The Trade, screenplay (1st draft)
The Trade By Ethan King EXT. SMALL STREAM IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE - DAY A single drop of water hits the stream turning the water into alcohol (or blood). FADE IN: INT. DIMLY LIT KITCHEN ROOM - NIGHT Flash back. A man reaches for his drink, then discovers he has a blood covered knife in his hand. FLASH: EXT. FOREST COVERED BY TREES, WITH A DRIED UP POND SEPARATING THE FOREST FROM A CLIFF - DAY Sam appears, He wakes up and sits upright, resting his head on his hand. SAM? (O.S.) (Laugh repetitively) Finally your up! I was wondering... Sam gets up and turns around to see another copy of himself. SAM What... where am I? Wh, wh, who? SAM? Am I? Where are WE? You tell me. Me on the other hand, i'm clearly a better version of you Sam recalls a vision and looks down to see his wrists cut. The cuts fade away. SAM Di, di, Did I... SAM? What kill yourself? A better question is why? Was because you were lonely; nobody loved you, it that it? No ...