from pages 10 to 14 of a script I am working on:
INT. DINING ROOM – EVENING
Vinson and Florence sit at the dinner table. Vinson is finished with his dinner. Florence has not really touched her food. Candles create the only light in the room, throwing a warm glow on the walls.
I did not eat much.
How long were you traveling?
There are things I’ve seen.
No, you cannot understand.
Vinson takes their plates and leaves the room. He comes back with a wine bottle and two glasses. He remains standing.
I noticed you are writing
again. Your desk…
I have been writing a little.
But not to completion.
I really haven’t been
Do you ever…
How do you live alone? So
Vinson straightens up, pondering. He looks at her.
I suppose we’re are all alone.
She looks at him.
We are all connected.
Well, there you have it.
He sits down and begins pouring the wine. He looks at her. She shakes her head.
I’ll just throw up.
Vinson sets the bottle down and begins drinking his wine, maybe a little too fast. Florence watches him.
I don’t know why I am here.
I’m not looking for answers.
In the next few weeks I will
continue to grow weaker. I
will become sick and my body
will not be able to fight.
The radiation was far stronger
than any of us anticipated
She speaks deliberately, slowly. She has stopped looking at her father.
Many have gone before me.
Friends. Children. There was
She cannot continue, but she keeps herself from crying. She turns toward her father and looks into his eyes. He looks back at her, then turns away.
I have made a bed for you
in the library.
Florence smiles at him, almost with pity.
He stands up.
I’ll stoke the fire.
He leaves the room. Florence stays in her chair. She silently, stoically cries, wipes her eyes, then slowly, with effort, stands ups.
INT. VINSON’S STUDY – EVENING
Vinson is kneeling beside the fireplace watching the flames. Florence now stands at the door.
I believe mother loved you very much.
I think this fire will burn for
some time. If you get cold
He stands up.
And you should find plenty to read.
He gestures at the many shelves filled with books glowing in the light of the fire.
You’re sure this old chair is okay?
He leaves the room.
(from beyond the door)
I’ll be up early.
Florence turns to look at the fire. Her face glows it its light.
EXT. SKY – NIGHT
Clouds pass in front of the moon.
EXT. LANDSCAPE – SAME TIME
Leaves glisten on barely visible trees, gently quaking in a soft breeze.
INT. LIBRARY – NIGHT
Florence sleeps fitfully. She is in a cold sweat.