COMMUNITY HOSPITAL
						      PILOT EPISODE

EXT  BUSY LONDON STREET - DAY.   
			A flower stall is doing a bomb in trade due to the large hospital next door.  A little fat man in an Arsenal beanie is compiling a red and white bouquet.   Nearby is a sign:

				 FREDERICK PINE THERAPEUTIC COMMUNITY 
				 OUT-PATIENT DAY UNIT."

			A man with a thick marker pen climbs up on a bit of wall and graffitises it by crossing it through and writing 

				"COMMUNITY HOSPITAL"

INT HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - DAY  	
			At the lift a wonky sign hangs on the button:
						"This fault has been reported"
			Beside it are the stairs and a sign saying:
				"STAIRS"
			GRAFFITI MAN runs up the stairs, a young woman trapses up behind him.

INT DAY CENTRE RECEPTION  - DAY

			A smartly dressed black woman sits behind sliding windows
			in a hatch in the wall.  The girl walks up to her.

RECEPTIONIST		Yes?
GIRL					My name is Win Bruen.

			The receptionist looks at her paperwork.

RECEPTIONIST		OK.  Take a seat.

She slides the window shut.

INT DAY CENTRE RECEPTION AREA - DAY   
			The reception area is light and bright, a couple of modern abstract
			prints, a coffee table with piles of aspirational magazines on (Country Life, World of Interiors, the New Yorker etc).  beside which are a couple of half-comfy chairs.  In one corner a tall plant is sickening from lack of attention.  Win sits down and peers into a doorway beside her.

INT DAYROOM - DAY  
			 It is a large room with windows along one wall.  Mainly there are tables and chairs but also 'drinks facilities' (a kettle and a jar of coffee, and a broken water cooler with a "This fault has been reported" sign on it).  At one table which is covered with new and old newspapers sit three people.  Louise, a shabbily dressed patient in her 30s starts a conversation.

LOUISE			Did you see that Hunter S Thompson shot his brains
					out?

OSCAR, a gay man in his 40s, tidy, camp, takes the bait.

OSCAR			I thought he already had.

LOUISE			What?

OSCAR			Shot his brains out.

ANNA, a Yorkshire woman in her late 20s,, attractive but head down most of the time, joins in.

ANNA			And was just writing with no brains?

OSCAR			No, that he was already dead.  I mean I thought that
					was the legend about him.
Pause.

OSCAR			Or maybe I've been living in the future.
							(musingly)

LOUISE			Only I saw someone was writing about it in the paper.
							(sounding bored)

OSCAR			What?  And she was saying he was boring?

LOUISE			No.  It had overtones.

INT RECEPTION - DAY

WIN sits still, listening, unaware of the approach of  Dr Mark Morris, the unit's Consultant Psychiatrist, 40s, besuited, kind of sexy with a casual air atop pure vanity, 

MM				"Win Bruen?"
			
	Win turns quickly and nods. 
 		
	MM				"This way."
							(deadpan)
	She stands, juggling her handbag nervously and follows him.

INT MM'S OFFICE - DAY

			Win follows Dr Morris into his office.  He points at a chair where she sits down while he walks to the other end of the room and sits down next to a consulting couch (a camp bed with a kilim throwover), beneath a print of 
			Blake's "God Judging Adam".  On the opposite wall above his desk is 
			Picasso's "Guernica".   Silence except for the humming of an old computer.

MM				"Do you want to start or shall I ask you questions?"
							(brisk)
INT DAYROOM - DAY

Close up on Oscar staring at a glass of water with a fly crawling on it.

LOUISE		"Oh!  ...It's his... arse.  I thought that fly had his wings on 				backwards!

OSCAR 		Perhaps it's the medication. (beat)  You can get a lot of side 				effects with your new one.  I'm sure some people may feel 				uneasy or confused.

LOUISE		I get uneasy quite easily.

ANNA		With mine you can get priapism.

