Digital Ischemia

03/06/2012

Settling in to History

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 14:47

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE LIVING ROOM – DAY

Dust sheets drape over gathered furniture and wrinkle under painting gear littering the floor.  The ceiling light glows.

Polly brandishes a paint roller loaded with ivory paint.  She swishes it along the wall, scrawling massive letters: “WILL INNES”.  Mortified she reloads the roller, obliterates the letters.

The ceiling light flickers off.  Polly drops the roller in a paint tray, reverses out the room.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – 1863, DAY

Polly skips out through the porch-free front doorway, wide-eyed, excited, in nineteenth century clothing.  She runs around the house, past flourishing privet, toward the hill track.

MONTAGE
1) From a vantage point on the hill track, Polly gazes across the estate, shielding her eyes with a hand.  She spies figures at the newly-constructed barn.  She beams, bounds down the hill toward them.
2) Innes crouches on the barn roof, fitting slates.  HARRY, teens, brash and innocent, hoists a stack of slates to Innes, indicates Polly’s approach, slopes away.  Innes spots her, grins, jumps down.
3) Behind the house, Innes lays a path to a walled garden.  He bends over a cutting, beside a pile of slabs, fitting slabs.  Polly peeks around the wall, admires.
4) Beside the lawn, Innes lifts a fence stave from a neat stack, nails it to batons between posts.  He pauses, peers across to the house, disappointed.  He lifts another fence stave, nails it to the batons.
Polly leans out from behind a tree trunk, sneaks up behind Innes.  He turns for the next fence stave, starts, feigns wielding a hammer at her.  She giggles.

EXT. BENACHAR HILL – DAY

Polly and Innes laze in long grass beside a large rock.  Wind flaps their clothing.  She fiddles with grass stems, splitting veins.  He closes his eyes, grinning.

INNES
Are ye still painting?

POLLY
I am.  It will be a masterpiece!

INNES
The young master will ha’e some talent when ye are finished.

Polly glances at Innes, frowning.  He remains blissful.

INNES (CONT’D)
What is it ye are painting?

POLLY
The house?

INNES
Then he fancies his sel’ as an architect?

Polly puzzles, formulating a response.

POLLY
Do you know who designed the house?

INNES
Was it no’ his grandfaither?  Does the boy no’ ken?

POLLY
Oh, I have not asked.  How is the barn coming?

INNES
I thought I would run oot ae timber, but that last storm brought doun plenty.

POLLY
You use fallen branches?

INNES
Aye.  It will be done for the hay.  It will do for many years.

POLLY
It will.

Polly smiles, impressed, leans back on the rock.

EXT. BENACHAR BARN – 2013, DAY

The barn lacks a door and a few slates, needs paint but is sound.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE LIVING ROOM – DAY – CONTINUOUS ACTION

Polly gazes out the window, admiring the barn, dangling a paint roller.  She refocuses, raises the paint roller, faces the only unfinished wall.

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