Digital Ischemia

11/11/2012

Resolution

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 10:47

EXT. BENACHAR HILL TRACK – DAY

Polly hustles toward town, seeking something.

INT. RURAL TOWN CHURCH – DAY

Polly reviews the Parish record about Innes.  Sparkly Minister peeks over Polly’s shoulder.

SPARKLY MINISTER
Did you know he made us a bench?

Polly raises her head, faintly shaking it.

EXT. RURAL TOWN CHURCH – DAY

Sparkly Minister leads Polly, points out the bench.  Polly traces the shape of the wood frame at the back with her finger: it matches her porch shelter.

DISSOLVE TO:

Polly wanders between gravestones, where she rested with Innes at the town festival, grieving.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – DAY

Polly, scowling, opens the front door.  She steps back, dares her visitor to enter, find anything.  DOOMED GOVERNMENT INVESTIGATOR crosses the threshold.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE KITCHEN – DAY

Polly shuffles to the kettle, flicks the switch, flicks it twice more, stares.  She reaches to flick the light switch: nothing.  She lowers herself on to a chair.

DISSOLVE TO:

Polly is paralysed on the chair.  The light flickers on.

SFX: hiss of kettle heating.

Polly reanimates herself.

POLLY
How did you do it?  You overlapped yourself.  The risk!

Polly squirms, twitches, resisting compulsions.

POLLY (CONT’D)
You could’ve outdone all your peers with this!

Polly strides out.  The kettle boils.

EXT. BENACHAR HILL TRACK – DAY

Polly wavers toward town, fighting indecision.

EXT. WILL’S HOUSE – DAY

Polly reaches the front door, presses the bell, steps back, fidgets.  She braces, forges around to the back.

Will tends his immaculate vegetable garden, bent over a shovel, sweating, heaving earth.  Polly tentatively approaches.  He glances up, freezes.  She holds eye contact, breaks down.

POLLY
I miss you.  I miss both of you.  And I miss him.  But you’re still here.

Will drops the shovel, strides the few steps to Polly.  He falters, wraps his arms around her, presses his head to hers.  She slides her arms tight around him.

POLLY (CONT’D)
Can we just be us for a little while?

WILL
You can have anything you wish for.

POLLY
I didn’t think I ever would.  In this time.

WILL
I know.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – DAY

Polly embraces Will in the front doorway.  They gaze up to the wooden porch shelter, the circle carved into it, its embedded gold ring.

POLLY (V.O.)
You know this whole elaborate fantasy was completely redundant?

WILL (V.O.)
The fun is in the unravelling.

POLLY (V.O.)
Have you unravelled all your… experiences?

WILL (V.O.)
I have; some of them several times.

POLLY (V.O.)
Yes, there’s something of an imbalance to be redressed there.

WILL (V.O.)
I suppose…

POLLY (V.O.)
Story duty for you tonight.

WILL (V.O.)
Any story in particular?

POLLY (V.O.)
Yes, starting whenever you concocted this idiotic, maniacal, immoral–

WILL (V.O.)
Brilliant?  Brave?

POLLY (V.O.)
–Hare-brained experiment.  Naked, of course.

WILL (V.O.)
Right.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE UPPER HALL – DAY

In the built-in cupboard, under a loose floorboard, in another metal box, a device like Innes’ glows, sparks.  A gap between floorboards widens, the box lid opens.  Finn’s captivated face reflects the eerie flicker.

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04/11/2012

Separation

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 16:26

EXT. BENACHAR HILL – DAY

Polly, Jade and Finn, dressed in muted colours, each place a small rock on the beginnings of a cairn.  Polly kneels, takes their hands.  They admire the cairn.  Polly hugs them, compresses her lips, controlling herself.

FLASHBACK – INT. INNES’ ROOM – 1867, SUMMER, NIGHT

Innes, gaunt and weary, faces pen, ink and several pages of a letter on the table.  Each written page has a different style, varying in neatness.  His eyes water with strain.  He dips the pen, scrawls.

