We fade up. We are in a location that appears to be the same as the one that we saw the Graduate’s failed suicide attempt earlier. The camera is focused in the spot we left the savior of wrestling, sobbing like a child. He is no longer there, although light from passing cars occasionally reflects sharply from the gun that he left lying in the center of the street. From somewhere in the distance we can hear the thump of loud music and there are still the same shouts and laughs from drunken, drugged-up gangs of teenagers. The camera turns around to reveal The Graduate standing on the corner of a nearby alleyway, dressed as before. He now looks a great deal more composed than when we last saw him. He has his back to the street, and as we move closer we can see that he is talking on a small, silver mobile phone.

Graduate: - "No…no man I’m not cracking up…he’s coming back, I think he could even be…no man, he could be inside, inside, you understand?…Do you even understand what that could mean…No man, you’re not listening…I don’t know how he could have been there this long without me noticing…I’m not going crazy goddamit…(bleep)…for the love of God man…Do you have any conception of what this could mean if I’m right?…No, he’s just playing…the mother-(bleep)’s just playing with me dammit…Yeah, I know I’m right, you know when you can just feel something, inside…It is like that…Listen to me man, (bleep)ing listen to me…I don’t know…No, I don’t know…There’s not a whole lot I can do…Wait, see how long he wants to play these (bleep)ing games…I can’t go back…It was (bleep)ing hard enough even coming here…It’s freaking me out man, you have no idea how much this (bleep) is freaking me out…Room 33 man, dammit, how many times do I have to tell you…No it wasn’t just a room…It was Room 33 I swear…No man, you need to come down here, this is some crazy (bleep) right here…No, didn’t you see earlier, they got their own problems to take care of, with the other three on Friday and now all this as well…No I can’t tell him…He’s crazy himself…He could even fire me, man…I need you…Cause you’re the only one who knows about it…Yes, about Room 33 dammit…I can’t go back, man…there is no way I can go back man…Why do I have to?…(bleep)…yeah, well let’s just see after Friday then…Well let me get that out of the way and then…Well, I don’t know what then…Oh thanks man, thanks, that’s a great (bleep)ing comfort…Thanks for nothing bud…Yeah well (bleep)you too man…(bleep) you too"

He hits a button on the phone. He pauses a second before in a rage throwing the mobile against the stone wall. It smashes instantly, but regardless The Graduate continues to stamp on the pieces, consumed by fury. As he continues to do so, the music, which has been continually throbbing in the background throughout the phone conversation begins to change.

"Nursery Rhymes are said,
Voices in my head,
Into my childhood,
They’re spoon-fed…"
The Graduate looks up, mutters "no" to himself and shakes his head slowly. He continues to mutter "no" as he leaves the alleyway and looks around, on the trail of the source of the music. He pinpoints it to an old blue car parked on the opposite side of the street. He walks towards it, ignoring the traffic as he crosses the road, causing cars to swerve and horns to blare. Reaching the car he doesn’t hesitate before kicking in the window. Reaching inside he violently pulls the radio from its place, cutting his hands on wires as he does so. He hurls the radio to the floor and stamps it to pieces, the music has now stopped. Satisfied, but looking strangely deranged, he turns back around.

"Nursery Rhymes are said,
Voices in my head,
Into my childhood,
They’re spoon-fed…"
The Graduate inhales deeply. He spins back around, now it appears the sound is emanating from a payphone a few yards away. He walks towards that, noticing it is hanging off the hook. He quickens the pace, grabs the receiver and slams it against the wall time and time again, leaving it utterly shattered. The music has stopped once more. Again the Graduate seems relieved, but again as soon as he turns around…

"Nursery Rhymes are said,
Voices in my head,
Into my childhood,
They’re spoon-fed…"
He surveys the area again, and this time, to his surprise, he notices a package that was not there before. It is a brown cardboard box, and is sitting in the center of the road, in the exact same spot where Jay collapsed earlier. Breathing heavily, looking nervous, The Graduate approaches, sure enough as he gets near it seems the music is coming from within. He gets to a foot away when…

BANG!!!!!!!!
The package explodes into flames, the music stops instantly. The Graduate is left stunned, his hands on his head. As we watch, he drags his palms down his face, a broken man. He can only stand there as the street continues to burn. The camera follows the flames as they dance their way up into the sky where the morning sun has just started to rise…

To Be Continued…
Scene 5 after Critical Conditions!