: That’s very good Jake, I can see you’ve made some excellent progress here. I see your dental work has also come a long way, you’ve got nearly all of your teeth back now, I see.
Jake nods whilst shaking and looking around
It’s okay Jake, you’re safe here, remember? No one can hurt you; it’s just you and me, okay?
Jake nods again, starting to calm down
Good. Now Jake, we have made some good progress with your initial therapy, but it’s time to take another step forward. This means Jake, we’re going to have to talk about the reason you’re staying here at the Brooklyn Rehabilitation Centre, you can take your time, but I want you to take me through it step by step. Can you do that for me?
Jake hesitates for a few seconds as he starts shaking more frantically, but takes another deep breath and calms down
Jake: Yes
John: Good, let’s start with what life was like before the incident.
Jake: I-I was just a n-normal guy, like anybody else. My job wasn’t the best, b-but it paid the bills on time and gave my son food and shelter, and when I needed a bit of extra cash I used to do some boxing on the side, all licensed, all legal, just a bit of cash in hand. $100 for a fight, and $150 if I won, I was pretty good at it too, always gave a good show, I was proud of it, you know? Little Tyler loved coming to watch, he’d cheer me on when I knocked someone out, and console me when I lost, he was such a g-g-good kid
Jake starts getting teary eyed
John: It’s okay, Jake, take your time.
Jake: So anyways, money gets a little short one month, wanted to get Tyler something nice for his birthday, and my friend Bobby tells me about this Wrestling Club, only problem is, it was unlicensed, no holds barred kinda thing, but he also said it was $500 just for turning up, and if I won it’d go up to $750. Of course I wasn’t gonna turn it down, he told me most of the guys were like jelly anyway and closed fist punches were fair game, told me with my boxing background it’d be a synch. S-so I goes down there one night, and I come up against this young feller “Carlo ‘The Incredible’” he called himself, good little martial artist but I laid one right hook and the kid was out-cold, won myself the $750 without anything getting too messy. So as I’m about to leave, they call me back… and offer me $1200 if I can beat the next guy, and another $500 just for competing… a-and I got greedy. S-so I get back in the ring and in walks this guy, this m-m-m-muscle bound ape, not that tall but built, rock solid from the head to toe. His eyes pierced through mine like he was looking straight through me. He had deep cuts all over his knuckles and the veins popped out of his arms. S-s-so they introduce this guy… “The Brawler”, I mean this guy did not look like he was there to pay for his kid’s birthday, this guy looked at me like I banged his wife and killed his mother on the same day. S-s-so he g-g-got into the r-ring and- and…I’M SORRY I CAN’T GO ON!
Jake breaks down into tears and begins shaking even more frantically
John: Jake it’s okay take all the time you need. Just let it all out. Would you like us to try again tomorrow?
Jake stops crying and looks up at John
Jake: No… no! I have to do this, I can’t be afraid anymore, I just have to face it, I can carry on.
John: Okay, Jake. In your own time
Jake fights through the tears
Jake: So he gets into the ring, and they ring the bell. Before I can even prepare my first move I feel all the air knocked out of me…he’d punched me square in the stomach. I couldn’t breathe, I felt like a car had just hit me. I was down, I felt him get on top of me, I thought he was gonna go for the pin, it’s funny really, my biggest fear at that point was not getting the $500 for only lasting a few seconds…
… He didn’t pin me though. He waited until I opened my eyes and he was there, above me, with that twisted, sadistic smile that still haunts me! All I felt from then on was pure, physical anguish. He didn’t even swing his arms; he just drove them into every part of my face. I felt knuckles in my eyes, my nose, my ears, my chin, and m-m-mouth. Eventually I couldn’t see anymore and just felt the bones in my face crunch, my teeth loosen and my nose break. He just kept pounding and pounding at my face and eventually I passed out. Apparently he carried on for a good thirty seconds afterwards before finally pinning me.
I woke up in the hospital, three weeks later. My face was swollen, I had stitches everywhere, and I had three teeth left in my mouth. My son didn’t even recognise me! When he was told it was me he cried, and cried, I couldn’t even comfort him! I could hear him crying and all I could do was sit there and listen! My eyes were too swollen for me to even cry with him! The agony was nearly as painful as that night!
John: That must have been hard for you.
