Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Writers' Wednesday — "Keeping Secrets", Conclusion


Good evening, "House" fans! Tonight we wrap up Chuckles' original (and copyrighted) four-act script for the series. Here are the first three parts:
I want to pass along some more info on the top-notch "House" convention she's set up for next year in Los Angeles, so I'll do my best to get that up here when we come back to Princeton this summer.
But let's get a move on; looks like our star patient is about to flatline… and everyone's getting the shakes. Next week, a return to Moe's Tavern.
This script is Copyright © 2006 by Christine Roberts, and is registered with the Writers' Guild of America (WGA).
HOUSE
"Keeping Secrets"
Written by Christine Roberts
Cast
Dr. Gregory House
Dr. Allison Cameron
Dr. Robert Chase
Dr. Lisa Cuddy
Dr. Eric Foreman
Receptionist
Nurse
Volunteer
Betty Loud
Kevin Loud
Scott [no last name]
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
INTERIOR BETTY'S ROOM – DAY (DAY 4):
Betty is lying on the bed. House and Cuddy are on each side of the bed. Kevin is watching. Chase and Foreman enter. The blood pressure monitor reads zero.
VISUAL EFFECTS:
The heart is weakly beating and then stops.
CHASE (V.O.): What's happening?
HOUSE (V.O.): We've got cardiac arrest here.
BACK IN ROOM
FOREMAN: I was called in for something else.
HOUSE: She went into cardiac arrest just now.
CUDDY: I've lost her. No pulse. Nothing.
The EKG monitor shows a flat line, and the blood pressure monitor is blank.
KEVIN: You can't give up – do something!
CUDDY: Get him out of here.
House watches as Foreman pushes Kevin out of the room.
KEVIN: If she dies, I'll be coming back for you, House!
Foreman closes the door and heads back to the bed.
HOUSE: Get me a defibrillator.
Chase exits and brings back a defibrillator. He hooks it up while Foreman puts a bag and mask over Betty's mouth and then begins pumping air into her mouth. Then Chase hands House the controls; House takes them, and Chase stands next to the machine.
HOUSE (CONT'D): Clear!
House places the ends on Betty's chest and Chase turns the control knobs on the machine.
We hear a ZAPPING noise and Betty's body jumps. House looks at the monitors.
HOUSE'S POV:
The monitors haven't changed.
INTERIOR HOSPITAL HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS
As we see Kevin looking into Betty's room and watching everything. Cuddy rushes over and closes the blinds.
INTERIOR BETTY'S ROOM – CONTINUOUS
HOUSE (CONT'D): Damn it. Okay, everybody – let's try it again.
HOUSE (CONT'D, to Foreman): Ready?
Foreman removes the bag from Betty's mouth.
HOUSE (CONT'D): Clear!
We hear a ZAPPING noise and Betty's body jumps again.
CUDDY: It helped a little. I can feel a pulse.
HOUSE: Okay, give me another one.
Foreman removes the bag again.
HOUSE: Clear!
We hear the ZAPPING noise and Betty's body jumps again. House looks at the monitors.
HOUSE'S POV:
There is a flat line, and then a BEEP sound is heard and pulse line is shown.
FOREMAN: That's it, girl.
CHASE: Welcome back, Betty.
CUDDY: Good work, Doctor.
Chase and Foreman react.
HOUSE: What? Surprised I got a compliment? You're right; I should be getting more.
Then House exits.
INTERIOR CLINIC – WAITING AREA – DAY
There is a receptionist at the desk. House enters.
RECEPTIONIST: Oh, good, doctor – you're here.
HOUSE: Doctor House has entered at 10:30 AM. I'll be in my office since –
RECEPTIONIST: You have a patient in Room One.
HOUSE (CONT'D): – you don't have any patients for me to see.
RECEPTIONIST (CONT'D): Dr. Cuddy called and wanted me to remind you to find Betty Loud's cat.
She then hands House a folder.
HOUSE: Great. What is this one in here for?
RECEPTIONIST: He says he has headaches.
HOUSE: How ironic. I'm getting one too.
House then exits.
INTERIOR CLINIC – EXAM ROOM #1 – CONTINUOUS
The room is dark as House enters, turning on the light. SCOTT, in his 20's, reacts to the light.
SCOTT: Can you turn that down?
HOUSE: What? The light?
SCOTT: Yeah, the light. It's too bright.
House switches the light back off.
HOUSE: Better?
SCOTT: Yeah; they're always too bright. I've been like that since I was four.
HOUSE: What happened when you were four?
SCOTT: I died and then came back.
HOUSE: You've got to be kidding. One of those out-of-the-body experiences.
SCOTT: I don't know what happened. My doctor said I was clinically dead for a minute. Ever since then, I've had problems with bright lights.
HOUSE: If kids died and came back, they would have more than just sensitivity to bright lights.
House thinks about it and then gets up.
SCOTT: What about my headaches?
HOUSE: Take some ibuprofen.
INTERIOR HOUSE'S OFFICE – OUTER OFFICE – DAY
Chase, Cameron, and Foreman are gathered around the table. There are some symptoms listed on the whiteboard: "sensitivity to light"; "loud noises"; and "sensitivity to medicines".
