Don't Worry Dear

written by

Jesse Shea

sheaj@rider.edu
 
EXT. HOUSE PARTY-NIGHT
Several kids are sipping out of red solo cups on the porch
immersed in conversations. Loud music is blasting in the
background. Drew and Simon emerge from the house toward the
mustang parked on the street. Drew is stumbling drunk across
the lawn while Simon walks cautiously beside him.
SIMON
Drew are you sure you are OK to
drive?
DREW
What? Are you going to drive? You
are like 14. Just get in,I do this
all the time.
SIMON
Um maybe we can call someone to
pick us up or
DREW
Just get in Simon

Drew, unlocking the car, looks up at the porch

DREW (CONT’D)
Hey Peter! Awesome party man.
Peter is standing on the porch surrounding by a group of
people.
PETER
(slurring)
Fuck yeah bro
Drew unlocks the doors and him and Simon both get in the car.

INT. MUSTANG-NIGHT

Drew is fumbling with the keys laughing. He finally starts

the car and begins speeding down the street. Simon remains
silent, fidgeting with his phone.

DREW
First high school party lil cuz,
what did you think?

SIMON
It was alright
 2.

DREW
Alright? Just alright? Josh broke
his record for longest keg stand.
Still can’t believe he chugged for
two minutes straight. And did you
see Danielle. Damn she looked good.
Everyone was there tonight.
(laughing)
And I can't believe Stanley ripped
the bong so many times he passed
out in the bathroom. What a night.
SIMON
I guess it was fun
DREW
Listen lil cuz, if you wanna be
cool you gotta put down the comic
books and pick up a beer. Now its
my mission for you to be somebody
after I graduate this year. We will
get you on the baseball team, to
all the parties, and of course,get
you all the girls.
(pause)
Anyway what kind of music are you
into?

Drew begins scrolling through Apple Music on his phone not

looking at the road.

SIMON
(answers nervously)
Ummm..maybe some Third Eye Blind.

DREW
Third Eye Blind? Why are you
listening to washed up 90's bands?
Don't get me wrong Semi Charmed
Life is a jam, but no one listens
to that anymore.

SIMON
(panic in his voice and
staring at the road)
I don't know its just what I grew
up with, my parents always had them
on...umm can you keep your eyes on
the road.

Drew looks up at the road.

 3.

DREW
Oh relax Simon, you are always so
tense. Live on the edge a little
bit.
Ya know what I'm also going to get
you to loosen up a bit.
And while we are at it
(points at Simon's
glasses)
we will lose those too.

SIMON
Yeah..um..you are probably right. I
should relax a bit more
DREW
Glad to hear it! I'm going to put
on some Drake..

Drew looks back down to his phone. The car swerves into a
guard rail. Upon impact, the screen goes black. The engine is
roaring. Drew opens his eyes. Everything seems blurry. It
begins to come into focus, smoke is steaming from the front
of the car. The airbags have gone off. Drew looks over and
realizes that Simon is unconscious in the passenger's seat.
DREW:
(Nervously)
Simon..Simon are you ok?

Drew raises his hand to his head and discovers he is bleeding

profusely. He turns to Simon and begins shaking him. Tear
swell in his eyes and a look of pure horror springs on his
face.
DREW
Come on! Wake up. Please wake up.
Simon.
Simon has a huge gash across his forehead, blood painted all
over his face.
DREW (CONT’D)
Oh my God what have I done. WHAT
HAVE I FUCKING DONE.
Drew grabs a shirt from the back seat and ties it around
Simon's head to try and stop the bleeding. He begins
searching for his phone.
DREW (CONT’D)
Don't worry Simon, I'm going to
call for some help. Hang in there.
Please hang in there.
 4.

Drew is still searching for his phone

DREW (CONT’D)
WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?

Drew discovers the phone under his seat and he dials 911.
DREW (CONT’D)
(Rambling)
Hello..yes hello. There has been an
accident. I mean I got in an
accident. On Oakland Street. I hit
the rail. Its bad. My cousin. My
cousin is unconscious.
(pause)
Yes he is still breathing. But he's
bleeding a lot. I tried to stop the
blood. But it isn't working. Please
send help. Hes hurt. It's bad.
(pause)
Um i'd say about a mile south down
the road. Please hurry.
Drew hangs up the phone and looks back over at Simon.
DREW (CONT’D)
(Crying)
I'm so sorry Simon. I'm so sorry.
This is all my fault. I shouldn't
of gotten behind the wheel. I'm so
sorry. Please be alive. Please. I'm
sorry.

INTERCOM VOICE
End of Simulation
The world around Drew and Simon vanishes.

INT. LAB-NIGHT

Drew and Simon awake in a metallic colored room. They are

secured into reclining metal chairs,wires frantically
emerging from a device on their head. The room is basically
empty besides a desk filled with computer monitors. The
monitors are buzzing with formulas and numbers. A female
doctor emerges from a door behind the desk walking toward
them. Drew and Simon look at each other utterly confused. She
stops next to Drew's chair.
DR.ZELLA
Tremendous performance. Only your
second simulation and I think we
got it. The pain you endured.
(MORE)
 5.
DR.ZELLA (CONT’D)
And the fear. Oh dear the fear was
remarkable. Almost trembling with
guilt. And you (looking at Simon)
more hesitant to get in the car
this time around. I think one more
simulation should do the trick.
SIMON
(stuttering)
Simulation?
DR.ZELLA
Yes dear. Our latest project here
at FearMore is working with high
school students across the country.
We run various tests until you fear
getting behind the wheel drunk or
getting in the car with a drunk
driver. Its projected to save over
1 million lives.
DREW
(Angrily)
And they allow you to do this
without permission?
Drew moves his right hand trying to break free. Dr. Zella
takes off Drew's head device.
DR.ZELLA
Government order dear.
Dr.Zella goes over to Simon and takes off his head device,
then heads toward the desk.

DREW
(shouting)
But why haven’t I heard about this
before? Or anyone going through
this?

Dr.Zella now staring at the monitors.

DR.ZELLA
We wipe out your memory. You will
have no recollection of these
tests, merely the fear we instill
in you. Now don’t worry dear. Just
relax and sit back.

DREW
HOW CAN I (pauses)
 6.

Drew stares intently, looking horrified at Dr. Zella who had

just opened a drawer pulling out a long needle, in which she
began inserting a serum. She begins moving toward Drew.

DREW (CONT’D)
GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME

Drew tries to resist but is chained up. Simon looks

terrified, mumbling but can not get out any real words.
Dr.Zella injects the needle into Drew's neck, screen fades to
black.

INT. HOSPITAL-NOON
Middle aged man sitting on a hospital bed looking anxious.

DOCTOR:
Eric, your results are in. You have
stage 4 lung cancer. We have
concluded this is the effect of
your cigarette consumption. In our
files here
(pointing at clipboard)
it says you have admitted to
smoking them for the past 25 years.
(pause)
It pains me to say this but we
estimate that you only have 2 more
months to live.

Zooms into the clipboard the doctor is holding, the only

thing on the paper is the FearMore logo. Screen goes to black