Digital Ischemia

27/05/2012

Warp 4

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 16:47

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – DAY

Polly wanders in, dials the phone.

POLLY
Hi Vanessa.  It’s Polly.  Is Will there?
(beat)
Ah, I forgot he’s on student time.  How’re–

Polly lowers the phone in surprise.

POLLY (CONT’D)
Nice to speak to you too.

Polly has a frustrated frisson.  She flicks the light switch.  Nothing happens.  She grabs a coat, glances at the clock: 5:15.

EXT. BENACHAR HILL TRACK – 1863, DAY

Polly marches, mouthing words, flinging her arms, glaring at the ground.  She starts, jerks up her head: the cart is stationary ahead of her, facing toward town.  She stares up at Innes.

INNES
May I offer ye a ride?

Polly smiles bewildered acknowledgement.  Innes offers a hand, helps her climb up.  He urges the horse on at a sedate pace.  She gets a grip on herself.

POLLY
Do you like to speak while riding or remain silent?

Polly contorts her face at her unusual speech, gapes down in alarm at her nineteenth century coat, blouse, long skirt and leather shoes.

INNES
Since ye are beside me, it would be rude no’ tae ask aboot ye.

POLLY
Ask what?

INNES
What is your business each day that brings ye along this road?

POLLY
It is not business but pleasure.  I like to walk.

INNES
We can ride tae naewhere–

POLLY
–I do have a profession.  I am a… teacher.

INNES
A fine job.

POLLY
Thank you.  What is yours?

INNES
I am the Wright at Ben Achar.

Innes gestures.  Polly covers her shock.

POLLY
Do you like the work?

INNES
I do.  The Laird is canny.  There are no’ many folk roun’ here, but.  Especially no’ young lassies oot walking for pleasure.

Polly smiles self-consciously.

EXT. RURAL TOWN STREET – 1863, DAY

The town approach lacks buildings and modern street furniture.  Polly is amazed.  Innes pulls up the cart before the first building.

INNES
I should let ye aff here in case any yin would think this no’ proper.

POLLY
Of course.  Thank you for the ride.  And the conversation.

Innes helps Polly slither down.

INNES
I am Innes, by the way.

POLLY
Polly.

Innes nods, urges the horse on, drives along the street.  Polly stares after him, taking in the partly familiar surroundings.  She drifts a hand to her face, vaguely slaps and pinches her cheek.

People move along the street, startling Polly.  She turns about, scuttles toward the track, dazed.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – 2013, DAY

Polly stumbles in.  The light comes on.  She switches it off, stares at the clock: 5:15.  She slumps, breathing, fondling her twenty-first century clothing.

SFX: phone rings.

Polly’s reverie shatters.  She answers the phone.

POLLY
Hello?
(beat)
Yeh, we just had one.
(beat)
I seem to be getting used to it.  How long do you think?
(beat)
Okay.  Thanks.

Polly hangs up, oddly relieved.

20/05/2012

Warp 3

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 11:00

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – DAY

MONTAGE
1) Polly wanders by the barn, fingers flaking plaster and exposed beams, gazes up at the patchy roof.
2) Beside the burn, Polly weaves between trees.
3) Polly inhales, ascends the hill toward the track.

EXT. BENACHAR HILL TRACK – DAY

Polly studies the track beneath her feet, the hillside around her.  She faces away from the house, sets off.

EXT. RURAL TOWN STREET – DAY

Polly strolls from fading hillside to modern bungalows, stone-built cottages, business buildings, bus stop.

INT. UNIVERSITY BUILDING FOYER – DAY

Polly strides, falters by an open lecture theatre doorway, smirks, changes course for it.

SFX: sharp squelch of fork piercing raw vegetable.

WILL (O.S.)
(projecting)
…taking this to be our starting point in the four-dimensional field…

Polly peers in the doorway.

