Final Script

You Are Not Alone Script

Pt1, Ignorance:

EXT.OPEN FIELD

Timmy stands on a hill. He stands very still. The memory of his late mother runs in his head. Somehow, he feels the presence of her spirit approaching him. As she put her hand on his shoulder, he closes his eyes and tilts his head downwards. The wind blows and the grass lean, flowing in its direction. He then walks away from the site.

Misha too stands on a hill, She too stands very still. Her melancholic state casts images of her insecurities. She too tilts down her head and slowly walks away.

TIMMY AND MISHA

Does love exist?

TIMMY

Are you still here with me mother?

MISHA

This, this thing that I am doing.

If it is happiness, why does it

feel so wrong?

TIMMY

Mother, why do you forsake me? Your

love has been replaced by fear, the

fear of love.

MISHA

These, these eyes, why do they stab

at me everywhere i go? Are they

mocking me?

TIMMY AND MISHA

Why? Why is the only feeling I am

capable of is a sense of

worthlessness?

INT. TIMMY'S HOUSE

It is dusk. The walls look dry. Silence hangs in the air. On the table dinner is served. Two plates one for Timmy and the other, his Dad. His Dad tucks in quietly, his eyes glued looking down on his meals as if avoiding eye contact with the stoic figure that sits before him. Timmy still sits quietly, not touching his food. His Dad finishes his food, and then proceeds to walk off. As Dad goes out of the picture, Timmy starts to eat, one slow mouthful after the other.

INT. MISHA'S HOUSE

It is dusk. Misha's Mum serves her a plate of food. A flower lays on the table. The food goes untouched. The flower slowly wilts, and it finally dies. Misha takes a bite of her food then proceeds to head to her room. Upon reaching her room, she checks stands in front of her mirror for a while. She touches her waist, measures her girth. She then stands for an amount of time, motionless she sighs and then walks off. She is now, bending over, her face directly over the toilet bowl. She stays that way for an amount of time before walking out of the toilet, wiping her face. She checks her girth again. She looks disappointed.

EXT. HAJI LANE

Timmy walks around, looking fazed. In his hand he holds a pen and in the other is his sketch book. Stopping now and then to sit, and sketch. But now and then, he'll tear that page up and throws it away. His head darts slowly from left to right in all directions. He starts walking and then comes to halt, scanning through the area, seemingly looking for inspiration for his next sketch. He continues walking till he comes across a homeless man holding up a cardboard with something written on it, it says "Love Exists". He stops and sat opposite the homeless man and began sketching him. When he finished, he went towards him, looks at the man, checked his pockets for coins but only to find a photo of his late mum. He looks at the cardboard sign then to his mum’s photo, looking pissed off, he shoved the photo back into his pocket and walks off. Left behind, the crumpled paper opens up, it is a sketch of his mum.

EXT. AROUND ORCHARD ROAD

Both Timmy and Misha walk around Orchard Road, crossing each other's path, but never within each other's sight.

EXT. OUTSIDE TAKASHIMAYA SHOPPING CENTRE

It is a bright sunny day, but contrastingly Timmy sits on a bench.

On his hands is a photo of his mum, whom had passed away long ago when he was a kid. He just sits there, quietly, as the world passes him by, even when another silent figure akin to him passes him by. Eventually, a friend of his stumbled upon the brooding figure, then calls upon him. Timmy just looks up then looks down again on the photo. The friend, scratches his head, both in amusement and in confusion. The friend thugs his shoulder, points out to a direction, asking him to go somewhere with him. Once again, he looks up, now turning to his side, and absorbs himself on the photo.

EXT. OUTSIDE TAKASHIMAYA SHOPPING CENTRE

Misha now stands rooted to the ground. The crowd passes her by. She stands there, confirming to the fact that no one cares, no one cares about a fat girl, and when they look, it's only because she's fat. Then suddenly, the clutch she was holding drops on the floor. People walk past, uncaring, until finally someone helps her picks it up, but she just stares at the guy albeit intimidatingly, the guy then gets intimidated and then puts the bag down, apologizing.

Misha and Timmy gazed into the nothingness of the crowd as it passes by slowly.

EXT. THE PEACE TREE

Misha holds a journal and she pens her thoughts in it, hoping that one day someone will come to answer knowing that the tree was once where love has sprouted due to the two kiddy toys lying around with names and hearts carved into it. She slots in her thoughts somewhere on the tree. Joining her current thoughts are dozens of other thoughts she had penned long ago.

Moments later, after Misha is gone, Timmy arrives at the spot where Misha was. Timmy still holding his photograph and of the names on the photograph corresponds to the name of the woman in the photo, the photo of his mum. Then suddenly he snaps. As his browns suddenly frowns and he clenched his fists. He unwittingly kicks the spot where Misha stashes her letters, and finally exposing her letters.

