Inner Psychology - Episode 1

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WARNING: I don't recommend reading if you are easily offended
Genre: Dark Comedy, Drama, Psychological
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INNER PSYCHOLOGY
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INT. GRIMIZ'S OFFICE - MORNING

GRIMIZ: Hello, viewers whom I assume are 13 year old kids who think its cool to act grown by watching a show aimed for a mature audience. Why don't you tell your parents that I said this on national television; ass. So now that I've appeased my younger audience, I think it would be nice to give our older audiences something as well! Remember the old days? Yeah? I remember them as well. Remember those warm summer days before we broke the O-zone layer? Remember how milk was brought to your door? Remember how freedom of speech meant you had the right to express opinions and it didn't mean that you had the right to be a giant jerk? Yeah, I remember that too. But this is the new generation now, and people are more socially advanced. Now with social advancements comes a whole new batch of mental problems, and I'm here to council the mentality of the average human being. Filmed right here in America Town. Located in Canada.

Lisa enters.

LISA: Grimiz, I've filled out that report you asked for.

GRIMIZ: Ah, thank you my lovely assistant, Lisa.

LISA: You are most welcome.

GRIMIZ: Say, Lisa.

LISA: Yes?

GRIMIZ: Have a great day.

LISA: Why, Thank you.

Lisa exits the room.

GRIMIZ: See that? I gave a complement, you must give compliments no matter how false or deceptive. Say, just last week I gave her a compliment.

INT. OFFICE HALLWAYS - MORNING

Lisa is talking to her co-workers at the water cooler. Grimiz walks by.

GRIMIZ: Lisa, you look positively stunning for a 47 year old. You don't look a day over 40.

Grimiz walks away as Lisa crushes a paper cup in her hand.

INT. GRIMIZ'S OFFICE - MORNING

GRIMIZ: And the next day she swore she'll cut me if I reveal her age ever again. It was more sensual experience I've ever had.

INTERCOM: Grimiz, please come to the office.

GRIMIZ: And so, this episode has begun. Come along, fellow viewers. You just might learn a thing or two.

INT. RUFUS'S OFFICE - MORNING

GRIMIZ: Good morning, Rufus.

RUFUS: Grimiz. We have a client at a state prison who is need of your assistance. You see, the state prison in this town, wants to try a psychology program. Take one prisoner and "re-program" his way of thinking. The state has appointed you for this program.

GRIMIZ: I see. How fascinating. However you cannot "re-program" anyone's way of thinking. Doesn't that go against our moral code?

RUFUS: Listen, Grimiz ya freak. This is government appointed. Either do it, or get gunned down.

GRIMIZ: Oh, alright. But I'm gonna miss tonight's episode of The Tellatubbies. Hate this place.

INT. STATE PRISON - NOON

Grimiz is sitting next to a Doctor.

DOCTOR: Thank you so much for coming, Dr. Grimiz.

GRIMIZ: The pleasure is all mine.

DOCTOR: Yes, well our patient is waiting in the interview room right over there. His name is Llydraal. He was a-

GRIMIZ: Lydraal, huh?

DOCTOR: Please wait till I finish talking.

GRIMIZ: Sorry.

DOCTOR: He was a politician, running for mayor of a small town, when he finally snapped. He tortured 5 people, tore off their heads. I won't say any more about what he did, it doesn't get any prettier. We've kept him from a death sentence just to see if it is possible to "re-program" him. Maybe you can show us that even the most violent of criminals could be decent people!

Grimiz twitches.

GRIMIZ: Why of course. There is nothing I can't do with the human mind.

DOCTOR: Thank you, Grimiz.

INT. RECORDS ROOM - NOON

GRIMIZ: So... Can I hear one of his past interviews?

DOCTOR: Yes, it's right here on this tape.

GRIMIZ: Let me hear it.

CASSETE PLAYER (DOCTOR): Patient Interview; Lydraal Harkstin. Age 26.

CASSETE PLAYER (LYDRAAL): This isn't another one of those dreadful Psychological Tests again, is it?

CASSETE PLAYER (DOCTOR): No, this is not.