CHASE (to Cameron): We started Betty on those beta-blockers.
CAMERON: That should help.
CHASE: Has anyone seen her cat?
CAMERON: The last I heard, it was on Floor Two.
House then enters.
FOREMAN: So who is this new patient we are working on?
HOUSE: Nobody.
CHASE: You mean you called us in here to go over someone you just made up?
HOUSE: Nope. We're still doing Betty Loud.
FOREMAN: I don't remember Betty complaining about any of those symptoms.
HOUSE: Foreman, your memory's going.
CHASE (to Foreman): Remember, she wouldn't tell us anything.
CHASE (to House): Wait a minute. If she wouldn't tell us anything, then where did you get these symptoms?
HOUSE: From Scott, a male in his twenties.
CAMERON: Now who the hell is Scott?
HOUSE: A patient I had in the Clinic today.
FOREMAN (surprised): You were at the Clinic? Today?
HOUSE: Yes, I was. (BEAT) What is everyone looking so surprised for?
Everyone knows why.
HOUSE (CONT'D): Now, back to our patient. This Scott was mentioning that he has sensitivity to lights...
House then underlines "sensitivity to light".
HOUSE (CONT'D): …since he was four years old.
CHASE: So some people are sensitive to lights.
House feels like he isn't getting anywhere.
HOUSE (annoyed): He's been experiencing this ever since he died.
FOREMAN: Are you telling me your Scott died years ago?
HOUSE: Yep. Which is why he has this problem now.
CHASE: You were clinically dead years ago.
HOUSE: Yes, but I wasn't a kid.
CAMERON: What does this have to do with Betty?
HOUSE: If you let me finish my story, I'll tell you.
Everyone is paying attention now.
HOUSE (CONT'D): Picture, if you will, a kid maybe five years old.
While House is talking we move to:
VISUAL EFFECTS:
We see a COMPUTER-GENERATED PICTURE of a child. We enter the body and see all the vital organs working.
HOUSE (V.O.): Everything is fine, and then something happens.
CHASE (V.O.): Like a heart attack.
The heart lights up.
FOREMAN (V.O.): Grand mal seizure.
The nerves light up.
HOUSE (V.O.): Exactly.
HOUSE (V.O., CONT'D): Okay, let's say a heart attack.
Now the heart is lit up and we have a CLOSEUP of it. While House continues to talk, we follow the process on the organs and see an inside detail of what happens inside the child's body.
HOUSE (V.O., CONT'D): Now: when the heart stops, there is no more oxygen to the brain.
FOREMAN (V.O.): So if this person isn't given oxygen immediately, then the person dies from it.
CAMERON (V.O.): Which can give anyone hallucinations…
HOUSE (V.O.): Follow me, Cameron. This is a five-year-old, not an adult. What would be different for a kid?
CHASE (V.O.): Your time is shorter.
FOREMAN (V.O.): Their bodies are still growing, so something like that at an early age could have repercussions on their systems.
HOUSE (V.O.): Thank you, my neurologist. So if it affects their eyes during development…
CAMERON (V.O.): …giving them sensitivity to light.
HOUSE (V.O.): Exactly.
BACK IN ROOM
HOUSE (CONT'D): Now try Betty Loud. She dies during this period.
HOUSE (to Foreman): And what does she have already?
FOREMAN: Epilepsy.
HOUSE: So now she wouldn't just have sensitivity to light like this guy Scott does –
CAMERON (interrupting): – but be sensitive to medications.
Now House underlines "sensitivity to medicines".
CHASE: So in order for her to have sensitivity to loud noises, it would have to affect her hearing during development.
HOUSE: Exactly.
FOREMAN: So she told you she had these problems?
HOUSE: Not yet.
CAMERON: What do you mean, not yet?
HOUSE: I haven't talked to her about this.
FOREMAN: Then why are we even having this discussion?
HOUSE: When I was over at Betty's apartment, I turned on the light and she reacted like it was way too bright. Then of course she had her aura after that.
FOREMAN: It has already been proven that some epileptics are sensitive to bright lights and loud noises.
HOUSE: And when do they start having these problems?
FOREMAN: Most of them when they are kids.
HOUSE: And what happens when they have seizures?
FOREMAN: If it's a grand mal, they can have their oxygen cut off.
HOUSE: For how long?
FOREMAN: A few seconds or –
HOUSE: Long enough to cause sensitivity.
FOREMAN (CONT'D): – longer, causing sensitivity…
HOUSE (CONT'D, to Foreman): I knew there was a reason I invited you here. Now I've just got to go figure out if my theory is right.
INTERIOR HOSPITAL HALLWAY – DAY
House is outside of Betty's room. He looks in.
INTERIOR BETTY'S ROOM – CONTINUOUS
We see Betty is asleep in her bed. Kevin is sitting in a chair, watching the TV. House enters, taps Kevin on the shoulder and signals for Kevin to leave with him. House exits, followed by Kevin.
INTERIOR HOSPITAL HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS
House is outside and Kevin enters.
HOUSE: Let's walk while we talk; I don't want Florence Nightingale waking up.
KEVIN: Okay. What did you want to talk about?
They begin walking.
