Short Film - REHAB - Final Draft to Blog?
A CARREY GORDON CONSTRUCTION COMPANY truck is parked in
front. DAVE (50), enters the garage. His phone is on speaker.
RING. RING. No Answer. He cautiously walks into the house.
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The coffee table's strewn with drug paraphernalia. CARREY is
sprawled on the sofa not moving. Dave shakes him.
Carrey disoriented pulls a gun and aims it in Dave's face.
Carrey puts the gun down on the coffee table.
What are you doing here?
Carrey (49) is big and muscular. He's sweating and his eyes
bulge. Dave lifts him up and puts his arm around him.
Come on buddy, we need to get you
into rehab tonight.
Carrey pushes Dave. He falls backward bouncing off the
coffee table and onto the ground.
I'm not going to rehab. Know pisses
me off? When a "normie" thinks they
can walk into your life with all
their wisdom and change the fact
that I'm a fuckin' addict.
Dave slowly gets up.
You're a mess. You almost shot your
oldest friend? You need to go in!
Dave tucks and rushes Carrey. They grapple on the floor.
It's been six months. People have
affairs', marriages fall apart.
It's time to go in.
Entwined like high school wrestlers they roll on the floor
into a shelf. A picture of Carrey, a woman and an eight-year-
old little girl crashes to the floor shattering inches from
Everything's fucked, what's the
point. Not now, leave me alone.
Carey pins him on his back, his fist clenched in the air.
Your daughter's been taken by Child
Carrey puts his hand down. Dave looks at his watch.
You've got two hours to get to the
Betty Ford clinic.
Carrey raises his fist again.
Where is she? I will fucking punch
you. Tell me what happen-
Carrey jabs, but pulls the punch. Dave winces.
If I'm not in court tomorrow with
proof that you are in a rehab,
they'll put your daughter in foster
care and then it's over.
Carrey picks up Dave letting him drop hard onto the ground.
They can't do that.
If you're not in, getting treatment
by tonight, they can do it, and they
will do it.
Carrey stands, visibly shaken.
I'm getting sick - I need to fix
and take a shower, then-
Dave jumps to his feet blocking Carrey from going upstairs.
-No fuckin' way. I'm not explaining
to my god-daughter how her father
Carrey tosses Dave a Narcan spray.
Dave catches it.
Are you fucking kidding me? Your
going to rehab one way or another.
Carrey pushes past him and starts up the stairs.
Take another step I'm calling 911.
(his back to Dave)
You're not going to do that.
Dave dials 911 and puts his phone to his ear.
I want to report an overdose.
Not waiting for a response, he sets the phone down and grabs
the gun off the coffee table and runs upstairs.
Don't come up here.
INT. WHITE MARBLE BATHROOM WITH VAULTED CEILING - CONTINUOUS
Syringes blanket the counter and there's blood spatter on the
walls and mirrors. Carrey pulls off his shirt revealing scabs and track marks.
He fills the syringe with a mixture of cocaine and heroin.
Dave enters the bathroom and raises the gun.
So help me, I will fucking shoot
you in the leg.
(into the mirror)
For the record, I would never have
cheated on my wife, and I love
Chloe more than anything.
He connects, pushing the speedball into his chest. Dave fires
the handgun into the mirror. The SOUND is deafening. Smoke
fills the air and shards of broken glass rain down them.
What the fuck?
Carrey's super high. SIRENS (O.S.) getting closer. He turns
moving cautiously down the stairs. He grabs the railing
beginning to nod out.
Tomorrow man. I swear, I'll go in
with you tomorrow.
Dave puts his arm around him and helps him down the stairs.
Tonight buddy, You're going in