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Project Title	Tag	Kind
Only Coffee Shops Worked	Concept Document	Text
Only Coffee Shops Worked	Movie Script	Text

Only Coffee Shops Worked

Concept Text

Only coffee shops were open.

“I remember a day when people were afraid to look up. Early in the morning they would go to ATMs and 24-hour stores without noticing each other, as if somewhat embarrassed. Later, only coffee shops were open.”

A story about the loss and acquisition of identity

The world is silent, it is in a state of irreversible ecological and demographic crisis, and, as if the body, after fighting a serious illness, has frozen in a calm pre-death state. For people, time has stopped, and their memory is gradually erased. No means of communication work. The Internet and radio waves have burned in the flames of a war that never ends, and fronts appear and disappear chaotically.

The poison brought by the war has distorted everything - if this pause ever passes - the world must either self-destruct or completely reform. People say that even the trees watch them with blinking eyes, that plants change their positions overnight. They gossip that a dragon walks the steppes, formed from thunderclouds, and where he steps with his paw - there is a downpour and lightning - as if in alarm.

Jack is a traveler and a looter. Jack has a dream of opening his own coffee shop, and he keeps repeating it, like a fixed idea. But in the place where he lived, the coffee mines collapsed due to a disaster, and it is no longer possible to get raw materials for this business. Jack sets off on a fire by hitchhiking to the west - because this is the only logical direction where he can find what he is looking for. After all, as they say - in the east there are only deserted swamps.

The hitchhiking trip turns into a hike, as there is no car passing by on the road west - complete silence. Jack walks along the road and finds a half-abandoned roadside establishment. Jack decides to search it for provisions and useful items.

He meets Irish, the owner of the establishment. A military deserter in hiding, he dreams of returning to the war, because outside of the war he has no one to talk to, but he doesn't know where it is happening now, and he is afraid of punishment.

Irish nearly shoots Jack out of fear. Irish and Jack get to know each other and talk about their fate and the state of the world over coffee, which Jack skillfully makes.

Jack shows Irish the Radio that Jack found earlier while looting an abandoned bunker. Jack explains that upon entering the bunker he saw three objects on a table - a heart of stone, a sword, and a map. The radio, which was also there, despite the lack of radio waves, said that if Jack chose the heart of stone - he would feel all the pain in the world, if he chose the sword - he would save the world, if he chose the map - he would remember everything that had happened in the world.

When Irish asks what Jack chose, Jack replies that after these words he no longer listened to the Radio, but simply took everything, including the Radio, because everything looked useful or valuable.

The radio, however, was broken, although it was the only interlocutor on the road, and Jack would really like to fix it.

Irish and Jack are fixing the Radio. The Radio starts playing random snippets of phrases in different voices.

Irish is having trouble sleeping. In the morning, while Jack is still asleep, the radio calls out to Irish in the voice of one of his dead brothers. Irish gets scared, becomes paranoid, and digs up a grave in the backyard. He sees that the body is

Jack approaches Irish, who is looking at the body in the pit. The radio plays the recording to the end.

Radio explains that everything Radio says - the effect of the world echo - is radio waves that sounded before the destruction of radio communication, circled the earth billions of times or were recalibrated from the Moon to the Earth and back, and finally, years later - were retransmitted to this Radio.

Jack becomes sad and serious. Jack and Irish silently set off on a journey together, or to find what each of them is looking for. Irish sees only Jack's sword and map, and asks where the Heart of Stone is. Jack lightly hits the railing with his fist and says he took it too.

The radio starts playing the recording from the bunker again, about the choice between heart, sword and card. The words play to the end, and it becomes clear that the bunker is the last outpost and still existing territory of Independent Ukraine, a place where coffee shops worked until the end.

Whoever left this bunker behind - they not only left important artifacts there, but also created a device (Radio) capable of capturing radio waves for the entire existence of radio communication - centuries of history.

