by Rosalyn Hunter
A secure psychiatric hospital.
Martha Jones, wearing a white coat is at the hospital
desk signing in. The nurse hands Martha a printed name
Hello Doctor Jones. The patient is waiting in room
(She takes the clipboard and a pen and walks through
the door and down the hall.)
Room 26 has a small glass window in the door. The room
is mostly white with the bottom half of the room
painted a tasteful happy color. There is a bathroom
offscreen to the right.
The room contains a bed, a chair, and a small bedside
table with a lamp on it.
Martha enters the room. A blond woman (Lucy Saxon) is
facing away from the camera mumbling. She is sitting
on the side of her institutional looking bed, and she
is clearly not in her right mind.
Come on, come on, come on. Listen, Listen, Listen,
Good Afternoon. So how are you feeling today?
I see. Probing, probing. Showing off for the natives.
Who is that? Martha Jones? The famous Martha Jones.
So, did you sleep well?
Sleep? She asks if I slept well.
How could I with that infernal pounding going on! It
never seems to stop, day or night. Can’t you hear it?
I don’t hear anything.
The drumming. There, and there, and there?
There’s no noise. No drumming.
Everything is gone, gone away, gone forever, ruined.
It’s OK. You’re safe here, Lucy.
My name is not Lucy Saxon.
Then who are you?
I am the Master.