WAITING FOR BAMOT
INT.DR LOOPER'S CLINIC FOR THE INSANE, SOME CITY -- DAY.
The treatment room is white. Everything. White couch; white table; white chair; white walls. DR LOOPER is sitting at the table tapping his polished finger nails on the desk. He's dressed for the gym: white headband, white running vest, white running shorts and white Nike trainers. Worse still, He's wearing white compression socks and white compression calf sleeves. He takes a crumpled photograph out of his headband and studies it. He looks at it longingly.
DR LOOPER
(To the person in the photograph) You are my hero.
Many minutes pass. DR LOOPER has remained fixated with the person in the photograph.
DR LOOPER
You're so athletic.
He pulls the photo closer and stares hard at the person in the photograph. After twenty minutes he sets the photograph down on the table and then stands and starts to pace the room.
DR LOOPER
Where's Bam? I need to get back to my office. I've clients to see.
An hour passes and he starts to leave. He stops and goes back to his desk and picks up the photograph. He stares at it.
DR LOOPER
You knew how to wear compression socks, and sleeves. Nobody dared laugh at you, did they, Brandon.
Carefully, he rolls up the photograph and tucks it in his headband. He saunters towards the door and stops for a moment. He looks about the room.
DR LOOPER
Better get back to the office. Dr Poulsen's coming to see me about managing his desire to destroy all runners in races. Wonder what happened to Bam.
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