INT. TELEVISION STUDIO - MORNING
 

Thomas sits at the head of a breakfast table.  He sips a cup of coffee.  He is in his late twenties, is around 5’10” with brown hair, and intense blue eyes. He looks straight at the camera, and takes another sip of his coffee before he looks at the morning paper on this bright, sunny morning.  The camera tracks back, showing the entire table.  In each of the other two chairs on each side of the table is a dead baby.  The camera continues to track back, showing severed human heads littered all around the nice, ceramic tiled kitchen.  Thomas continues to look at the camera with a grin as it tracks back through the kitchen.
 

THE DIRECTOR: Cut!

Thomas slumps down in his seat, and the commotion of a film crew is heard from behind the camera.

THOMAS: Greg, can you come here for a sec?

Greg, who is the director of the TV series being shot, approaches THOMAS from behind the camera.

GREG: What’s up?

THOMAS: Can you call for a break?  We need to talk for a-

GREG: Yeah, sure. (To the crew) Take a five minute stretch everybody.  Back in here in five!

The sounds of the exiting crew are heard from off screen.

GREG: Okay, so what’s up, buddy?

THOMAS: Well, last night, I- can you take a seat or something?  It’s a little-

GREG: Oh, sure, I’ll just move this.

Greg picks up a dead baby from the seat, and throws it off to the side, against a wall.

THOMAS: It’s just a little disconcerting.

GREG: No, that’s fine.  So, what happened last night with Julia?  Did it go-

THOMAS: Greg, it happened again, man.  The same exact thing that happened with that girl in the bar.

GREG: Which one?  You mean the one that went into the bathroom, or the-

THOMAS: No, the one on Thursday night.

GREG: Oh, yeah…

Greg giggles for a second remembering Thursday night.  Then he gets a look of false concern on his face.

GREG: You mean THAT happened again last night?  Damn…

THOMAS: Man, this show is killing me.  I really gotta- I mean, look at this!

Thomas stands up and goes to the other seat where a dead baby is seated.  He picks it up and shoves it near Greg's face.

THOMAS: It’s a dead baby!  I’m sipping my coffee with two dead babies and this!

He refers to the severed heads throughout the kitchen.

GREG: It’s a good role…

Thomas tosses the dead baby aside, and strolls back to sit in his chair.

THOMAS: Yeah, I know it’s a good role.  (beat) But it’s killing my social life.  Everyone is-

GREG: You sound like a teenage girl when you say-

THOMAS: Women are scared of me!

GREG: You’re really believable as your character!

THOMAS: I made a little girl cry on the street last week!

GREG: So did I!

THOMAS: What?

GREG: Yeah, I… (beat) Okay, I didn’t make a girl cry, that was you.  But maybe she just got dumped or her mom spanked her or-

THOMAS: She didn’t get- look, can we please do something about this?

GREG: You’re just going for the wrong girls.  If they all think that you and your character are the same person, then they’re too stupid to be with you anyway, right?

THOMAS: No, not right.  It’s just that- well, Julia said, that she can’t look at me without imagining me eating a human scalp.

GREG : (Shocked) She saw the first episode??

THOMAS: Well, I sure hope so!  Unless that’s just the vibe I give-

GREG: No, no, no, listen.  You don’t look like a man who eats human scalps, alright?  Just remember, it’s only your character, and you leave him on the set.

The rest of the crew starts filing into the set, and a low murmur is heard.  GREG stands, and walks behind the camera as Thomas stays slouched in his seat.

GREG: Okay, let’s do the…uh, scene 12!  Steve, more ants on the heads please!  And where are my fucking dead babies??