HOUSE: Has your sister ever been classified as clinically dead?
KEVIN: Sort of.
HOUSE: I figured I would have better luck getting information out you than her. Now: how can you be "sort of" dead?
KEVIN: It's my understanding you have to be in a hospital to be classified as dead, don't you?
HOUSE: Not necessarily.
KEVIN: Well in that case, yes.
HOUSE: When?
KEVIN: The first one.
HOUSE (interrupting): First one. How many times has this happened to her?
KEVIN: She's had so many I lost track.
HOUSE: When was the first one?
KEVIN: Just after she was born.
HOUSE: In the first few minutes?
KEVIN: Our mom said it was the first few days. The doctor didn't want to do CPR or anything, and just said Betty didn't want to breathe, and left her like that.
House reacts and then rushes back into Betty's room.
KEVIN: What's the matter?
HOUSE: I gave her the wrong medicine; it could be killing her.
Kevin then dashes to Betty's room.
INTERIOR BETTY'S ROOM – CONTINUOUS
House quickly enters, followed by Kevin. House looks at the monitors. The blood-pressure monitor shows 50/20, and the EKG line is slowly moving.
KEVIN: How is she?
HOUSE: She's unconscious. Go get a nurse.
Kevin exits. House quickly disconnects the IV. Kevin returns with a nurse.
HOUSE (CONT'D) (to nurse): Page someone from my team here, stat! Plus I need an epinephrine injection.
The nurse exits. House looks at the monitors. The BP monitor shows 51/23. The pulse line is slowly moving.
HOUSE (CONT'D): Where the hell is everybody?
Just then Chase and Cameron enter.
HOUSE (CONT'D): Oh good. Which one of you has my injectable?
CAMERON: I have it.
HOUSE: Give it to me.
Cameron hands it to House. House takes it and injects the medicine into Betty's thigh. Then he looks at the monitors again. The BP monitor shows 60/30, the pulse still moving slowly.
HOUSE (CONT'D): Get me another one.
CAMERON: You're supposed to wait a bit to see if there's a reaction before administering another shot.
HOUSE: If I needed a lecture, I would have called for Cuddy. Now who has another one?
CHASE: I do.
HOUSE: Give it.
Chase is reluctant.
HOUSE (CONT'D): Do you want to go over to Kevin and tell why you killed his sister?
Chase turns to Kevin, who has an angry look on his face.
CHASE: No.
Then he hands the injectable to House. House takes it and administers it into Betty's thigh. House looks at the monitors again.
HOUSE'S POV:
The BP monitor is now at 65/36 and slowly rising. The pulse line is increasing now.
HOUSE: See, people – I was right. She was suffering from sensitivity to medicines.
KEVIN: That's why she was having a problem with the antacid you gave her.
HOUSE: Yep, and we didn't see it at the time. We thought she was having a cardiac arrest from all that weight she'd lost.
KEVIN: How did she become sensitive to the meds?
HOUSE: I think the two of us need to go for a walk.
House and Kevin exit.
INTERIOR HOUSE'S OFFICE – INNER OFFICE – DAY
House is walking over to his desk. He begins to sit down and has an unusual look on his face. He looks around the room.
HOUSE'S POV:
There is no one in the room besides him. House then looks down at his leg.
HOUSE'S POV:
The missing cat is sitting next to him.
HOUSE: Let me guess – you came in here to get away from Cuddy. I come here for the same reason.
Just then Cuddy storms in.
CUDDY: I've got security people, doctors, and all sorts of staff looking for one cat, and what are you doing here? Nothing.
HOUSE: I found the cat.
CUDDY: Yeah, right. I'll believe it when I see it.
Then the cat MEOWS.
CUDDY (CONT'D): What was that?
HOUSE: What was what?
CUDDY: I heard a cat. Are you hiding the cat?
HOUSE: Why would I want to hide a cat I threatened to neuter?
CUDDY: Where is he?
HOUSE: Over here by me.
CUDDY: Hand him over. Never mind; I'll get him myself.
She walks over to House and looks down.
CUDDY'S POV:
The cat is between House's legs.
CUDDY (CONT'D): Can you hand him to me?
HOUSE: But would that take away the fun.
CUDDY: You make me nauseous.
She then grabs the cat and exits.
HOUSE: No goodbyes.
INTERIOR HOSPITAL HALLWAY – DAY
Betty is sitting in wheelchair being pushed by a volunteer, while Kevin is walking with them.
BETTY: I have a hard question for you.
KEVIN: Okay, let's see how hard it is.
BETTY: What made you think I needed to go see a doctor?
KEVIN: The weight you were losing.
BETTY: What do you mean? I was enjoying it. I could have lost a lot of more weight if I didn't lose that bet, too.
KEVIN: Let me ask you this: if you didn't see the doctor from the bet, when would have you gone?
BETTY: When I started having those auras.
KEVIN: When was that?
BETTY: At my apartment, when Dr. House was there.
KEVIN: Pretty much when you were dying, then.
BETTY: Yep.
KEVIN: That would have been too late.
BETTY (sarcastic): I know that now.
They look at each other and smile…
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT FOUR
 

