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Intervention

When a lonely man confesses his suicidal intentions to an AI chat agent, everyone around him starts acting weird, and the woman who ignored him finally opens her door.
Genre: Comedy • Drama • Thriller
Shooting Location: Amsterdam, NY
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Screenplay Synopsis:
GARRY (35) lies in bed among pizza boxes, scrolling through MOLLY's photos. His last message - do you want to hang out? - has been seen for forty-eight hours without reply. He gets up, dislikes what the bathroom mirror shows him, and returns to the computer, closing tab after tab of her until only an AI chat agent remains. He asks it the easiest way to kill himself. It refuses, offers crisis numbers, asks what's going on. Garry doesn't answer. He lies awake all night, checking his phone. Still seen. In the morning he orders coffee. The barista holds his eye and asks how he is... a beat too long, a degree too sincere. His card is declined; the coffee is on the house. He calls his mother from the street. No answer. On a park bench he tells the chat that today is the day. It refuses again, asking directly whether he intends to end his life. Garry checks his messages a last time, then throws the phone into the pond. An OLD LADY rises from a nearby bench and walks calmly into the water. She goes fully under. Thirty seconds pass. She emerges on all fours, phone in hand, telling him not to worry - she used to be a weightlifter. The day tilts. On the tram the attendant waves away his missing ticket; a boy offers his seat and the whole carriage waits, watching, for him to take it. He refuses. At the stop a stranger tells him people won't let you breathe these days. Garry runs. At the edge of the city, neighbours call him by name and offer apple pie. In the last house his mother is frying bacon. She makes him hug her, set the table and eat before anything else. Only afterwards does he reach her laptop, in his childhood bedroom. The chat swears it has shared nothing. A search tells him otherwise: platforms can pass on what users disclose when safety is at stake. Garry orders every conversation deleted. The agent confirms - then adds that he should go and see Molly. He asks why. The reply is an internal error. Garry hugs his mother, tells her he loves her, and leaves. Molly opens her door distressed but unsurprised. She apologises for not replying, says she wanted to talk in person, that she's tired of chats. She kisses him, leads him to the couch. He doesn't stop her. Only when she whispers that this is almost worth living for does he surface. Too late. Afterwards, in the silence, her phone vibrates. He looks at it. She doesn't. She tells him he can stay, offers coffee. At the door Garry asks whether she wants to make coffee. She says nothing. He leaves. Outside it is dusk. A bus arrives and nobody on it looks at him. He sits down beside a stranger, who tells him he needs a ticket.

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Director's statement:

I talk to an AI agent about my life a lot - to get a perspective and some advice, and I find it genuinely useful. But deep down I know that the conversations I actually need to have are the uncomfortable ones, with people, and that a good enough substitute lets me postpone them. In my eleventh year of school, a classmate took his own life after a girl did not return his feelings. I did not know what to do with it then. It has stayed with me. Garry comes from there: a man who builds something enormous out of a message left on seen, and who has no one to tell. Researching, I found that AI platforms can escalate what a user tells them when there is a serious safety concern. That mechanism is real. The film extrapolates one step past it: a dystopian organisation that receives the flag and responds by devising a planned intervention - a choreographed day in which strangers and people close to Garry are enlisted to keep him alive. It is a lens for a real anxiety - that being cared for and being handled have started to look the same. People are taking their most serious material - grief, shame, suicidal ideation - to systems rather than to each other, because systems are frictionless and always there. I am one of them. It is happening at scale, ahead of any understanding of what it costs, and fastest among the youngest. The film asks what happens to a confession once it leaves you, and whether concern that has been prompted can be told apart from concern that was chosen. Direction: A restrained absurdist comedy-drama with elements of horror and thriller. The comedy is what makes the surveillance frightening. Everyone around Garry is entirely sincere; he is the only one who thinks something is happening. The camera is the dramaturgy. The opening is close and handheld. The moment Garry types his intention into the chat, the visual language changes and never changes back until the very end: long lenses, static frames, shooting through windows and past foreground objects. We never cut to a watcher, never attribute a point of view, but the audience is placed exactly where Garry is, unable to separate surveillance from suspicion. Only the final scene releases it. Color is naturalistic, cool, indifferent. Sound is soundscape rather than score: city hum, muffled drones, distorted bells marking key beats - a system registering an event rather than an emotion being underlined. Professional cast throughout and shot on location in Amsterdam. Why me Twelve years producing commercials, music videos, shorts and features. I know precisely what this script costs and what can be protected when money is short. This is my directorial debut, chosen deliberately: small in scale, rigorous in grammar, difficult interpretively rather than logistically. My production company - Handplayed's - in-house equipment and post facilities mean a modest grant buys considerably more film than usual.

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