LOUISE		What's that?

ANNA		A long lasting and painful erection.

A short, smartly dressed lady in her 40s pops her head around the door.
It's KATY, Art Therapist.

KATY		Shall we go back in again now everyone?

INT ART THERAPY ROOM - DAY

			           The Art Room is a biggish well lit room, paper, paints, charcoal etc lie around in a kind of vaguely ordered chaos.  In one corner is a filfthy sink, stained black with paint.  On the walls is displayed the patient's art.  The demonic and violent nestle next to vases of flowers and landscapes, abstracts and eerie dreamscapes.   People are dropping their paintings on the floor in front of them and sit around them in a straggly circle, some people trying to not be included.

KATY		Now you all know the rules of the Group don't you? 

			          No one responds.

					Everything in here is confidential and doesn't go outside this 		room, but I may sometimes show some of your work to the  
					team in Ward Round.  Alright?

			         Nods all round.  There is silence.  

Suddenly a man in his 50s with wavy silver hair and a jaunty air, PETER,  dressed in a hacking jacket and tie, with a rather wobbly but refined voice stirs himself.

PETER		Well, I've painted a heath scene, bright and warm, with trees 		on the hill and two ponds down here...

KATY		Yes, Peter, you like to paint this scene don't you?  Nice 
					and sunny!   Not like it actually is out there today.

PETER		No.  I thought it would cheer us up.

			          They all stare at his incredibly naive landscape picture with some ennui.

LILIAN A haggard looking woman in her 60s, slurs her speech.

LILIAN	This is a cliff, and this is my daughter in her wheelchair, who i've
				pushed off the cliff.  And this is me throwing myself after her.		
KATY	Mmm.

INT DAYROOM - DAY

A cat sits on the table on top of the newspapers eyes half closed.  GRAFITTI MAN sits near it arms folded, staring into space.

INT MM'S OFFICE - DAY

Win		I've got a suicide bottle.

MM		Oh?

Win		Yeah, all ready for me.  It's got lorazepam, valium, dihydrocoedine 
				in it.  And i've always got paracetamol to be on the safe side.

Pause.

MM		It's your parachute.

INT, DAYROOM - DAY

The cat and Graffiti man still sit in silence.  Fiona, a psychiatric nurse, 30ish,
				gay, very slim, enthusiastic, walks in.  

FIONA	Hello!

She sits near the table and gives the cat a stroke.

FIONA	Hello Bobcat!!

The cat makes a noise of greeting, gets up and jumps onto her lap.  She accepts this and strokes him while he purrs, prods and dribbles.  Grafitti man watches.

FIONA	So, Graham!  How are you??

He sighs.

FIONA	Not in Art??  Maybe you should be.  I mean I saw the sign.

Long Pause.

FIONA	Why do you keep doing it??

Graham looks at her levelly.

GRAHAM	It just makes me think of failed 60s liberal idealism.

He stands and walks out.  Fiona wipes the cat's dribble from her lap.

FIONA	Right!   Well Bobcat!  How are you!  Feeling a bit down?

INT MM'S OFFICE - DAY

MM(to Win)	Had any other of these apocalyptic hallucinations?

INT ART ROOM - DAY

			          Their silence is broken by HELENA, a woman in her 30s.

	HELENA	It's me dream.

She pushes a big painting forward with her foot.

KATY	Good Helena!  So it's your dream?

HELENA	I went to this 'ouse.   I knew it was a doctor's place.  And his blonde 
				wife and 3 blonde children, two girls and a boy... all sort of 	under 11, were around in the garden.  At one point we were sitting 	on lush grass...that's the green bit, looking at beautiful blue 	delphiniums.  (Pause)   While we were doing this I got an incredible 	feeling of relaxation.   Then he was reading and me and the kids 	were sitting together and 	listening and I got an  unusual feeling.  	Not really 	pleasant... very unusual, prickling, somehow...

Katy frowns.