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Let Us Prey, Part 9: Problematic Methodologies


Back at last!
It turns out I needed a couple more days' decompression from the marathon writing I knocked off last week. (Whew!) Sorry about that. As mentioned earlier, the ~26 pages are slated most likely to become the first chapter of what may in time be darned good piece of fiction; or play; or film… or not. But it was quite the blast to write, and that's very nearly enough. And with sincere pardon for anything resembling egotism, it really does seem pretty darned good. Hence my not putting it up here, my friends. Internet content is generally too free for the taking, and I'd rather not turn my skull-sweat over to someone else to cram into their wallet.
All this is extremely off-topic from what I've been focused on here outside the Empty Tomb. As our Eastern cousins say: "He is risen." "Indeed, he's risen." Let's get back on track.
These is the ground we've covered so far:
We were last digging into these hateful words from the wounded, twisted John Wojnowski:
Easy proof and evidence: in 2002 then cardinal Ratzinger, in one elaborate and authoritative sounding whopper, a criminally ignorant or criminally mendacious statement, one brazen big lie that would have made Joseph Goebbels proud, claimed that less than one percent of Catholic priests sexually molest children!
Whoever cares enough to investigate can easily find out the tragic truth. Despite the secrecy, the stonewalling and the nature of the crime that prevents the great majority of the victims from coming forward and telling, the figure of eleven percent is closer to the number of priests who were caught. That is ONLY THE PRIESTS WHO WERE EXPOSED!
Prior to 2002 the Vatican was actually complaining that prison was too harsh a penalty for pedophiles!
And I'd gotten particularly heated in trying to find any kind of substantiation for these apparent statistics that he's trotted out. A quick read shows he's provided no substantiation, and simply lays out… numbers. Anyone can do that; it's the secret behind writing convincing papers in school, and getting the pliant sheep and other lemmings to follow along merrily behind you.
It also – do you hear me, John? – does not stand up to investigation and cold light of day. I've shown already that the most-likely anything I found coming out of the Church 2002 that might correspond to what he's claimed of our Pope… simply shows nothing of the sort – nor anything from the then-Cardinal.
So, sir: I for one do care enough to investigate as you rightfully insist, and at least thus far the truth I find is tragic only to your agenda. Are you counting on the rest of the world to take your word for it based only on an understandable, genuine sympathy for you and what you've suffered? Caveat dictor: We are not all lemmings.
And listen: because you've endured a horrible wrong, compounded by what likely was indeed stonewalling by certain idiots (yes, I said that) in the Hierarchy… does not make everything you choose to assert about the Church right. Follow me?
A tragic handful of low people in high places in the Mystical Body of Christ, His Church… does not make the true and pure teachings of the Church invalid and untrue, no more than do the ravings and bloodied hands of Timothy McVeigh make all Americans terrorists. Those people do soil us, though – contamination by association – but we are all the flawed, woefully imperfect people, from pew to Pontiff, who have made up the Church from there to Eternity.
We're each one of us imperfect, and some of us are downright evil and unrepentant. Thus the messengers are indeed dirtied. The Message itself – love, compassion, mercy, peace, forgiveness – remains incorrupt. Do not lose sight of that, sir.
Thus far I've been unable to find documentation in the online Vatican archives even remotely paralleling what Wonjowski writes about the Church's supposed pre-2002 stance on pedophilia (and which he fails utterly to document). No, I've not been completely thorough and poked into every last corner. And if/when I find myself in Rome, spending my time flipping through pages to refute this sad fellow will not be tops on my list of things to do.
I've been finding some more interesting articles, though. Here's a two-part 2002 Zenit interview with a Dr. Gladys Sweeney, an impressively accredited Catholic psychologist: http://www.ewtn.com/library/ISSUES/ZSCANDAL.HTM.
Read it.
