The Memory Complex

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Chapter 6

INT. MEMORY ROOM #7

The three step inside to see a T.V. and a stool with a watch on it- similar to the one Hamilton saw earlier. Frank grabs it, looking at it, remembering something sentimental. He almost tears up as he runs his fingertips in the watch

TREVOR

What is it?

Hamilton sees what he is seeing, frightened of something.

FRANK

A watch.... uh, it’s, uh, Amy’s watch. I remember because I gave it to her when she turned 19.

He sees the remote, with a piece of tape on it. It has the words,

“Life has its secrets.”

Frank analyzes the remote, reading the tape along the side. He turns it to see another piece of tape, it reads,

“Doesn’t it?”

Frank looks at Hamilton and Trevor.

TREVOR

What’s it says?

FRANK

“Life has its secrets. Doesn’t it?”

Frank presses play and A memory plays on the T.V.

The memory is of Leonard Conroy going home after the events he had with Kelly.

EXT. LEONARD’S HOUSE, FRONT YARD- MORNING

Leonard steps out of his car, seeing his front door open, his wife Caitlyn steps onto the porch. He looks at her holding his keys.

CAITLYN

Where were you last night?

YOUNG ADULT CONROY

Kelly’s. I told you I might be there a while.

CAITLYN

You didn’t tell me you’d be there all night.

He sighs.

YOUNG ADULT CONROY

You’re right, I didn’t. She was in worse shape than I thought. I’m sorry, I should have called.

He walks up the porch, looking at her.

CAITLYN

Your right, you should’ve called.

YOUNG ADULT CONROY

Look, I’m here now, alright?

CAITLYN

How do I know you weren’t fucking her?

YOUNG ADULT CONROY

How do I know you weren’t at Todd’s?

She slaps him harshly.

CAITLYN

What I do is my damn business.

She stomps her feet as she walks inside the house.

YOUNG ADULT CONROY

Damnit. Caitlyn!

INT. LEONARD’S HOUSE, KITCHEN-MORNING

He walks through the living room and stops beside her. She is leaning on the counter.

YOUNG ADULT CONROY

I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to talk back it you; I know how you feel about that.

She begins scrubbing the dishes, almost furiously. He rubs her arm.

YOUNG ADULT CONROY

Come on, don’t this again.

She ignores him.

YOUNG ADULT CONROY

Babe....

CAITLYN

It must be sooooo easy....

YOUNG ADULT CONROY

What?

CAITLYN

Being able to do whatever the-

She slams a plate on the ground, causing it to shatter!

CAITLYN

Fuck you want!

He backs away, raising his hands in front of him.

YOUNG ADULT CONROY

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Caitlyn, take it easy!

CAITLYN

Having a job!

She throws a glass cup at him, as he flinches, it shatters behind him.

CAITLYN (CONT’D)

A car!!

She throws a fork at him; he flinches causing it to bounce off his arms.

YOUNG ADULT CONROY

Caitlyn, just calm down!

CAITLYN (CONT’D)

A goddamn college degree!!!

She grabs a frying pan and charges at him!

Caitlyn begins hitting him as he covers his face with his elbows!

CAITLYN (CONT’D)

Why the fuck do you think I enjoy fucking other men!?!?

She throws the pan down, punching at him with her fists.

CAITLYN

You little piece of shit!!! I hate you!!!!!!

He falls back on the couch, then to the floor. She rushes over to the kitchen drawers as he stands to get outside!

CAITLYN

That’s right, run away, bitch!

He slams the door shut; we see the clown figure sitting in the chair of the living room –

--smiling methodically.

INT. MEMORY ROOM #7

Frank pauses the playing memory, seeing the figure, we don’t see his face very well.

FRANK

Guys, look!

TREVOR

What the hell is that?

(beat)

I think I can walk now, Jeremiah.

Hamilton lets go as Trevor steps up.

HAMILTON

Clown?... That’s the clown Leonard was talking about.

FRANK

What clown?

HAMILTON

He told me some clown silhouette was following him.

FRANK
Are you sure?

HAMILTON

Yes, he spoke of it quite often.

Frank, clearly upset, slams Hamilton against the wall.

FRANK

Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!

