Sound of My Voice Page #3

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everything from the camera...

...but would go out of range

outside of 50 feet.

So how in the world

do we bring this with us?

Peter. No way.

Well, people need to see this.

People need to see a video of Maggie.

Peter, that's too big to swallow.

Don't swallow that.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

Eat this.

Give it some padding

so it won't tear you up on the way out.

[PETER GRUNTS]

Are you okay?

Not sure.

Yeah. Ahem.

Close your eyes.

Go backwards to childhood.

Travel back to a time before words.

Are you there?

What does it smell like?

What does it taste like?

How do you feel?

Now live there.

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

[BABBLING AND GIBBERING]

Okay, come back to me.

Come back to the present.

Now you can eat your apple.

Do you know what's in that apple?

Logic.

Bitterness.

It's intellectual bullshit.

You've already eaten the apple.

That's what it means to grow up.

The question is...

...how much of it can you get rid of?

The apple is in you.

Like the fear is in you.

It's spreading throughout your body

like a virus.

How can we purge ourselves of shame...

...of self-hatred...

...and rise to our callings as chosen ones?

You all have the privilege

of knowing the future.

But are you gonna be ready for it?

Pathetic.

[CHRISTINE VOMITING]

[COUGHING]

[CHRISTINE GASPS]

See how committed Christine is.

[COUGHS]

[PEOPLE COUGHING AND RETCHING]

MAGGIE:

You're purifying yourself.

Preparing to receive your destiny.

Feels good to be rid of the apple, doesn't it?

Peter, there's no rush. We'll wait for you.

Thanks, but I can't throw up. Uh...

Never have, not even as a kid. $0...

All the more reason to let go now.

Just let it go, Peter.

Just relax.

[MAGGIE BREATH ES DEEPLY]

And let it come up and out.

PETER:
Lorna.

MAGGIE:
Sit down.

Lorna's fine.

She's just protecting you.

[WATER POURING]

Do you wanna be a cripple

for life, Peter?

You're letting her be your crutch.

Do you like being lame?

Ask yourself...

...why do I like being lame?

Ask yourself.

Ask yourself now. Say it.

Say, "Why do I like being lame?"

Um...

Why do I like being lame?

That's a good question.

Why do you like being lame?

I don't know.

Liar.

You do know.

We don't have anywhere to go.

Do we?

No.

We'll all just sit here breathing in the

smell of everyone's puke until you can talk.

Because I don't wanna face myself.

Okay. Why?

Because I might not...

I might not like what I see.

What do you see?

Weakness.

Tell me something I don't already know.

You wanna know what I see?

An anal-retentive prick.

Who can't dance, who can't breathe.

Stop it.

Can't make his girlfriend come...

...because he's so self-involved.

Who took your power away from you?

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