INT. UNIVERSITY LECTURE THEATRE – DAY – CONTINUOUS ACTION

On the stage, Will looms over a long bench, gesticulating wildly to colourful vegetables and assorted cutlery.  He links vegetables with cutlery in rapid sequence.

WILL
…even with a series of ‘low risk’ hops, the damage is already done.

Will wallops a soft vegetable with a garlic press, raises his eyes to gauge his impact.  The student audience reacts diversely: some laugh, some gaze vacantly, some are unimpressed, some write furiously.

In the backlit doorway, Polly clamps her hand to her mouth, stifling a snigger.  Her movement catches Will’s attention.  He glances at her, breaks into a smirk.

INT. UNIVERSITY BUILDING FOYER – DAY

Polly and Will slump beside a window.

POLLY
I was drawn to the sound of vegetables being violated.

WILL
First years are hard work.  Children don’t appreciate my endearing ways.

POLLY
Yeh, it took me some weeks at school to crack you.

Will makes earnest eye-contact.

WILL
You were the only one who cracked me.

Polly misses Will’s profundity.

POLLY
You’re making tea tonight?

WILL
You’re imagining some sort of boil in the bag..?

POLLY
Ratatouille?

Will forces a smile.

WILL
Not a chance.  Vanessa wouldn’t have such contaminants enter her kitchen.  Apart from the undetermined pollutants on the bench, someone in the fifth row coughed and that’ll be all over everything.

Polly smirks sympathetically.

WILL (CONT’D)
Are your attempts to feed yourself any less diabolical?

POLLY
I managed to boil eggs over last night.

Will chuckles sorrowfully. 

WILL
Will your gentleman be joining you over here, then?

POLLY
“Gentleman”?!

WILL
Lewis said you had a ‘permanent fixture’ in California.

Polly gives an incredulous headshake.

POLLY
Even the job was temporary.

Will is stunned, but covers.

WILL
I accepted the word of that incorrigible miscreant again.

POLLY
Your brain’s all used up with the time-vegetable continuum.

Polly straightens.

POLLY (CONT’D)
Oh, I have to go, tackle Andrea’s form fiasco and dad’s deer-proofing… something.

WILL
Yes, I should apologise to the servitors for the mess.  Again.

Will waves off Polly, slumps back in gloom.

EXT. BENACHAR HILL TRACK – DAY

Polly wanders toward the house, gazing at the beautiful landscape, clenching her fists, blinking away tears.

SFX: rumble of approaching cart.

Polly leaps off the track, flicking her head at both directions.  A cart approaches at moderate pace.  Innes drives past her, waves respectfully, nods.  She manages a faint smile through disorientation.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – DAY

Polly approaches the front door in a bewildered haze, jerks her head at where the porch shelter should be.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – DAY – CONTINUOUS ACTION

Polly steps in.  The light comes on.  She squints at the clock, jerks back to the doorway, the porch shelter.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE LIVING ROOM – DAY

Pale walls with shadowy marks from removed book shelves, heavy velvet curtains, contemporary furniture.  Polly bends over a packing box, hauls out large cushions, tosses them to a sofa, chuckles at the absurdity.

Polly frowns at a wall, rubs a mark, sighs.  She leans to the light switch, clenches her eyes, flicks it.  The fancy ceiling light fitting comes on.  She drops her shoulders, returns to unpacking.

13/05/2012

Warp 2

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 15:01

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE KITCHEN – DAY

Tired décor, bad wallpaper, out-dated cupboards, stacks of open packing boxes strewn with crumpled paper.  Polly crouches at an open cupboard, wrestling saucepans.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – EVENING

Fading daylight.  Polly shuffles from the kitchen, messy hair, dusty clothes.  She flicks on the overhead light, surveys packing boxes.  The light goes off.  Polly sighs, reaches for a coat.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – EVENING

Low light.  Polly strolls around the side of the house.  She glances up the hill to a faint track, heads for it.

