Digital Ischemia

09/09/2012

Town

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 14:31

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE TWIN’S BEDROOM – DAY

Polly crosses her legs on the floor.  Finn and Jade flop around her and into her.  Polly glances to the window.  In the b.g. Innes meanders around the hill track, gazing toward town.

EXT. RURAL TOWN STREET – DAY

Still, dry.  Innes approaches from the hill track, staring at each town feature as it appears.  He recognises the church, turns toward it.

EXT. RURAL TOWN CHURCH – DAY

Innes ponders the graveyard where he and Polly rested after the fair, the benchless space.  He glances away, compressing his lips.  He steps on, double-takes, halts.

A worn, crumbling wooden bench rests against the building, woven with well-established ivy.  Innes falters to the bench, examines its intricately carved back, the striking central pattern around a finger-sized circle.

Sparkly Minister trots out, beaming at the sky.  Innes gathers himself.

INNES
Good day to ye.

SPARKLY MINISTER
Good morning!

INNES
I was efter seeing the kirk.

SPARKLY MINISTER
Where are you from?

INNES
Here.

SPARKLY MINISTER
I’m sorry; I don’t recognise you.

INNES
It has been a very lang time.

Sparkly Minister nods, encouraging Innes.

INNES (CONT’D)
I mind there was nae bench, but.

SPARKLY MINISTER
But here it is!  And has been for a very long time in fact.  It was built by a local man a hundred odd years ago, obviously extremely well.  His story’s in the records; fascinating.

Innes tenses.

SPARKLY MINISTER (CONT’D)
Would you like a look?

INNES
Thank ye, no.  There is somewhere else I want to see.  Thank ye for your time, mither.

Innes, turns about, dazed, heads down the lane, bracing.  Sparkly Minister watches, benevolently blessing him.

EXT. RURAL TOWN STREET – DAY

Innes’ eyes dart between cars, modern houses, shops and people.  He forges on, focused on his goal.

EXT. WILL’S HOUSE – DAY

Well maintained nineteenth century stone villa fronted by a pretty garden strip.  Innes approaches, slows, taking in detail.  He halts at the gate, gawps, rooted.

SFX: clanks of garden tools.

Will ambles around the side of the house, wielding garden tools.  He sights Innes, pleasantly surprised.

WILL
Hello!

Innes rocks, raises his arm feebly.  Will strides up to him, guides him toward the back garden.

EXT. WILL’S HOUSE GARDEN – DAY

Immaculate sections of patio, flowers, vegetables.  Will and Innes rest on garden chairs.  Will kicks out his legs, stretches back, eyes Innes.  Innes reels.

WILL
How does it look?

INNES
This place looks good.  Please forgive me; my heid is spinning.

WILL
It must be a lot to take in.  What has surprised you most?

INNES
Ye are staying in my hoose.

Will is gobsmacked.  Innes shakes his head.

INNES (CONT’D)
That is no’ half ae it: the woman works; I watch the weans.

WILL
Plus run the estate.

INNES
It works.

Innes reaches into his pocket.

INNES (CONT’D)
I did hope to find ye.

Will nods encouragement.  Innes fiddles with a simple, gold ring.  Will baulks.

WILL
From your bag.

INNES
Aye.  I am swithering, but I can nae ask any yin else: is there any way I can marry Polly?

Will covers his conflict by flexing his feet ponderously.

WILL
A predicament; like everything else in this time, you need an identity.  I can’t think of a way to fake it, even mental illness; if we said you’re deluded they certainly wouldn’t grant you a licence.

Innes drops his eyes, dejected.  Will mollifies him, gestures invitation to explore inside the house.

INT. WILL’S HOUSE STUDY – DAY

Claustrophobic with shelves stacked perfectly full with books, papers, journals.  Central table tiled with open books and loose paper.  Comfortable chair.  Will whirls, plucks books, gesticulates.  Innes is fascinated.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – EVENING

Inside the front door, Innes gazes up the stairs.  Polly descends, smiles with relief.  He leaps up to her, wraps his arms around her.  She relishes the comfort with gripping hands and eyes tight shut.

Innes releases Polly, caresses her face and hair, kisses her.  She glances up, places a finger at her lips, slides fingers over and under his clothes.  They fall up the stairs, stripping each other’s clothes.

DISSOLVE TO:

Polly’s bare back presses against varnished wooden stair edges.  Innes braces over her, hanging his head.  She grasps his buttocks, pulls him.

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