Digital Ischemia

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.

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