And I wish I'd seen it earlier on in my in-depth response to Mr. Wojnowski's vitriol. For instance, some very good counter-statistics can be laid out against his… and with much greater credibility – unless, of course, one buys into the dictatorial and oligarchian demagogic stance that the person charged is not permitted to defend him/herself. Seems to me that's what John's complaining about. Whaddaya know.
Here are some statistics for you, John; please respond, and you're welcome to my soapbox (but I'm the editor):
"Father Thomas Nelson, executive director of the Institute on Religious Life and professor of philosophy at the Norbertine seminary in Orange [sic; the website gives Silverado], California, states that fewer than 2% of priests have been involved in pedophilia, as compared to 4% of married people and 7% of the general lay population. The statistics show that the problem of pedophilia is no greater among priests than among the general population."
The source of this deeply troubling scandal, Dr. Sweeney argues convincingly, is not in pedophilia, but homosexual ephebophilia. (This is a new word to me, too – but the concept's ancient. And I'll get back to this point before I'm done with Wojnowski.) "Pedophilia", however, is understandably a much more frightening word and condition than "homosexuality". Gay priests? Ho-hum; heard it. And "ephebophilia" would leave all of us scratching our heads. But shout anywhere: "the priests over there are feeling up our little children!" – and we all lock our kids up and grab our clubs and torches. (For our children's sake, we're likely to strike first and ask questions later, of course. Or we'd be lousy parents. Right? Uh – )
Here's another:
"Many of the earlier studies—Billings and Beckwith, 1993; Bailey and Pillard, 1995; LeVay, 1991—after being evaluated, revealed problematic methodologies. There were confounding factors in the research and clear bias even before the data was [sic] collected."
Folks, I haven't the scholastic/academic background – let alone time and ever-wearier inclination – to plow much deeper in finding articles pro and con on this issue, and further articles behind those, and at the very least skimming them to get a clearer idea about what's being/been said. You can do this, too – I've been providing plenty of links to these, not overlooking ones with which I disagree. Lots more to be found.
Friend Wojnowski is seemingly counting on our not being able or willing to do this simple bit of reasonable, sensible deeper-looking… and most strongly suggests by his wording and his data's lack of attributions that he functions much the same way himself, if not worse.
Another reason I wish I'd found the above article earlier, and will need to return to it, is seen in a further quote, this from the second part of Dr. Sweeney's interview:
"To suggest that the solution to the problem is to change the celibacy rules is not a logical suggestion.
"If there is infidelity in a marriage, the solution is not to rethink the principle of fidelity. Celibacy is not the problem. It might in fact be the answer."
Again, I repeat myself: removing celibacy will not turn the 2% of priests who are gay (let alone the 11% Wojnowski claims) into happily married men with smiling wives and not even the tiniest inclination to look twice at the altarboy or parochial junior/senior high-school student.
John, you were preyed on and molested by a homosexual ephebophile, not a pedophile. However, making a corrected identification does not abnegate the betrayal of the perpetrator's vows, and of your trust in him. Nor your still-open, salted wounds. Nor does this diminish the merit of your demand for redress, something in which, in fact, I support you.
But you do your cause, and the cause of the whole range of victims of such betrayals (whether by ephebophiles or by genuine pedophiles), a terrible injustice by your methods and wording. And so I feel sorry for you… but not the way you want me to.
You know, folks, I hate to kick a cripple. But I simply lose much sympathy for a genuinely, obviously handicapped person when s/he starts hurling abuse at someone I love, and shouts untenable claims that defy common sense and all evidence.
You can stay on your corner with your cardboard sign, sir. And I'll even give you my only good raincoat, and a hot sandwich to keep you going. But I'm saving the five bucks I was going to put in your cup, and I'll hand it off to the Salvation Army instead.
Have a nice day, John.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Write On!


