Script.

The script in which to be given to actors. The script starts after the death of protaganist.

INT. HALL
          The hall is pitch black.

                              ARCHIBOLD BOATSWAIN
                    There are only two sides to a coin,
                    two sides to which it can fall, but
                    suppose the coin lands on it's
                    edge?

          Boatswain's voice has the tone and language of a classic
          English gentleman (from the 19th century). Boatswain's voice
          gives off a large amount of reverberation (the area they're
          in, is to the scale of a large concert hall).
          Boatswain circles Michael talking at a speedy pace flipping
          a coin in his hand.

                              ARCHIBOLD BOATSWAIN
                    Dearest Michael, forgive me, but
                    you must solely listen to what I
                    say, for we have not a single
                    moment to lose.
                         (Beat)
                    I'll clue you in my friend, the
                    powers that be, deemed it time for
                    your passing and now you are in the
                    waiting room of worlds. I am your
                    guide, a damn good one I might add,
                    although, you mightn't think so in
                    the moments to come.  

          The sound of a huge coin being flipped chimes in the
          distance gradually filling the hall with it's sound.

                              ARCHIBOLD BOATSWAIN
                         (Slower and serious)
                    The life you lived has left you
                    with a choice, which side of the
                    coin you wish to fall? As your
                    guide I can only lay your paths
                    before you. NOW, allow me to show
                    to you, your sins.

          The huge coin strikes the ground, shattering the floor like
          glass. Michael plummets through air. Sounds of a woman's
          screams and crying fly past.

                              WOMAN
                    Why Michael! I loved you. You broke
                    my heart.

          The rushing of air quietens to the sound of running water
          below.
          Michael crashes into the ocean. All other sounds are drowned
          out, as Michael falls deeper the roar of the waves quieten,
          Archibold's voice sounds clearly in the distance.

                              ARCHIBOLD BOATSWAIN
                    This is your sin, stealing you,
                    drowning you, crushing you into a
                    black abyss.
          Dunned sounds of people crying create an inaudible din of
          noise. Then suddenly silence, Boatswain's voice whispers in
          Michael's ear.

                              ARCHIBOLD BOATSWAIN
                    On the other hand.

          EXT. FIELD
          Michael burst out of the water, gasping for air and coughing
          his way back to life. Inexplicably he's lying in a field,
          the sound of a soft breeze passes through summer trees.
          Slowly the sound of a child playing fades in from the
          distance, when Michael hears this he quietens and becomes
          attentive.
                              ARCHIBOLD BOATSWAIN
                    This is my favorite memory of
                    yours. Unmisstakable isn't it, the
                    smell of freshly cut grass, that
                    perfect breeze brushing through
                    summer trees. A broken heart didn't
                    stop you loving, this is your
                    salvation. All men are both good
                    and evil Michael, you're no
                    exception. And now you choose,
                    which side will you fall?
          A single coin flip is heard, it hits the ground, spins for a
          moment then falls on it's side.
          The End.