INNES (V.O.)
The hardest thing has been no’ sharing this wi’ any yin in this time.  If ye had no’ helped me write it would ha’e faded.

Innes’ hand falters, shaking.  He massages it, writes.

INNES (V.O.) (CONT’D)
Having this half conversation wi’ ye these last years helped me mind my great life.  I hope ye find what ye need in yours.

Innes signs, folds the pages together, swoons.  He rises, staggers to the bed.

DISSOLVE TO:

Innes, semi-conscious, lolls on the coarse pillow, trying to open his eyes.

DISSOLVE TO:

Innes falls from the bed, crawls across the floor, reaches for the letter.  He cranks his frail fingers to lift a floorboard, pushes the letter under, drops the floorboard back.  He relaxes, slumps, closes his eyes.

FLASHBACK – INT. WILL’S HOUSE BEDROOM – 2017, AUTUMN, NIGHT

Will crouches, fidgeting, by the floorboard concealing Innes’ letter.  He eases the floorboard up, extracts the cracked, old letter, dusts it off, fingers it, stares.

FLASHBACK – INT. WILL’S HOUSE STUDY – 2017, NIGHT

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

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

FLASHBACK – EXT. BENACHAR HILL TRACK – 2017, AUTUMN, DAY

Overcast, squally.  Innes dawdles, rubbing his head, arms.  He spies the house, apprehensive.  In the b.g., Polly herds Jade and Finn to the front door.  Innes is captivated, spurs himself toward them.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – 2018, DAY

Polly flies from the house to the barn.  She emerges from the barn brandishing a garden rake, marches to the wind turbine.  She feebly wields the rake at the blades.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – DAY

Polly sags against a wall, pale, dishevelled.  The garden rake lies on the floor.

POLLY
That is by far the most stupid thing I’ve ever done.

Polly straightens.

POLLY (CONT’D)
Why did you want to live and die alone?!  Why couldn’t you talk to me?  Were you so unhappy?

Polly reaches into the table drawer, pulls out Innes’ letter.  She glances away, puzzled.

POLLY (CONT’D)
When exactly did you leave?

Polly gags.

FLASHBACK – EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE GARDEN – 2017, DAY

MONTAGE
1) Innes bends over a shovel, sweating, heaving earth.  Polly greets him, feigning a revolted embrace.
2) Finn and Jade wobble on bicycles with stabiliser wheels, along a path.  Innes follows, his hands near both bicycle frames, thrilled.  Polly stands ahead, encouraging, elated.
3) Polly, Innes, Jade and Finn roll on the grass around the remains of a picnic, chuckling.
4) Polly rounds the house, halts, watches with fondness.  Innes wrestles with stones from a heap, fitting them together to rebuild the perimeter wall.

FLASHBACK – INT. BENACHAR HOUSE POLLY’S BEDROOM – 2018, NIGHT

MONTAGE
1) Innes thrusts Polly on to her back.  She widens her eyes.  He kisses and licks down her body, teases her.
2) Polly poses, naked, self-conscious.  Innes approaches her, caresses, kisses her body.  Innes becomes Will.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – 2018, DAY

Polly shudders, curls, slides down the wall.

FLASHBACK – EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – 1867, SPRING, DAY

MONTAGE
1) In low sunlight, Innes constructs the porch shelter around the front doorway from perfectly hewn beams.
2) Innes balances on a wooden crate to reach the front of the shelter, carves the finger-sized circle.
3) Innes smoothes rough wooden edges, embeds a gold ring into the circle.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – 2018, AUTUMN, DAY

Trees and shrubs fade to yellow and brown.  Beneath the porch shelter, Polly hustles Jade and Finn out, laden with school bags, sports shoes, lunch boxes, toys.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE OFFICE – DAY

Polly dusts the table, leaves the cloth at the edge.  She sinks into a chair, pulls papers from a work bag, hunts for a pen.  She finds a study note in Innes’ writing, freezes, sways, compresses her lips.

