Final English Script
Final English Script
The Pearson living room is cosy but cluttered with household items. Mrs.
Pearson is sitting on the couch, looking exhausted as she folds laundry. Mrs.
Fitzgerald enters, carrying a small, mysterious-looking box.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: Annie, you look like you’ve been through the wars. Everything
alright?
Mrs. Pearson: Oh, Mrs. Fitzgerald, it’s just another hectic day. The kids are
driving me up the wall, and there's always something that needs doing.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (Sighs sympathetically) I can see that. You know, sometimes
people don’t realise how much effort goes into keeping a household running
smoothly.
Mrs. Pearson: They mean well, but it’s hard to get them to see it from my
perspective.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: Maybe it’s time they experienced it firsthand. (She holds up the
box.) I have something that might help.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: A spell, of sorts. Not the typical personality swap. This one will
make George, Cyril, and Doris live a day in your life—but separately, in
different versions of this household. They won’t know about each other, and you
won’t know either.
Mrs. Pearson: (Pauses, then nods) Alright. If it helps them see how much I do,
then I’m willing to try.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: Excellent. (She opens the box, revealing a set of enchanted
objects.) Let’s begin.
Mrs. Fitzgerald waves her hands over the objects, chanting softly. A darkness
envelops the room as the spell takes effect.
Cyril wakes up in the Pearson kitchen, now dressed in an apron and holding a
frying pan. The household looks familiar but slightly off. Mrs. Pearson, George,
and Doris are present but act differently—cold and demanding.
George: (Impatiently) Cyril, the eggs are taking too long. Hurry up! We need to
leave for the meeting at nine.
Doris: (Annoyed) And don’t forget to clean up after yourself. I can’t deal with
the mess you always leave.
Cyril: (Frustrated) I’m trying my best! This isn’t as easy as I thought.
Mrs. Pearson: (Sternly) If you can’t handle the kitchen, maybe you should
reconsider your responsibilities here.
Cyril: (Under his breath) I never realised how demanding this is…
Doris: Exactly. It’s not like we have anything better to do than babysit around
the house.
He tries to flip the eggs but drops the frying pan, creating a loud crash. Mrs.
Pearson glares at him.
Doris wakes up in the living room, now dressed in Mrs. Pearson’s attire.
George, Cyril, and a different version of herself are present, all acting harshly
and dismissively.
George: (Demanding) Doris, the laundry needs to be folded and put away. Why
aren’t you doing it?
Cyril: (Irritated) And the dishes from last night are still not done. This is
unacceptable.
Doris: (Panicking) I’m trying! It’s just one day, why is everything piling up?
George: Because you’re incompetent. We can’t rely on you for anything around
here.
Cyril: (Sarcastically) Maybe if you did not waste so much time things would run
smoothly.
Doris: (Tears welling up) I…I didn’t realise how much you all depend on me.
It’s so hard…
George: Hard? You think cleaning, cooking, and managing the house is hard?
Try doing it yourself.
Doris: (Desperate) Please, just give me a break. I can’t handle this pressure.
She attempts to wash dishes but slips, causing water to spill everywhere. The
others scoff at her struggle.
Doris: (Crying softly) Why didn’t you tell me it was this hard…
George wakes up in the master bedroom, now dressed as Mrs. Pearson. Cyril,
Doris, and a different version of himself are present, acting impatient and
critical.
Cyril: (Impatiently) Dad, the breakfast isn’t ready yet. We’re going to be late for
your big presentation.
Doris: (Coldly) And don’t forget, the living room needs to be cleaned. It’s
already overdue.
George: (Confused and stressed) I thought Annie was handling that. Why are
you all acting like this?
Cyril: Because we’re sick of doing everything around here. You need to step up
and take responsibility for once.
Doris: Exactly. We’ve been carrying the load while you do… what? Nothing?
George: (Desperate) I’m trying! I have a lot on my plate with work and
everything else.
Cyril: Well, your plate shouldn’t be empty. Start contributing more around here.
Doris: And stop complaining about being overworked. We’re the ones who are
really struggling.
George: (Voice cracking) I never realised how Annie has to handle every day.
It’s overwhelming…
He attempts to clean the living room but is clumsy, missing several spots. Cyril
and Doris watch him with disdain.
Cyril: See? This is why we can’t rely on you. You’re just adding to the chaos.
Doris: (Coldly) Maybe if you spent less time at work and more time at home,
things would be better.
George: (Breaking down) I never thought about it that way. I’m so sorry…
Cyril’s Version:
Cyril: (Exhausted, speaking to himself) How does Mum handle all this every
single day? It’s so much harder than I ever imagined…
Doris: (Harshly) Cyril, pick up after yourself! I can’t keep doing everything
alone.
Cyril: (Frustrated) I’m trying, but it’s just too much. I didn’t realise how much
you do…
Doris: (Softening slightly) Maybe if you helped more, things wouldn’t be so
difficult.
Cyril: (Realising) I’ve been so selfish. I never thought about how hard it is for
her…
Doris’s Version:
Doris:
(Crying, speaking to herself) Why didn’t I understand before? It’s so
exhausting, and I never thought about how much Mum does…
Doris: (Tears streaming) I can’t keep doing this alone. It’s too hard…
Cyril: (Coldly) Maybe if you weren’t so distracted, things would run smoother.
Doris: (Whispering) I never realised how much you all depend on me. I’m so
sorry…
George’s Version:
George: (Desperate, speaking to himself) How does Annie manage all this while
dealing with work and everything else? It’s so overwhelming…
Doris: (Coldly) You think it’s easy balancing work and home? Try managing it
all by yourself.
George: (Voice cracking) I never thought about how hard it is for her. I’m so
sorry…
Cyril: (Harshly) Sorry doesn’t cut it. We need more support around here.
The Pearson living room returns to normal. George, Cyril, and Doris are back to
their original selves, looking disoriented and exhausted. Mrs. Pearson stands
before them, calm and composed. Mrs. Fitzgerald watches from the side,
satisfied.
Mrs. Pearson: (Gently) Yes, George. It’s time you all understood how much I
do.
Cyril: (Humbled) Mum, we’ve been terrible. We had no idea how hard you
work every single day.
Doris: (Tearfully) I’m so sorry for being so rude and ungrateful. I never realised
the pressure you’re under.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (Stepping forward) Now that you’ve experienced a day in her
life, I believe things will start to change for the better.
Cyril: (Nodding) Absolutely. We’re committed to helping out more and being
more considerate.
Doris: (Resolute) From now on, I’ll do my part without being asked. We need to
support each other as a family.
George: (Smiling) And I’ll make sure to take on more responsibilities at home.
We’re in this together.
Mrs. Pearson: (Smiling back) Thank you, all of you. It’s a new beginning for us.