Mood;

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Only Coffee Shops Worked - Short Movie Script (20min)

DIRECTOR'S SCREENPLAY

for a short feature film

“Only Coffee Shops Worked”

Director - Yulia (Luli) Osmak

Director of photography - Yaroslav Kambarov

FOP OSMAK YULIA VIKTORIVNA

GtinRoli:

Irish

Jack

Supporting roles:

Radio

Psychotherapist

Swallow's Corpse

Nameless corpse

LIST OF OBJECTS:

Nature/Exterior:

Road

Roadside establishment

Ruins, industrial waste in nature

Interior:

Roadside establishment

Psychotherapist's office

Interior (animation):

Bunker

TOTAL FOR THE FILM:

±16:30

Object	Scene No.	Timing	Scene content	Roles		Game transport, props, additions
INT. PSYCHOTHERAPIST'S OFFICE, DAY	0-1	00,20	In the psychotherapist's office, the psychotherapist sits at his workplace with a medical tablet in his hands. A potted plant stands in the patient's place. The therapist looks up from the tablet to the plant. PSYCHOTHERAPIST How long have you had... this? The plant is not responding. sounds like: snog - the human germ		Psychotherapist	Plant, Tablet, Pen, Glasses (round or half-moon, clear)
Ruins, industrial waste in nature	0-0-1	00,10	Three atmospheric shots alternate. The last one is of a road.
INT. ROAD DAY	1	00,40	JACK walks along the road swinging a baseball bat. Jack has a portable RADIO attached to his belt, which is playing music. The music is interrupted by white noise. JACK Oh my god, at least one car RADIO white noise Freight traffic was significantly reduced due to JACK It would seem that someone should go west - at least someone should! Jack sits by the road and votes. Jack falls onto his back, putting one of his hands under his head. JACK Coffee is a number, a currency, anything can be measured in cups of coffee RADIO This theory is absurd from a mathematical point of view. It's getting dark. Jack walks along the road. JACK Hmm, so what, are we going to fight like this all the way to the border? RADIO The Ink Spots - Maybe Maybe~ JACK Haha… shut up	Jack Radio		Baseball bat, mask, Radio
NAT.ROADSIDE ESTABLISHMENT DAY	2	01,45	Jack walks wearily along the road, dragging his bat behind him. asphalt, yawns. Jack raises his head. Jack sees the establishment. Jack uses a monocular to survey the facility from a distance - no one is visible. JACK You know what, at moments like this I wonder I will find problems on my own. Ass or something valuable? What do you think? RADIO white noise pirate melody Ahoy, captain. Jack comes closer and looks out the window. There is no one inside. visible. Pulls on the door handle, it is closed. Jack puts on a mask hanging around the neck, on the face. JACK Oh, my parents are gone, there's no one at home, you can have fun. Jack walks away a little and sees a car parked nearby. institution. JACK Oh, oh, oh! And the horses are still there. How What is it called? RADIO white noise And... You hit the jackpot! Jack walks up to the car and looks inside. There's no one in the car. No. There are no keys in the starter either. JACK Well, okay. There are no keys, let's start it up. old lady? Jack takes a step back from the car door, lightly. knocks on the side window of the door and makes a move to break it out glass. JACK As the primitive people used to say, the Czechs... bricks in... IRISH Hands! Jack freezes in place in a swinging stance. IRISH aims at Jack with Jack slowly turns to Irish, raising his hands, one of which still holds a baseball bat. Irish and Jack stands silently. Jack slowly places the bat on the ground beside himself. Irish doesn't react. Jack lets out a nervous laugh and pushes the bat away with his foot. The bat rolls towards Irish. Irish on He is distracted by the bat for a second and looks up at Jack again. Irish remains silent. JACK Listen, relax, I'm unarmed... IRISH I don't know you. JACK Yeeee.. I'm Jack Irish lowers his weapon. IRISH How? Is that something in American? Show me your passport! Jack, with his hands raised, shrugs awkwardly. He begins reach for your front pocket. IRISH Hands! Say "palyanitsa"! Jack quickly drops his hands. JACK But how can I show you my passport like this? Jack and Irish stand in silence. Irish aims at Jack. Jack He stretches his neck, tired of standing in an awkward position. JACK Who are you? IRISH I'm Irish. Jack raises his eyebrows. JACK Something in American? IRISH ... This is a call sign! Come on, be careful with your hands. on the car. Irish takes a step towards Jack. The radio turns on and starts playing. white noise, tuning into the wave. RADIO white noise The clock strikes nine... Irish quickly changes the direction of the weapon and fires. Bullet pierces Radio. Jack recoils, seeing Radio damaged, in His eyes bulge with rage and he rushes forward. He picks up the bat as he runs, swinging at Irish. JACK Bitch! What's the radio for...?	Jack Irish Radio		Mask, We Baseball bat, Car, Radio, Radio (shot), Revolver, RPG-7 (optional)