EXT. BENACHAR HILL – DAY

Polly struggles with the wind turbine controls, leans back, glances up.  The blades are still.  She stabs at the controls in desperation, filling up.  She slaps her hand on the frame, hunches in anger, slumps.

28/10/2012

Seizing

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 10:52

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – EVENING

Polly slips around the front door, starts.  Finn and Jade, 4, present themselves on the stairs, ready for bed, beside Innes.  Polly beams, hugs them all.

JADE
Good night, mummy.

POLLY
Good night you and good night you.

Innes ushers Finn and Jade upstairs, winks at Polly.  She tilts her head, pleasantly puzzled.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE KITCHEN – EVENING

Polly gazes in awe over the laid table, candles, flowers.  Innes edges in, self-conscious.  She glances up.

INNES
I dinnae want to waste any mere time.

DISSOLVE TO:

Flickering candles, generous portions.  Innes leans his head on Polly’s shoulder, smirking, rapturous.  She describes, gesticulating wildly, with a mischievous grin.

DISSOLVE TO:

Candles burnt out, food left, plates pushed aside.  Polly glances down.  Innes feigns sleeping in her lap.  She smirks, flicks his nose.  He protests, hauls himself up.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE POLLY’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Polly kneels up on the bed, coy, stripping.  Innes steps closer, overwhelmed with lust.  She reaches him, tugs off his T-shirt, presses her face and breasts to his chest.

Innes thrusts Polly on to her back.  She widens her eyes.  He kisses and licks down her body, teases around her pants.  She grabs his shoulders.  He slides his tongue inside her pants.  She is astonished with pleasure.

DISSOLVE TO:

Polly gawps, sprawls, dangles an arm over the bed edge.  Her body glistens, quivers.  She focuses, lolls her head.  Innes lounges alongside her, head on hand, propped on an elbow.  He is calm, delighted.  She fails to form words.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE GARDEN – DAY

Will rounds the house, searching.  Polly rests her head on a deck chair back, eyes closed to the sun, shelling peas automatically.  She forces an apprehensive smile.

POLLY
What’s today’s topic?

WILL
Uh, where’s Innes?

POLLY
The never-ending harvest!  What are you after?

WILL
Honesty.

POLLY
Why would you want that?!

WILL
I don’t want to waste any more time.

Polly freezes, stares at Will.  He holds her gaze.

WILL (CONT’D)
I want us to be honest about each other.  Please.

Polly releases her bowl of peas.  She rubs her forehead, watches the bowl spin to rest on the ground.  She drags her head but can not raise her eyes to Will.

POLLY
You were my one in this life, time.  But I couldn’t have you.  I had to find another time.

Will sinks into a chair.  Polly creeps her eyes to him.

POLLY (CONT’D)
Enough honesty?

WILL
My turn.

Polly is petrified, captivated.

WILL (CONT’D)
Who did you tell about Innes, apart from me?

POLLY
Only my dad.  I don’t think he accepted it.

WILL
Which leaves me.  You shouldn’t’ve trusted me.

POLLY
What can you possibly have done?

WILL
Massively deceived you, manipulated you, taken advantage…  I figured out how to do it.

POLLY
Do what?

WILL
Manifest myself in another time, like you.  But I manifested as someone else.

Innes rounds the house, dusty and sweaty.

INNES
Hello!  Is all well?

WILL
No.  Your time’s up.

INNES
Oh.  How lang do I ha’e to wait?

WILL
Too long.  I left it far too long.

Innes vanishes before Polly and Will.  She is stunned, distraught, reaches for the space where Innes stood.

POLLY
No!  No!  He can’t go back now!

WILL
(quietly)
That wasn’t him.  He wasn’t Innes.  That was me.

Polly flicks her attention back and forth between the empty space and Will, trying to comprehend in shock.

WILL (CONT’D)
Innes left last year.

Will pulls out a letter.

WILL (CONT’D)
He wrote this to you and I should’ve given it to you last year.

Polly takes the letter, reads, weakens.  Will leans closer, holds her.  She reacts only to the letter, twitching her eyes and lips, filling up.