Pt2, Exposure:

BLACK SCREEN

MISHA

These two toys with love carved into each other.

It reminds me of me. For I am but two toys, which means

I may never be one. But I am different unlike these two toys. Different for I do not like the other and I will never, ever be one.

EXT.OPEN FIELD

Timmy sits by the tree. Everything is relatively serene. There is a certain sense of vigor that is unnatural of Timmy. He has on his hands a pencil and his sketchbook. He seems to be penning down his thoughts, or rather more accurately his replies to Misha's thoughts. He occasionally puts the butt of his pencil upon his lips, as if in deep thought. He also leans his head from left to right, signalling interest. As soon as he finished his reply to Misha, he tore it out of his sketch book, folded it nicely and placed it with all of the letters.

Then he slowly walks away from the tree, on his way he turned back and looked at the tree and tilted his head. He turned back and continued walking

TIMMY

I find it hard to comprehend this concept for I myself am not a master of it. Where does one go from here? What is this feeling this sense of kindred bring? This... this warm feeling?

A few hours later, Misha reaches upon that tree. She saw something amiss. She lets her curiosity get the better of her and reads the alien piece of paper. Upon opening that piece of paper, and also upon her disbeliefs, she digs her head deeper into that piece of paper.

This similar scene goes on for three days.

INT. TIMMY'S HOUSE

Timmy, lies on the balcony. The letters now rain on him like a shower of paper. Upon his hands are the letters that he has accumulated since. He feels very dreamy, he would occasionally read it and then put the letters close to his chest and just stare at the sky. Timmy rubs his chin, he has thought of something- he wants to meet who this kindred spirit is.

INT. MISHA'S HOUSE

Misha too sits on the floor of her room. Letters too rain on her like showers of paper. Letters that has been exchanged lay carelessly on the ground. She lies on her bed, puts her hands around her waists, and then spreads her arm around, finally smiling looking free. Free of her mental burdens. Misha puts her finger on her lips, she has thought of something- she wants to meet who this kindred spirit is.

EXT. OPEN FIELD

They both decide to plant themselves somewhere hidden earlier than usual.

They occasionally steal a glance at the tree, hoping one another would pop out. But they feel disappointed because it never happens. And it will never will, no matter how many times they look at their watches or how many times they stick their heads out or look at the letters that they have.

They go back empty handed.

EXT. HAJI LANE

Timmy walks past the same homeless man. In his sign now reads, 'If love is a treasure, then it'd be a treasure hunt, which makes you the treasure hunter.'

Timmy squats, now eye to eye with the homeless man, he slaps the

sign down. He stands up, stares down on the homeless man and then walks off. The homeless man sports a smug grin.

Minutes later, Misha walks the same way and eventually passing by the homeless man. She stares down at the homeless man. Seeing his predicament, he helps the man with his sign. She picks up the sign, but now, the sign has words on both side, one was the words that Timmy has seen, the other side has the words 'Now that you've shown you're capable of love, love yourself.'

Misha stares down at the homeless man again. The homeless man gives an assuring nod which leaves Misha confused and scratching her head.

Pt3, Denial:

BLACK SCREEN

TIMMY AND MISHA

Why do I even bother? For it is too good to be true.

EXT. OPEN FIELD

Timmy stands at the open field. He burns the pieces of paper he holds in his hands. He lights them up with a lighter. It slowly burns and he throws it down just as the flame was about to touch his hand. On the ground, lay some remnants of paper which are now ashes. He steps on the ashes when he's done.

TIMMY

I am but cursed by

the haunting spirit of my Mother's

ghost. For only ashes are all that's

left which bear remnant to the love

that was just about to be, love

that could have been. All but

ashes, like mother, and her love.

INT. MISHA'S HOUSE

Misha stands in front of her mirror once again. On her hand she holds a lipstick her hair is messy her clothes are all wrinkly; she looks distraught. She holds up the lipstick in her hands and starts to draw on her reflection an outline of her body. But that outline appears thinner. She begins to draw more aggressively and she proceeds up back to her face and draws a big ugly smile. After that she draws on her chest a big heart shape, only to scribble hard and fast over it, destroying that perfect heart. She is now breathing heavily she then begins to knock on her reflection with her own two fists.

MISHA

I am but cursed

with this, this body. I do not

blame him or her, or whoever that

might be. Who in their right mind

would dare to bear witness to a

person such as I. A monstrosity of

flesh, blood and hair.

BLACK SCREEN

TIMMY

Why? Why? does he bother? Doesn't

he know that when he bothers, he is

but only being a bother? Why is he

trying to make up for the mistake

that wasn't his or anyone's fault.

