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Thursday
April 24, 2014
10:28pm EDT


Rated: 13+ | Script/Play | Comedy | #1397105
Two men are trapped in a room together as one quickly descends into madness.
INT. BOARD ROOM - DAY

GERALD (Middle aged, well composed manager type) sits across from JERRY (youngerand slightly awkward) who sits at the table, taking notes.

GERALD
--and so I tied him to the bed and beat him within an inch of his life!

Beat.

Gerald starts to laugh, and Jerry, relieved, joins in.

JERRY
I hear ya!

GERALD
Good. Hey, could you grab the Pickling file? Itís right on the table.

JERRY
Right.

Jerry grabs the folder sitting on the display while Gerald reaches for the door. He grabs the doorknob and jiggles it. He stops, and jiggles it again.

GERALD
Hmm. Seemís weíre uh, locked in.

JERRY
What? But we have the Pickling meeting in fifteen minutes!

GERALD
Calm down, itís not a big deal.

Gerald tries the door again.

GERALD (CONT'D)
Itís gonna be fine.

Gerald rattles the door knob one more time. He stops and stares at the door for a moment, then starts fumbling more frantically.

GERALD (CONT'D)
Weíre locked in.

JERRY
Yeah, but hopefully someoneíll come soon--

GERALD
Weíre all gonna die man! Weíre all gonna die!

JERRY
Pull yourself together! Weíre not gonna die!

Gerald starts pacing around the room, mumbling to himself.

GERALD
You don't understand Jerry, I have a condition. Weíre gonna starve man, weíre never leaving this room.

JERRY
Look, just calm down and--

GERALD
Iím too young to die! Iím not going to starve here!

Gerald gets back to the door and starts fumbling with the doorknob again.

JERRY
Hey, remember the time we got lost on that hiking trail? That team building exercise? We survived, didnít we?

GERALD
Ye...Yeah...

JERRY
And that mountain climbing morale day? Weíll be fine!

GERALD
Youíre right.

Gerald stops and turns around, his face thoughtful, yet serene.

GERALD (CONT'D)
Weíre not gonna starve. Weíll be fine.

JERRY
See, now youíre getting--

GERALD
I just have to eat you.

JERRY
...what?

GERALD
Itís the only way weíre gonna survive. In order for one of us to live, the other must die.

JERRY
Thatís insane!

GERALD
Is it Jerry, is it really?

JERRY
Yes! Yes it is!

Gerald sighs deeply.

GERALD
See, thatís why youíll never make management. You have to be proactive in this business if youíre going to survive.

Gerald rips the BBQ sauce off the display.

JERRY
What the hell?

GERALD
What, you expect me to eat you without any seasoning? Thatís gross, Jerry. Thatís just barbaric.

JERRY
Wait wait wait--

GERALD
I told you! This is about survival! Do you want to die?

JERRY
Of course not!

GERALD
Then I have to kill you. Itís the only way.

JERRY
That doesnít make any sen--

GERALD
Look, in this business we have to make decisions. One must choose what they want, and take it! Proactivity, Jerry. Proactivity.

Gerald advances on Jerry with a hungry look in his eyes.

JERRY
But--

GERALD
No, Iím sorry. Thereís a reason Iím in management and youíre in human resources. You just donít have what it takes to do what I do.

JERRY
Eat people?

GERALD
Darn tootiní!

Gerald lunges at Jerry, who dodges and runs to the other side of the room, banging on the walls, SHOUTING for help.

Gerald slowly reaches into his jacket and removes a fork. He grins at Jerry.

JERRY
Now wait just a second--

GERALD
No waiting, Jerry! Take action! Live in the moment! Do what needs to be done! Eat or be eaten!

Gerald laughs manically, and then leaps at Jerry. Jerry grabs one of the plastic folding chairs and beans Gerald in the head. Gerald goes down onto the floor.

Jerry raises the chair and brings it down, hard. He raises it again, and slams it down, again, and again, and again. Finally, he stops, wiping the sweat from his brow.

The door knob rattles. Jerry turns and freezes. The door opens and KAREN (middle aged managerial type) comes in, smiling widely carrying a clipboard.

KAREN
So howís the-- OH MY GOD!

She gasps in horror, raising both hands to her face.

JERRY
Look, this isnít what it seems--

KAREN
You killed him!

JERRY
He was going to eat me!

KAREN
No he wasnít!

JERRY
Yes he was! He had this fork and was going all jabby jabby at me!

Karen looks up at Jerry, horrified.

KAREN
That was part of the training simulation. This was a training program to raise pro-activity through fear.

JERRY
It was a simulation?

KAREN
Yes!

Jerry looks down at the corpse then back at Karen. Jerry reaches for the file and grabs it. He starts towards the door.

KAREN (CONT'D)
What are you doing?

JERRY
The Pickling meeting is in ten minutes. Canít be idle in this business. Proactivity, Karen. Proactivity.

Jerry leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Karen stares off into space, then smiles. She ticks something off on her clipboard.

FADE OUT.

THE END.
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