POLLY
No…  No?  He went.  He’s gone.  (WAILING)  My Innes!  You’re gone now and you’re gone then.

Polly collapses to the ground.  Will can’t stop her or help her.  She hauls herself up.  He reaches for her.

POLLY (CONT’D)
I didn’t get to say goodbye.  It’s not…  Most people don’t.  It was his choice.

WILL
But you didn’t know when it happened.

POLLY
No.  Can you go now?

WILL
Of course.  I’m not sorry.  I was never so happy…  I don’t regret–

POLLY
–You don’t say any more!

Will crawls away, glances back.  Polly holds her head, curls, shakes.

21/10/2012

Duality

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 11:14

EXT. BENACHAR BURN – EVENING

In the b.g., Polly zig-zags across the grass, searching.  Innes sprawls beneath a tree, swigging a beer bottle.  He picks seeds from the ground, hurls them at the burn.  She scoots up, takes in his state, the bottle.

INNES
Can nae seem to get happy.

Polly despairs.

POLLY
I thought you’d worked it out.

INNES
I see a future I dinnae a’ways want to see.  I ken things I am no’ yet ready for.

POLLY
Have you been talking to Will?

Innes smiles over anguish.  Polly glances to the house.

POLLY (CONT’D)
Will you come back soon?

INNES
I will a’ways come back to ye.

Polly puzzles, swoops a kiss on Innes’ lips, hesitates, dashes away.  He thwacks his head back on the tree trunk.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE GARDEN – DAY

Polly perches on a chair edge, straddling buckets of fruit pickings, separating out eatable fruit.  Will’s shadow covers a bucket.  She pats the adjacent chair, leaves her hand on it.  He obeys.  She squeezes his leg.

POLLY
The cottage is free if…

WILL
It’s not… where I want to be.

POLLY
You don’t have to tell me anything, if you’re sick of talking.

WILL
No chance!  Today I hate him more than her, for being more… attractive, high-profile.  Why didn’t I…

Polly smirks sympathetically.  Will rubs his eye.

WILL (CONT’D)
I’m just trying to get some… control over things.

POLLY
I know.

WILL
Trying not to think I’ve wasted my career.

Polly attempts imperious eye contact.

POLLY
Don’t be ridiculous!

WILL
I’ve not progressed!  I’ve not left the university.  I may as well still be in that revolting flat with the imbecile Lewis.

POLLY
Most of us are forced out into the real world.

WILL
But you don’t come back.

POLLY
Is the virtue of teaching fading on you?

WILL
Even you make money from it.

Polly slumps back, kicks a near-empty bucket to Will.

POLLY
Have a vomit bucket.  I’d be happy without the money.  I have my family and the odd friend…

WILL
Don’t say it!  Seriously, you’d miss the house?

POLLY
Nah, we’d live in yours, you’d be here, and we’d just visit you all the time.

Will tries not to smile.

WILL
I need a dog: I need a confidant who can manage sincerity.

Will manages eye contact.

WILL (CONT’D)
Thank you for ridiculing my crisis into perspective.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – DAY

Early light twinkles on dew.  Polly peers out the back doorway to the walled garden, professionally clothed.  Innes’ head bobs above the wall, quizzical.

POLLY
The sludge monsters are all yours.

Innes hurries through gateway to Polly, mud-plastered.

INNES
When are ye back?

Innes clatters off his boots.

POLLY
I’ll hopefully finish by four, but I want to check on Will.

Polly smirks shyly, kisses Innes with passion, darts inside.  He smiles desperately, drops his head.

EXT. WILL’S HOUSE – DAY – ESTABLISHING

INT. WILL’S HOUSE STUDY – DAY

Chaos.  Will slumps against a disordered bookshelf, uncharacteristically scruffy, books strewn in his lap.  Innes’ device is innocuous on the table.  Polly leans back on a wall, plucking books in anguish.

WILL
I resented the compromises, the sacrifices.  I pushed her away.