INT. TIMMY'S HOUSE

Timmy now lays on his bed his pencils strewn all over the floor, he tries to draw, but all he could achieve whenever he tries were images of his mum and the image of hearts. He also stabs some of his drawings with such malicious force. After every page he would tear it out vigorously, scrunch it up and then proceeds to sketch on the next page. He does this till his sketch book runs out of paper and his room is full of balls of paper he also finally throws his empty sketch book on the floor vigorously. Outside of his room, his dad watches on. Timmy then noticed his dad and then goes to close his door, on his father's face. Moments later, when Timmy is not in his room, his father proceeds to unravel the pieces of paper balls and finally picks up his sketch book that has been emptied out.

MISHA

Why? Why does she bother? Doesn't

she know that when she bothers, she

is but only being a bother? Is she

trying to make me less desirable?

INT. MISHA'S HOUSE

Misha is now being served some dinner. But now, instead of even eating a bite, she walks off just as the food is being put onto the table which leaves her mum confused and a little distressed. Misha then leaves to look out the window. Her mum feeling distressed goes into her room, hoping to snoop and find out any clues as to what's happening to her child. Misha's mum disappears into Misha's room. Moments later, Misha having enough of the night sky decides to go into her room. Upon entering she saw her mum with a cloth in one hand and unknowing to her that the lipstick that she used before was on the other. Misha goes berserk. She starts to pull her hair, her body goes into various contusions; she is having a fit.

Misha quickly grabs the cloth that she thought her mum was going to use on the drawing on her mirror and throws it away. Her mum relents at first, but then decides again. Misha goes into another fit and then lays her head on the mirror, as if resigning to her fate and then slides down eventually sitting down on the floor.

Pt4, Acceptance:

BLACK SCREEN

TIMMY AND MISHA

And, and him. What rubbish is he

spewing. Does he serves to help me, or

mock me?

EXT. HAJI LANE

Timmy and Misha are both walking from separate locations, but their paths dictates that they will both converge in one location. They both look confused and a little angry. When both souls clash, they never noticed. Both distracted by the beggar who was by now beckoning them to come to him and see what he has in store for them. But they see nothing, even after both of them peers closely into it. It is just blank. So the beggar prompts them to take off their masks for which at first they are hesitant to do at first but eventually relents. Upon taking off their masks they peer again at the piece of paper for which words are now visible, and the words read: Now you can see, can't you, but can you look?

Can you look around, can you?

Upon seeing that verse, they both turn their heads. They stare at each other for awhile. And they blush.

CAPTIONS

There, it's that feeling again.

That same feeling I have, the feeling

of brought upon by something kindred.

That feeling, of....hope and love.

INT. MISHA'S HOUSE

Misha is at home, she looks happy and there is a certain bounce in her movements. She passes by her mirror, she sighs, and knowing she can't help it, seeming hesitant, looks into the reflection. She closes her eyes at first but when she opens it and to her surprise, her body is smaller than the outline. She pauses for a moment. Then she freaks. She does some poses on her mirror knowing that she has now achieved her favoured outline. Noticing her lips being a little dry and flaky, she decides to use her lipstick. But she could not find it. She goes on a search for it and ransacked her room. Finally her mum walks into her room, holding her lipstick. Misha looks confused. She is now in a crouched position. She turns her head to her mum, and then to the mirror, and then to her mum again, and then to the mirror again and then she goes to her mum and hugs her. Her mum smiles she smiles.

INT. TIMMY'S HOUSE

Timmy reaches home and on the table are all his previously scrunched up balls of paper all straightened up albeit still wrinkly with creases. And next to it is something else, a brand new sketch book. He lifts the sketch book up and sees another gift, his best drawing of his mum, framed up. He wonders for a while. And then goes into his Dad's room and sees him sleeping, he scratches his head and smiles.

EXT. THE PEACE TREE

Timmy is now taking a walk with his brand new sketch book and his mask in hand and is enjoying the view, absorbing everything like he had never before. For once he doesn't seem sad. There is life in his lifeless face.

Misha is too now taking a walk. She is looking her best too. She moves with such fluidity. On her hand are a pencil and a piece of paper and her mask. She looks around her head slowly turning from left to right and she is too absorbing everything.

Upon nearing the tree where they spill their thoughts, they finally see each other. Standing at an equidistant space between themselves and the tree, they stop for a while. Then they wear their masks. They near each other and then they caress each other's face or rather mask. Then they sit down back to each other and begin writing.

MISHA

Are you....?

TIMMY

Yes I guess...and are you...?

MISHA

Yes too I guess.

Both of them takes off their masks and then lies down on the floor smiling. They continued writing to each other letters and laughing.

EXT. TRAIN TRACKS

Misha guides Timmy's had as they walk on the rail. Misha's smile is wide as ever. The whole atmosphere is serene

MISHA AND TIMMY

The yearning is over...a void no more...

For I am not alone..