Hi reader. I am currently in the midst of pre-production on a PSA-like project, which aims to enlighten viewers on the topic of Organ Trafficking. I have gotten to the point where I have completed a treatment (I think this is the right word for it)
The concept of the film is fairly basic, it simply revolves around showing how a typical Organ trafficking deal is conducted, and the consequences for the ones involved.
Act one:
The film opens in an empty warehouse. It is an ugly place that is both battered and tattered. A superimposed text comes up, telling us that we´re in Pakistan. Before long the warehouse door opens, and several impoverished Pakistani dressed in ragged clothes enter their workplace. We see them carry out their everyday labor; stacking boxes, carrying boxes and alike.
We then direct our attention to a specific worker of this facility. He is a fairly young Pakistani man who has been assigned the job of manually moving heavy boxes from one place to another. It is hard work, but he manages.
Now, we begin cross cutting between this Pakistani man and another man who is thousands of miles away. The other man is a very wealthy old man who is living in an unspecified rich western country. He is a sickly looking and wheelchair bound. We watch as he in his home prepares for an imminent flight. He packs his bags, gathers his passport, orders a taxi and picks up his airline ticket, which is for a travel to Pakistan.
(During this, the following text will be superimposed during clips of the Pakistani man)
” He has little other choice than to say yes
He is in dire need of the money
They say it is not dangerous ”
The wheelchair bound man is now rolling out the front door. We clearly spot a bowl of fresh fruit in proximity of the door. He closes the door. Fade out
Act two:
Fade in. The door opens, in walks the same man. He is no longer wheelchair bound, nor is he sickly looking. The bowl of fruit is now severely rotten and dust saturates the cupboard beneath, we thus realize time has passed.
Cutting back to the Pakistani man, we see him still carrying out the same labor as he did previously. Though lacking the relative ease he showed before. He is severely struggling and sweating immensely. He breathes heavy and his knees shackle as he moves forward.
(Meanwhile, the following text is superimposed)
“He never did get the money they promised.
He did not receive a proper treatment
He wound up with severe damages to his health”
He ends up not being able to carry the box further. He collapses to the ground. During the fall his shirt got lifted up to his chest. As he is lying on the ground we clearly see a kidney scar on his body.
(The following text appears)
"This was the thanks he got for saving a life. "
We now cut to he wealthy westerner who is in his bedroom, he is topless and in the midst of putting on a shirt. We see that he also has a kidney scar.
We cut back to the Pakistani man who continues his struggle.
(The following text is superimposed)
“Each year, thousands of the worlds most impoverished find themselves having to illegally sell their organs for money.
Because of long waiting lines on legal organ transplantations, the demand is high.
The high demand drives the prices up to a level that only the richest are able to afford.
The donors do however only receive a small fraction of the earnings, they are also regularly promised more than they end up getting.
Middlemen take the lion’s share.
Donors often experience severe damages to their health after the operation as a result of poor medical care and follow up care.
How would you thank someone who saved your life?”
--The End--
I am just hoping to receive some general feedback about what you think about the piece. Any suggestions are welcome, and I´d be glad to answer any questions
.
The concept of the film is fairly basic, it simply revolves around showing how a typical Organ trafficking deal is conducted, and the consequences for the ones involved.
Act one:
The film opens in an empty warehouse. It is an ugly place that is both battered and tattered. A superimposed text comes up, telling us that we´re in Pakistan. Before long the warehouse door opens, and several impoverished Pakistani dressed in ragged clothes enter their workplace. We see them carry out their everyday labor; stacking boxes, carrying boxes and alike.
We then direct our attention to a specific worker of this facility. He is a fairly young Pakistani man who has been assigned the job of manually moving heavy boxes from one place to another. It is hard work, but he manages.
Now, we begin cross cutting between this Pakistani man and another man who is thousands of miles away. The other man is a very wealthy old man who is living in an unspecified rich western country. He is a sickly looking and wheelchair bound. We watch as he in his home prepares for an imminent flight. He packs his bags, gathers his passport, orders a taxi and picks up his airline ticket, which is for a travel to Pakistan.
(During this, the following text will be superimposed during clips of the Pakistani man)
” He has little other choice than to say yes
He is in dire need of the money
They say it is not dangerous ”
The wheelchair bound man is now rolling out the front door. We clearly spot a bowl of fresh fruit in proximity of the door. He closes the door. Fade out
Act two:
Fade in. The door opens, in walks the same man. He is no longer wheelchair bound, nor is he sickly looking. The bowl of fruit is now severely rotten and dust saturates the cupboard beneath, we thus realize time has passed.
Cutting back to the Pakistani man, we see him still carrying out the same labor as he did previously. Though lacking the relative ease he showed before. He is severely struggling and sweating immensely. He breathes heavy and his knees shackle as he moves forward.
(Meanwhile, the following text is superimposed)
“He never did get the money they promised.
He did not receive a proper treatment
He wound up with severe damages to his health”
He ends up not being able to carry the box further. He collapses to the ground. During the fall his shirt got lifted up to his chest. As he is lying on the ground we clearly see a kidney scar on his body.
(The following text appears)
"This was the thanks he got for saving a life. "
We now cut to he wealthy westerner who is in his bedroom, he is topless and in the midst of putting on a shirt. We see that he also has a kidney scar.
We cut back to the Pakistani man who continues his struggle.
(The following text is superimposed)
“Each year, thousands of the worlds most impoverished find themselves having to illegally sell their organs for money.
Because of long waiting lines on legal organ transplantations, the demand is high.
The high demand drives the prices up to a level that only the richest are able to afford.
The donors do however only receive a small fraction of the earnings, they are also regularly promised more than they end up getting.
Middlemen take the lion’s share.
Donors often experience severe damages to their health after the operation as a result of poor medical care and follow up care.
How would you thank someone who saved your life?”
--The End--
I am just hoping to receive some general feedback about what you think about the piece. Any suggestions are welcome, and I´d be glad to answer any questions
.
