Digital Ischemia

02/09/2012

Back to School

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 08:45

EXT. BENACHAR HILL – AUTUMN, DAY

Polly, Innes and Will lounge on long, browning grass.  Jade and Finn chase bugs between seeded wildflowers.

WILL
Back to school will be quite an anticlimax this year.

INNES
I should get back to work.

Polly tenses.

INNES (CONT’D)
I ha’e never had such an easy time.  I must fix the barn.  One hundred and fifty years later!

Polly drops her head, smiling with relief.

WILL
Is anyone else aware of this little phenomenon?

POLLY
Just our cosy threesome.

INNES
It is safer this way.

WILL
Agreed, there’s no-one else I want to know.

POLLY
Like it’s yours to tell?!

WILL
Obviously my professional reputation would suffer considerably from being associated with a New Age crank like you.

POLLY
Yeh, I just eat organic mushrooms and try really hard to think, while you and the engine boys are going, “ooh, if we tweak this gasket and tighten that lever we can get another fraction of light speed”!

WILL
It’s not motor sport!  And yours isn’t science; it’s more of a sensation.

Innes is bemused.

DISSOLVE TO:

In the b.g. Polly chases Finn and Jade scampering on all fours up the hill.  Innes fidgets.  Will glances at him.

WILL
You’re coping rather well with this total life change.

INNES
I had a rare chance.  I took a decision.

Will is nauseous, jolts up, weaves away.  Innes shrugs.

EXT. BENACHAR BURN – DAY

Speckled sunlight.  Polly and Innes wander between trees, carrying Jade and Finn, fascinated.

POLLY
The light and sound patterns are recorded and transmitted, sent through the air.  The aerial receives them and that box reproduces the images and sound, for what they’re worth.

Innes digests this.

INNES
Do ye mind the personal questions I would ask ye?

Polly smiles in resignation.

INNES (CONT’D)
Why are ye no’ wi’ Will?

Polly halts, tilts her head back.

POLLY
We just didn’t…  We drifted off.  I got a job.  He stayed at the university.  I moved away.  I guess he started seeing Vanessa.  When I came back from my first year in America he was married.  It was like that part of him was… closed to me.

INNES
I dinnae understand it.  Ye seem tae excite each other.

Polly shrugs off the intimacy.

POLLY
Are you alright with him?

INNES
I am no’ afeart ae him!

Innes is not nearly convinced.

EXT. UNIVERSITY GROUNDS – DAY – ESTABLISHING

INT. UNIVERSITY WILL’S OFFICE – DAY

Tiny, ordered library of documents with localised mess.  Will strides to the open door, bumps into Polly entering.

WILL
I thought I was safe from you here!

POLLY
Andrea’s cracking the whip now I have a co-parent.

Will allows Polly in, closes the door.

WILL
I forget who I was going to bother, so on you go.

Polly disparages Will.

POLLY
This academic atmosphere…  How about ‘you can’t change history, only the future’?

WILL
You’re changing history!

POLLY
I’m not!  When Innes goes back, it’s to the same point.

WILL
You know neither that nor how his later life may change.

POLLY
Maybe he did this already!  You had his bag!  Maybe that’s why he died so young: years in this future ‘loop’?

WILL
Conjecture.

POLLY
Science is for exploring.  You can’t always know the answer.  You take a chance.

WILL
You have to have some sense of morality.

POLLY
What we’re doing is right.

WILL
An alternative right, possibly.

Polly and Will make eye contact, blanche in horror.

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