INT.ROADSIDE ESTABLISHMENT DAY	3	5:40	INT.ROADSIDE ESTABLISHMENT DAY IRISH IRISH So, what did I stop at? Jack sits tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth. Irish stands with his arms crossed, leaning against the bar nearby. A shotgun rests next to him. Irish tells Jack a story. IRISH When it all started - I was with my friends, right at the airport. We were celebrating... something, I don't remember what, when the fighter jets flew over, well, I'm not going to lie, right twenty meters above the roof. Irish pushes herself off the bar counter IRISH Since then, I have had a new hobby. Fire. The flames rose all the way to the planes, and I put them out with my bare hands. Irish shows Jack his hands. IRISH I love putting out fires now, jumping right in where a human can't be and putting them out with just my hands - there's something special about fire, you know? It's like a dance. You know people who dance and spin fire around them? JACK Moans inaudibly IRISH Do you even understand the language? Do you understand what I'm saying? JACK Moans inaudibly IRISH How many fingers am I showing? Irish shows three fingers. Jack looks at Irish from under his forehead, frowning. Irish pushes off the counter and sits down next to Jack. He puts his hand on Jack's shoulder. IRISH Okay. Then listen, just in case. For you, everything… Jack squirms in the ropes towards Irish, his eyes bulging angrily at Irish. JACK Moans inaudibly IRISH But what is this? Listen, I'm telling you! Do you want to live? Jack blinks a few times, his eyes darting anxiously over Irish. Jack nods. IRISH Listen, everything will be fine. It's all over for you, you fought, you scouted - that's it. Jack furrows his eyebrows in surprise, looking intently at Irish. IRISH Now you will be exchanged, you will return home to your children and family. Do you have children? Jack, still with his eyebrows raised in surprise, shakes his head in denial. Irish continues talking, no longer paying attention to Jack's gestures. IRISH You will return to them. All that is required of you is to speak. Now I will remove the gag - and you will calmly tell me everything. How many of you are there? Where are you? Why were you sent here? Do you understand? Jack listens to Irish as if spellbound. He takes a few seconds to digest the information, then shakes his head as if rejecting the incomprehensible information. JACK Moans inaudibly) IRISH Okay, well done. Irish takes the gag out of Jack's mouth. Jack immediately shouts out what he's been trying to mumble the whole time he was gagged. JACK Screaming Bitch, what's Radio for?! IRISH Yes, about that. Irish steps away from Jack and picks up the shot Radio from the bar. He holds it up to Jack, leaning over to show Radio. IRISH You have a working radio. JACK Damn, what the hell were you shooting at him for? IRISH There is no radio communication anymore, I have been sitting here without communication for almost a year. How does it work? JACK What if? You press the button and it works. Untie me and I'll go! Irish stands up and slaps the tied-up Jack. He looks at his hand and guiltily removes it. He squats down next to Jack. IRISH Eh… listen, you little brat, listen, I don't like beating prisoners, I don't like torturing prisoners, tell me who sent you and how many of you are there. Jack turns back to Irish. Chews his lips. JACK I'm not a snob. I'm just going west. IRISH With what task? JACK I want to… open a coffee shop. Irish raises an eyebrow and stands up. Irish walks away, picks up a canister, and approaches Jack. Irish begins to pour gasoline around Jack. JACK Hey, hey, what's this joke? IRISH Come on, are you going to talk or not? JACK Damn it, I'm telling it like it is! Irish shakes his head, pats his pockets, and pulls out a lighter. He holds the lighter up to Jack's face. He presses it once, the lighter doesn't light the first time, but a spark appears. JACK Aah! Fuck, I'll tell you everything, wait, wait! Irish hides the lighter and starts walking around Jack