Working script for a working shoot, I will post stuff for my muse Monday Tuesday on... you guessed it... Monday or Tuesday :)
FADE UP:
INTERIOR
OF A VAN DRIVING AT NIGHT. AS IF TAKEN
FROM THE DRIVERS POINT OF VIEW HIS HANDS ARE PLACED ON THE STEERING WHEEL AND
STRINGS ARE AROUND ONE WRIST.
JACOB:
The info may
have been weak. But it was
something. Little more than a trace on a
purchase. But, if it will stop this maddening chase, I’ll go for anything.
FADE OUT:
FADE UP:
RACHEL
STANDS BEFORE A MAGAZINE RACK LOOKING AT MAGAZINES.
RACHEL (VO):
I like
magazines. That’s not a crime.
RACHEL
EXAMINES A MAGAZINE.
RACHEL: (VO CONT’D)
Rags filled with
glossy photos.
RACHEL
EXAMINES AN ADVERTISEMENT OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN AND A BEAUTIFUL SURROUNDING
RACHEL: (VO CONT’D)
You know the
kind, faraway places where the grime don’t stick and stink don’t smell. So close yet always so far.
RACHEL: (VO CONT’D)
My grandparents
came here from Okinawa. An island
invaded during a time of war. The movies
showed what the public could stand…
NEWSREEL
FOOTAGE OF VICTORIOUS SOLDIERS
RACHEL:
(VO CONT’D)
…while
the soldiers saw…
NEWSREEL
FOOTAGE OF CIVILIAN MOTHERS LEAPING OFF CLIFFS WITH CHILDREN IN THEIR ARMS
RACHEL:
…what soldiers
saw what only soldiers should see. Desperate
civilians caught up in chaos doing desperate things. There are photos of that too…
NEWSREEL
FOOTAGE OF BATTLE/CIVILIANS ON OKINAWA
RACHEL:
(CONT’D)
…but these
photos are different kinds of photos.
Not the lacquered visions offered by the magazines. No these are a little more honest. Maybe they have to be. That’s not a crime, and that aint me.
SHOTS
OF PEOPLE AT NIGHT TIME IN THE SQUARE
RACHEL:
(CONT’D)
This
is my town… at least for now.
SHOT
OF RACHEL READING
RACHEL
(CONT’D)
For the past two
weeks I’ve set up stakes here. But I
always have to keep an eye out….
RACHEL
LOOKS AT STREET
RACHEL
(CONT’D)
…avoid
the him. Just when I start to get
comfortable in a
place… well…
that’s when he shows up. Now I’m nervous, cause I am starting to get
comfortable.
RACHEL
LOOKS UP AND SEES NOTHING LOOKS BACK AT MAGAZINE
GREEN
VAN COMES TO A PARKING SPACE STOP. A
GENTLEMAN OPENS THE DOOR AND HAS STRINGS IN HIS HAND. INSIDE OF STORE RACHEL IS READING. MAN OPENS DOOR AND DOORCHIME ALERTS RACHEL. JACOB GOES TO COUNTER.
JACOB:
Excuse
me, but do you have a Rachel…
JACOB
PUTS UP A PICTURE
JACOB:
(CONT’D)
…have
you seen this girl?
CLERK
Can’t
say that I have?
JACOB
Do
you mind if I look around for her?
CLERK:
Can’t
say that I do.
JACOB
STARTS TO LOOK FOR RACHEL. RACHEL HIDES
BEHIND A BOOKSHELF. JACOB ENTERS SCENE
PAUSES. AND THEN LEAVES.
RACHEL:
I
have to get out of here.
RACHEL
LEAVES THE STORE.
FADE
DOWN:
RACHEL
STANDING OUTSIDE HER HOUSE. FLIPPING
THROUGH KEYS.11
RACHEL
(V.O.)
Never fails time
to move on. Thank goodness I keep most
of my stuff in the car. Just have to
pick up some of my new magazines….
A
GREEN VAN PULLS UP. RACHEL STOPS
FLIPPING THROUGH HER KEYS AND LOOKS AT THE CAR SCARED. SHE TURNS TO RUN BEHIND THE WALL OF THE
BUILDING. MAN GETS OUT OF THE CAR,
RACHEL LOOKS VERY SCARED. HE WALKS TO
THE DOOR. STOPS KNOCKS THREE TIMES.
JACOB:
Rachel? Rachel?
RACHEL’S
FACE LOOKS VERY FRIGHTENED.
JACOB:
Rachel? It’s Publisher’s Clearing house Rachel. Rachel, you are a winner. Rachel?
FRUSTRATED
JACOB WALKS BACK TO HIS CAR.
RACHEL:
I’ll
leave the stuff.
RACHEL
GRABS HER KEYS AND WALKS OFF SCREEN
RACHEL:
(CONT’D)
I just like
magazines. That’s not a crime.
