The Memory Complex

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Chapter 8

INT. MEMORY ROOM #4

Frank pauses the video, looking at the ground.

FRANK

I’ve uh... I’ve seen enough.

Frank stands up, wiping his eyes to try to accept what he has just seen.

Trevor and Hamilton look on at Frank.

TREVOR

How you feeling?

FRANK

Yeah, just need a minute.

Frank is instantly tackled to the ground by Marshall!

Trevor grabs the gun as Marshall lunges his knife toward Frank’s neck.

Frank catches Marshall’s wrists, stopping the knife from plunging into his Adam’s apple!

Trevor pulls the trigger- hitting Marshall’s shoulder, throwing him off of Frank, who stands to step beside Trevor.

Hamilton steps back, frightened!

Marshall grunts as he stands up.

He analyzes his shoulder and laughs.

Trevor holds the gun in perfect aim for Marshall.

MARSHALL

Damn, that felt kinda good.

TREVOR

You’re psychotic.

MARSHALL

Sanity is an idea.

FRANK

That’s what you’re becoming-an idea inside Leonard’s head! Marshall snap out of it!

Marshall laughs into the air in psychotic mockery.

MARSHALL

Frank, I’ve never felt so Alive!

TREVOR

Marshall, we don’t wanna kill you. This isn’t who you are. Don’t do this, please.

Marshall steps back a bit, picking up his knife.

MARSHALL

I’m only doing what any person would do. Becoming a chaos.

TREVOR

Marshall....

MARSHALL

Don’t “Marshall” me, you basterd.

FRANK

We don’t have time for this.

Frank forcibly takes the gun from Trevor and points it at Marshall, who begins to charge toward them!

TREVOR

No! Frank!

Frank pulls the trigger, shooting Marshall in the stomach!

Trevor punches Frank, throwing him to the ground.

Marshall slaps the ground beside Trevor’s feet, seeming dead.

TREVOR

What the hell, Frank?!

FRANK

He was too far gone!

TREVOR

That doesn’t mean we kill him! Especially when he’s one of our friends!

FRANK

Oh, fuck you!

Frank stands up to his feet.

FRANK (CONT’D)

He killed Amy!

TREVOR

So, this-that’s an excuse to kill people? Revenge!?

FRANK

Yes! Yes, that’s exactly what this is!

TREVOR

I didn’t sign up to kill anyone, Frank! I wanted to help people!

FRANK

So did I! I wanted to help Amy! And he took her away from me, let me torture myself! For years! For years, Trevor!!!!

TREVOR

He’s our friend, we could have helped him! He regained sanity when he got out of Amy’s subconscious, who’s to say it wouldn’t work?!

FRANK

This is the only way! Connor will lead Roy here-

TREVOR

Oh, so we trust a clown whose been locked up in a cell for almost a decade?!?!

Marshall grasps his knife as he lays on the ground.

FRANK

Yes! We trust him!!

TREVOR

Marshall was your friend, Frank.

FRANK

No, he’s not!! He never was!

Trevor stares at Frank, trying to fathom what Frank is saying.

TREVOR

And... And am I not your friend either?

Frank breaths deeply, looking at Trevor, then at Hamilton.

FRANK

That’s not what I meant.

Marshall stands to his feet from behind Trevor.

He wraps his right arm around Marshall’s neck, holding him in a head lock, and stabbing the knife into Trevor’s chest!

FRANK

No!!!!!!!

Marshall thrusts the blade in and out of Trevor’s body, making fatal wounds!

Frank points the gun at Marshall, but can’t get a good aim without killing Trevor.

MARSHALL

Pull the trigger! Do it!

Hamilton grabs Marshall and throws him away from Trevor, who falls to the ground!

Frank aims the gun at Marshall, but he throws his knife at Frank, causing him to dodge!

Marshall charges to tackle Frank, but he quickly recovers and shoots Marshall in the chest! Marshall’s body hits the ground, sliding past Frank’s feet.

Frank looks to see Hamilton holding Trevor as he bleeds half to death.

He drops the gun and rushes to Trevor’s aid.

Frank crouches to his knees.

FRANK

Back away.

HAMILTON

What?

Frank pushes Hamilton away from Trevor.

FRANK

I said back away!

TREVOR

Frank...

Frank looks at Trevor. Trevor’s voice is very faint. He coughs.

TREVOR (CONT’D)

I-I don’t think I’m gonna make it....

Frank tries to put pressure on Trevor’s chest, trying to keep him alive.

FRANK

No, no, no, no, no. Trevor, you’re gonna be fine. Just hang on...

TREVOR

No, Frank.

Their eyes make contact. Trevor tries to laugh, but coughs instead.

TREVOR (CONT’D)

Not this time, mate.

Frank tears up as he places his hand on Trevor’s shoulder.

TREVOR (CONT’D)

Frank...

Frank stays silent, then looks at Hamilton, who breaths in speechless blur.

TREVOR

Frank, talk to me.

Frank looks at Trevor, trying to reassure his friend or himself.

FRANK

Yeah... uh, what about, buddy?

TREVOR

Just, uh-

He coughs up a small bit of blood.

TREVOR (CONT’D)

Just.... T-Tell me what you’re gonna do after this...

FRANK

Well, uh...

Frank grabs Trevor’s hand and tightens his grip on his friend’s pulsating palm.

FRANK

I’m gonna drink some whiskey. Then, uh... move to the Bahamas. Amy always wanted to go there. I’m gonna start over, start fresh. A new life, maybe. I don’t know... Something like that...

Frank rank tries to smile.

Trevor coughs again.

TREVOR

That’s so gay.

They both laugh, Hamilton watches the two friends, feeling a great shroud of sympathy for these companions.

FRANK

I-I wasn’t trying to say you weren’t my friend.

TREVOR

I know.

FRANK

You’re my closest friend, Trevor.

Trevor sheds a tear from one of his eyes.

TREVOR

You’re mine too. H-Hey....

Frank tries to smile. Trevor coughs more.

TREVOR (CONT’D)

Your plan sucks. Let’s, uh, let’s just... go to France. We’ll form a rock band like we tried to in high school... Live off our earnings. Die as free spirits, man...

Frank nods in agreeance.

FRANK

That-that sounds good to me, Trevor.

TREVOR

We could.... we could play checkers every Thursday.... And make our own beer like we used to...... And....

He loses grip of Frank hand and slowly closes his eyes. His voice being to fade as his life slips away from him.

TREVOR (CONT’D)

.... We’ll stare at the stars on a rooftop, just to feel.... something... again...

Trevor dies with these last words.

Frank nudges him, in an attempt to wake him from a silent sleep.

FRANK

Trevor? Trevor...

Hamilton stares at Frank as he lays his head on Trevor’s shoulder, we hear him weep and cry as he takes the acceptance of his friend’s death.

Frank sits up, after a moment, and wipes the tears from his face.

He looks at Hamilton.

FRANK

Come on... Let’s finish this...

Frank lays Trevor’s body down and walks over to pick up the gun. A doorway appears as he stands, holding the gun. The two walk to the doorway and step through it.

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