EXPRESSIONS

sibling reunion

by Maximiliano “Max” Gonzalez

Rez Ball, a photograph by Amber Cypress (grade 11)
audio: read by the author

FADE IN TO:  

INT. APARTMENT — DAY 

It is the late afternoon as the sun slowly proceeds to set. We are introduced to a MAN in his mid 20s, lying on a sofa in the living room of his apartment reading the novel The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostovetsky. He is wearing a black suit, long black pants, socks, and a tie. He has a somewhat somber, almost emotional expression on his face, concentrated fully in what he is reading. Suddenly the telephone rings. He puts the book down, gets up, and walks toward the phone. He picks up the receiver. 

MALE SIBLING: 

Hello? 

The person on the other end responds. We don’t hear the other end of the conversation. The man’s facial expression shifts from one of nonchalance to one of confusion. 

MALE SIBLING: 

My God! (stutters out of shock) Wh-why  

are you calling me? You never bother  

to call me! 

The other person responds.

MALE SIBLING: 

Today? Is everything alright? 

The other person responds. 

MALE SIBLING: 

Okay. I guess I’ll see you around  

6:00? Okay. Thank you. Bye… 

He hangs up the receiver. 

 CROSS DISSOLVE TO:  

Around an hour later, we see the man reading the novel again, this time with an even more pronounced feeling of anxiety and somber. It’s as if he doesn’t understand the current state of his being. Something said during the conversation set him off. Suddenly, a loud knock is heard at the door. The man, clearly startled, drops his book onto the floor, and proceeds to walk, in a fast and anxious manner, towards the door. He  opens it. 

Before him stands his SISTER, a young woman in her early 20s, wearing a dress. The expression on her face shows no joy at being reunited with her brother; it’s clear she is very emotionally disturbed. The two spend a good while looking at each other with blank stares, unsure, or unwilling, to break the silence. Finally, the sister speaks up. 

FEMALE SIBLING 

He’s gone…. 

MALE SIBLING: 

(looking up in shock) What? What do  

you mean?

FEMALE SIBLING: 

Take me inside… I need to sit down. 

The man consoles his sister, helping her walk into his  apartment. 

 WIPE TO:  

EXT. APARTMENT BALCONY — DAY 

A few minutes later, the two siblings are sitting outside on the man’s balcony. The man drinks from a cup of water. The woman does not. They say nothing for a little while. Then the woman asks a question to her brother. 

FEMALE SIBLING: 

Can I ask you something? 

MALE SIBLING: 

Okay…? Can I ask you something first?  

What’s concerning y-

He is interrupted by the woman. 

FEMALE SIBLING: 

Have you ever forgotten about the  

past? Have you ever lost grasp of who  

you were years ago? 

MALE SIBLING: 

No? Why? Why would you ever think I  

would forget about my memories? Or my  

identity? And you? You never even  

bother to see me. Have you forgotten? 

She doesn’t answer. However, she then notices her brother’s musical record box sitting on the floor outside.

FEMALE SIBLING: 

Wait… Oh, I remember…. You were so  

happy when he gave that music box to  

you. 

MALE SIBLING: 

Oh yes… I still listen to music from  

there. It helps keep my emotions in  

order, along with my memories.  

Memories of a bygone era. Memories  

when everything was alright, and when  

everyone was happy. And when I wasn’t  

so damn busy! 

He lightly chuckles, but then after he finishes, both remain silent for a few seconds. The woman then speaks up. 

FEMALE SIBLING: 

Turn it on. Please… 

Without another word, her brother proceeds to do just that. He puts a classical (or piano jazz) music disc inside, and turns on the record player. The music begins to play as he returns to his chair. 

FEMALE SIBLING: 

I visited him the other day. 

 CUT TO:  

EXT. FATHER’S HOUSE — DAY (FLASHBACK) 

Cut to her visiting his house in broad daylight. The music from the record box plays in the background. She approaches his door.

FEMALE SIBLING (V.O.): 

(As she is approaching the door) I  

heard that his condition was  

improving, and so I went to check up  

on him. (She knocks on the door) What  

I bore witness to… haunted me. I  

couldn’t even recognize him. Who was  

he? 

The door opens. A man, far older than the siblings, appears in the doorway. He is their FATHER. He stares at the young woman, and then after a few seconds, his mind glows with astonishment. 

FATHER: 

Oh! Oh dear God! G-Greta! My love,  

you’re alive! 

The old man hugs his daughter with such intense passion that  it would seem as if two lovers have just reunited. The  daughter is utterly confused, and begins to show an emotion  of deep sadness. 

FATHER (ON THE VERGE OF CRYING): 

I knew those doctors were lying.  

Saying that the cancer finally did you  

in. And… oh! You look young—and  

beautiful again! You look just like my  

daughter. 