CASSETE PLAYER (LYDRAAL): Hmm.

CASSETE PLAYER (DOCTOR): So tell me about your past, Lydraal.

CASSETE PLAYER (LYDRAAL): Past, hmm? What would you like to hear about my past?

CASSETE PLAYER (DOCTOR): Tell me about your relationship with your father.

CASSETE PLAYER (LYDRAAL): My father? My FATHER?! !! Okay, fair enough. My father was a charmer, a jack of all trades. He could do anything he wanted to and never ever suffer the consequences. Like he could hit my mother and no one would ever bat an eye.

CASSETE PLAYER (DOCTOR): I assume you never liked your father.

CASSETE PLAYER (LYDRAAL): Guilty as charged!

CASSETE PLAYER (DOCTOR): And that's what made you go on a murder spree. Is that correct?

CASSETE PLAYER (LYDRAAL): Bazing!

CASSETE PLAYER (DOCTOR): How interesting.... I think we need to- Hey! What are you doing?!

CASSETE PLAYER: *static*

GRIMIZ: He is lying about his past, there is no doubt about that.

DOCTOR: How do you know?

GRIMIZ: It's the way he talks about it, it's almost in a mocking tone of voice. It's either lying or he has a very ironic sense of humor. I guess judging by his personality it could be both.

DOCTOR: I see. So are you ready to interview him.

GRIMIZ: Yes, just make sure he is tied up.

DOCTOR: Yes, sir.

INT. INTERVIEW ROOM - NOON

Grimiz is sitting across from Lydraal.

GRIMIZ: Patient interview, Lydraal Harkstin. Age 26. How are you, Lydraal?

LYDRAAL: I'm lovely, thank you very much. Being tied up really brings up old High school memories.

GRIMIZ: Highschool memories, huh? Care to elaborate?

LYDRAAL: Yes. Back when I was a child, I was in all sorts of trouble. I would break all the windows at the school, or set fire in the school bathroom. I would hit the teachers and get into fights. Are you guessing why?

GRIMIZ: I've already know what this is leading up to. You wanted to get the attention of the "cool kids" at your school. Is that right?

LYDRAAL: Yes, I-

GRIMIZ: That's a lie. I've heard more convincing lies on Fox News.

LYDRAAL: Oh, a sharp one this guy is. Someone give him a cookie. A kiss. Oh hell, I'll give this guy a kiss when I get untied.

GRIMIZ: Now, Lydraal. Look at me, I can tell when you are lying. Just tell me the truth.

LYDRAAL: *sigh*. Well I guess the jigs up. I'll tell you the bare truth. But first you gotta tell me something, Doctor...

GRIMIZ: Grimiz.

LYDRAAL: Grimiz! I need to know that you can tell me the truth, too.

GRIMIZ: Well, yes certainly.

LYDRAAL: Tell me why wasn't I given the death sentence? Why instead all the psychology non-sense?

GRIMIZ: This is our way of "re-programming" you.

LYDRAAL: Re-programming? Is that it? You think you can just change my way of thinking? Change my life-style? This just unnatural. Barbaric even! Forcing a way of life upon someone. Pft! You people are monsters!

GRIMIZ: Tell me, do you think you are better than those monsters?

LYDRAAL: What an odd question. Am I myself, humane? What do you think humane is?

GRIMIZ: I'm sorry. I'm not the one being interviewed here. Why don't you tell me what is humane is.

LYDRAAL: Humanity? Humane?! Come on! We're all monsters covered in the skin of false ideals of what is supposed to be humane!

GRIMIZ: False ideals, is it? Care to expand?

LYDRAAL: Most certainly! You, see? Humanity is all that's wrong in the world! You hear talk about the environment being tarnished, wars in the world, racial discrimination, animals being instinct, murder, and all that other crap that's wrong. Who's fault is it? Ours! Your fault, my fault. We're destroying this world, we can't even get along with each other. I bet you agree, don't you doc?

GRIMIZ: Heheheh. Let's just stick to you, shall we?

LYDRAAL: Come on, doc. You promised you would tell me the absolute truth.

