Here's another update on my screenplay.
In case you have no idea what I'm talking about, refer to this post:
Anywho, I've decided to post the first scene of said screenplay HERE just so you can get a taste. More updates coming soon, by the way.
So, without further ado, here is the first scene of 'Vermilion':
AERIAL SHOT, EXT.:
The camera slowly drifts over the thick woods of northeastern Massachusetts in the depths of spring; the crust of snow imposed against each tree is slowly melting. The isolated timelessness of this setting is framed the hazy layer of cloud ever-so-slightly settling over the forest, the sun reduced to a dim white light attempting to peek through.
There’s a brief moment of silence before the song “Holocaust” by Big Star begins to play.
As the song reaches its end and fades away, the view begins to still and all motion seems to cease.
EXT. – BOSTON, MASS.
The camera establishes a birds-eye view of Boston’s West End, circa 1932.
INT. – MASS. GEN. HOSPITAL, LOBBY
A brunette woman of thirty, wearing a peach-coloured box dress with matching pumps, walks through the lobby of the Massachusetts General Hospital; the clattering of her shoes against the rough linoleum floor is drowned out by the conversation of men engrossed in the day’s newspapers which feature articles talking about the famine in Russia and how Congress is dealing with the national economy.
The look on this woman’s face is a conglomerate of worry and determination. A tired-looking, baby-faced nurse perched behind the main desk asks the woman her name. The woman responds with the name KATE WINTER. The nurse hastily flips through a pile of papers, scrolling down with her finger before retracting in pleasant surprise; KATE’s name is on the visitor’s list. The nurse gestures towards the stairs, explaining to KATE that she must go up the stairs and take a right.
With that information, KATE exchanges last-minute niceties and proceeds to ascend the stairs.
INT. MASS. GEN. HOSPITAL, 2ND FLOOR – CONT.
KATE arrives at the top of the stairs; a wiry-haired doctor of sixty greets her, leading her to a bed. Drawing up the white curtains, the doctor ushers KATE towards the ailing elderly woman of ninety to one hundred years old.
KATE sits down in a nearby chair, straightening her dress before leaning forward.
PHEOBE weakly turns her head to the side, squinting at her.
PHEOBE attempts to turn her entire body to the side, but she winces and returns to her former position. She licks her lips, which have gone dry, and swallows a bit of saliva.
“I knew that you’d come here soon enough, darling. You’re not like your mother… not like Judy. You’re more understanding.”
“Well, you shouldn’t blame her. She’s…”
KATE is unable to produce a word from her mental dictionary which could accurately describe what she was trying to convey; instead, she simply sits there, mouth ajar and brain straining itself trying to produce a word.
“I know, dear, I know. It’s just… I don’t have much time left, and I need to tell my story to someone who… accepts it? Believes… it?”
“Embraces it? Passes it down to her children and her children’s children?”
PHEOBE smiles warmly.
“Something like that. Something like that… (beat) Where do I begin?”
KATE nods, her eyes flickering with the awe of a child.
PHEOBE nods in silent reply.
KATE wriggles around in her seat in order to get into a comfortable position.
“I believe that my tale started, at least to my knowledge, in the forest.”