Post by Brian Bruno on Feb 5, 2007 16:30:31 GMT -5
“I understand the motivational factor, Brian, but you can’t keep doing this to yourself. You get worked up into such a frenzy that you could have a heart attack or even stroke out, not to mention seriously injure or even KILL someone. And I know that’s not you, Brian. You’re a good man, I could tell by the demeanor you came in here with.”
Fade in. Brian Bruno is laying on a small, burgundy leather couch beside an older gentlemen, seated in a chair, with deep set eyes and a graying beard. His name is Dr. Adam Baker. He's a psychiatrist.
Dr. Baker: Haven’t you found any other way to channel your anger?
Bruno: To be honest, doc, no. That’s just how I operate. We all did it the same way.
Dr. Baker: (with interest) All?
Bruno leans over and takes a sip from the water cup on the table beside him, nodding.
Bruno: (placing the cup back down) Teammates. I used to play football. Professionally.
Dr. Baker: I see. So, you’ve had a history of a violent temper? Why do you think that’s so?
Bruno rubs his head, and closes his eyes, trying to think.
Bruno: I just…I feel I’ve always had to prove something. To everyone. It’s like everybody’s watching ME, you know? And when I get mad, I just lose it doc. Straight (BLEEP)in’ lose it.
Dr. Baker looks very, very interested in Brian. He jots some quick notes, nodding to himself the entire time.
Dr. Baker: And when you ”lose it”, you find that you have no control at all over what you do and say?
Bruno: (quietly) Yeah. Sometimes, it feels like I’m not even there, just…watching it.
Baker: Would you say your life feels like watching a movie?
Bruno: Well, now that you mention it, sometimes it does. What’s that mean?
Dr. Baker: (matter of factly) That’s a symptom of depression.
This hits Bruno like a ton of bricks.
Bruno: What…what you mean, depression? Why the hell would I be depressed?
The doctor immediately sees the potential volatility of the situation and diffuses it with ease.
Dr. Baker: It’s only a symptom, Brian. You don’t necessarily suffer from clinical depression just because you exhibit some of the symptoms, and based on the tests we ran, I didn’t note any signs of chemical imbalance, which is the cause of depression in the first place. So I can say with one hundred percent confidence that you do not suffer from depression.
Bruno, relieved, starts to get up to leave.
Bruno: So I can go? Thanks, doc.
Dr. Baker: (shaking his head) No. It’s not that, but there is something that’s causing these outbursts. And I honestly don’t think you should go anywhere until we’re able to get to the bottom of this. Do you mind if I ask you some questions about your family history?
Dejected, Brian lays back down on the couch.
Bruno: Go ahead, ask.
Dr. Baker whips a pen out and flips over to the next page on his pad.
Dr. Baker: To your knowledge, is there any history of mental illness in your family.
Bruno: (deadpan) My Uncle Larry was retarded. That count?
Dr. Baker: Well, yes and no. I meant, is there a history of insanity, in any of your blood relatives. Mental retardation can definitely be ruled out in your case. (chuckles. Brian doesn’t)
Scratching his head, Brian thinks for a moment.
Bruno: No, I’m pretty sure there isn’t. Why, you think I’m crazy?
Dr. Baker: No, but traits can certainly be passed on that alter the way the brain is supposed to function. Let’s see (takes a few quick notes) Are you married?
Bruno smiles and nods the affirmative.
Bruno: Hell yeah. 11 years and counting. We married young.
Dr. Baker: And the relationship is good, yes? Do you argue a lot, are there any money or tax issues that you’re in a disagreement over?
Bruno: Nah, we don’t fight, really. And money ain’t a problem. I make it, she spends it. Like any other marriage, you know?
Dr. Baker: Well actually, I wouldn’t know – I’m a homosexual.
Brian squirms in his seat a bit.
Bruno: Oh. Well, uh, like any other marriage or commencement, then.
Dr. Baker: What about sleep? How often do you get the recommended amount of daily sleep?
Bruno: There’s the thing, doc. I get plenty of sleep, but I have these crazy dreams.
This piques Baker's interest, and he rips off the last page on his pad and posts it to his desk before grabbing a fresh one from the drawer.
Dr. Baker: What kind of dreams? What do you see and hear in them?
Bruno: …
Dr. Baker: Brian?
Bruno: Never mind. I think I should be going.
Dr. Baker: But you paid for an hour and a half! It’s been (checks watch) fifteen minutes! We have so much more to talk about.
Bruno: I’m leavin’ doc, sorry.
With that, he grabs his coat and walks out of the office, leaving Dr. Baker in a state of disbelief.
Cut to a far shot of Brian walking down the hallway, towards the camera. He stops, turns, and nearly goes back inside – but instead catches himself and continues walking down the hall.
Bruno: My business is my business. What the hell did I even come here for, what a waste of my God damn time.
As he walks, we can see the anger building inside of him. His face twists into a hateful, dull glare, and then shifts to the look of sheer insanity we saw from him in the hotel room. He laughs to himself as he walks past the camera. It swings around, just in time to see him kick the door open, and step out into the brisk Vancouver air.
