Tài liệu Writing the short film 3th - Part 44 doc

NIGHT Miss Peach enters the living room, which is now bathed in candlelight.. In beautiful italics on one is written “Lady Peach” and on the other “Lady Scarlet.” Miss Peach turns back t

30 INT LIVING ROOM NIGHT Miss Peach enters the living room, which is now bathed

in candlelight Scarlet has beautifully arranged candles all around the room; it is a breathtaking sight Miss Peach stands in awe On the table, Scarlet has laid a bea-utiful dinner set for two, the food is simple but inviting Two place cards sit on each plate In beautiful italics on one is written “Lady Peach” and on the other “Lady Scarlet.” Miss Peach turns back to Scarlet who has now disappeared She turns back to the table and sits down

Miss Peach observes the place settings, and surreptitiously, she rearranges the incorrect silverware arrangement

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31 INT BATHROOM DOOR NIGHT Miss Peach taps on the bathroom door Timidly, she whispers

MISS PEACH Scarlet Scarlet

There is no response

I’m sorry Scarlet

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32 INT BATHROOM NIGHT Scarlet sits in front of the mirror She removes her wig and sits bald From a large jar Scarlet scoops some cream and smears it on her face, drastically her thick makeup is loosened

MISS PEACH You’re so colorful, my dear, so full of color I probably appear as rather a grey person to you and you’re right

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31 INT BATHROOM DOOR NIGHT

Miss Peach stands close to the door

MISS PEACH You see, I’ve been a housekeeper to a man for over thirty years Our relationship was overwhelmingly professional in tone though naturally we might discuss informal topics from time to time

Miss Peach pauses

MISS PEACH

I came to deliver his love letter I don’t know this woman you see All I know is that

32 INT BATHROOM NIGHT

With a sponge Scarlet rubs and rubs and gradually

removes all the makeup Scarlet stops and begins to

listen to Miss Peach Scarlet takes a drag on her

cigarette and stares at her bald reflection She remains effeminate in features, but without all the makeup, all

the glamour is gone

MISS PEACH

I gave him the best years of my life The very best and he didn’t even notice I suppose you could call

me a coward So you see, I’m in no position to judge your actions I simply envy your courage Gently and slowly Scarlet removes her loud and glitzy

ear rings

31 INT BATHROOM DOOR NIGHT

Miss Peach leaves, taking her candle with her The

candle is blown out

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33 EXT MANHATTAN SKYLINE EARLY MORNING

The sun gradually rises over the building tops A RADIO UPDATE echoes out Pull back to reveal Scarlet standing

at a window

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34 INT LIVING ROOM MORNING Scarlet stands at a window The room is lit by the blue light of morning Miss Peach lies on a sofa fast asleep

Scarlet sits down opposite her; she is dressed simply, but beautifully Her outfit and hairstyle are feminine, but she has shed all her flamboyance Her beauty now stems from her pure precision and simplicity She smokes a cigarette Miss Peach wakes up Spread on a chair in front of Miss Peach is a beautiful outfit and an elegant pair of shoes

SCARLET People used to tell me how I could be straightened out What I needed was a good woman I said fine, since a woman is the best there is I want to

be one, the most beautiful one

34 INT LIVING ROOM MORNING (CONT.) Scarlet looks at Miss Peach and smiles

SCARLET You must realize what you have and enjoy it

If it was up to the rest of the world, they wouldn’t let you

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35 INT LIVING ROOM LATE MORNING

We move through the apartment The dull light of morning highlights the odd object here and there

Candles stand burnt down All is still Someone SINGS in the distance We enter the living room A dressing table has been set up Miss Peach sits in front of the mirror

Scarlet stands above and SINGS while she tends to Miss Peach

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36 INT LIVING ROOM DAY Nail polish is placed on some nails They are filed and trimmed Eyeliner is placed on some eyes Mascara on lashes Lipstick on lips The tight curls of Miss Peach’s hair are brushed out Powder on the face Shoes are

slipped on some feet A dress is put on Earrings are

clipped on A necklace is delicately wrapped around a

neck

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37 INT LIVING ROOM DAY

Scarlet continues to tend to Miss Peach She then goes

over to get a scent bottle Miss Peach reaches for her bag and out falls the letter She withdraws the envelope and

it reads “Mrs Catherine Spencer.” She holds it closely and then looks up at her reflection in the mirror She is now complete—beautiful and elegant in both style and

makeup She pauses and stares at the letter She remains silent Scarlet returns and stands close by Miss Peach

remains silent She then takes the letter and replaces it

MISS PEACH I’m not Catherine Spencer, I would have liked to have been, but I’m not Had I been anyone worthy

of respect at all, I dare say I would have left Fortley Manor long before this letter was ever written

Miss Peach smiles and puts the letter away She stands

up straight and is a picture of refined beauty

SCARLET Miss Peach your carriage awaits

Miss Peach gives a curtsey and then twirls to show off her attire She twirls and twirls and twirls and

twirls

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38 INT APARTMENT NIGHT

Classical MUSIC can be heard Miss Peach continues to

twirl and is dressed beautifully and Scarlet simply, as

before Miss Peach’s formal hair is now loose and

relaxed, and both Scarlet and Miss Peach have a content expression on their faces Delicately and tentatively the pair waltz elegantly around the room Miss Peach limps,

but hardly Miss Peach and Scarlet continue to dance.