GRIMIZ: Well, what I think about humanity is, we aren't smart enough. Emotionally, socially, and intellectually.

LYDRAAL: Yes, that's exactly the way I feel too.

GRIMIZ: Hmm, thought so. Well, Lydraal. Tell me, are you interested in philosophy?

LYDRAAL: Interested doesn't even begin to describe my feelings towards it.

GRIMIZ: That's great. I have a passion for philosophy myself.

LYDRAAL: Oh, that's marvelous. We must discuss more about this.

GRIMIZ: I have a feeling we'll get along just fine then. Tell me, what are your religious beliefs?

LYDRAAL: Religious beliefs? Hmm... I haven't really thought of God that much.

GRIMIZ: Hmm. Never mind then. How about anything social? Communication, your thoughts on it.

LYDRAAL: Communication. The act of passing information around. I've thought about it, a lot. Why is it so important? Why does it exist today? What went through the mind of the person who made it? Who created it? How did it spread? There are so many questions and precisely none of it has been answered. There is so much that is revolved around communication today, it's so important to us.

GRIMIZ: Yes, communication definitely is a delicate thing.

LYDRAAL: Yes, I completely agree, doc. Absolutely. It's so delicate to talk to people, you go to a person knowing almost nothing about them, you have to be careful not to offend the other person. There is so much that goes into a conversation. It's an absolute mess!

GRIMIZ: An absolute mess you say? I bet you don't have a lot of social skills.

LYDRAAL: No, I don't. I don't have time to think about something that is so meaningless. Just go with the flow of conversation. Just say whatever is on my mind is my philosophy of conversation.

GRIMIZ: Hmm. How interesting. I've found a flaw.

LYDRAAL: Care to explain?

GRIMIZ: Imagine a this, Lydraal the politician, the entire work of politics is revolved around social situations. Meeting important people, giving speeches, creating an environment in which people can live in. And you are telling me you don't have time to think about social conventions.

LYDRAAL: Well, yes. I keep my mind and my job separate.

GRIMIZ: Hmm. So I bet you don't really care about your job, do you?

LYDRAAL: No, of course not!

GRIMIZ: What were your intentions when you became a politician?

LYDRAAL: You need to answer one question for me until I reveal any of my darkest secrets.

GRIMIZ: Okay, go ahead.

LYDRAAL: Do you agree with my way of thinking?

GRIMIZ: I can't say for sure. There is no right of wrong way to think. Just dangerous ways of thinking.

LYDRAAL: My, you certainly are out there.

GRIMIZ: In my own world, to say the least.

LYDRAAL: My, your mind is positively delightful.

GRIMIZ: I'm not the one who is supposed to be analyzed here. Let's move back to you. Your the interesting one after all.

LYDRAAL: Doc! Stop! You are making me blush!

GRIMIZ: What were your intentions when you were a politician.

LYDRAAL: Okay, look. I know this is pathetic, but I... I chose it on an impulse. I wasn't thinking when I made that career choice.

GRIMIZ: Maybe it was on a sub-conscious level. The choice you've made.

LYDRAAL: Oh, really?! Well enlighten me, what made me do it?

GRIMIZ: You must of came up with your own crazy conclusion to things, haven't you?

LYDRAAL: Did you just....

GRIMIZ: Yes, it was right there in front of me, all this time. You have no idea how things work in this world. There is your world and the real world. Your philosophical beliefs stems from your own world. Your world is filled with philosophical beliefs and social detachment. There is no self-awareness or thoughts in your actions, and yet there is no reason to question your actions in your world. I can't call you autistic, it is clear that you have no trouble speaking. No, this is an entirely different mind set.

LYDRAAL: Hahaha! You little jerk!

GRIMIZ: An attention seeker? No. Sociopath? Maybe. Completely Insane? Yes.

LYDRAAL: So what are your diagnosis, doc?

GRIMIZ: Do you have a high opinion of yourself?

LYDRAAL: Hmm... I've haven't thought about it.

GRIMIZ: No self-awareness. That much is clear.