POLLY
You’re catastrophising.  It’s not your fault and it’s not all bad!  You loved her.

Will flings his arm.

WILL
I did love her.  I still do.  But it’s nothing compared to how I love you.

Polly snaps, glares at Will, brandishing a book.

POLLY
But you married her!  Why?!

WILL
You left me.

POLLY
Come on, you didn’t do this out of spite for me going to America!

WILL
No.  You left me behind: the student who never grew up.  You went out into the world.

POLLY
Will…  Are you serious?

WILL
I’m always serious.  You’re the one who’s never serious.  You flirt but…

Polly slowly shakes her head, horrified.

POLLY
Do you know what… all I could think when I came back that summer, expecting everything to be exactly the same, and to hear from Lewis

Polly presses a loose fist to her solar plexus, fills up.  Will leans back, punched.

POLLY (CONT’D)
You were supposed to marry me!  You always said that!

Will drops his eyes.  Tears slide down Polly’s cheeks.  She drops the book, presses her other hand to her nose.  He tenses, fights inertia.  She gasps, flees.

EXT. RURAL TOWN STREET – DAY – CONTINUOUS ACTION

Polly stumbles toward the hill track, breaking apart.

20/10/2012

Choices

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 09:15

EXT. UNIVERSITY GROUNDS – DAY – ESTABLISHING

INT. UNIVERSITY WILL’S OFFICE – DAY

Polly exaggerates creeping in.  At his desk, Will starts from reverie, strides to the door, abruptly closes it, looks away.  Her eyes follow him with consternation. 

POLLY
You summoned me?!

WILL
I require a sounding board.

POLLY
Oka–

WILL
(frenetic)
–Can’t discuss this with anyone else.  Unique, positive response to environmental radio-magnetic waves.  But when they’re cancelled, the clarity!  The lucid precision!  The…

Will faces another direction at random.

POLLY
What?

WILL
Some form of energy that you align your mental focus with?

Polly rearranges her face around an epiphany.

POLLY
What you wish for?

WILL
You recall when we measured your brain electrical activity: lower frequency, greater amplitude, fewer harmonics.  I spent years training mine to operate like yours.  How opportune and infuriating to have all the measuring kit around.  I have so much to learn… and all the time!  Ultimately it’s the chicks: what do you need to survive?

POLLY
Chicks?

WILL
Empirically parapsychological powers in their first few days.

POLLY
More to be understood.  What do you need to survive?

DISSOLVE TO:

Will sways, rooted to the floor, alone.

WILL
You.

EXT. UNIVERSITY GROUNDS – DAY

Dark grey clouds.  Polly scurries, hunched, alone.

POLLY (V.O.)
My overwhelming, irreducible thought that first time on the track?  To find a perfect man who wasn’t you.

Polly laughs maniacally, presses a finger to her eye.

EXT. BENACHAR BARN – DAY

Innes grabs the door frame, gazes toward town.  Storm clouds loom, trees sway.  The wind turbine is still.  He strides toward the house.

INT. UNIVERSITY WILL’S OFFICE – DAY

Dim, gloomy.  Will squints to read pages, leans toward the window.  He glances out, drops the paper, flees.

INT. WILL’S HOUSE STUDY – DAY

Dim, gloomy.  Will, drenched, frets over the small, intricate, metal and glass device on the table.

SFX: wind howls outside.

EXT. BENACHAR HILL TRACK – DAY

Overcast, squally.  Innes dawdles, rubbing his head, arms.  He spies the house, apprehensive.  In the b.g., Polly herds Jade and Finn to the front door.  Innes is captivated, spurs himself toward them.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE KITCHEN – 2018, WINTER, DAY

Immaculate, pan simmering.  Polly rests a bag on the floor, takes in the unexpected surroundings.  Innes strides in with a bundle of dirty clothes.  Jade and Finn follow with smaller bundles.

INNES
Hello!

Innes halts.  Jade and Finn march past.

JADE
We’re helping.

Polly watches, astonished.  Jade and Finn fall against the washing machine, wrestle their bundles into it.

