Script Draft 1

This is a blog sensitive version of the first draft script. Analysis to come soon.

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Six String Studios


“The Lost Ones”
Draft 1
Created by Patrick McCallion, Nathan Crossley & Sam Kay
Written by Patrick McCallion
Six String Studios 2011


01 INT BAR – NIGHT
A fairly busy bar/club at night flooded with red artificial light. A man stands at the bar waiting to be served. He’s off in a world of his own, watching the television. The barman finally approaches him.


BARMAN
Evening sir. What can I get you?
Unsure, and not particularly bothered, the man replies,
MAN
Oh sorry, I’ll have a bottle of … erm… whatever, surprise me.
BARMAN
Right you are!


The bar man leaves to get a bottle from the fridge. While he does, the man looks back to the television across from the bar. Archive footage of the 9/11 attacks is shown on the screen, with the caption “9/11 – One Year On”. The man rubs his hands together and presses them to his face. A crescendo in the music. The barman reappears, but the man is fixed on the screen.


BARMAN
Here you are sir…


The man doesn’t acknowledge the barman’s presence. He continues to keep his eyes glued to the television. The bar man interrupts again.


BARMAN
Sir?


All of a sudden, the man snaps back to reality.


MAN
Oh sorry. My minds in a million different places at the moment. Put it on the tab.


The man delves into his pocket and produces a packet of cigarettes. He takes one and strikes a match. The camera fixes in on the flame, black and white, subtly Film Noir as it gets pressed to cigarette, crackling. The man turns away and leans against the bar. As he does, Violet walks in through the doors. She is wearing a bright blue dress with matching shoes, standing out from the drab background. We see the man smile, and he immediately drops his cigarette to the floor again in black and white.


MAN
Violet! Grab a seat! I’ll be there in a moment!


Violet smiles and turns to go get a table. The man swivels back round to the bar with a new found confidence and calls to the barman.


MAN
‘Scuse me!


The barman turns to look at the man and makes a noise to show he is listening.


MAN
Sorry, could I get a blue WKD please.


The barman looks slightly taken aback, but says.


BARMAN
Sure!


An almost unreal cut, out of time, and the man is sat at the table opposite Violet, sliding the drink over to her. She leaves the drink where it is on the table.


02 – INT DARK ROOM – T.I
Violet stands with her eyes closed smiling, her hair blowing in an eerie breeze. The scene is over almost as soon as it has started
(CUT TO.)




03 – INT BAR – NIGHT
Violet looks up at the man, before smiling and chuckling. The man also begins to chuckle.
(CUT TO.)




04 – INT DARK ROOM – T.I
The man stands looking directly into the camera with his hands on his head. We hear no voices.
(CUT TO.)




05 – BAR – NIGHT


We return to the chuckle. The man looks down at his hands before looking back up to Violet.


MAN
How’s work going then.?
VIOLET
God, it’s madness. It’s just so surreal, you know!
MAN
Really? Ah well. You’ll get used to it. At least it’s all over for now. You can relax!


Violet looks unimpressed.


VIOLET
You call this relaxing? When you asked if I wanted to meet up with you, I thought you meant like a restaurant or a coffee shop or something, not the flaming pub!


The man looks around.


MAN
It’s not too bad here, is it?


Violet smiles to herself.


VIOLET
No, I’m just being a pain.
MAN
Don’t worry about it. You’re alright.


The man looks down at his hands again and the camera focuses in on the engagement ring on his finger. He keeps looking at it as he talks.


MAN
I can’t believe it’s coming around so soon.
VIOLET
Yeah, I know! It seems like just the other day…
MAN
Yeah. Time just sails by. It’s unbelievable.


The man takes a drink from his bottle of beer. He looks slightly upset, but Violet doesn’t seem to notice.


VIOLET
I just wish we had more time, you know, to sort out the flowers, it’s all been a little rushed, with me being away. I’m used to doing all the organising really.
MAN
I know. I wish you’d come back home…


The man regrets saying this when he sees Violets sadness.


MAN
Look, I’m sorry. I know this new jobs great for you, but it’s just so fucking far away. I miss you.
(CUT TO.)




06 – INT DARK ROOM – T.I


Violet looks purposefully into the camera, with a cigarette in her mouth and holding a black rose.
(CUT TO.)




07 – INT BAR – NIGHT
VIOLET
Sorry.
MAN
It’s okay. I understand.


He takes another swig from his bottle of beer. The bottle is verging on empty.


MAN
But soon, everything will be fine! Just wait a few more months, and the day will finally be here! And then, that’ll be it! They’ll be nothing we can’t do!


Violet smiles.
VIOLET
Yeah. It’s going to be nice.


The bar man approaches the table and talks to the man.
BAR MAN
Are you finished with that sir?
MAN
Yes cheers.


Violet looks down at her watch.


VIOLET
Oh my God, is that the time! We better make a move soon.


The mans phone begins to ring. The ringtone is Street Corners by One Stop Railway. “I’m standing on Street Corners. Waiting for my time.” He looks at the phone.


MAN
One second, Violet.


He answers the phone.
MAN
Hello.




08 – INT DARK ROOM – T.I
Violet smiles straight into the camera.
(CUT TO.)




09 – INT BAR – NIGHT
MAN
Yes of course… Red Spider Lily’s, that’s correct. They were her favourite… okay… Goodbye.


The man looks up from the phone slowly, with tears in his eyes. Violet is no longer there. He quickly looks back down at his hands. We once again focus in on the television, which is still airing 9/11 footage. The bar is flooded with red light. We close in on the man’s hands as he slides the ring off his finger, places it on the table in front of him and slides it to the middle. He pauses, takes a deep breath, stands up and walks away from the table. For a few seconds we watch the empty table in silence, before fading to black.




THE END