Appropriation of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde - Script
Policeman: Okay, we’re all setup. Just tell us everything you remember from the incident.
Girl: The truth is I don’t remember everything that happened. I wish I could say that it was because my line of sight was blocked or that I walked into the room and only saw the end. But that’s not the truth, and I’m fed up with lies. The truth is that I just don’t want to remember everything that happened. I know that’s disgustingly selfish and horrible to that man’s family – but if I let myself remember I couldn’t live with myself, I couldn’t live with him.
Policeman: Just tell me what happened, the best you can. Start from the start.
Girl: Dad had finally been persuaded by mom to take us all out to a restaurant. Dad never had much time, he was always in his study with the door locked with old music blaring doing work – or some other adult thing. This was the first time in years that we were going out as a whole family and me and my sister spent hours getting ready and talking about where we were going and who we would see and other unimportant details. When we left the house my dad was stumbling when he tried to lock the door, it didn’t worry me – but mom looked nervous. In the past few months dad had become really uncoordinated, knocking into everything and falling over at the slightest pressure – I never thought to ask why.
Mom drove, to dad’s utter contempt. He spent the whole car drive complaining. “Too fast, too slow” he moaned. Then they started arguing about something, all I heard was “incompetent”, that was the word she used. Over and over. Then the car jerked violently and we stopped.
Later on, in the restaurant I saw some of my friends so I walked over to talk to them. When I came back my dad had all but evaporated, leaving my frantic mom behind him. I searched the bar from top to bottom to try and find him, to ask why mom was so upset, but I couldn’t find him. I even asked a man to search the men’s room for me. After 20 minutes of a pathetic personal pep talk, I convinced myself to sneak into the bar area to see if my father had the same idea as me, and had gone to visit some friends. But all I saw was some aggressive cowards writhing in the corner with sporadic laughter erupting from them. I ran from the room as fast as I could, as the men began to turn around. They were hunched over, like they didn’t have the strength to stay upright, and moved with a fierceness that made me desperate for the protection of my father’s stiff form.
Policeman: Let’s get back to the incident itself, what did you see?
Girl: *deep breath* The first thing I saw were the escaping shards of glass. A bottle had been smashed over the bar and was being thrust in the face of a sweating man who was quickly backtracking from whatever he had earlier said. The aggressor started shaking, dropped his bottle and lunged forward with his right hand that was balled up into a messy fist that the other man easy evaded. I began to recognise the man who was slowly winding himself up for another attack; he made contact this time, and sent the man motionless on the ground. He was one of the men that I had seen at the bar, I started to relax a bit, because it wasn’t very surprising that a man like that would resort to violence.
Then my mom broke the ranks of the crowd and wrapped her arms around the aggressor trying to pull him to the ground away from the terrified man he was attacking, but instead he turned and backhanded her across the face, leaving her motionless on the ground. I screamed and ran over to her. I was so scared of that man, that he would come for me next. I tried to drag my mom to the corner, where we’d be safe, but the hulking mass came after us.
A few people stood in front of us, but it flicked them away, he grasped towards me with a possessive glint in his eye and called my name. I froze. I looked into his eyes and saw what I had missed. Standing before me was my protector, my provider, my father. Then the police burst in and took him, and escorted me and my mom to the ambulance where they checked us for any major injuries. We were both physically fine, but they took my mom to the hospital leaving me behind to be picked up by my aunt with my sister who had been in the bathroom with her friends, blissfully ignorant through the whole incident.
On the car ride back I listened to my aunt toss around words like, alcoholic, abusive and the word that I had heard earlier that day: incompetent. But all I could think of was the face of that monster, and how it was nothing and everything like that of my father.
Girl: The truth is I don’t remember everything that happened. I wish I could say that it was because my line of sight was blocked or that I walked into the room and only saw the end. But that’s not the truth, and I’m fed up with lies. The truth is that I just don’t want to remember everything that happened. I know that’s disgustingly selfish and horrible to that man’s family – but if I let myself remember I couldn’t live with myself, I couldn’t live with him.
Policeman: Just tell me what happened, the best you can. Start from the start.
Girl: Dad had finally been persuaded by mom to take us all out to a restaurant. Dad never had much time, he was always in his study with the door locked with old music blaring doing work – or some other adult thing. This was the first time in years that we were going out as a whole family and me and my sister spent hours getting ready and talking about where we were going and who we would see and other unimportant details. When we left the house my dad was stumbling when he tried to lock the door, it didn’t worry me – but mom looked nervous. In the past few months dad had become really uncoordinated, knocking into everything and falling over at the slightest pressure – I never thought to ask why.
Mom drove, to dad’s utter contempt. He spent the whole car drive complaining. “Too fast, too slow” he moaned. Then they started arguing about something, all I heard was “incompetent”, that was the word she used. Over and over. Then the car jerked violently and we stopped.
Later on, in the restaurant I saw some of my friends so I walked over to talk to them. When I came back my dad had all but evaporated, leaving my frantic mom behind him. I searched the bar from top to bottom to try and find him, to ask why mom was so upset, but I couldn’t find him. I even asked a man to search the men’s room for me. After 20 minutes of a pathetic personal pep talk, I convinced myself to sneak into the bar area to see if my father had the same idea as me, and had gone to visit some friends. But all I saw was some aggressive cowards writhing in the corner with sporadic laughter erupting from them. I ran from the room as fast as I could, as the men began to turn around. They were hunched over, like they didn’t have the strength to stay upright, and moved with a fierceness that made me desperate for the protection of my father’s stiff form.
Policeman: Let’s get back to the incident itself, what did you see?
Girl: *deep breath* The first thing I saw were the escaping shards of glass. A bottle had been smashed over the bar and was being thrust in the face of a sweating man who was quickly backtracking from whatever he had earlier said. The aggressor started shaking, dropped his bottle and lunged forward with his right hand that was balled up into a messy fist that the other man easy evaded. I began to recognise the man who was slowly winding himself up for another attack; he made contact this time, and sent the man motionless on the ground. He was one of the men that I had seen at the bar, I started to relax a bit, because it wasn’t very surprising that a man like that would resort to violence.
Then my mom broke the ranks of the crowd and wrapped her arms around the aggressor trying to pull him to the ground away from the terrified man he was attacking, but instead he turned and backhanded her across the face, leaving her motionless on the ground. I screamed and ran over to her. I was so scared of that man, that he would come for me next. I tried to drag my mom to the corner, where we’d be safe, but the hulking mass came after us.
A few people stood in front of us, but it flicked them away, he grasped towards me with a possessive glint in his eye and called my name. I froze. I looked into his eyes and saw what I had missed. Standing before me was my protector, my provider, my father. Then the police burst in and took him, and escorted me and my mom to the ambulance where they checked us for any major injuries. We were both physically fine, but they took my mom to the hospital leaving me behind to be picked up by my aunt with my sister who had been in the bathroom with her friends, blissfully ignorant through the whole incident.
On the car ride back I listened to my aunt toss around words like, alcoholic, abusive and the word that I had heard earlier that day: incompetent. But all I could think of was the face of that monster, and how it was nothing and everything like that of my father.
