Digital Ischemia

07/10/2012

Tipping Point

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 15:30

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE WALLED GARDEN – EVENING

Innes lurks between raspberry canes, preoccupied.  Polly inches up to him, concerned.  He forces a smile.

POLLY
What is it?

INNES
Dumgar.

POLLY
So you said; quite a march.

INNES
It is no’ a hill now; it is a village!

POLLY
The hydropower construction community?

INNES
Hydro power, aye.

POLLY
I thought it might be a good idea to save commuting, erosion?

INNES
There should nae be buildings there!  There are terraced hooses and a school a’ on the moor between the peaks.  They ha’e hedges and paths and at the cliff edge there is even a carriage left!

POLLY
Someone’s taken a car up there?

INNES
It is no’ right at a’.

POLLY
It probably makes financial sense now but I wonder what happens when the project ends.

Innes shakes his head.

POLLY (CONT’D)
You’re right, what you’re doing here.

INNES
I will build hydro power on the burn!  There should nae be ‘hale hills and glens taken for this.

Innes strides away.  Polly lets him.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – AUTUMN, DAY

Jade is grubby, petrified; her lip quivers.  Innes whirls over her in fury.  Polly peers out the back doorway.

INNES
Never do that again!  Do ye see the danger?  Do ye see?

Jade bolts past Polly into the house.  Innes drops his shoulders, rubs his face.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE KITCHEN – DAY

Polly rummages in a bag.  Innes exhales in the doorway.  She steps over, touches his arm.  He tenses.

INNES
She delights me and she frightens me.

POLLY
What was she doing?

INNES
She climbed the barn roof!

Polly closes her eyes, shakes her head.

POLLY
She’s seen you up there.

INNES
I ha’e to go up there!

Polly soothes Innes’ arm.

POLLY
I know.  We need to be more careful, talk things through with her.  She doesn’t stay watching like Finn.

Innes hangs his head, shaking.  Polly frets.

EXT. BENACHAR HILL – DAY

Innes fouters around the wind turbine mechanism, muttering.  Will approaches, puzzled.

WILL
Have you not perfected it yet?!

Innes abandons the turbine, bursts.

INNES
I am trapped here!  I can nae speak to any yin!  I can nae go anywhere for fear ae questions.  I can nae earn a living.  Soon Jade and Finn will be asking.  I dinnae belong here.  Now.

WILL
How much have you said to Polly?

INNES
No’ enough; maybe too much.

Will is at a loss.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE POLLY’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Innes glowers at the bed.  Polly sits up, concerned.

INNES
I love ye and I love them, but I am tired.  Tired of so much.  And I ken ye keep some fae me.

Polly despairs.

EXT. BENACHAR HILL – DAY

Innes leads Will through the wind turbine mechanism and controls.  Will pays full attention.

INNES
Ye are handier than Harry.  He must ha’e turned out a’right to build the cottage, but.

WILL
I know why you’re showing me: you’re calm; you’ve decided.

Innes lowers his head, just maintaining eye contact.

INNES
I ken why she looked in other places and times.  Please will ye look after her?

Will runs a hand through his hair, faintly shakes his head, bows.  Innes mirrors the bow, departs at pace.

INT. WILL’S HOUSE STUDY – NIGHT

Will perches on a comfortable chair, fingering an old, folded letter.  He unfolds the precise handwritten pages, opens the beginning, reads.

INNES (V.O.)
My dear Will.  Thank ye for a’ the things ye ha’e done and ha’e yet to dae.

Will glances to a photograph of Polly with Jade and Finn, clenches his eyebrows, compresses his lips.

INNES (V.O.) (CONT’D)
Ye were right aboot the machines.  Still I tried but I was a’ways treated as the devil.  Instead I ha’e spent my time on your project.

Will leans back, puzzled, reads on.

INNES (V.O.) (CONT’D)
Taking advantage ae my landlord’s hospitality, I ha’e constructed in oor loft–

Will drops the letter, flies out to the hall.

INT. WILL’S HOUSE HALL – NIGHT – CONTINUOUS ACTION

Will gallops up the stairs, yanks the loft hatch, clatters the ladder down, bounds up.

INT. WILL’S HOUSE LOFT – NIGHT – CONTINUOUS ACTION

Will thumps a light switch, snaps his head back and forth, searching as the bulb warms up.

Will’s eyes settle on the apex of the roof: a neat, concealing sheet of wood fixed horizontally.  He swings on to a roof strut, climbs, oblivious to wood splinters.

INT. WILL’S HOUSE STUDY – NIGHT

Will gapes at an intricate metal and glass device, resting on the table.  Papers and crockery are strewn on the floor.  He grabs Innes’ letter from the chair, reads.

INNES (V.O.)
I believe it works but ha’e only my ane experience.  I could find nae yin tae assist me.  Perhaps when the time is right ye will test this wi’ a colleague?

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