The Train Emergency Help point 2
In which a commuter struggles with a delicate problem.
1. Int. train carriage. morning.
The carriage is full of commuters. By the doors a schoolboy, ZHI, grasps a crinkled piece of paper in hands. Next to him is a dishevelled looking man who people are eyeing suspiciously. He sways to and fro, and smells of urine. He turns and stares at ZHI.
ZHI notices and looks worried. He reaches for the emergency help button and presses it. The operator, RITA, answers.
RITA (V/O)
Uh, hello, yes, what’s your emergency?
Some passengers have noticed and turn to look.
ZHI is looking even more distressed
ZHI
I…I’ve got a trigonometry test today — and I don’t know shit!
There’s a long pause, before the speaker lets out a long groan.
RITA (V/O)
Uhhh, Zhi, how many times have we been through this? If you don’t study, you’ll never learn.
ZHI
This is the last time, Rita, I promise! You really came through for me on that Hamlet essay last week.
RITA (V/O)
(Sighs) Alright! We’ll start with the Sine function; which, if you remember, is the ratio of the side opposite the angle to the hypotenuse.