Jake: It was horrible. So then I faced six months of reconstructive facial surgery, fixing my nose, repositioning my cheekbones and the excruciating dental surgery, refitting 28 new teeth into my mouth, but that took a lot longer as you can tell. I was out of hospital completely after two months, but had to keep going back for check-ups and operations. I was looking forward to getting home and being with my son again. That’s when it all started…
…I got home and me and my son sat down and watched some TV for the first time in ages, he asked me if he could watch that APW wrestling show, I was still a bit shook up about fighting, but I wanted him to be happy so I sucked it up. He put on the show and what do I see? I see the same pumped up monkey that nearly killed me being interviewed as their “newest megastar”! I took one look at him and freaked out, I got up, felt dizzy, then passed out.
John: What you felt was perfectly normal, Jake. Seeing your attacker after an assault like that, it was only natural to feel shocked and afraid. Tell me what happened next…
Jake: So my son wakes me up and I just start screaming frantically “he’s coming back for me”; “I’m not safe”. He calls the police and I get dragged away, and that’s when I lost it. I couldn’t go back outside, I couldn’t go anywhere on my own, so they sent social services around, took my kid and sent me here. When I think back to that one night, I wish I’d never gone there, I wish I’d never taken the risk for the money. I lost my freedom, I lost my personality…and I lost my son.
Jake begins crying again
John: Very good, Jake. We’re making a lot of progress here.
Jake: It’s not enough though, is it? I’m still afraid, I can talk about it but I still can’t face the outside just because he might be there. My face will never be the same again, and my job won’t take me back now, not after all of this! That sadistic asshole took everything I ever had, every thing I loved; I’ve got nothing left. No amount of therapy is ever going to change that!
John stands up and walks over to a hysterical Jake
John: I think that’s enough for today, Jake. Try and get some rest. Well done for sharing, we’ve made a lot of progress.
John leads Jake out of the room and closes the door behind him as the scene fades out
* * *
The scene changes to Dan Quinn sitting in his home, smoking a cigarette and watching TV. The room is dark, lit only by a single lamp next to the sofa he is sitting on, on the TV is the segment from last weeks Asylum showing Quinn attacking Kid Dynamo and being restrained by security. Dan’s phone starts ringing; it’s his attorney James Stanley.
Dan Quinn: ‘Ello?
James Stanley: Mr Quinn? This is James Stanley, your faithful attorney at law. I’m calling you about a very serious matter that has just come to my attention.
Dan Quinn: What is it? Is Kid Dynamo peering through my windows or somethin’?
James Stanley: I can assure you this is no time for jokes, Mr Quinn. Do you remember the wrestling organisation you were with before you signed with APW?
Dan Quinn: I ‘aven’t got Alz’eimer’s, Stanley, I remember; now get to the bloody point!
James Stanley: You fought a man once, Jake Smith. You beat him so badly he went into a three-week coma, you didn’t get caught because the organisation wouldn’t speak to the police because no one wanted to be associated with it after that! You got off easy…until now. The guy’s entered a rehabilitation clinic and he recognised you from TV! The doctor’s told the police and now you could be facing a GBH charge!
There is a brief pause as Quinn takes a long toke of his cigarette
Dan Quinn: So?
James Stanley: SO?! If you get found guilty on this charge you’re going to be going away for a while, Mr. Quinn! That means goodbye APW contract, goodbye sponsorship, and if you can’t pay me, then goodbye James Stanley!
Dan Quinn: Stanley, you listen and you listen well. I ‘ired you because you were the only damn respectable, English lawyer in this city! I ‘ired you because you get people off of charges just like this! Now I’m no law expert, but seein’ as there are no willin’ witnesses set to come forward, no video or pho’ographic evidence to prove I was there that night, no paper records of me even being involved in an organisation that no longer even exists, and just the word of a crackpot that has seen me beat down a guy on TV to go on, I ‘ave to say Stanley, I’m not worried. Now do what I pay you to do, keep the police out of my ‘air, do your job and state the facts. Tell ‘em ‘Dan Quinn is a respectable member of socie’y simply acting out a part on TV, and this schizophrenic maniac has simply crea’ed an elaborate story from a traumatisin' event. Got it?
Pause
James Stanley: You’re one twisted son of a bitch, Quinn. You know that?
Dan Quinn: Coming from a lawyer, Stanley. That means an awful lot.
Dan hangs up, stubs out his cigarette and continues watching the TV
Dr. John Myers, psychiatrist at the Brooklyn Rehabilitation Centre is conducting an interview with Mr. Jake Smith. Jake has recently been moved to the unit, suffering from severe mental trauma, agoraphobia and paranoia. Jake is not a drug user, he drank only socially, and before one incident seven months ago, he was completely sane, earned an honest living and looked after his son, Tyler. Tyler is now in a foster home, as Jake is now too unstable to look after him.