with the Russians behind him. IRISH I am listening carefully. Jack takes a breath, looks around, trying to find the right words - he doesn't know what to tell the crazy man. JACK A coffee shop… yes, it’s true about the coffee shop, I’m serious. You know how the world is right now, everything is frozen, nothing is moving, there are no people. So I think we should go west, because in the east there are only swamps… And Radio, yes, Radio. The signal has to come from somewhere, right?! Also only from the west - so there is still radio communication in the west! Am I right? Jack sees that Irish has stopped in front of him and listens somewhat fascinated, looking up somewhere. He lets out a laugh. He continues to speak without any significant panic. JACK I just... always dreamed of opening a coffee shop. Now people exist within the confines of their homes as in parallel realities. When it all started - people seemed to distance themselves, went with their heads down early in the morning to 24-hour stores and ATMs, and coffee shops - they worked the longest. Like the last thing that created society. In the West, there is probably still civilization... maybe someone needs them there? Jack notices that Irish is silent for a long time. JACK Hey, Colonel? Irish comes to, and speaks in a hoarse voice, as if trying to swallow back tears. IRISH Honestly… it’s a good thing you came! There’s absolutely no one to talk to here. Jack blinks a few times, surprised by the change in Irish's voice and rhetoric. Irish stands there staring at the floor. IRISH I'm not a colonel, by the way. Jack makes a gesture as if spreading his arms, which is hindered by his hands tied to the chair. JACK But... it's empty. Thank you for your hospitality. Irish smiles. IRISH The Mraz... they send these unshot-wielding rascals to war. You look like my son. I was. JACK I don't... listen, maybe you can untie me now that we've resolved this... regrettable misunderstanding? Irish approaches Jack and begins to untie one of his hands. IRISH And you're not running away? Jack thinks for a second, looks away. Nods and immediately starts shaking his head. Tells an obvious lie. JACK Nooooo.. Irish continues to untie Jack. In the process, he points his finger at Jack. IRISH If you try, I'll have to shoot you. JACK "That's very kind of you. And how many guests have you buried like that?" Irish stops with the ropes in his hands. He doesn't answer, he swallows. Then he continues to tie Jack up.	Jack, Irish		Radio (shot through), shibari ropes (4x8m.), canister with gasoline, lighter, revolver, gag
NAT.ROADSIDE ESTABLISHMENT EVENING	0-0-2	0,10	Intermittent frame. Sounds of a working coffee machine.
INT.ROADSIDE ESTABLISHMENT EVENING	3+	1,30	Jack, in the establishment, is making coffee. JACK It's rustling and it's filled. Haven't you used it at all? Irish is sitting at the table. Jack brings coffee for himself and Irish. On the table is a radio that has been shot through. IRISH But you young people are the ones who understand technology, thank you. Irish drinks his coffee in one gulp. IRISH Mm... you know your stuff, you little shit. Jack glances at Irish and begins to slowly drink his coffee. JACK Are you kidding me that I'm from the same place as you? IRISH So… you walk the roads a lot. JACK You could say that since no one uses them anymore. IRISH Where are our people now? Where is the war going? Jack clears his throat and puts the cup on the table. JACK Ours? Well, I don't know. There's a war going on here and there now, you never know. Why would you need it? Irish waves his hand at the interior of the establishment. IRISH I have to hold my ground here, but when was that? I don't even remember when. It's just... it's kind of hell to sit here without any contact. Джинс, потискає розлеами. JACK Skeptical I can only suggest you the contact information of a psychiatrist. Irish straightens up enthusiastically. IRISH Is it true? JACK Um... no, I can't. Irish shakes his head sadly. IRISH Psychiatrist. Yes, why do I need a psychiatrist? JACK And you're right. This world needs a psychologist, not us. Irish turns on the radio on the table. IRISH But still - where did you get this from? JACK What? Ah… Radio. Uh… Jack lights up with enthusiasm, puts down his cup and begins to talk passionately. JACK In short, literally the other day, such a strange story!	Irish, Jack		Coffee machine, coffee cups, radio (shot)
