INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE – DAY
A PSYCHIATRIST AND HIS PATIENT.
DOCTOR:
And that concludes our session for today.
PATIENT:
Thanks, Doctor.
THE PATIENT GOES TO LEAVE.
You'll need to take the lift to the ground floor.
PATIENT:
What? You know I can't do that.
DOCTOR:
Consider it implosion therapy. Free of charge.
PATIENT:
But what about the stairs? I walked up here.
DOCTOR:
Out of order.
PATIENT:
How…?
DOCTOR:
…look, do you want to get over this phobia or not?
PATIENT:
Yes, but this is…
DOCTOR:
…perfect! And once we've tackled the lift thing we can get our teeth into your fear of midgets and… what was the other one?
PATIENT:
(SHIVERING)
Green velvet.
DOCTOR:
Right!
PATIENT:
I'm not sure.
DOCTOR:
Trust me. It's going to be okay.
PATIENT:
(PAUSE)
Alright! I'm going to do it! I'm going to beat this thing!
DOCTOR:
Now you're talking! Same time next week?
PATIENT:
You bet!
HE MARCHES OUT OF THE OFFICE.
INT. LIFT - DAY
THE PATIENT ENTERS WITH SOME TREPIDATION. THE LIFT DOORS SLIDE SHUT. HE TAKES DEEP BREATHS.
DING!
THE DOORS SLIDE OPEN. A MIDGET STEPS INSIDE. SWEAT BEADS ON THE PATIENT'S BROW.
THE LIFT DESCENDS.
THE MIDGET CATCHES THE PATIENT LOOKING AT HIM. HE THROWS OFF HIS COAT, REVEALING A GREEN VELVET JUMP SUIT UNDERNEATH.
MIDGET:
Eat it, candy pants!
HE LEAPS AT HIM, GRAPPLING HIM AROUND THE NECK WITH HIS LEGS. THE PATIENT SCREAMS.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE – DAY
THE DOCTOR RECLINES IN HIS SEAT.
DOCTOR:
Today has been a good day.