LYDRAAL: Anything else?

GRIMIZ: It is also clear that you like hearing about yourself. I think you like to entertain other people by making yourself as some sort of psychological puzzle.

LYDRAAL: And you like that?

GRIMIZ: Yes.

INT. SOUND ROOM - NOON

DOCTOR: They are both insane.

DOCTOR 2: Tell me about it. Freaks.

INT. INTERVIEW ROOM - NOON

GRIMIZ: Do you watch a lot of TV?

LYDRAAL: I try to stay away from it.

GRIMIZ: Hmm. No movies either?

LYDRAAL: Nope.

GRIMIZ: Video games?

LYDRAAL: No media influence what so ever. What you see here is genuine.

GRIMIZ: Hmm... Something is wrong here.

LYDRAAL: Yes?

GRIMIZ: Is this a game to you?

LYDRAAL: To a certain extent, yes.

GRIMIZ: Ah.

LYDRAAL: But isn't this a game to you too?

GRIMIZ: Yes. I take no shame in that.

LYDRAAL: Me too. You know, Grimiz. I like you. Hey! Why can't the rest of you "professionals" be more like this guy! This guy, here. He gets it!

GRIMIZ: Hmmhmm. Let's not provoke the others. So, how about the killings? What was that all about?

LYDRAAL: I... Have absolutely no idea why. It must of been all in my own world again.

GRIMIZ: Hmm... Yes.

LYDRAAL: Don't have any more things to say?

GRIMIZ: Nope, other than... We're done.

LYDRAAL: Aww. It was just getting good.

GRIMIZ: Tomorrow, we'll start your... Ahem. Programming.

LYDRAAL: Ha! I bet it'll fail.

GRIMIZ: Maybe so, but this is just a test.

LYDRAAL: Yeah, whatever.

GRIMIZ: I'll see you tomorrow.

LYDRAAL: I'm looking forward to it!

GRIMIZ: I'll see you.

INT. SOUND ROOM - MORNING

Grimiz enters the room.

DOCTOR: Wow! You've made some real progress there!

GRIMIZ: Thanks! I'm glad to hear that you appreciate my work.

DOCTOR 2: How did you get all that information out of him.

GRIMIZ: It's because... I care.

Moment of silence.

GRIMIZ: I'll see you guys tomorrow.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

INT. GRIMIZ'S HOUSE - NIGHT

GRIMIZ: Hello, and welcome to the segment of the show that I like to call, Viewers Mail. This is where I read some mail sent by you the viewer! Let's get started.

ANNOUNCER: How do I stop my cat from defecating all over my house?

GRIMIZ: Get a litter box, you idiot. You don't need a psychologist to tell you that.

ANNOUNCER: Which is the correct religion?

GRIMIZ: I don't know. How about you tell me the winning numbers to next weeks lottery.

ANNOUNCER: Are you gay?

GRIMIZ: Hahahahahaaaaa. No I'm asexual for you see, were all ugly and unattractive. See our fingers? The stick out like long, skinny tumors. Our arms stick out like straws attached to a cup. Our toes look like bumps on a log. We all look like that, men, women and the entire human race. I think you'll see what I'm talking about one day.

ANNOUNCER: Can you divide by zero?

GRIMIZ: No of course I can't, no one can. Stop sending in smart-ass questions you complete waste of space in life.

ANNOUNCER: My friend has been feeling really depressed lately. Can you say some empowering words to make him feel better.

GRIMIZ: Why yes I can. Thank you for asking.

GRIMIZ: This has been Grimiz answering your mail. Till next time, stay cool. See you.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

INT. STATE PRISON - MORNING

GRIMIZ: Ahh. Here we are again.

DOCTOR: Grimiz, are you ready to interview him again?

GRIMIZ: Yes. I believe today is the day that we...

DOCTOR: Yes, the day we re-program him.

Grimiz twitches.

GRIMIZ: Yes, that.

DOCTOR: Is everything okay, Grimiz?

GRIMIZ: Yes, just a little nervous that's all. I ask that you do not stay present for this part of the interview.