INT. BUNKER DAY (animation)	4	1,10	Jack enters the bunker, looks around, bat at the ready. JACK So I found this empty bunker. I thought I'd look for anything valuable there. I thought I'd spend the night, because it was getting dark, somehow it was dark outside, scary - it's not a camel. Jack rummages through drawers, looking for valuables. JACK And then I hear a voice - as if from nowhere, I almost shit myself there. And the voice says: Jack jumps up in fear. A radio on legs runs up to Jack. JACK changes intonation, imitating the radio On the table in front of you are three artifacts: a heart of stone, a sword, and a map. Radio grabs Jack by the hand and leads him to a table on which lies a heart of stone, a sword, and a map. JACK And all this radio turned out to be saying, well, so it says further: changes intonation, imitating the radio If you choose a heart of stone, you will feel the pain of all the people in the world. If you choose a sword, you must save the world, and if you choose a map, you must remember everything in the world. Jack scratches the back of his head and walks past the artifacts with interest. He grabs his sword. He tries to pull it out of its scabbard. JACK I take that sword, you know, I try to pull it out of the scabbard, but I can't, I pull it a second time, and it's like it's stuck, no way at all. And then I just shout... "Wow, bitch!", and the radio says changes intonation, imitating the radio Choose wisely, then, because this is all that remains of the territory of independent Ukraine…	Jack, Radio		(animation)
INT.ROADSIDE ESTABLISHMENT EVENING	5	3,30	Jack stops talking and clears his throat guiltily. Irish jumps up. IRISH Stop, what? Jack scratches the back of his head, pretending not to understand what Irish is asking him. JACK The radio said so. These broadcasts from the west are strange - because it's, well, like it's talking to you. Irish shakes his head, getting even more excited. IRISH How is the walkie-talkie? Who are they? What are they saying? Jack clucks and crosses his arms in annoyance. JACK You would have asked questions from the beginning, and then you would have shot. Irish grabs the radio and walks away from the table, gesturing for Jack to follow him. IRISH Let's go, we'll repair it. Jack sits for a few seconds with a cup of coffee in his hand, then slams the cup down on the table and runs after Irish. JACK Oh, YEAH! Irish and Jack are leaning over the table where Radio is lying. We see Radio's face. Irish shines a flashlight on Radio. IRISH First of all, you need to remove the bullet. Jack looks closely at where the flashlight shines. JACK What a mess! Do you think there's anything else you can do? IRISH And that's not what happened. Listen, I'm naked here, do you have any tools? JACK Um.. I only have a knife. Jack pulls out a pocketknife. Irish looks at the knife and pulls on surgical gloves. IRISH Bitch. I hate field medicine. Now hold here and here, carefully, and shine. Irish hands Jack the flashlight, shows Jack where to put his hand, and starts poking around in the hole with a knife. Irish and Jack fix the radio. Jack wipes the sweat from his forehead. Irish takes out a bullet and puts it in a zip-lock bag. Jack looks at Irish. JACK And what now? Irish takes off his gloves. IRISH Now it's up to God, or whoever is there today. Irish extends the radio antenna and nods to Jack. Jack presses the button that turns on the radio. (black screen) White noise is heard. The sounds of random radio waves break through the white noise. Several intermittent industrial frames appear through the darkness, changing rapidly. From the white noise, a broadcast emerges. RADIO white noise (archival recording of Swedish radio recording of elevated radiation levels) Irish grabs the radio and brings it closer to his face, occasionally pressing it to his ear. IRISH Welcome! Welcome! What the… What kind of language is this? The radio falls silent, white noise comes from the radio. IRISH Irish on call reception Jack watches Irish with his arms crossed. JACK Give him time, you'll understand. RADIO white noise ...they think that time is like a river, but from a non-subjective point of view, time is more like a big layer... of all kinds of different, curved and straight... Stuff Irish shakes his head. IRISH Did they answer you? Do they hear you? Jack laughs. JACK I think? He's not easy to talk to. Did I tell you the world has gone crazy? Irish puts down the radio and sits down heavily at the table. The coffee machine beeps, Jack makes coffee