Stuck On Repeat ( Part 3: We Meet Corey )
INT. LARS STUDIO - DAY
(We see Lars sitting in front of his monitors. He swings around excitedly to speak to the cameras.)
After I found Big Tom, I went in search of the oldest of the group, Corey.
(We see a picture of young Corey with long flowing locks, leather jacket, generally just looking cool.)
His problems with alcohol were well documented. But what was not known, was the path he took after. Luckily, thanks to the Internet, it didn’t take long to discover his whereabouts.
(A web video plays with poor quality audio as cheap looking 3D graphics come on screen. 3D letters appear that read, “Corey’s 6 Steps to being you success. In 3 easy steps”. Corey materialises in a poorly keyed green screen)
Has life unzipped its pants and taken a dump on your chest? Well if so I’m here to tell you that you don’t have to take it. You can fight back! After all, there’s no “I” in “me”.
(We come back to Lars who has just pressed stop on the video.)
While attending a rehab clinic for alcoholism in the mid-nineties, he beautiful day in garden, he was touched by Jesus. Sadly Jesus was the clinic’s Mexican gardener "Jesús". His councillors feared that the incident would set him back to his old ways but instead of falling off the wagon, it made him stronger. He now travels the country as a motivational speaker.
INT. SCHOOL HALL - DAY
The earlier picture of Corey dissolves into modern day. He is reasonably well dressed. Now wears glasses and has a receding hairline.
You have claimed that the time you spent in rehab has given you a new outlook on life and an ability to help others. Is it ok if we film during one of your seminars?
Of course. Just set your cameras up and film away. But just to warn you, the last camera that tried to capture me in action burst into flames. The camera man lost two toenails and his ability to use words with the letter b in them.
Wow. Did that really happen?
(Corey leans back, puts his hands behind his head and smiles.)
You tell me.
Eh, (pause) what?
INT. SCHOOL HALL - DAY
(We look through a double door. One of them closed with a poorly constructed poster pinned to it. It looks like it was made by a child. Glitter and gold stars all over it. It's says “A reason to live, a reason to love - $5” with $10 an $20 crossed out. Through the other open door, an out of focus Corey stands preaching on a stage.)
Thank you for coming ladies and gentlemen. I understand how hard it was for some of you to take this step. Rest assured that you have made the right choice.
(A large man walks through the door. Now cut to Corey on stage with a headset on. He stops talking as he has noticed the man come in.)
Please take a seat. Make yourself at home.
(We now see his point of view. The hall is almost completely empty except for three or four others dotted around. He sits down awkwardly as far away as possible near the exit.)
Have you paid?
Paid, have you paid?
No. There was nobody out there to pay.
(We see an empty seat outside, with a money tin on the table. Corey mutters under his breath)
Damn Trevor. Where the hell is he now?
(We see the back of a man standing at a kids crane machine. The crane has just picked up a toy and Trevor’s hands go up in joy. It starts to move but then drops and he screams as he starts to shake the machine with rage.)
Ok. Come up here. You can give the money to me.
(The man shuffles awkwardly towards him through the chairs. He has to move them out of the way as he approaches. It takes him some time to get to Corey and the few people there are watching her. He finally gets to the stage where he opens his wallet and rummages through. He hands him the money. Corey takes it and counts it out.)
That only four.
Oh sorry. I’ll get another from my jacket.
Where’s your jacket?
(He looks around and points to the seat she was sitting in.)
Well go on. Get it then. Come on.
(He again, slowly and awkwardly makes his way back to his chair. He grabs his jacket and comes back, creating another moment. He hands him the dollar then turns to go back again but Corey, now clearly annoyed, shouts.)
Sit down! Just sit down for fuck sake!
(The man sits down panicked, clutching her jacket and staring at him nervously.)
Post views: 174