EXT. UNKNOWN STREET. DAY.
JOHN, mid 40's, wears an incongruous red rain coat as he
stumbles his way, dazed and confused, down a suburban
street.
A STRANGER, early 20’s and visibly distraught bumps into
JOHN as he hastily walks past in the opposite direction.
As they collide, the stranger holds an unusually prolonged
glance, locking his empty eyes onto John's, until finally
turning back in the direction he is walking.
Following the stranger with his stare, John pauses, as the
man trudges into the distance.
Placing his hands in his pockets, John turns and continues
on his path, stopping immediately pulling his hands back
out.
He stares puzzled down at the object in his hand. A business
card reading: We Hope Your Scars Have Faded.
John mouths the words.
He flips the card and finds an address on the reverse side.
Looking around him, as if searching for the answers in his
surroundings, he checks his other pocket he finds a key.
EXT. CEMETERY AVENUE. DUSK.
Holding the card with one hand in front of his face like a
map and grasping the key firmly in the other, John looks up
at the closed door before him. He knocks.
With no reply, he cautiously slots the key into the lock and
twists. It turns with ease and he pushes down on the handle,
opening the door.
INT. JOHN'S HOUSE - DOORWAY. DUSK.
John peers round the door gingerly.
JOHN
Hello? Hello? The door was
unlocked, I have a card with your
address on and..
John walks into the seemingly empty house, only to have his
stride interrupted when an object hanging from the ceiling
bumps the side of his head attracting his gaze.
A small card, identical to the previous, swings in front of
his eyes. Snapping it off its restraint, John's eyes scan
the words etched on its surface: Welcome Home.
INT. JOHN'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM. DUSK.
John walks into the living room, card still in hand.
Stopping abruptly like a rabbit in headlights, he stares,
transfixed at an object on the fireplace in front of him.
The photo frame holds a photo of a happy young girl and
John, smiling in an embrace.
FLASHBACK TO:
INT. JOHN’S CAR. DAY.
John is driving his car on a sunny day. A YOUNG GIRL, (age
depending on Bobby's daughter) happy and bright eyed, also
laughing. The sequence is out of focus and the sound is
muffled.
Elgar's Enigma Variations plays on the radio and the young
girl performs a silly dance for her father.
BACK TO PRESENT
John comes too, looking disturbed and confused.
FADE TO:
INT. JOHN'S HOUSE. DAY.
John, looking drained and confused is sat hunched on a sofa.
The doors knocks and he answers.
John opens the door but finds no one on the other side. In
the background the stranger from before can be seen
wandering past wearing the same red coat as John before.
Confused, John looks around and notices a box on the
doorstep. Cautiously he picks it up and carries it inside.
He places it down in the living room and opens it, inside he
finds another business card that reads: Sometimes Scares
Aren't Meant To Fade. As well as a record.
He places the record on a player and touches the needle down
carefully. Elgar's Enigma Variations begins to play and
visibly calmed by the music John slumps into the sofa again.
Suddenly John seizes up and bolts upright. His breathing
intensifies as he closes his eyes
FLASHBACK TO:
INT. JOHN’S CAR. DAY.
The same flashback as before unfolds, only this time the
image is much more clear and his daughter's face is in full
focus.
BACK TO PRESENT
Blinking wildly as if coming back from a terrible dream, the
colour drains from John's face. He thrashes around the room,
hands clasping his head, in unnatural motions. He seizes up
once more
FLASHBACK TO:
INT. MORGUE. DAY.
John approaches a body covered in a white sheet on a table.
He slowly pulls back the sheet and bursts into tears.
Revealed is the same young girl from the car.
INT. JOHN'S HOUSE. MORNING.
John is sat hunched over on the sofa, his eyes red and puffy
from crying. The sound of the postman pushing mail through
the letterbox shreaks through the silence of the house.
Wearily, John stands up and trudges to the door to fetch
them. He re-enters the room sifting through the pointless
letters and bills, until he gets to a mysterious
advertisement leaflet.
In big green letters on the front it reads NAME OF COMPANY
Underneath in slightly smaller font, there is a paragraph
reading: Grief Management. To Help The Pain Go Away.
In the bottom right hand corner there is an address.
As John leaves he drops the leaflet, it falls face down
revealing that the company wipes its customers' memories.
EXT. UNKNOWN STREET. MORNING.
John walks up to the building infront of him. He looks up
and takes a deep breath.
INT. COMPANY RECEPTION. MORNING.
John walks through the door into the waiting room. As he
looks around he sees a woman sat on a chair crying
hysterically.