and brings it to Irish. IRISH Tell me, what's out there? Just be honest. What happened to the world? Jack crouches down next to Irish. JACK Well… Dude, when the West imposed a peaceful solution, the war became more… Well, impunity and all that. People closed themselves off, there were no more sides, the war became something like… Well, a spontaneous phenomenon. Everywhere and nowhere. Then there was no connection… as Einstein said? Something about the Third World, sticks and stones. Irish sits silently, lost in thought. White noise plays on the radio. A full moon rises outside the window. IRISH You know, if you listen to white noise for a long, long time, you can hear your thoughts in it. It's like someone is speaking them. JACK What? IRISH I need to sleep... All this... will wait until morning.	Jack, Irish, Radio		Radio, Radio (expanded), coffee machine, two cups of coffee, folding knife, flashlight, surgical gloves
INT. ROADSIDE ESTABLISHMENT MORNING	6	1,00	Jack sleeps, sobbing in his sleep, on an uncomfortable sofa, covered with a blanket that doesn't cover his legs. Irish, in the same room, lies on his back, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Irish's arms are at his sides. The radio is next to Irish, RADIO broadcasts a number radio station Irish closes his eyes and licks his lips. The sound of the radio becomes subjectively louder as Irish lies with his eyes closed. Irish frowns and opens his eyes - Irish is having trouble sleeping. Irish takes a few deep breaths and puts his hands under his head. Irish closes her eyes and continues to take deep breaths through her nose and exhales through her mouth - a meditation before bed. RADIO white noise Irish! Irish opens her eyes instantly. RADIO white noise Irish! Welcome! This is Swallow! Irish sits on the bed and grabs Radio. He tries to say something to him, but his voice fails him. Irish only lets out a couple of frightened gasps. RADIO white noise Reception, fucking, Sonya, I have three hundred, I repeat, three hundred, evacuation, quickly! Irish jumps out of bed, holding the Radio in his hands. He shouts at the Radio. IRISH to speak Welcome! This is Irish! Welcome! White noise comes from the radio, and Irish looks around anxiously. IRISH Reception! Swallow? White noise comes from the radio. Irish begins to tremble. IRISH quiet Reception? Irish, not looking, turns on the radio and grabs the gun that stands by his bed. He aims at the sides. IRISH in a whisper It's not me, it's the world, it's not me, it's the world, the world has gone crazy. screams Who decided to joke here? Get the fuck out! Irish breathes rapidly, as if in a panic attack, and continues to aim at the sides. Irish throws down his weapon, grabs a shovel, and runs out of the room, slamming the door loudly. Jack snores, as if waking up, but straightens the blanket and goes back to sleep.	Jack, Irish, Radio		Radio, Revolver, Plaids, Sapper's Shovel
NAT. BACK YARD MORNING	7	2,30	Irish goes out into the back yard of the establishment, walks on. He approaches the sticks stuck in the ground. Irish puts his hand forward and counts the sticks. IRISH Yes… Easy… on the left, One, two, three… Irish approaches one of the sticks and begins to dig. Irish rakes the ground with a shovel a few last times. In a shallow hole, covered with earth, lies the corpse of SWALLOW - a girl with a medic's chevron. Irish throws back the shovel and bends over the corpse. IRISH Swallow! Reception! Did you call me? The corpse of the Swallow, in a changed unnatural light - as if in imagination, opens its eyes, its eyes make several turns with a blind gaze. The corpse, covered with earth, continues to lie motionless. SWALLOW'S CORPSE Dude, I'm dead. Irish swallows the tears coming. IRISH On the radio.. Or rather... you did it somehow? Just what? I heard you on the radio! The swallow frowns. SWALLOW'S CORPSE What? I don't know! IRISH And the others? Are the others still here too? The soldier's corpse, as if dug up, covered with earth, lies in a shallow grave nearby. NAMELESS CORPSE Don't torture her. Everyone is here, who cares if you don't know. IRISH How do you communicate on the radio? The neighboring moghill looks covered up again. Irish kneels before the Swallow's excavated grave. IRISH Tell me honestly, could I have done... more? The swallow closes its eyes. Its forehead is still frowned. SWALLOW'S CORPSE Irish, damn it, I don't understand anything, my head is spinning. My brain... It's like there are