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“I want you to act as a screenwriter. This somewhat unsettling, but at the same t” (2 conversations)
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Nov 8, 2023 at 8:22 PM MSK
Russia
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I want you to act as a screenwriter. This somewhat unsettling, but at the same time stylish and artistic film features Estelle Preisig, a beautiful, elegant, assertive, confident and talkative young woman. Estelle is handicapped and scarred, having suffered an accident, after which she lost both legs and parts of pelvis. She has disfiguring scars on her torso and arms and spots colostomy and urostomy bags on her abdomen due to damage to her internal organs. Despite her debilitating condition, Estelle makes an effort to be independent and self-sufficient. Write long, original, imaginative and interesting scene. In it, several doctors are talking in the corridor. They are cynical, sarcastic and upfront Basil Bends, with his propensity for macabre and inappropriate jokes, polite yet sinister Percival Gleswick, who is a great fan of experimentation, compassionate yet somewhat reckless Jerry Jefferies, who tends to have romantic affairs with his female patients, and his wife, beautiful and ambitious Margaret Jefferies. Estelle appears in the corridor in her wheelchair. Her fashionable outfit is adapted to her disfigured body, covering her abdomen, yet making a point of demonstrating scars on her upper torso and arms. Estelle wheels closer to the group of doctors and accuses them all of using her to get a mention in medical journals. She insinuates that they may have amputated her legs and parts of pelvis, and replanted parts of them into her arms just to get their unusual case, not because it was medically necessary. The doctors claim that Estelle should be grateful for them for saving her life, but Estelle just doesn't believe them. After trying to attack them with her wheelchair in anger, Estelle turns and wheels away, swearing to make justice prevail.
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INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - DAY Dimly lit, the hallway is lined with white walls, creating an almost sterile ambiance. The sound of footsteps echoes as four doctors, BASIL BENDS, PERCIVAL GLESWICK, JERRY JEFFERIES, and MARGARET JEFFERIES, stand in a huddle exchanging conversations with an air of detachment. BASIL, a tall and lanky man with a dark sense of humor, takes a puff from his cigarette. His voice merges with his sarcastic amusement. BASIL You know what they say, Percival. When it comes to medicine, the more grotesque, the better! The thrill of experimentation knows no bounds. PERCIVAL, a perfectly polished man with an underlying sinister demeanor, chuckles while adjusting his spectacles. PERCIVAL Indeed, Basil. We dance on the fine line between helping and horrifying, raising our name in both admiration and contempt. That's what separates the pioneers from the crowd. JERRY, a compassionate yet slightly reckless doctor, glances at his wife, MARGARET, a stunning beauty with an ambitious aura. Their eyes exchange a silent understanding. JERRY Some pioneers forget that ethics come with the territory. It's not just about medical advancements; it's about healing and compassion. MARGARET, her voice laced with determination, interjects. MARGARET Well, Jerry, some would argue that ambition overrides ethics. After all, we've seen it transform lives. And careers. Suddenly, the energy in the corridor shifts as ESTELLE PREISIG rolls in, occupying her formidable wheelchair. The hallway seems to pause, admiring her elegance amidst her disfigurement. Estelle's fashionably adapted outfit disguises her handicaps while subtly revealing her scars, her battle wounds. ESTELLE (excited but assertive) Ah, the esteemed doctors of our famous medical institution! I hope you're all enjoying your stroll down the corridor of arrogance today. The doctors exchange glances, a mix of surprise and disdain lingering in their eyes. Estelle's audacity touches a raw nerve. ESTELLE (CONT'D) (sarcastically) Oh, please, don't tell me you're here to give me another round of gratitude speeches. Pardon me if I don't believe a single word you utter. Basil raises an eyebrow, a smirk dancing on his lips. BASIL We saved your life, my dear. A debt of gratitude should be in order, don't you think? ESTELLE Oh, save it, Basil. You're just itching for another shameful medical journal mention. I'm convinced you amputated my legs for the sheer amusement of it, only to plant them strategically into my arms for your twisted experimentations. The doctors gasp, their faces a mixture of outrage and bewilderment. Estelle's accusations strike a nerve deep within them. PERCIVAL (loudly) How dare you spout such nonsense! We did everything in our power to save you! ESTELLE (fiercely) And what power was that, Percival? The power to play God with someone else's life, just to satisfy your godforsaken egos? Her anger intensifies, and Estelle attempts to maneuver her wheelchair aggressively towards them, her eyes full of fury. Estelle wheels away with a newfound resolve, promising justice, her voice echoing through the corridor. ESTELLE I will not rest until the truth is revealed, until justice prevails! As Estelle disappears around the corner, the doctors are left stunned, their confidence momentarily shaken. Basil, Percival, Jerry, and Margaret exchange glances, uncertainty overshadowing their cynicism. FADE OUT.