INT. CONSULTANT'S OFFICE - DAY

		Dr Morris and Win sit still as before.  He taps the notepad on his knees and sighs slightly.

MM			Well...

He puts the cap back on his exquisite  fountain pen.

MM			Will you be traumatised by a diagnosis?

Win			Yes.
							(instantly)

MM			Oh...

Pause.  He sits resolute and as though slightly inconvenienced.

WIN			Oh, all right
							(she caves)

MM			You have Borderline Personality Disorder.  You've
					probably heard of it-

WIN			No.

MM			There's no cure exactly - but you can get a bit better.

WIN			Oh

MM			Look it up on the net.
								(rising from seat)

	He makes a move to the door.  Win hesitates then rises and follows.

MM			I'll see you again in here...some time no doubt.

INT RECEPTION - DAY

			           Win walks out.  Katie is there waiting and moves in on Win as though fielding a wild delivery at third man.

INT DAYROOM - LUNCHTIME

Louise, Anna, Oscar and some others sit waiting.  An auxilliary  brings a trolley in, plugs it in and runs away.  Oscar gets up and walks over to it followed by Anna, Katherine etc

OSCAR		Well, what's this?

		ANNA		There's no post-its on it.
		
They lift up lids and look in at gloopy, non-descript food..

		KATHERINE		Oh no.  Mina's blended the mash again.

She lifts the spoon and it pours off.

ANNA		She's greek.  She doesn't understand mash.

Somebody else joins them, a crowd is gathering.
		
		LOUISE		I'd swear that was sweet potato

OSCAR		What's the vegetarian option today?

LOUISE		Yeah, and that's plantain.
				
		ANNA		You know Bobcat gets the leftovers.

		OSCAR		Here's the pasta option!
							(triumphantly)
ELEANORA a fat scurvy looking Italian jumps in bitterly

ELEANORA		Oh you english you are always eating pasta.  You think
					pasta's the answer to everything.

		ANNA		Pasta and black eyed beans by the look of it.

OSCAR		I think Clover had a party at the weekend.

GRAFITTI MAN		It's fusion.  Cost you a fortune down Hoxton.

They help themselves gingerly.  

INT STAFF ROOM

EMMA, an Occupational Therapist, comes in with a carrier bag which she puts down on the table and gets out a paper bag of iced buns and starts to eat with gusto.  Vicky and Fiona are sitting tasting the hospital fare.

FIONA		I've never had tuna Pate here before.

VICKY		Oh go on, live a little.

FIONA		This tastes like Bobcat's catfood.

VICKY		Have you eaten it then?

FIONA		No but i've smelled it.

VICKY		All fish smells like that.

FIONA		No, all fish smells different.

Pause.

VICKY		Yeah but all fish smells like different varieties of catfood.

Silence while they carry on munching.

FIONA		Is it true that they watched The Exorcist in last week's 		Media Group?

EMMA	         I wish i could be delivered from this bun demon that seems to 		have taken over me.

VICKY		Everyone wanted it.  Oscar lets them get anything.

KATY		It was either that or Bridget Jones again.  Anyway this week it's 
					Vanishing Point.  That should keep them guessing.    I can 		never remember why he was doing all that.

VICKY		Have you seen the new girl, her name's Win Bruen.  She's very
					sweet.

KATY		Yes she was in with Mark earlier, bit upset I think.  Will you
					show her around later, Fi?

Fiona nods.  

EMMA			(looking at a copy of a Heat type mag)
					Oh i thought that woman there had really swollen legs - but 		she's got pink Ugg boots on.

Vicky notices herself in a mirror, with shock.
VICKY		My hair is such a mess.  (pause)  Fluffy nut-bonce.		
	EMMA    		It looks like something a Tit would want in its nest.

Katy leaves the room.

INT, MM'S OFFICE - DAY

Dr Morris sits at his desk waving his dictaphone around.  