The father, now fully crying, stares at the woman point-blank in the face, and asks her a very blunt question. 

FATHER: 

Where have you been? (louder) Where  

the hell have you been?? After all  

this time, you never even thought to

visit me before?! 

FEMALE SIBLING: 

(Confused and scared) What? I came  

here just last week to give you your  

medicine. 

FATHER: 

(Grabbing her by the arm, and  

continually staring at her) Oh dear  

Lord how I’ve missed you! Come with  

me. (she tries to resist) Please!  

(again, she tries to resist) PLEASE! 

INT. FATHER’S HOUSE — DAY 

FEMALE SIBLING: 

Stop, Father! Your legs! They’ll give  

out! 

FATHER: 

(Still pulling her) Nonsense! (Pause,  

then with tears of joy, quietly)  

Greta, my love, don’t you understand?  

This is a cause of celebration! We’ll  

call the children, but first we must  

go and cook dinner together, just like  

the old times. You remember that,  

don’t you? 

The old man, never taking his eyes off his daughter, proceeds  to walk towards a small stairwell. The young woman, after  hearing about this, becomes emotionally stagnant, as if she  is trying to process what she heard, and as if that statement  ripped open some memory of her parents as they were back  then. 

FATHER: 

(still walking) Come, my dear! I have

some leftover salmon in the refri– 

At that moment, the old man trips on the stairwell. His  bodily reflexes don’t activate, as he has lost (or failed to  remember) the ability to react as he once did, and so he  falls, head first, onto the hard floor below… 

 CUT TO:  

EXT. APARTMENT BALCONY — DAY 

Screen cuts to black, and then returns to the table with the  two siblings. The young woman is on the verge of tears. The  two of them just stare at each other, shocked, and in  despair. The music still plays in the background. 

FEMALE SIBLING: 

The doctors said that he’ll never walk  

again…. That he’s been paralyzed from  

the waist down. (pause) B-but what  

about his mind? His mind is what’s  

paralyzed! He’ll never remember how to  

walk! He can’t even remember his own  

daughter! He only sees Mother… and how  

happy he was when he supposedly saw  

her… so very happy… 

At this point, the woman breaks down sobbing. The man  immediately gets up, quickly walks to her, and kneels on the  ground right next to her. 

MALE SIBLING: 

Is there anything I can do? I fear for  

him. His mind is playing tricks on his  

memory. He doesn’t know who he is  

anymore. Just a slowly deteriorating  

mind full of beautiful memories  

trapped in an uncompromising body that  

offers no respite from his suffering.  

Or ours. (Pause as he contemplates the  

situation; turns to look at her  

sister) I’m so sorry. So very sorry….  

I should have been there for you and              him more. But you know how demanding  

the work of a psychologist is… Listen,  

how about we go and visit him. Maybe  

he’s doing better, perhaps? Where is  

he now? 

FEMALE SIBLING: 

(still crying) In the hospital across  

town… But I don’t think he’s any  

better. All alone in that small space,  

filled with false memories and  

recollections of a better time… 

MALE SIBLING: 

But maybe he is! Have some hope, both  

for him and for us. Who knows? Maybe  

he’ll remember something new there.  

Shall we go? 

His sister nods. The two get up. The man turns off his record  player, and the two proceed to walk. Cut to the hallway  outside the apartment, where the two then enter and head in  the direction of the elevators. 

 CUT TO:  

INT. APARTMENT HALLWAY — DAY 

MALE SIBLING: 

Aside from that, is everything else  

okay with you? 

FEMALE SIBLING: 

(no longer crying) I suppose. I  

graduate with my Bachelor’s Degree in  

a few months, so that’s something to  

look forward to, I guess.

 CUT TO:  

INT. APARTMENT ELEVATOR LOBBY — DAY 

The two arrive at the elevator lobby, and the man calls for  the elevator. He then promptly returns to his sister. She  continues. 

FEMALE SIBLING: 

I’m sorry, but it’s just that I can’t  

think of anything else right now. What  

happened yesterday was just… so  

surreal and horrifying that it shook  

me. It still does. 

MALE SIBLING: 

I know. But, hey! Like I said, maybe  

things have changed for the better.  

(reassuringly, with a smile on his  

face) Now come on. Let’s go share a  

new memory with him. 

His sister smiles back. She then leans forward and gives her  brother a deep hug as the setting sun illuminates the window  behind them. They probably haven’t shared one like this in  years. 

FEMALE SIBLING: 

Thank you so much. For everything. I  

love you… 

MALE SIBLING: 

(gently) I love you too. 

The two release themselves from the embrace. The elevator  arrives and the two walk into it. They call the elevator, and  the doors begin to close. As soon as the door closes, the  screen cuts to black. Roll credits.

THE END