DOCTOR: What? Why?

GRIMIZ: What I am about to tell him is private. For my ears only. You must please not only respect me but our patient as well. This is a necessary process for re-programming.

DOCTOR: Are you sure?!

GRIMIZ: Yes, I humbly respect your opinion but this is the way I have to do things.

DOCTOR: Okay, that's fine.

GRIMIZ: Thank you for your cooperation.

INT. INTERVIEW ROOM - MORNING

LYDRAAL: Grimiz. Grimiz. Grimiz. I've been looking forward to our next meeting. Come to give me a piece of your delicious philosophy?

GRIMIZ: Yes, I have it in spades. No BS dead end philosophy here. This is real genuine stuff. I'm going to change the way you see things.

LYDRAAL: Thank you. Fire away.

INT. LYDRAALS MIND SET - ???

A white ball floats in a white space.

GRIMIZ: Imagine this, a white ball floating in a sea of nothingness.

LYDRAAL: Yes.

GRIMIZ: So. What if we give this world of nothing some depth by putting a ground for him to walk on.

A line is drawn at the bottom of the screen, the white ball is now attached to that line.

GRIMIZ: You can now roll over left or right.

LYDRAAL: How ever there is no prespective.

GRIMIZ: Yes. How about giving some direction. This white ball can now move north, east, south, west. See? We are giving him more freedom.

LYDRAAL: However we can't fly.

GRIMIZ: That is because gravity exists in this world. But this world. There are no rules.

LYDRAAL: But there is nothing.

GRIMIZ: Exactly. What does this amount to?

The white ball turns into a white square.

GRIMIZ: So this white ball, lets turn him into a white square.

LYDRAAL: Why?

GRIMIZ: Now it is more difficult to move around.

LYDRAAL: Why would you do that?

GRIMIZ: Now lets add more white blobs to this world.

The world gets over populated with white blobs.

GRIMIZ: Now, can you picture this?

LYDRAAL: Yes... I can see it in my head.

GRIMIZ: It is more of a challenge to move around thanks to your abnormality. How ever because of your flat sides...

The square moves around crushing the white blobs.

GRIMIZ: You have the power to do so......

LYDRAAL: ...... Uhhh.

GRIMIZ: And thats the only thing to accomplish in your world.

LYDRAAL: Ummm.

GRIMIZ: The.... Only.... Thing!

INT. INTERVEIW ROOM - MORNING

Moment of silence.

LYDRAAL: What.... What can I do?!

GRIMIZ: Let me tell you something....

Grimiz holds up a ring.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

INT. PRISON - NOON

Lydraal is standing before a group of psychologists. Lydraal is wearing a ring.

LYDRAAL: I was once lost but now I am found. I owe it all to Grimiz. My psychologist and friend.

Everyone claps.

LYDRAAL: He completely understood me and my clearly delusional state. He didn't change me, he brought out the best in me. If we could all strive for a little understanding, then I'm sure we can all bring out the best in each other! We all have to work together to bring out positivity into the world. It's up to each individual!

Lydraal shakes everyone's hand.

DOCTOR: You've made an outstanding break through. Looks like this program was a complete success.

LYDRAAL: Thank you so much. Just one more thing.

Lydraal show his ring to everyone. A needle is sticking out of the palm side of the ring.

LYDRAAL: Never again.

All the doctors fall over coughing up blood.

INT. ELETRIC CHAIR CHAMBER ROOM - NOON

Lydraal is strapped down to an eletric chair.

GRIMIZ (V.O.): The very next day, Lydraal was sentenced to death. All because of what I told him. But that was my childish intention. I hate to be wrong, I could of saved him. I could of but should I of lied to change his way of thinking? Should we believe in false ideals just to stay happy? Should we all stay blind in hopes of a better future? No, I guess not. I told him the cold hard truth, that is what he asked for after all.

The executioner puts a bag over his head.

GRIMIZ (V.O.): I'm sorry Lydraal, it was fun while it lasted. Let's play another game, you and I? I'll be seeing you, very soon.

The executioner pulls the switch.

The electric chair starts.

END