Monday, 3 October 2011

Pre Production- The preliminary- script


INDIVIDUALITY
 BY
 CHARLOTTE BOWEN









1.  INT. TRAIN STATION- DAY

It is approximately 8 am. RIVER is standing in the middle of the station with his briefcase at his feet, looking at the train arrival times.

RIVER (V.O.)con’t

Einstein said‘In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity’ [BEAT]
In my life I have definitely faced difficulties, drugs, drinking…

RIVER is staring at the arrivals board. RIVER picks up his briefcase and walks up the stairs to platform 5.

RIVER (V.O.)con’t
You name it. I quit while I still had that opportunity. Finished school. Went to college. I’m a lawyer now. [BEAT]
Sometimes it feels like, like my life is flashing by.

RIVER takes out his mobile and texts then puts it away.
I just run with it. I get to travel with my job; I mean just this morning my boss called me up, “Hey River” He said “I got a little assignment for ya” And I jumped at the chance.

RIVER takes out a tube map for the LONDON underground and runs his finger along the chosen route.

So here I am in little England, for a case in London.

RIVER unfolds the newspaper from under his arm. He smiles subtly.

RIVER (V.O.)con’t
Jack, the little guy, misses me when I’m away. He’s only six but he gets I’ve got an important job.

RIVER looks down thoughtfully.

RIVER (V.O.)con’t
Wish Anna did. She didn’t mean to get involved in the messed up junkie that was me at eighteen and she still doesn’t want the guy that is me today. What can ya do?

RIVER stands up, brushes his suit down and fixes his tie.

RIVER (V.O.)con’t
Well, you enjoy, embrace, and appreciate what you already have.
So I’ve decided I’ll enjoy England, while I’m here,drink tea, catch a red bus, meet strangers, win my case, visit an art gallery, drive on the left…[BEAT]

RIVER folds the newspaper back up and places it on the bench to tie his shoe laces. He leaves it there. The date is revealed on RIVER’S phone as he has left it. RIVER is staring out of the train window.
RIVER (V.O.)
And I know that when I get back home to Jack, I’ll appreciate everything that little bit more.

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