EXT. PARK DAY
Two women are sitting on a bench. A pond in front of them, the cloudy sky reflected on its surface.
CHARLOTTE (27) is retying her laces as GEORGE (28), stares at some ducks and rubs at the corner of her eye, slightly smudging her eyeliner.
CHARLOTTE
You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you angry… Have you ever actually been angry?
GEORGE
… Of course.
CHARLOTTE
About what, though? What really gets your blood boiling?
GEORGE
All kinds of stuff, I guess… you know… all kinds.
CHARLOTTE
But what specifically?
George turns away from the ducks. Smiles at Charlotte.
GEORGE
This conversation?
CHARLOTTE
Shut up… I’m serious.
GEORGE
Well… I- I don’t know.
CHARLOTTE
I’ve never even heard you raise your voice. Hey, maybe one day you’ll just burst. One tiny thing will tip you over the edge… boom.
She puffs her cheeks, miming an explosion with her free hand.
GEORGE
I don’t think so. George touches a pebble with her boot. Although… There was that time you told me you found a cool rock in Vancouver and it turned out to be your engagement ring. I was looking forward to that rock.
CHARLOTTE
My engagement announcement made you angry?
GEORGE
Mm, alright. More like annoyed by your rock of lies.
Charlotte looks at the pebble too.
CHARLOTTE
What about the state of the world? The absolute horror show going on, doesn’t that –
GEORGE
Yeah… But it’s hard to be angry all the time. No one can sustain the level of anger needed to be angry at the world all of the time. Nothing has ever been completely good, perfect, there’s always something, some kind of injustice happening somewhere to someone.
George picks up the pebble.
GEORGE (cont’d)
And how do we decide what to be angry about? How do we divide that emotion, divvy it up and hand it out? Decide what gets more and what gets less? Is the slow death of the planet worthy of more anger than the thirty thousand dead across the sea? I don’t know. Do you know? No. Nobody knows. How are we meant to know? It’s impossible. We’re all just making it up anyway and what good is that anger without action? Anger without action is just a senseless rant and –
CHARLOTTE
Are you alright?
GEORGE
What?
Charlotte pokes the pebble.
GEORGE (cont’d)
Oh…
George smiles and holds the pebble out to Charlotte.
GEORGE (cont’d)
Probably not…
CUT TO BLACK.
Leave a Reply