The music finishes, and they come to a stop They hesitate and then move closer together Behind them we see the city lit up They hesitate as if they’re about to kiss Suddenly there is a sound of energy being

CHARGED The lights in the apartment flicker on, and then off, and then on again Under the bright lights Miss Peach and Scarlet break their embrace The spell ends and all is revealed They shift awkwardly, embarrassed

by their intimacy

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39 INT HALLWAY OF APARTMENT NIGHT Miss Peach and Scarlet begin to leave the apartment

Scarlet gathers her bag, and before exiting Miss Peach removes the letter from her purse and places it in the frame of a mirror Miss Peach pauses with her hand and then looks up at her reflection, which is youthful and content She smiles

40 INT ELEVATOR NIGHT The HUM of the elevator as it glides down Miss Peach and Scarlet stand side by side They are SILENT and do not communicate in any way It’s as if they are total strangers to one another The elevator stops and in gets

an ELDERLY MAN

OLD MAN They promised us back in ‘65 that it was the last time Well twenty-seven hours I was trapped in my apartment It’s a disgrace I say hang the lot of them

The elevator comes to rest on the ground floor The old man gets out, followed by Scarlet and Miss Peach

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41 INT LOBBY NIGHT The lobby of the apartment block is busy with postblackout activity Miss Peach turns to Scarlet For a moment they smile Scarlet’s expression changes as she observes something of interest over Miss Peach’s shoulder

SCARLET Goodbyes were never my thing

Scarlet smiles and walks past Miss Peach and wanders toward a handsome-suited man across the lobby Miss

Peach watches as Scarlet introduces herself, asking the man for a light Miss Peach decides to leave and walks slowly toward the exit

DOORMAN (calling)

Miss Spencer! Can I help you

Miss Peach swings around, responding to the name

Catherine Spencer and is faced with the back of an

elegantly dressed WOMAN who carries some luggage

Miss Peach freezes and watches as the woman stands

waiting for the doorman Miss Peach begins to approach and then stops herself She looks up and sees Scarlet

watching her The doorman picks up the woman’s

luggage and begins to carry it toward the elevator The woman hesitates, tidies herself, and follows the

doorman Scarlet gives Miss Peach a wave of her hand Miss Peach smiles and turns away, briskly walking out the front door

FADE OUT

SLEEPING BEAUTIES

by Karyn Kusama

CAST OF CHARACTERS

IRIS—a sixteen-year-old girl Iris is still a bit awkward, a little uncomfortable with her developing body She is remarkably mature in some ways, a girl with a detailed imagination and a feverish sense of her future She is a talker LUCY—Iris’s fifteen-year-old sister Lucy is very fresh looking and has an unusually mature beauty for her age She and Iris look much alike, but some-how Lucy seems more at ease with her appearance Lucy respects Iris’s opin-ion of everything Lucy is the less articulate of the two girls, but is comfortable letting Iris be the “leader.”

MAN—a very nebulous character in some ways Between the age of nine-teen and twenty-five years old He must have strong features It would be preferable if he was pale and of a medium height He must have longish and finely textured hair He is the type of person who wears nothing but jeans and John Deere t-shirts He wears cowboy boots because they are practical

He probably worked in a gas station at one point in his life He may have committed some small-scale crimes as well, but nothing worthy of a major newspaper He is from a small town—there isn’t a single clear-sounding radio station for miles and all the kids hang out at the 7-Eleven off of the interstate Until he was about eighteen, he had never seen a James Dean or Marlon Brando movie He has, however seen almost every Elvis movie, somewhat by default His voice is low, with a slight drawl He doesn’t talk much, unless he’s got a six-pack with him, and then he’s always got a story and needs to prove that he saw it first

DESCRIPTION OF LOCATION

Large three-story house in a quiet suburban area Spacious backyard with high, full trees and a large open area in the center Iris and Lucy share a room

on the top floor, preferably at the very side of the house The only apparent light comes from their room; no one else seems to be home From their large bedroom window they can hop onto a wooden trellis that runs down the side of the house

The bedroom itself is relatively large, with two parallel beds, a large win-dowsill, a cluttered vanity table with a huge round mirror, a small night table, a lamp, an overhead light, and a chair or two The room should not look especially contemporary at all, there should be a strange sense of isola-tion from the outside teenage world There are no posters on the wall, and

no fan magazines on the floor—only odd antique knickknacks, cheesy