MM		I met with this woman today (pause) well kempt, looking
				younger than her years, who was a helpful...

He breaks off bored and swings his chair to look out of the window.

MM		More disturbed than she lets on though.
							(to himself)

 He gets up and stares down outside for a while.  He sighs, turns and looks round at his office.  He notices his bulging briefcase and seems to remember something.  He is rummaging when Katy walks in.

KATY	Mark!  I wanted to show you this.  Helena did it in today's
				Art Therapy.  Only...what do you think?

She shows him the painting from earlier.

MM		Oh.  Could we have a stalking situation here?  

Pause.

				How did she know about our prize delphiniums?
Pause.

				How did she know I read to my children?

KATY		(mutters)
				Well it's a surprise to me. 

INT RECEPTION - DAY

A NURSE walks up to the reception hatch and leans in.

NURSE	Aren't you ready yet?  I'm starving.

JULIETTE	No, I'll just be a couple of minutes.  

PAUSE	I've started to not know what year i'm in, started writing 2003 and 	2001 on letters.  I had it sussed at the beginning of the year, now it's 	deserted me.

NURSE	What have you got this here for?

She picks up a shiny new stethoscope.

JULIETTE	Dr Morris got me to order it for him.  Sometimes
				he likes to pretend he's a real doctor.

The nurse examines the instrument closely.

NURSE	I wish i were a stethoscope.

The receptionist falls into playing their pet game.

JULIETTE	I wish i were a diagnostic criteria.

NURSE	I wish i were a decompression chamber

JULIETTE	(laughing supressedly)  I wish i were a magnetic resonance
				imaging machine.

NURSE	I wish i were the caring heart of a surgeon.

	Dr Morris interrupts them and passes the latest offering of high end magazines through the window.

MM		 Petronella sent some more of these, Juliettte.  

NURSE	(quietly looking at magazines)  I wish I were an Exciting 
				Development Opportunity.

As he turns and walks away, Dr Morris bumps into Helena.  He looks at her intently for a second, then withdraws behind his usual veneer of disinterest mixed with confidence.

MM		Hello Helena, what have you been up to?

HELENA	Oh you know, out and about picking on people, putting about my 	evil force.
						
MM laughs worriedly then strolls away.  Helena watches him go, a little bemused.

INT DAYROOM - DAY.

Lunch finished, people lounge around.  A typical hospital wall clock shows one-ish

LOUISE			Oh look it's working now that clock!

.OSCAR			Sometimes it's on, sometimes it's off.

LOUISE			IF we were schizophrenic we'd be thinking that meant
					something.  But we don't, so we can't be.

Pause.

ANNA			On the basis the clock's telling you you're sane.

They laugh at their own joke.  

Katy comes in and announces:

KATY			Anyone coming to Committment Group today?  Anyone?
					I'm sorry we're running a bit late.

There is a Pause.  People try to ignore her.
 
KATY			Anyone?

A few people reluctantly start to get up and gather their coats and bags mumbling, dragging themselves along.

						(smiling sweetly all the time)
KATY			Only Misty isn't in again this week.  Sorry about 		that.  I didn't know.

She walks out. They look at each other disbelievingly.  Win walks hesitantly in.  Oscar smiles and stands gentlemanly.

OSCAR			Hello, I'm Oscar, I'm a psychiatric nurse.  Would you like
					a coffee?  Or some water perhaps.  

He pulls out a chair and Win sits.

OSCAR			So you saw our beloved leader then?

WIN				Who?

OSCAR			Dr Morris.

WIN				Oh.  Yeah.

ANNA			Never a pleasant experience.

OSCAR			Beloved by himself only of course.

WIN				He said I've got Borderline Personality Disorder.

She blurts this out.

ANNA			Me too.

LOUISE			And me.   (pause)   He said I was scruffy too.

ANNA			Is that a medical condition?

LOUISE			It was written down.  It's official.

WIN				What does it mean?  What's wrong?

OSCAR			It means many things...