EXT. BENACHAR HILL TRACK – EVENING

Silent, misty twilight.  Polly hugs her coat, strides along a stony trail between grass, rocks, gorse bushes.

A cart rushes toward Polly.  INNES, 30s, balances on it, focused, deftly reining a horse.  He wears a coarse white linen shirt, wool waistcoat and trousers, and leather boots over his weathered features and strong physique.

Innes drives past at pace, flicks his head to Polly.  The cart jolts over a rock; a bolt flies loose, strikes her leg, drops.  She winces, stoops to identify it, stares at the cart’s wake.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – EVENING

Polly stumbles in.  The light comes on.  She starts.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE KITCHEN – EVENING

Polly shoves through gloomy packing boxes, straining toward the window, the hill, the setting sun.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – DAY

Polly sorts mail into two piles on the table.  She gathers one pile, raps it to align the edges, pauses.  She reaches into a pocket for reassurance, departs.

EXT. BENACHAR COTTAGE – DAY

Stout, white-washed walls hug the hillside.  Polly clumps up to the front door, boots unfastened, mail stuffed in a pocket, twirling the bolt.  She raps the door, leans in.

POLLY
Dad?  Are you up?  Are you warm?

DAD (O.S.)
Aye!

Polly pulls the bolt from her pocket, chucks it into the cottage, shakes off her boots.

POLLY
How far can you go without one of these?

DAD (O.S)
Where’d you dig this up?

POLLY
The track up the hill, is that ours?

DAD (O.S)
Archaeology now?

Dad chuckles.  Polly steps into the hall in socks, grabs the mail bundle as a reflex, closes the front door.

POLLY (O.S.)
And what’s with the power cuts?!

06/05/2012

Warp 1

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 14:58

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – EVENING – ESTABLISHING

Fading orange light bathes the stone.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – EVENING

Dark, dusty, wood panelled walls.  A dim light bulb glows overhead.  Packing boxes teeter.  Polly and Will shove a dainty, old table against a wall, below a clock.

SFX: screech of wooden furniture legs dragging across a hard floor.

Will clamps his hands to his ears.  Polly is incredulous.

WILL
That’s unbearable!

POLLY
Why are you here?

WILL
Helping.

The light goes off.  Will lunges clumsily.

SFX: dull thud of a packing box falling, clatter of spilled contents.

POLLY
No!

WILL
Please say you have a torch?

POLLY
I can tell you exactly where it is.

Will sighs.  Polly feels for the front door.

POLLY (CONT’D)
Why are you here?

WILL
You came back to my playground.  I’m seeing if you want–

SFX: click of front door opening.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – EVENING – CONTINUOUS ACTION

Near darkness.  No porch shelter.  Polly steps out, wanders along the front of the house, peering at nothing.

POLLY
Playtime’s over.

Polly blunders around the side of the house into shrubs, retreats.  She creeps away from the house, wafting her hands at unseen obstacles, squints across the grass in the direction of the burn.  She sighs, turns back.

SFX: crackle of electricity shorting on damp wires.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – EVENING

Will flourishes a lit pencil torch at the front doorway.  Polly stumbles in, squinting at the light, adorned with a shrub fragment.

WILL
I found this.  Where’s yours?

POLLY
I can’t find my car!  Or yours.  Or the cottage!

WILL
You didn’t look very hard.  You were only out there two seconds.

Polly knots her eyebrows.  The light bulb flickers on.

WILL (CONT’D)
Why are you wearing this?  I thought your father eradicated all the ghastly privet?

Will plucks the shrub fragment.  Polly gapes.  He glances at the clock: 7:50.

WILL (CONT’D)
Bother.  I told Vanessa I’d only be a couple of hours.

Will switches off the torch, drops it on the table.

POLLY
You’ve been some help.

WILL
I’m indispensible.

Will departs.  Polly freezes, gazing at the closed front door, biting her lips, her energy dissipating.

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