HAMILTON

Because I knew you wouldn’t help him if I did!!

As Frank thinks on Hamilton’s response, the lights go off.

Black.

Total Darkness.

A doorway opens, emitting light.

TREVOR

This is really fucked up.

FRANK

Yeah, I know.

They slowly step to the door, then go through it.

INT. HALLWAY OF MEMOIRS

The three step into the room, we see hundreds of cell doors on both sides of the hallway.

They analyze them, curious and unsure.

We hear laughter in the distance behind them, it quickly disappears from sound itself.

TREVOR

Someone’s here.

Frank steps in front of them, in the direction of the laughter.

FRANK

I can feel it....

They slowly walk through the hallway, after a moment, we see a small bundle of matches laying on the ground. Frank picks it up. It has a piece of tape on it that reads the words,

“You dropped this earlier, it’s about to get dark.”

FRANK

Hmm.

TREVOR

What is it?

FRANK

Matches. It’s about to get dark.

The lights quickly go out.

We hear the three breathing heavily, and a light of fire shines in the darkness.

We see their faces and a match, that’s lit, in Frank’s fingers.

Frank turns the pack of matches over to see another piece of tape.

It reads, “keep going straight.”

HAMILTON

I don’t like this.

TREVOR

What, you think we do?

INT. HALLWAY OF MEMOIRS

The three walk through the hallway, Frank still holds the match in front of him.

They continue on for several moments, then Frank stops.

Hamilton and Trevor stop as well.

HAMILTON

What is it?

FRANK

Look.

We see a cell door at the end of the hallway.

We hear a raspy small laughter.

The three step to the door, then the laughter stops.

FRANK

Show me your face.

Nothing.

FRANK (CONT’D)

I know there’s someone in there, so show me your face.

After a moment of silence, we hear a voice.

EERIE VOICE (O.S.)

Why should I show you my face?

FRANK

Because I asked nicely.

EERIE VOICE (O.S.)

I don’t think I’m obligated to do so.

FRANK

I just wanna know who I’m talking to.

EERIE VOICE (O.S.)

Understandable. But I decline.

FRANK

I’m not going to ask again. I’ll just make you.

We hear laughter for a small second.

EERIE VOICE (O.S.)

You’ll make me? That’s cute.

How are you gonna do that when I’m in here, and you’re out there?

FRANK

I’ll kick the door open.

The laugh is heard again.

EERIE VOICE (O.S.)

Good luck with that. You need a key. Speaking of which, do any of you have one?

Frank looks at Hamilton and Trevor, they nod.

EERIE VOICE (O.S.)

Humph. Too bad.

FRANK

We wouldn’t let you out if we did anyway.

EERIE VOICE (O.S.)

Harsh.

FRANK

That’s it.

Frank steps toward the cell.

TREVOR

Frank!

Frank lunges his hands through openings of the cell, holding his match in his right hand.

FRANK

Let me see your goddamn face!

We see the clown figure lean close to the flame!

EERIE VOICE/CLOWN

Hello.

Frank steps back, partially frightened. Trevor and Hamilton stare in shock.

HAMILTON

Oh my god.

EERIE VOICE/ CLOWN

Do you have that pack of matches still?

Frank looks at it, then into the darkness inside the cell.

EERIE VOICE/ CLOWN

I’d be forever grateful if you gave me one.

Frank hands his match to Trevor, then grabs another from the package.

He throws it into the cell. We see it light up, showing flame.

Then it moves up to touch a lantern, the lantern wick lights up and shows the prison room, the clown, and even shines to show Frank, Hamilton, and Trevor.

The clown is wearing skin tight layers of leather from neck chin to toe, his nails are black and his large long locks of blonde dirtied hair cover his eyes and red lips.

Trevor shakes the match, the flame disappears.

EERIE VOICE/CLOWN

Thank you.

TREVOR

We saw you earlier.

EERIE VOICE/CLOWN

I should hope so.

He smiles.

EERIE VOICE/ CLOWN (CONT’D)

I’ve been there for him since he was eight years old.

HAMILTON

You’re talking about Leonard?

CLOWN

Of course.

Frank gestures his hand to Trevor.