ANNA			My favourite is the "absent or partial sense of self"

LOUISE			I mean what does that mean?

ANNA			Sometimes i think i'm a sponge.  Sometimes a plug socket
					or something.

LOUISE			I wish i WAS a sponge.

ANNA			And then there's the chronic sense of emptiness.  The "void"
					(in hammer horror tones).

WIN				Is Dr Morris going to fill up my void?

OSCAR			He's never come near my void.

LOUISE			I feel it when i break up with a bloke - who am I?
					I can't survive...
						(hysterically)

WIN				So what do you do?

LOUISE			I usually stalk him for a while, come in here for a while,
					and then another one turns up.

WIN				I stalked a man once.
							(hesitantly)

OSCAR			Oh good for you!  What happened?

WIN				Nothing.  He ignored me.  I don't think I was very
					good at it.

ANNA			Rage too.  The inappopriate intense anger - I mean who
					decides if it's inappropriate?
							(getting angry)

LOUISE			I get road rage.  I had a big one in the car park this morning.  		This man was standing reserving a place.  I said to him you 		can't DO that you're not a car.

ANNA			And shop rage-

OSCAR			And bus rage.  And lift rage.  And women with pram rage.

Fiona appears in the doorway.

FIONA			Win!   Shall i show you around now?
							(pause)
					Oh and Oscar you'd better hurry, you're doing support group, 		remember?
							(admonishingly)

INT RECEPTION - DAY

Juliette and her nurse friend are eating sandwiches.

NURSE			I wish i were a tracheotomy scar.

Juliette winces slightly.

She leans forward to answer the phone when she drops some mayo on her keyboard.  She sighs and leaves the phone to ring.

JULIETTE		I wish i was Undivided Attention.

INT SUPPORT GROUP ROOM

Roughly a circle of people sit and gossip before the group begins.

	ANNA			I read this thing in the paper the other day about the use of 		"MS"-

	LOUISE			What do you mean Multiple Sclerosis or Marks & Spencers?

	ANNA			No,  I mean not "miss"...i've forgotten what i was saying now.

To one side, Vicky speaks quietly to Katherine.

VICKY		If you shut that gate, with the razor blades and drugs
					behind it, and if you can tear your eyes away from it
					and look ahead, what do you see?

KATHERINE		Nothing.

VICKY		What?

KATHERINE		A path.  An empty path.  Nothing.

VICKY		How do you see yourself?

Pause.

KATHERINE		Less tatty.

VICKY		Less tatty!  That's good isn't it

Pause.

VICKY		And what if you put the bingeing behind there too?
					What then?  Who are you?

Pause.

KATHERINE	        (as if trying to recognise that person)  Oh i don't know...
					Debbie Reynolds or something.

Anna gets out a piece of paper from her bag and speaks to Louise.

ANNA 	I've done a major To Do List. 

					1-   Work
					2-   Slimness
					3-   ...Get over it!

LOUISE		How's your eating been today?  Was it better?

		ANNA		Well i've had breaks.  It wasn't just a pointless 
					festival of munching.		

INT RECEPTION - DAY

Dr Morris has cornered Oscar on his way to Support Group, and talks to him regardless of Oscar's obvious need to be elsewhere.

MM		Ah, Oscar,  i've been wanting to say something to you, it's just that 	when you first showed me that conical steel wallplanter with the bit
				of goldy rubbish round the top, i wasn't impressed.  I didn't think of it
				as much of  a bargain at £1.50.  I thought you'd bought something
				just cheap.  
				But when i saw the 3 of them planted up with the fritillaria, which of
				course can only really be appreciated at eye-level, I thought they 
				didn't look that bad, really quite good.   I was surprised.

OSCAR	Thanks.

Dr Morris walks away.

OSCAR	I think.
	
INT GROUP ROOM - DAY

Oscar enters the room and sits down with Vicky & Emma.