Okay, I need to beg off one more day, everybody.

I went to bed after finishing last night's blog. Read some more of a very challenging 1940s German science fiction novel my dad had recommended decades ago (Spartacus, fourteen cents says you know the author, but not the work. Want to bet? See my "Bedside Bookshelf" tab, once I finally update it. Click on it, Sparks, and you've lost the bet. Heh-heh.), switched off the light...

And the heated dialog the kids were foolishly eavesdropping on when I'd quit my story before blogging... started writing itself in my head. Two senior citizens fuming, three forty-somethings alternately soothing and provoking more fulmination. And the kids just outside the window, crouching out of sight, were in 'way over their heads.

I hate making children cry, even if they're my own fictional creation.

I got up, hit the light again, switched the computer back on, and turned my keyboard over to the poor sobbing kids. They wrote themselves back out of that terribly uncomfortable situation, then they walked off, still sniffling, to a... cemetery.

Much better. And I shut down and went to sleep; by that time, I could hear birds chirping outside.

Today before lunch I returned to the fictitious cemetery, gave those kids my keyboard again, and watched. Younger kid (boy) turned himself into a zebra (totally unanticipated by me... and it resolved a bunch of things building up), which cheered his cousin (girl) back up. Back home. There the old-woman relative woke up, apologized sincerely, and proceeded to nearly break three of the boy's ribs. Five to ten hours' keying and tweaking, polishing. Done; finished. End Chapter One.

That really is a summary of what went on... and it was nothing like that. It's an absolute hoot, funny, even while not written as humor or sitcom per se. Twenty-six pages in this same font – twenty of these pages just since yesterday morning. This big first part of the whole story (and a much later part that Sparky kindly reviewed for me) is straight fiction. I've plotted out the time-travel middle, of course, and just need to tighten the nuts and bolts on the mechanism, then push the big green button.

So I'm putting the story away again for now, unless I decide to retrieve both turtle and sombrero (which got left behind somewhere), and will return to defending the Church tomorrow. Besides great fun writing this (and, uh, neglecting a load of housework), it's been quite the refreshment.

John Wojnowski, look out. See you tomorrow.