Digital Ischemia

01/07/2012

Fair

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 16:02

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – 2013, DAY

Polly hovers at the door, glances to the lit bulb, the clock: 2:10.  She plucks at her cotton dress.  The light goes off.  She grabs the door handle.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – 1863, DAY – CONTINUOUS ACTION

Polly pulls the front door closed, grins, her dress back-dated.  Innes waits by the drive, best clothes, groomed.

EXT. RURAL TOWN STREET – DAY

Clear sky.  Transformed with bunting, signs, flowers, stalls, crowds, doors open.  Church lane heaves with spectators for dancing displays.

Polly is captivated, her eyes sparkle and flit, taking it all in.  Innes beams, leading her through the crowd, keeping her close, acknowledging acquaintances.

DISSOLVE TO:

Innes tugs Polly away from her absorption with crafts.  Harry rushes up, dishevelled, grinning.  He whacks Innes on the shoulder, winks at Polly, darts into the crowd.  Innes shakes his head, glances up at gathering clouds.

EXT. RURAL TOWN CHURCH – EVENING

Polly and Innes laze on lush grass between gravestones, grinning under grey clouds.  He glances to the church.

INNES
I wonder why there is nae bench.

Polly shivers, shuffles up to Innes, kisses his cheek.

POLLY
Are you sure you would not rather be with your friends?

INNES
Ye are havering!  I am certainly too auld for Harry’s ale and antics.

A downpour hits.  Polly and Innes jump up, dash through the graveyard toward the lane.

EXT. INNES’ LODGINGS – EVENING – ESTABLISHING

Stone villa fronted by hedge, gleaming under rain.

INT. INNES’ ROOM – EVENING

Plain, serviceable necessities including a bed, table, storage trunk and bucket, lit by a small, dim window.

SFX: hiss of torrential rain outside.

Innes humbly ushers in Polly, both drenched.  He draws two stools to the table.  She sinks on to one, stretches her legs, wiggles her soaking feet.  He hovers, half gesturing to her dripping dress.

POLLY
Is it alright that I am here?

INNES
I will nae ha’e ye oot in that!  What an end tae the day.

POLLY
Such a perfect day!  But I am mortified not to have money…

INNES
Ye are my guest!  I am mortified that I can nae offer ye anything but bread and tatties.

POLLY
Perfect.

INNES
I ha’e never afore met any yin like ye.  Ye are quite… rare.

Polly takes this as a compliment.

DISSOLVE TO:

Polly and Innes, drier, face obliquely across modest tin plates.  She slumps, pushes her last piece of bread from her plate to Innes’.

SFX: hiss of torrential rain outside.

INNES
Be sure tae tell them next week how sophisticated we are in Scotland.

Polly bursts into laughter, subsides into tears.

POLLY
I had forgotten about leaving.

Lightning momentarily illuminates the room.  Polly jerks her head, wide-eyed, to the window.

SFX: double thunder-clap.

Innes swoops around, grasps Polly’s shoulders.

INNES
Ye are safe here.

POLLY
I should have returned before.

Lightning flashes.  Polly stares at the window.  Innes silently counts.

SFX: thunder-clap.

INNES
It is moving away.  I shall see ye safely back.

Polly whirls around to Innes, furrows her brow in gratitude.

EXT. RURAL TOWN STREET – NIGHT

Dark, torrential rain, pooling water.  Polly and Innes splatter through mud puddles, laughing in excitement.

EXT. BENACHAR HILL TRACK – NIGHT

Dark, steady rain, rivulets among stones.  Polly lags, gasping for breath.  Innes slows, turns, grins.

INNES
I will nae carry ye!

POLLY
Then leave me here!  My lungs are full with water!

Innes allows Polly to catch him.

INNES
We may as well dawdle since we are wet a’ready.

POLLY
How very tactful of you.

Innes smirks.

EXT. BENACHAR BARN – NIGHT

Dark, torrential rain.  Polly and Innes, drenched, stumble down the hill toward the barn.  The rain reaches a crescendo.  Lightning flashes.  He yanks her into the barn, ripping her dress.

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