John: Hello Jake, how are you feeling today?
Jake: I-I f-f-feel b-better, less n-nervous, less a-a-a-a.. DAMMIT!
John: It’s okay, Jake. Just take a deep breathe and take your time.
Jake takes a deep breath
Jake: Less a-agitated.
John: That’s very good Jake, I can see you’ve made some excellent progress here. I see your dental work has also come a long way, you’ve got nearly all of your teeth back now, I see.
Jake nods whilst shaking and looking around
It’s okay Jake, you’re safe here, remember? No one can hurt you; it’s just you and me, okay?
Jake nods again, starting to calm down
Good. Now Jake, we have made some good progress with your initial therapy, but it’s time to take another step forward. This means Jake, we’re going to have to talk about the reason you’re staying here at the Brooklyn Rehabilitation Centre, you can take your time, but I want you to take me through it step by step. Can you do that for me?
Jake hesitates for a few seconds as he starts shaking more frantically, but takes another deep breath and calms down
Jake: Yes
John: Good, let’s start with what life was like before the incident.
Jake: I-I was just a n-normal guy, like anybody else. My job wasn’t the best, b-but it paid the bills on time and gave my son food and shelter, and when I needed a bit of extra cash I used to do some boxing on the side, all licensed, all legal, just a bit of cash in hand. $100 for a fight, and $150 if I won, I was pretty good at it too, always gave a good show, I was proud of it, you know? Little Tyler loved coming to watch, he’d cheer me on when I knocked someone out, and console me when I lost, he was such a g-g-good kid
Jake starts getting teary eyed
John: It’s okay, Jake, take your time.
Jake: So anyways, money gets a little short one month, wanted to get Tyler something nice for his birthday, and my friend Bobby tells me about this Wrestling Club, only problem is, it was unlicensed, no holds barred kinda thing, but he also said it was $500 just for turning up, and if I won it’d go up to $750. Of course I wasn’t gonna turn it down, he told me most of the guys were like jelly anyway and closed fist punches were fair game, told me with my boxing background it’d be a synch. S-so I goes down there one night, and I come up against this young feller “Carlo ‘The Incredible’” he called himself, good little martial artist but I laid one right hook and the kid was out-cold, won myself the $750 without anything getting too messy. So as I’m about to leave, they call me back… and offer me $1200 if I can beat the next guy, and another $500 just for competing… a-and I got greedy. S-so I get back in the ring and in walks this guy, this m-m-m-muscle bound ape, not that tall but built, rock solid from the head to toe. His eyes pierced through mine like he was looking straight through me. He had deep cuts all over his knuckles and the veins popped out of his arms. S-s-so they introduce this guy… “The Brawler”, I mean this guy did not look like he was there to pay for his kid’s birthday, this guy looked at me like I banged his wife and killed his mother on the same day. S-s-so he g-g-got into the r-ring and- and…I’M SORRY I CAN’T GO ON!
Jake breaks down into tears and begins shaking even more frantically
John: Jake it’s okay take all the time you need. Just let it all out. Would you like us to try again tomorrow?
Jake stops crying and looks up at John
Jake: No… no! I have to do this, I can’t be afraid anymore, I just have to face it, I can carry on.
John: Okay, Jake. In your own time
Jake fights through the tears
Jake: So he gets into the ring, and they ring the bell. Before I can even prepare my first move I feel all the air knocked out of me…he’d punched me square in the stomach. I couldn’t breathe, I felt like a car had just hit me. I was down, I felt him get on top of me, I thought he was gonna go for the pin, it’s funny really, my biggest fear at that point was not getting the $500 for only lasting a few seconds…
… He didn’t pin me though. He waited until I opened my eyes and he was there, above me, with that twisted, sadistic smile that still haunts me! All I felt from then on was pure, physical anguish. He didn’t even swing his arms; he just drove them into every part of my face. I felt knuckles in my eyes, my nose, my ears, my chin, and m-m-mouth. Eventually I couldn’t see anymore and just felt the bones in my face crunch, my teeth loosen and my nose break. He just kept pounding and pounding at my face and eventually I passed out. Apparently he carried on for a good thirty seconds afterwards before finally pinning me.
I woke up in the hospital, three weeks later. My face was swollen, I had stitches everywhere, and I had three teeth left in my mouth. My son didn’t even recognise me! When he was told it was me he cried, and cried, I couldn’t even comfort him! I could hear him crying and all I could do was sit there and listen! My eyes were too swollen for me to even cry with him! The agony was nearly as painful as that night!