He approaches the counter.
RECEPTIONIST, 20's, a walking cliche of a receptionist,
talks on the phone disinterested in her surroundings.
JOHN
Excuse me?
The receptionist sighs pointedly as she hangs up the phone.
RECEPTIONIST
Yes?
JOHN
I was wondering if you could help
me?
She stares at John for a moment as if she recognizes him.
RECEPTIONIST
Daughter is it?
JOHN
Err yes. How..?
She looks down and inwardly laughs before continuing.
RECEPTIONIST
Lucky guess, just take a seat and
fill in this form. We'll see to you
as quickly as we can.
John opens his mouth to speak but stops as he is met by the
receptionists lackadaisical stare as she picks up the phone
once more.
RECEPTIONIST
(nonchalently)
Grief management, we help the pain
go away. Sarah speaking?
He sits down in the waiting area and begins to fill out his
forms.
Just as he is about to finish, a DOCTOR, mid 40's, smart and
clean shaven, wearing a tailored suit enters the room and
calls out to the receptionist.
DOCTOR
Do we have a Miss..
Before he has a chance to finish the receptionist coughs and
beckons him over. The two mutedly interact and look over at
John.
The doctor straightens up and addresses the crying lady.
Crouching down in front of her he places a caring hand on
her shoulder.
DOCTOR
I'm terribly sorry about you're cat
Miss.. Jennings is it? But you'll
have to wait just a little bit
longer I'm afraid, okay? Thank you.
The Doctor walks across the room to John and stretches out
his manicured hand.
John reciprocates and shakes it obligingly.
DOCTOR
Ah, John is it?
He continues before giving John a chance to speak.
DOCTOR
We're all terribly sorry to hear
about your loss, John. I have a
daughter myself and can only
imagine the pain you must be
feeling. No father should have to
out live their child and all that
eh?
John opens his mouth to speak once again and the Doctor
interrupts.
DOCTOR
Exactly, walk with me John.
The Doctor places a snake like arm round John's shoulders
and ushers him towards the desk smiling like a cheshire cat.
RECEPTIONIST
Okay, with our returning customers
discount that comes to..
The receptionist mumbles incoherently whilst pounding
numbers into a calculator.
RECEPTIONIST
£249.99.
JOHN
Returning customer?
She cuts him off.
RECEPTIONIST
Card or cash?
John passes over a card and the receptionist swipes it.
INT. OPERATION ROOM. DAY.
John is sat in a chair with the doctor strapping him down.
DOCTOR
Now I'm sure youre very nervous but
believe me there's no need to be,
before you know it you'll be as
happy as Larry again. Sounds good
right?
JOHN
What are the straps for?
DOCTOR
Oh dont worry about then, we don't
want you hurting yourself now do
we? Just sit still and this will
all be over before you know it.
The Doctor goes to the corner of the room to where a record
player is sat and places the needle down, releasing soft
piano music into the room.
John's eyes begin to fill with tears, until suddenly a look
of realization floods his face. He tries to sit up.
JOHN
Wait! Stop! I've changed my mind!
The Doctor places a firm yet patronising hand on his
shoulder, gently pushing him back down on the chair.
DOCTOR
I've heard this from you before,
John.
He winks at John and clicks a switch that is on the wall.
The shrill drum of a machine echos round the room.
FADE IN:
EXT. CEMETERY AVENUE. DUSK.
John, looking dazed and confused, wearing a red coat walks
down the street. He bumps into a man walking in the oposite
direction wearing the same coat as him, catching his
lingering stare as he passes.
FADE OUT:
Chris said he was really enjoyed the script and was looking forward to see how we managed to visualise the whole thing and progress from our 2 minute film. We also started to discuss the schedule with him as best as possible because we still didn't know all the specific dates and times, but we did know that we would be shooting most of next week and we hoped to get all the filming done. Obviously this depends on availability of actors as well as crew members, but our goal is to get the majority of filming done as soon as possible, to allow more time in the post-production stage unlike last time. This will also allow us to do any retakes that we may need, as well as allowing us to see what works and what doesn't so we can produce the best possible film.For next week, we intend to show Chris our rushes from the week's shoot, as well as the finalised schedule, along with floor plans, shot lists and risk assessments. After the tutorial, we met as a group again to discuss what each individual needed to do in preparation for next week. For one of our locations, we were allowed to film there under the terms that we would film some short informercial style films for them that they could use on their website. We would be filming this tomorrow on Saturday 29th and editing it whenever we had the time.
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