FRANK

Gimme the gun.

TREVOR

What?

FRANK

Give me the gun.

TREVOR

Frank, there’s no-

Frank rips the gun from Trevor’s belt and rushes to the cell door! He points it at the clown.

FRANK

You’re gonna tell me everything you know.

The clown smirks.

CLOWN

Hostile. I like that.

FRANK

You won’t for long.

Trevor tries to step over to Frank.

TREVOR

Frank!

Frank ignores him, still holding the gun to the clown’s face, who is completely calm.

FRANK

Who the hell are you?!

The clown remains silent, still smirking.

CLOWN

My names Conr.

HAMILTON

Connor?

CLOWN

Yes... Conr.

FRANK

What the hell is going on?

A moment of silence passes.

CLOWN

You’re inside the psyche of Leonard Conroy.

FRANK

I know that! Tell me what I don’t know!

The Clown scolds him more.

CLOWN (CONT’D)

Your Jump Sanity Battery got disconnected. Meaning not only are you slowly being driven to insanity, but your memories and everything about you is slowly merging into his subconscious.

TREVOR

Can you prove that?

CLOWN

Oh, I don’t have to .... Trevor.

Trevor’s eyes widen, shocked.

HAMILTON

You know our names?

CLOWN

I do, Jeremiah.

Clown points at Frank.

CLOWN (CONT’D)

Your name’s Frank.

TREVOR

What else do you know about us?

CLOWN

Enough.

FRANK

Who disabled the Sanity Battery?

CLOWN

I can’t tell too much, otherwise they might put me in chains.

FRANK

They?

CLOWN

You’ve met one of them already: His name is Leo. The other ones Roy. They both look like your man of the hour.

Frank looks at Trevor and Hamilton.

FRANK

The guy who told us which door to go to.

He looks back at Clown.

FRANK

Who is he?

CLOWN

They are both shards of Leonard’s superego.

FRANK

And you?

CLOWN

That’s for you to decide.

Clown stretches his arms, in a Jesus-like pose.

CLOWN (CONT’D)

I’m the entity of everything Leonard wants to be.

FRANK

So, you’re just another memory?

CLOWN

Not at all. He thought me up. As I said earlier, I’ve known him since he was eight.

He takes a solemn bow.

CLOWN (CONT’D)

I am his imaginary best friend.

HAMILTON

Then why are you in a cell?

Clown stands in his regular posture, only half smiling.

CLOWN

Well, Roy and Leo threw me in here when Leonard turned seventeen. I guess they wanted him to mature and be a desk job type. They forced him to rethink his life and he hasn’t adjusted well, clearly. Especially after the events of the past few years.

FRANK

Multiple personalities?

Clown claps and smiles, pointing at Frank.

CLOWN

You catch on really quick, Frank.

TREVOR

Why do you keep showing up at different memories of Leonard’s life?

Clown looks at him like he’s stupid.

CLOWN

He has the Memory Complex. I appear randomly because sometimes the door is here... Sometimes it’s not.

FRANK

Whys that?

CLOWN

The mind is ripping itself apart. Soon the temple Leonard calls his body will shut down and we’ll all die.

HAMILTON

Why don’t they just get rid of you? You’re in a cell, they could easily manage it.

CLOWN

They can’t kill Leonard’s best friend, now, can they?

Frank places the gun on Clown’s forehead.

FRANK

I can.

Trevor grabs Frank’s arm.

TREVOR

Frank!

TREVOR (CONT’D)

This is just someone Leonard created to adjust through his childhood trauma. Can’t you see that? He doesn’t even look like Leonard, he’s not what we’re here for.

CLOWN

You don’t even have bullets anyway.

They all stare at Clown with confusion, and curiosity.

FRANK

How did you-

CLOWN

You just told me.

Clown steps back calmly and sits on his bench inside the cell.

Frank lowers the gun.

TREVOR

Frank, think about it. Leo and Roy have names that originate from Leonard’s. Leonard Conroy. Connor isn’t in that at all.

Frank breaths slowly, considering this.

FRANK

All those times you gave us different stuff, why’d you do it?

CLOWN

A way to defend yourself. Since I am imaginary, I can make anything appear. Just depends on-

HAMILTON

- your mood?

