Digital Ischemia

24/06/2012

Questions

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 16:41

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE KITCHEN – EVENING

Polly lolls over her dinner, drops her fork.  She starts, shakes her head, fingers her lips, gazes dreamily.

SFX: clunk and click of front door opening and closing.

Polly whirls.  Will strides in, whacks beer bottles on the table.  She jolts.

WILL
I shall inebriate you and find out everything!

Polly smiles feebly.  Will eyes her hardly touched meal.

WILL (CONT’D)
Any more of your delicious slop?

Will wanders to the hob.  Polly hauls herself upright.

DISSOLVE TO:

Polly leans on the wall, reeling and nodding, losing grip on a beer bottle.  Will sits before two emptied plates and three emptied beer bottles, draining a fourth.

WILL
Do you want to pitch in?

POLLY
Hm?

WILL
Not your usual effervescent self, Pol!  Are you alright?

POLLY
Mm, yeh, just knackered.

WILL
(waveringly)
Your gentleman wearing you out?

Polly sneers at Will.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – DAY

Sunlight blazes in through the open doorway.  Andrea bobs into the frame, peers in.

ANDREA
Polly?  Polly?

SFX: taps of approaching footsteps.

ANDREA (CONT’D)
Hello?

Polly scoots up.  Andrea grimaces at her dishevelment.

ANDREA (CONT’D)
Where’ve you been?!  All week?!

POLLY
Uh, outside?

ANDREA
I’m just here about the rest of the world: we were going to Bristol next week?

POLLY
Oh!  Yeh.  This place is like a… time warp.

Andrea peruses Polly.  Polly digests the implications, drifts outside.  Andrea follows.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – DAY – CONTINUOUS ACTION

The house wall stones dazzle with reflected sunlight.  Polly squints.  Andrea basks.

POLLY
I was going to adapt the Edinburgh one, wasn’t I?

ANDREA
Mm.  Put back in all that good stuff you’d to chuck out.

Polly’s vacillating expression settles on concern.

POLLY
How long are we away for?

ANDREA
Till Thursday.

Polly’s eyes flit to the barn, silhouetted with over-contrasting light.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE WALLED GARDEN – 1863, DAY

Raspberry canes form an ordered square among rhubarb crowns, brambles, blueberry bushes.  Bright sunlight over-saturates the contrasting colours.

Polly mopes between raspberry rows, head on knees, fiddling with stones.  Innes leans around the row end, smirks.  He sneaks up on her, bends a raspberry branch to tickle her ear.  She starts, manages a faint smile.

INNES
What is this dreich mood?

Innes drops down beside Polly.

POLLY
I have to go away.

INNES
Where?!  How lang for?

POLLY
England.  For only one week, but I do not want to leave at all.

INNES
I thought ye loved your work?

POLLY
I do.

Polly opens, closes her mouth.  Innes hesitates.

INNES
Will ye be sad tae leave it when ye marry?

Polly takes a moment to respond.

POLLY
I had not thought I would stop working… if…  Why are you not married?

INNES
The yin I loved chose another.

Polly nods at the ground.  Innes follows Polly’s eyes.

POLLY
I shall miss this.

INNES
My personal questions?

Polly smiles with sorrow.

INNES (CONT’D)
When will ye leave?

POLLY
Sunday.

INNES
Then will ye go wi’ me tae the town fair on Saturday?

Polly lights up.

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