-Dabbing off the droplets of rain that dripped down his temples, being mindful of not destroying his makeup, he brought his co-star back behind the camera to look over the playback to see how the scene turned out-
Yes, well I had to sit in the rain and now my hair is wet.
{ He heaves out a long sigh as he follows behind, lifting his hand up to gently help dab at your cheek. Throwing his costume off to the side of the venue, he adjusts his usual clothes before fixing his hair slightly. }
Oh, boo hoo. Honestly - how do you even shower? Or go swimming? Or do anything. Precious little Key.
-remembering what the nurses told him, that it was best not to try and convince her of what she otherwise thought at this point simply to save from causing distress and confusion, a defeated sigh escaped through parted lips as the young man gave a lifeless nod- Yeah… Dave— works at the post office. -He turned to take his leave, not without wishing her good day and telling her that he would be back to see her tomorrow, before leaving the care home and waiting outside in the rain for his bus back home-
-‘Eleanor Rigby’, a devastating ode to the futility of life, set to a grieving string octet, can be heard playing in the background as the scene fades out-
AND CUT—
I’m ready for my Oscar.
{ She blinks at a steady pace; her eyes focusing on the much younger male in front of herself. A small frown soon forms on her lips as her brows knot together, raising a weak hand to point at the door. } Get out of my home. My mansion is all I have going for me. Where’s Harold? { Looking around the room aimlessly, she soon forgets what the was doing, smiling softly over at the boy as he exits. } Please find Dave for me! Tell him I’m going to Hawaii tomorrow. I wouldn’t want the boy worried. { Minutes pass as she stares at the door, still smiling as if the figure remained behind. }
Your Oscar? It’s not easy being an elderly woman with Alzheimer’s.
It’s me, Dave. Your grandson.
Dave? Isn’t Dave the young man from the post office? You don’t look like Dave. Who are you?
-Dave proceeds to break into tears as his grandmother’s Alzheimers has progressed to the point where she no longer remembers him-
Who are you? Why are you in my house? Why are you crying? Who are you?
We go hard 우린 겁이 없어!