worms crawling around in there. Let me sleep. Irish swallows the lump in his throat and grabs Swallow's hand. IRISH Wait. I somehow... I didn't have time to tell you that I always... Swallow bites his lip as if in pain. Swallow exhales, the wrinkles on his forehead smooth out. Swallow no longer shows any signs of life. Jack leaves the building and heads towards Irish, carrying the radio with him. JACK Dude, you asshole. What are you doing now? Jewel rings? Irish is silent. Jack feels uncomfortable and looks away. RADIO white noise Voting results two thousand and twenty… Irish slings the shovel over his shoulder. IRISH I realized that it wasn't me that was bothering me. The radio - it constantly talks about the past. Jack just stares at the dug grave. JACK Who is this? Jack nods in the direction of the dug grave. IRISH This... This is just an echo. Just like this "Radio" of yours. JACK What? Irish turns away from the grave and covers her eyes with her hand. IRISH You said the bunker was a few days away, and you were walking. Jack shrugs. JACK Well, yes. Irish heads back to the building. IRISH Let's go there, you show me where. There's really nothing to do here. Confused, Jack looks from Irish to the dug grave, gesturing and trying to understand why Irish dug it up and left it, but he can't find the words and follows Irish.	Irish, Corpse Swallow, Nameless Corpse, Jack, Radio		Sapper's Shovel, Radio, Medic's Chevron, Form (2), Garden Marking Sticks
INT. PSYCHOTHERAPIST'S OFFICE, DAY	0-2	0,30	In the psychotherapist's office, the psychotherapist sits at his workplace with a medical tablet in his hands. A potted plant stands in the patient's place. A psychotherapist studies notes on a tablet with his head tilted and glasses lowered. PSYCHOTHERAPIST Have you tried drinking more water? The psychotherapist adjusts his glasses and raises his eyes to the plant. The plant is wilting, not budging. JACK So is that all in the past?	Psychotherapist,		Tablet, Glasses, Plant
NAT. ROADSIDE ESTABLISHMENT MORNING	8	1,30	Jack stands by the road. Irish walks with a canister in his hands, spilling a trail of gasoline from the establishment to the road. IRISH Yes. That's all in the past. JACK But how is that? Irish drags the canister to the road and stands next to Jack, stretching his back. Irish pats his pockets and pulls out a lighter. IRISH Oh, you would know breaks into a scream, strongly emphasizes individual words HOW FUCKING LONG HAVE I WANTED TO BURN THIS FUCKING PLACE! Jack takes a step back from Irish. JACK Thank you for not being with both of us this time. Irish makes a broad gesture with his mouthpiece IRISH Dance - on fire! And he flicks it a few times. No fire appears. Irish continues to flick the lighter a dozen times. Jack crosses his arms in anticipation. IRISH Listen, you little brat. Are you going to smoke? JACK I don't smoke. Irish lets go of his hands, stands there for a few seconds, then kicks the canister in anger. The canister falls to the side. Irish heads for the car. IRISH Let's go. Jack follows Irish. They both get into the car. Jack places the radio on the dashboard. Irish starts the car and turns around to drive down the road. RADIO white noise …a phenomenon called the “world echo” has still not been fully explained. According to several theories, radio waves trapped in the atmosphere circle the Earth billions of times and are retransmitted to Earth after a while. According to another, the radio waves are reflected billions of times from the Earth to the Moon and back, like a ping-pong… white noise JACK Why do you even need that bunker? Irish is driving. IRISH I want to try to draw the sword. Because that's how it should be. JACK Heh.. it's never too late to try to save the world. By the way, I'm not a schmuck. IRISH Whoa, who? Jack sighs. JACK skeptically Not dead yet.	Jack, Irish		Water canister, Radio, Lighter, car
INT. PSYCHOTHERAPIST'S OFFICE, DAY	0-3	1,0	The psychotherapist taps the tablet with his pen. PSYCHOTHERAPIST You are making significant progress, but... The psychotherapist looks at the plant in front of him. PSYCHOTHERAPIST Let's just try a slightly different approach? I'll show you a picture, and you have to tell me what you see in it. The psychotherapist shows the plant a Rorschach-style image, but it clearly depicts a nuclear explosion. The plant remains silent. Music kicks in, titles	Psychotherapist		Plant, tablet, glasses, Rorschach test (explosion)
I	not	I see	work	with		tables