VICKY	Now this is Support Group.  Every week we meet at this time.  
				Anyone can come, even clients who have been discharged, and
				so it's a group that fluctuates.  I think it's best if Emma and I introduce
				ourselves and then we all go round and tell each other our names.
				So, I'm Vicky,

Emma, Oscar, Anna, Louise, Katherine, Brian, Peter, Graham, Brenda, Eleanora all introduce themselves.

		VICKY  	So when you're ready feel free to speak, but remember no speaking 	over anyone else, so we can all hear what the person is saying.

No one speaks at first then Brenda, a big dark, terryfying looking woman in her late 20s speaks sadly, 

BRENDA	My little girl Jordan is 4.  I think she's felt abandoned coz I sent 	her to nursery.  She didn't talk to anyone or make friends with 	anyone.
				Then she made friends with someone called Luke.  She's been 	telling me that her friend was called Luke and now only months later 	have i found out it wasn't a person, it was a rabbit.  She made 	friends with a rabbit. 

BRIAN, 40s, Geordie, always with an NY baseball cap on, jeans and T shirt.

BRIAN	I had a rabbit when i were young.  Aye it could swim.
				We put it in the paddling pool in 1976, used to float around
				or do the doggy paddle.  Happy as larry.  Never struggled when
				you went to put it in.

KATHERINE	Last night i dreamt i had a boyfriend known as 'ok'.  

BRIAN	Things were better in the past, hotter, the sun was hotter then.

EMMA	I don't think it actually was hotter was it Brian.  It just seems like
				it.
Pause.

		LOUISE	Oh yeah (remembering suddenly) I was at the theatre at the 	weekend and i saw Andrew Lloyd Webber and 
				Maurice Saatchi (beat)  Is it Maurice Saatchi or the other 
				one?  What's the other one called?

ANNA	Barry?

OSCAR	Barry Saatchi!

ANNA	No that's the Gibb brothers.  I'm always getting them 
				confused.

OSCAR	The little known Saatchi brother, Barry Saatchi...

ANNA	I saw Alan Bennett in Camden Town Markses the other day.
				In the food section.  He was taller than i thought, had more
				about him than i thought he would from the telly.

LOUISE	He's obviously well nourished, like they say when you're dead.

ANNA	Yeah but most people are smaller than they look on the TV.
		
(to Katherine)	How tall's Ian McEwan?  Is Ian McEwan taller than you think?

KATHERINE	I've never seen him.
							(confused)

LOUISE	I thought you'd seen him in the hospital.

KATHERINE	Oh! Ian McEwan! I thought you meant Ian McKellan.

HELENA	Now I'VE seen him and he's not that big.  AND Patrick Stewart,
				Make It So.  And there he was, short and sparkly.

LOUISE	Charles Dance, now he's a tall man and he's got the sparklies.

ANNA	He's not as ginger as you think he is either.

OSCAR	No, more gold than ginger.  What do they call that in Spaniels?
				Red.  No not red, Roan.  Kind of golden roan.

HELENA	I thought I saw Thierry Henry the other day and my heart missed
				a beat but it wasn't and I thought i'd never been like that before
				and i've seen some famous people in my time.

EMMA	What was it about Thierry, Helena?

HELENA	It's a bit like he's dropped to earth from somewhere.

VICKY	What are we REALLY talking about here?
							(frustrated, trying to get them back)

ANNA	We're talking about famous people.

HELENA	We're talking aimlessly about bollock-all.

KATHERINE	Deception!

VICKY	Ooh.

KATHERINE	Appearances and reality.

HELENA	Dr Morris is like a famous person, all sparkly.

Emma snorts.

OSCAR	Like Liberace you mean?

VICKY	So do people on telly deceive us?  They're actors.

KATHERINE	Dont you feel life is like a play?

VICKY	Like Shakespeare?

OSCAR	You feel like something could be behind the scenery?

HELENA	Are we like the motley?

