“Demystifying – whenever you learn something that you don’t know, you’re going to have to tell me. And when I know something you don’t know, I promise I’ll tell you.”

From Tim Ferris podcast interview

“Get rid of anything that gets in your way”

“You are in charge of things”

“In order to have, you have to do”

“Follow your heart and your body will catch up”

“Now that I’m rich, what would a rich man do?”

“You are what you are now, this is all you have.” “You have to be it now.”

Memento dashboard: “Forget all the reasons why it won’t work and believe the one reason why it will.” Unknown

I mean, I don’t forget that you had to lie to me about being on your period to refrain from being honest at stating how much of a dictatorial tyrant I apparently am.
ELIZABETH: Richard, it’s not like that. You’re taking this the wrong way.
RICHARD: Taking this the wrong way? You had sex with another man, lied to me about that… Lied to me about the reasoning for your bad mood and lied to me about God knows what else.
Richard takes in a deep breath.
RICHARD: I’m taking this the wrong way? How should I be taking it?
ELIZABETH: [moving towards Richard] Look —
RICHARD: — Please don’t come closer.
ELIZABETH: Why?
RICHARD: Because I would prefer that you didn’t.
Richard stands up and walks toward the doorway.
ELIZABETH: Where are you going???
RICHARD: Out.
ELIZABETH: Richard?
Richard ignores her and leaves. Elizabeth lowers herself onto the bed and thrusts her face into the quilt.
CUT TO:
INT. UNIVERSITY OFFICES – RICHARD’S OFFICE
Richard sits at his desk and opens a drawer. He notices Elizabeth’s photo before pulling out a nearly full container of Paracetamol.
He heads to his connected bathroom, locking the door behind him.
INT. RICHARD’s OFFICE BATHROOM – CONTINUOUS
RICHARD (V.O.): I guess this is it.
Richard unscrews the Paracetamol cap and empties the content into a drinking glass. He covers it in mouthwash and adds a tile spray-cleaning product.
RICHARD (V.O.): This is going to hurt.
Richard closes his eyes tightly and cringes as he lifts the glass towards his mouth. Taking an accidental whiff of the concoction he coughs.
RICHARD (V.O.): No. I can’t do this. I can’t.
Richard opens up his toilet and flushes away the concoction.
RICHARD (V.O.): Why am I doing this? Things could improve. No, they couldn’t. I don’t want to do this again. I don’t want this sort of pain. I have nothing to look forward to. I’m going to get this done.
He picks up a shaving razor and removes the blade from the handle then stares at his reflection.
RICHARD (V.O.): Richard, Richard, Richard. What have you become? [slowly] What have you become?
Richard undoes his left shirt cuff and wrenches the sleeve up to his elbow. He tenses his arm to reveal a vein and places the blade above it.
RICHARD (V.O.): When I die, she will be… [long pause] No, I can’t do it this way. She’ll blame herself. She’ll have her life ruined. I can’t do this. I can’t ruin her. I can’t embed my memory and make her life filled with guilt. I can’t.
He re-attaches the blade to the razor handle.
FADE TO:
INT. WELL LIT RESTAURANT – EARLY AFTERNOON
Richard sits opposite STUART (56, short, bald, chubby) with a half empty glass of neat whisky before him. Stuart sips on a Guinness.
RICHARD: (pale, bewildered) I just can’t do this anymore. I don’t see why I should have to. At my age, with my experiences I know what lurks ahead.
Richard takes a sip of whisky. He strokes the glass while he talks.

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