Clown smirks.

CLOWN

My strength.

TREVOR

Why a gun with no bullets?

Clown slaps his knees in an exclaiming manner, then stands up.

CLOWN

I had to be quick, I snatched the key and made a gun. Then I got caught before I could make any bullets. I’ve been in this cell for so long, I can only recuperate my strength when the door fades away.

Hamilton steps to the cell door, beside Frank and Trevor.

HAMILTON

I saw someone who looked exactly like me.

CLOWN

You’re losing yourself. I can’t make demented projections of other people. I’m imaginary, not a god.

FRANK

Why did you try to give Trevor a key?

Clown steps to the cell as Trevor and Hamilton step back. Frank stays close, making close eye contact with Clown, who leans on the cell bars from inside of it.

CLOWN

I told you, I want to help. I can’t do that at my full potential unless I’m free.

FRANK

Give me a reason why we should trust you.

CLOWN

You wouldn’t have made it this far without my help.

FRANK

What about Leo? He told us where to go.

CLOWN

Did it ever cross your mind that he might have wanted you to run into Marshall?

Frank tightens his jaw, still keeping eye contact with Clown.

After a moment, Clown turns around and slowly paces to the center of the cell.

CLOWN (CONT’D)

Leo speaks of peace, but if anything, he’s a puppet like us.

TREVOR

He’s being used?

CLOWN

Yes and no. He supports everything Roy wants with Leonard. He is undeniably faithful to him.

FRANK

What does Roy want?

Clown turns back to face Frank.

CLOWN

To control Leonard’s body. Roy and Leo are what’s causing Leonard to have violent outbursts.

FRANK

So, their trying to kill each other?

Clown chuckles a bit.

CLOWN

This isn’t the Tragedy of Julius Caesar, Frank. It’s much more complicated than that.

Clown paces himself to be in close eye contact with Frank.

CLOWN (CONT’D)

Their very presence is ripping his mind apart. They can’t kill each other.

HAMILTON

But you can?

Clown’s smile becomes a grim muscle of tension.

CLOWN

Leo, yes. Roy is a different story. Roy runs the show. Leo holds the key to this cell and he’ll be here soon.

TREVOR

Oh, fuck.

CLOWN

I suggest you keep moving, boys.

FRANK

What do you want in all this? Roy and Leo want to control Leonard, but what about you? What do you get?

Clown smirks and pulls up his sleeves.

CLOWN

I get to be reunited with my best friend.

HAMILTON

How are the memories important to the situation?

Clown looks at Hamilton.

CLOWN

It’s Leonard’s subconscious. His memories are what molded Roy, Leo, and me. Molded him. His trauma fuels them, but his fantasies fuel me. This cage represents his failure to imagine further. To be happy. They want him to live by the real world’s rules.

Clown looks back at Frank.

CLOWN

I want him to live by his own. To be his own entity in the universe.

Clown points his index finger at Frank.

CLOWN (CONT’D)

Marshall will be an issue.

Frank breaths heavily, listening to the clown’s persuasive words.

CLOWN (CONT’D)

He has become part of Leonard’s mind. Kill him, and I’ll deal with Leo. Then, when the opportunity shows itself, you can give Roy what’s coming to him. Leonard will form a new conscious of his own, and I’ll be free.

Frank looks more into Clown’s eyes, noticing a bargain.

CLOWN

Deal?

Trevor looks at Frank as he considers Clown’s proposal.

TREVOR

Frank...

FRANK

Deal.

Trevor looks at Frank, who steps back from the cell. Clown smiles and begins to laugh maniacally.

CLOWN

Take the door to your right. You’ll have a better chance of finding Marshall in this maze of memoirs.

Clown laughs louder as they step to the door the clown directed them to. Clown sings an eerie tune.

CLOWN (CONT’D)

We dance in the pale sunlight, created by a space of decay.

They stare at him as he murmurs his lunatic tune, slowly stepping inside the room the door leads to.

CLOWN (CONT’D)

Embrace your sins.

And become the chaos

Of a dying dream.

He laughs maniacally into the air, it grows louder and louder, echoing into the Hallway.

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