LOUISE	I don't know what you're talking about.

HELENA	You see a lot of them around here, stars I mean.  And we are the 	motley?  You know bring on the motley, you know in the play of 
				life... Oh look it up in a dictionary...

ANNA	When i'm better will i still write in pink and red inks?

She examines a pink ink stain on her blouse.

LOUISE	I think i'm always going to write in green.

Anna fumbles in her bag for a tissue, a tin falls out with a clatter.

LOUISE	Will you still have your rattly old pencil tin?

KATHERINE	I remember  my ex, Tim, bought me a lovely fountain pen and i lost
				it in a couple of days.

LOUISE	SEE, you don't need a bloke to ruin your life for you.

KATHERINE	Yeah! (defiantly)       Yeah... (thoughtfully)

ANNA	I'm always going to have multiple colours.

HELENA	When I'm well I'm going to have a gorgeous
				fountain pen like Dr Morris's.

VICKY	It's that thing about Mark again.  Do you think he is
				deceiving you?

She looks around at the group.

BRIAN	About what?
					(urgently)

VICKY	No I don't mean he is.  Just do you think he is, behind the
				scenery so to speak.

PETER	Who with?

Somebody snorts.

OSCAR	Well i can assure you that we're not deceiving you.  You're
				all too capable of doing that yourselves.

VICKY	Oscar!

OSCAR	I'm joking.  Pulling your legs.  Pretend you're in the pub and
				laugh.

INT CORRIDOR - DAY

Fiona walks with Win up to a wired glass door on a windowed corridor.  She pushes it open with difficulty.  

FIONA	And this is the garden!

EXT GARDEN - DAY

Win follows Fiona into a square courtyard in a well of buildings.  It has a desultory air of calm, a few chairs, ashtrays and discarded mugs and some lonely looking flowers.
			          
FIONA	Oscar's been trying to do something with it and I'm sure he'd
				be grateful for any help.  Do you garden Win?

Win shakes her head.  A bumble bee drags itself past her to sit on a flower.  She looks up at the blue sky high above the wards as though wishing she could fly.  Fiona picks up the mugs with a tut and leads Win back in.

INT SUPPORT GROUP - DAY

ANNA	I miss having piggybacks.

LOUISE	Yeah, but you're 17 stone!

ANNA	I'm depriving myself of it.  I deprived myself of it mentally
				long before I got this fat.

VICKY	Perhaps that's part of the problem, Anna?

LOUISE	I miss being young enough to wear platforms, they're ridiculous
				in your 40s you have to wait until your 70s to wear them again.
				And I miss getting off with people at parties.

KATHERINE	I've never got off with anyone at a party - that is who wasn't a
				member of my family.

INT LARGE ROOM - DAY

In a room with blinds down, old blankets and pillows widely spaced across the floor, chairs piled up against the walls, Emma an occupational therapist with very wide hips, tight jeans and a big daft smile waits with a giant old portable CD player in front of a poster depicting the chakras of the human body and an essential oil burner wafting lavender.  Everyone wanders slowly in.

Fiona ushers Win into the room too.

EMMA	Now lie down, find yourselves a space, get comfortable and just let 	yourselves be in the moment...   I'm going to read to you and I want
				you to all concentrate on my voice.  Try to empty your minds.
				Every time you find yourself drifting away and thinking of other 
				things, come back to your body, feel your body...   Try to relax, not
				sleep, be in the moment...

He reads from a relaxation tape over which we can gradually hear heavy sighing, burping, farting, groaning, snoring and finally serious twitching.

				Win lies dead still with tension, in the darkened room, eyes wide 	looking worried.

INT RECEPTION

Everywhere is empty, staff have left early, the rest of the clients are in relaxation.  Graham, Graffiti man,  scrawls on Dr Morris's office door;

					MENTAL HEALTH IS THE LENGTH OF A PIECE
					OF STRING THAT CONNECTS THOUGHT AND
					FEELING.

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