Tài liệu Writing the short film 3th - Part 45 docx

Meanwhile, LUCY positions a FAN toward the window and turns it to the “high” setting.. IRIS gets up and begins to pace.. IRIS looking at the CLOCK Okay, it’s time.. LUCY puzzled Iris, th

venirs from cheesy midwestern and southern towns, and a small old radio Maybe a couple of yellowing photos lying around

Before the man appears, the light should be very rich in golds and orange overtones The pacing is slow, and the film should have a lush, almost smoky look After the man appears, the lighting will be mostly for a night scene The tones will be deep blues and reds All the time though, I want the girls’ white nightgowns to have a milky luminous quality Other than parts

of the performances, nothing about this film should be very naturalistic

SLEEPING BEAUTIES

FADE UP—sound of a MOTORCYCLE starting and revving FADE DOWN

FADE UP on TITLES FADE to black

FADE UP—overlapping voices of TWO TEENAGE GIRLS

One cries out

VOICE Ouch, that hurts!

Cut to interior BEDROOM, night IRIS, sixteen years old,

is standing and brushing LUCY’s hair LUCY is seated in front of her They speak to the reflection in the MIRROR

in front of them IRIS hits the tangles in LUCY’s hair

LUCY, fifteen years old, winces

IRIS I’m sorry, I’m sorry it would help if you conditioned it

LUCY But it makes it look greasy

IRIS Not if you use the right kind

LUCY

I kinda like it this way

IRIS

I guess you always had the prettiest hair

long hair.

Okay, all done

LUCY Tomorrow I’ll do yours

IRIS Okay

LUCY rises from the VANITY TABLE, and both girls remove their thin SUMMER ROBES Underneath they are wearing long, lightly flowered cotton NIGHTGOWNS IRIS jumps onto her BED Meanwhile, LUCY positions a FAN toward the window and turns it to the “high” setting

IRIS reaches for the small drawer beneath the NIGHT TABLE, fishing around and then pulling out a pack of CIGARETTES and a small ASHTRAY

LUCY arranges herself cross-legged on the opposite BED and faces IRIS They are silent for a while, looking at each other IRIS gets up and begins to pace She lights a cigarette as if she’s fatigued by the rigors of her day-to-day routine Both girls share the cigarette, careful to exhale toward the window fan

IRIS (looking at the CLOCK) Okay, it’s time

LUCY Let’s go

IRIS (still pacing)

So we know this: tall, not too tall And thin Pale shouldn’t he be pale?

LUCY Oh yes, very pale, see-through almost

IRIS Long, dirty blond hair fine, fine, fine

So fine it falls through your fingers (pause) Dark eyes

IRIS sits abruptly on the bed, crossing her legs and

facing LUCY She gestures widely with her cigarette, as

if aggravated

IRIS

No, I thought we talked about this His eyes should

be light and clear and spooky

LUCY But

IRIS

Oh, let’s not argue (pause) We should figure the rest out

LUCY raises her eyebrows

IRIS His mouth, what about his mouth?

LUCY The best part

Both girls pause, lost in thought IRIS begins

tentatively

IRIS His lips will be full a sort of wide Iris mouth

(pause) Right?

LUCY does not reply

IRIS You you can’t look at his mouth for too long It’s almost too dangerous, you know?

LUCY lays on her back and hugs herself as if chilly

LUCY Okay, I guess Gosh, we’ve almost finished him

knees, hands cupping her face.

IRIS Soon we’ll have to find him

LUCY Soon we’ll have to give him a life

IRIS gets up and wanders around the room, first toward the window, then to the vanity table She picks up the large, ornate HAIRBRUSH, pulls out loose strands, then sets it down

IRIS (while walking)

But he has one all that open road, that huge cycle the dust flying off his wheels (looking at her reflection) you and me (pause, turning to LUCY) he’s true because we want him to be

LUCY (puzzled)

Iris, the time

IRIS Right, it’s late

Both climb under their covers and get comfortable before saying anything

LUCY Goodnight, Iris

IRIS Goodnight, Lucy

LUCY

I love you

IRIS Love you too

LUCY See you in the morning

IRIS looks at LUCY, then turns off the old LAMP on the night table

IRIS (whispering)

Sweet dreams

The room is dark The fan continues to hum, the clock

ticks, and occasionally an insect buzzes against the

screen window A breeze blows the gauzy CURTAINS

IRIS and LUCY are holding hands from across their

beds The MOONLIGHT is thick on their faces

A POPPING SOUND is heard coming from the window, as

if someone is throwing a pebble at the SCREEN

CUT to a CLOSE-UP of LUCY and IRIS’s locked fingers as they fall from each other

DISSOLVE to a CLOSE-UP of IRIS’s face as she sleeps

DISSOLVE slowly as IRIS, in a WIDE SHOT, gets out of

bed and goes to LUCY’s side She rouses LUCY In groggy agreement, they walk to the window, standing side by

side and peering out The breeze is blowing their long

nightgowns as if they’re liquid sheets of light

LUCY Look

IRIS

I know

On the thick green lawn, three stories below them, is a MAN leaning against the seat of a beat-up

Harley-Davidson MOTORCYCLE His hair is long and thin, his

face is pale, his build is lanky

MAN (offscreen)

Which one of you girls wanna take a ride?

at each other They are dazed.

IRIS But he’s not finished It’s too soon

LUCY Someone has to go down

IRIS (panicked)

Yes, but we never decided which one of us would actually

LUCY

I know, I know (pause) You choose

IRIS looks out the window She turns to LUCY and straightens LUCY’s hair

IRIS It’s you You go

LUCY You don’t want to ride?

IRIS

No, not tonight You go, and I’ll wait here for you

LUCY (dreamily)

All right

LUCY lifts the screen window IRIS helps her out onto the TRELLIS as if in a trance The MAN continues to look up

at both of them, humming “Wild Horses” to himself

LUCY climbs slowly down the trellis Her nightgown gets caught in the wood grating; she still moves smoothly and without hesitation IRIS closes the screen window and sits in the LARGE WINDOWSILL, watching the action below and humming “Wild Horses” softly

LUCY walks toward the MAN; CUT to a CLOSE-UP of her face

FADE UP on IRIS in VOICE-OVER: “Dirty blond hair-fine, fine, fine ” FADE UP on LUCY in VOICE-OVER: “So

fine it falls through your fingers ”

DISSOLVE to a MEDIUM TWO-SHOT as LUCY touches

his hair and lets it fall through her fingers The MAN

laughs

CUT to LUCY, looking at the man

LUCY Your eyes they’re so dark

DISSOLVE to a CLOSE-UP of IRIS

FADE UP on IRIS in VOICE-OVER: “Light and clear and

spooky—we talked about this already.”

IRIS

I was wrong—his eyes are dark

DISSOLVE to a CLOSE-UP of the MAN as he takes a drag

on his cigarette, exhales slowly, then pulls some stray

tobacco from his tongue and lips

FADE UP on IRIS in VOICE-OVER, discussing with LUCY:

“Would he smoke Luckies?” “Maybe, yeah ,” etc

DISSOLVE to IRIS’s POV as LUCY and the MAN walk into the dark and leave the motorcycle in the middle of the lawn

CUT to a CLOSE-UP of IRIS

IRIS Wait—where are you going I can’t see you anymore Lucy, this isn’t fair

IRIS cries silently