John: That must have been hard for you.
Jake: It was horrible. So then I faced six months of reconstructive facial surgery, fixing my nose, repositioning my cheekbones and the excruciating dental surgery, refitting 28 new teeth into my mouth, but that took a lot longer as you can tell. I was out of hospital completely after two months, but had to keep going back for check-ups and operations. I was looking forward to getting home and being with my son again. That’s when it all started…
…I got home and me and my son sat down and watched some TV for the first time in ages, he asked me if he could watch that APW wrestling show, I was still a bit shook up about fighting, but I wanted him to be happy so I sucked it up. He put on the show and what do I see? I see the same pumped up monkey that nearly killed me being interviewed as their “newest megastar”! I took one look at him and freaked out, I got up, felt dizzy, then passed out.
John: What you felt was perfectly normal, Jake. Seeing your attacker after an assault like that, it was only natural to feel shocked and afraid. Tell me what happened next…
Jake: So my son wakes me up and I just start screaming frantically “he’s coming back for me”; “I’m not safe”. He calls the police and I get dragged away, and that’s when I lost it. I couldn’t go back outside, I couldn’t go anywhere on my own, so they sent social services around, took my kid and sent me here. When I think back to that one night, I wish I’d never gone there, I wish I’d never taken the risk for the money. I lost my freedom, I lost my personality…and I lost my son.
Jake begins crying again
John: Very good, Jake. We’re making a lot of progress here.
Jake: It’s not enough though, is it? I’m still afraid, I can talk about it but I still can’t face the outside just because he might be there. My face will never be the same again, and my job won’t take me back now, not after all of this! That sadistic asshole took everything I ever had, every thing I loved; I’ve got nothing left. No amount of therapy is ever going to change that!
John stands up and walks over to a hysterical Jake
John: I think that’s enough for today, Jake. Try and get some rest. Well done for sharing, we’ve made a lot of progress.
John leads Jake out of the room and closes the door behind him as the scene fades out
* * *
The scene changes to Dan Quinn sitting in his home, smoking a cigarette and watching TV. The room is dark, lit only by a single lamp next to the sofa he is sitting on, on the TV is the segment from last weeks Asylum showing Quinn attacking Kid Dynamo and being restrained by security. Dan’s phone starts ringing; it’s his attorney James Stanley.
Dan Quinn: ‘Ello?
James Stanley: Mr Quinn? This is James Stanley, your faithful attorney at law. I’m calling you about a very serious matter that has just come to my attention.
Dan Quinn: What is it? Is Kid Dynamo peering through my windows or somethin’?
James Stanley: I can assure you this is no time for jokes, Mr Quinn. Do you remember the wrestling organisation you were with before you signed with APW?
Dan Quinn: I ‘aven’t got Alz’eimer’s, Stanley, I remember; now get to the bloody point!
James Stanley: You fought a man once, Jake Smith. You beat him so badly he went into a three-week coma, you didn’t get caught because the organisation wouldn’t speak to the police because no one wanted to be associated with it after that! You got off easy…until now. The guy’s entered a rehabilitation clinic and he recognised you from TV! The doctor’s told the police and now you could be facing a GBH charge!
There is a brief pause as Quinn takes a long toke of his cigarette
Dan Quinn: So?
James Stanley: SO?! If you get found guilty on this charge you’re going to be going away for a while, Mr. Quinn! That means goodbye APW contract, goodbye sponsorship, and if you can’t pay me, then goodbye James Stanley!
Dan Quinn: Stanley, you listen and you listen well. I ‘ired you because you were the only damn respectable, English lawyer in this city! I ‘ired you because you get people off of charges just like this! Now I’m no law expert, but seein’ as there are no willin’ witnesses set to come forward, no video or pho’ographic evidence to prove I was there that night, no paper records of me even being involved in an organisation that no longer even exists, and just the word of a crackpot that has seen me beat down a guy on TV to go on, I ‘ave to say Stanley, I’m not worried. Now do what I pay you to do, keep the police out of my ‘air, do your job and state the facts. Tell ‘em ‘Dan Quinn is a respectable member of socie’y simply acting out a part on TV, and this schizophrenic maniac has simply crea’ed an elaborate story from a traumatisin' event. Got it?
Pause
James Stanley: You’re one twisted son of a bitch, Quinn. You know that?
Dan Quinn: Coming from a lawyer, Stanley. That means an awful lot.
Dan hangs up, stubs out his cigarette and continues watching the TV