Bruno: I’m not gonna try to stifle this anymore. When I use it as a weapon – I’m indestructible
He laughs once more, and the camera
Fades Out.
Fade in. Brian Bruno is laying on a small, burgundy leather couch beside an older gentlemen, seated in a chair, with deep set eyes and a graying beard. His name is Dr. Adam Baker. He's a psychiatrist.
Dr. Baker: Haven’t you found any other way to channel your anger?
Bruno: To be honest, doc, no. That’s just how I operate. We all did it the same way.
Dr. Baker: (with interest) All?
Bruno leans over and takes a sip from the water cup on the table beside him, nodding.
Bruno: (placing the cup back down) Teammates. I used to play football. Professionally.
Dr. Baker: I see. So, you’ve had a history of a violent temper? Why do you think that’s so?
Bruno rubs his head, and closes his eyes, trying to think.
Bruno: I just…I feel I’ve always had to prove something. To everyone. It’s like everybody’s watching ME, you know? And when I get mad, I just lose it doc. Straight (BLEEP)in’ lose it.
Dr. Baker looks very, very interested in Brian. He jots some quick notes, nodding to himself the entire time.
Dr. Baker: And when you ”lose it”, you find that you have no control at all over what you do and say?
Bruno: (quietly) Yeah. Sometimes, it feels like I’m not even there, just…watching it.
Baker: Would you say your life feels like watching a movie?
Bruno: Well, now that you mention it, sometimes it does. What’s that mean?
Dr. Baker: (matter of factly) That’s a symptom of depression.
This hits Bruno like a ton of bricks.
Bruno: What…what you mean, depression? Why the hell would I be depressed?
The doctor immediately sees the potential volatility of the situation and diffuses it with ease.
Dr. Baker: It’s only a symptom, Brian. You don’t necessarily suffer from clinical depression just because you exhibit some of the symptoms, and based on the tests we ran, I didn’t note any signs of chemical imbalance, which is the cause of depression in the first place. So I can say with one hundred percent confidence that you do not suffer from depression.
Bruno, relieved, starts to get up to leave.
Bruno: So I can go? Thanks, doc.
Dr. Baker: (shaking his head) No. It’s not that, but there is something that’s causing these outbursts. And I honestly don’t think you should go anywhere until we’re able to get to the bottom of this. Do you mind if I ask you some questions about your family history?
Dejected, Brian lays back down on the couch.
Bruno: Go ahead, ask.
Dr. Baker whips a pen out and flips over to the next page on his pad.
Dr. Baker: To your knowledge, is there any history of mental illness in your family.
Bruno: (deadpan) My Uncle Larry was retarded. That count?
Dr. Baker: Well, yes and no. I meant, is there a history of insanity, in any of your blood relatives. Mental retardation can definitely be ruled out in your case. (chuckles. Brian doesn’t)
Scratching his head, Brian thinks for a moment.
Bruno: No, I’m pretty sure there isn’t. Why, you think I’m crazy?
Dr. Baker: No, but traits can certainly be passed on that alter the way the brain is supposed to function. Let’s see (takes a few quick notes) Are you married?
Bruno smiles and nods the affirmative.
Bruno: Hell yeah. 11 years and counting. We married young.
Dr. Baker: And the relationship is good, yes? Do you argue a lot, are there any money or tax issues that you’re in a disagreement over?
Bruno: Nah, we don’t fight, really. And money ain’t a problem. I make it, she spends it. Like any other marriage, you know?
Dr. Baker: Well actually, I wouldn’t know – I’m a homosexual.
Brian squirms in his seat a bit.
Bruno: Oh. Well, uh, like any other marriage or commencement, then.
Dr. Baker: What about sleep? How often do you get the recommended amount of daily sleep?
Bruno: There’s the thing, doc. I get plenty of sleep, but I have these crazy dreams.
This piques Baker's interest, and he rips off the last page on his pad and posts it to his desk before grabbing a fresh one from the drawer.
Dr. Baker: What kind of dreams? What do you see and hear in them?
Bruno: …
Dr. Baker: Brian?
Bruno: Never mind. I think I should be going.
Dr. Baker: But you paid for an hour and a half! It’s been (checks watch) fifteen minutes! We have so much more to talk about.
Bruno: I’m leavin’ doc, sorry.
With that, he grabs his coat and walks out of the office, leaving Dr. Baker in a state of disbelief.
Cut to a far shot of Brian walking down the hallway, towards the camera. He stops, turns, and nearly goes back inside – but instead catches himself and continues walking down the hall.
Bruno: My business is my business. What the hell did I even come here for, what a waste of my God damn time.
As he walks, we can see the anger building inside of him. His face twists into a hateful, dull glare, and then shifts to the look of sheer insanity we saw from him in the hotel room. He laughs to himself as he walks past the camera. It swings around, just in time to see him kick the door open, and step out into the brisk Vancouver air.
Bruno: I’m not gonna try to stifle this anymore. When I use it as a weapon – I’m indestructible
He laughs once more, and the camera
Fades Out.