FADE IN: EXT. NEW YORK CITY - NIGHT The city skyline is barely visible through the thick fog, a haunting atmosphere blanketing the streets below. INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT The apartment is in disarray, reminiscent of a hoarder's den. ROSEMARY, now in her late 70s, navigates through piles of clutter with a weariness in her eyes. Suddenly, a LOUD BANG echoes from the bedroom. Rosemary freezes, her heart pounding with fear. ROSEMARY: (sotto voce) Not again... She cautiously approaches the bedroom door, dread gnawing at her insides. INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT The room is dimly lit, revealing an overgrown MANCHILD sprawled on the bed amidst a mountain of junk food wrappers and video game consoles. A purple square shines from his monitor. This is ANDY, Rosemary's 50-year-old son, trapped in a perpetual state of adolescence. ANDY: (grumbling) Mom, I told you not to disturb me when I'm posting! Rosemary's frustration boils over as she confronts her son's arrested development. ROSEMARY: Andy, you can't spend your whole life hiding in here! You need to face reality! But Andy shrugs off her concerns, lost in his own world of efukt videos and junk food binges. ANDY: Why should I? Dad never did, and look how he turned out! Rosemary recoils at the mention of her late husband, the scars of their past still fresh in her mind. ROSEMARY: Andy, please... You have to break free from this cycle before it's too late. But Andy remains defiant, a petulant child trapped in a man's body. CUT TO: EXT. NEW YORK CITY - NIGHT The city skyline shrouded in darkness, a reflection of the shadows looming over Rosemary and her troubled son. FADE OUT.
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> FADE IN: > > EXT. NEW YORK CITY - NIGHT > > The city skyline is barely visible through the thick fog, a haunting atmosphere blanketing the streets below. > > INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT > > The apartment is in disarray, reminiscent of a hoarder's den. ROSEMARY, now in her late 70s, navigates through piles of clutter with a weariness in her eyes. > > Suddenly, a LOUD BANG echoes from the bedroom. Rosemary freezes, her heart pounding with fear. > > ROSEMARY: > (sotto voce) > Not again... > > She cautiously approaches the bedroom door, dread gnawing at her insides. > > INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT > > The room is dimly lit, revealing an overgrown MANCHILD sprawled on the bed amidst a mountain of junk food wrappers and video game consoles. > > A purple square shines from his monitor. This is ANDY, Rosemary's 50-year-old son, trapped in a perpetual state of adolescence. > > ANDY: > (grumbling) > Mom, I told you not to disturb me when I'm posting! > > Rosemary's frustration boils over as she confronts her son's arrested development. > > ROSEMARY: > Andy, you can't spend your whole life hiding in here! You need to face reality! > > But Andy shrugs off her concerns, lost in his own world of efukt videos and junk food binges. > > ANDY: > Why should I? Dad never did, and look how he turned out! > > Rosemary recoils at the mention of her late husband, the scars of their past still fresh in her mind. > > ROSEMARY: > Andy, please... You have to break free from this cycle before it's too late. > > But Andy remains defiant, a petulant child trapped in a man's body. > > CUT TO: > > EXT. NEW YORK CITY - NIGHT > > The city skyline shrouded in darkness, a reflection of the shadows looming over Rosemary and her troubled son. > > FADE OUT. >
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