INNES
Biddable weans!

Innes smirks at his words.

POLLY
Cooking too?

FINN
Carrots.

Jade skips away, dragging Finn.

INNES
They washed the carrots.

Polly raises her eyebrows.  Innes leans to her.

INNES (CONT’D)
Are ye pleased?

Polly beams, grabs Innes, draws him into a long kiss.  He flushes, rubs a hand through his hair.

Innes shuffles crockery.  Polly slides her arms around him, moves in, kisses him.  He trembles against her.  She pushes her hand into his trousers.  He flinches, regains balance.  She checks his expression.  He covers.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – SUMMER, EVENING – ESTABLISHING

Orange glow radiates warmth.  A toy lies abandoned.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE KITCHEN – EVENING

Polly scurries, tidying and cleaning.  She lifts pieces of paper adorned with children’s art, grins, perplexed.

WILL (O.S.)
Hello?

POLLY
Kitchen!

Polly grabs putty, presses the art to cupboard doors, glances to the hall doorway.  Will falters in.

POLLY (CONT’D)
Andrea said you took leave?!

Polly assesses Will with concern.  His faint light-heartedness dissolves.

WILL
I…  Wh…  Vanessa’s gone.

POLLY
Where?

WILL
I don’t know.  I mean she left me.  Can you believe that?

Polly moves toward Will.  He controls a surge of upset.

WILL (CONT’D)
Please just be normal.  I’m trying to… tell people.

Polly shakes her head in commiseration, snakes her arms to hold Will.  He trembles with tension against her.

DISSOLVE TO:

Alone at the table, Polly gazes at nothing.  Innes slides up beside her, caresses her face, nods upstairs.

INNES
All is quiet.  And ye?

POLLY
Will was here.  He apologised for not staying but he’s… quite upset.

Innes is jolted.  Polly is distressed.

POLLY (CONT’D)
Vanessa left him.  He’s in pieces.  I never imagined the depth of his feeling…

Innes reaches around Polly, reeling.

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?

30/09/2012

Whigmaleerie

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 11:57

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – SUMMER, DAY

Over-saturating sunshine.  Polly lolls on a deck chair.  Will leaps up to her.  She glances up, squinting.

POLLY
You again?!

WILL
And good afternoon to you!  Quiet too.  Where is everyone?

Polly flaps her hand at the hill.

WILL (CONT’D)
Do they walk that far?

POLLY
No, one wee face at each shoulder.  You can imagine.

WILL
Jade babbling, Finn sleeping.

Polly grins, nods, settles back.  Will eases into a deck chair beside her, props his foot on a low stone wall.

Polly nods off.  Will scrawls in a notebook on his thigh, squinting at the reflected brightness.  He pauses, glances at her, smirks.  He reaches for her hand, aborts.

FLASHBACK – EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – 1988, SUMMER, DAY

Idyllic.  Polly and Will, 8, chase each other around and over a low stone wall and the remains of a privet hedge, bobbing down to hide, giggling and gasping.

Polly halts at a mature tree, slides her back down the trunk to a crouch, feigning calm.  She fingers a leaf, stripping the tissue from between the veins.  Above her Will lowers his head, upside down, hanging from a branch.

Polly starts, shrieks.  Will drops beside her, slaps a consoling arm around her.

WILL
When we’re old and married–

POLLY
–I won’t be marrying you, you know!

WILL
(covering)
I mean to whoever, not each other, dimmo!

POLLY
Oh.  Well, I’m going to do something and be famous, not just married.

WILL
I’m going to travel to that time and see.

POLLY
How?

Will is proud, conspiratorial.

FLASHBACK – INT. BENACHAR HOUSE UPPER HALL – 1988, DAY

Polly and Will crouch at an open built-in cupboard, over a lifted floorboard.  He clutches a padlocked metal box.

POLLY
What’s in it?

WILL
A time machine.

POLLY
How does it work?

WILL
I’m not telling you!

Polly slumps back.

POLLY
It’s boring.  I’m going back outside.

WILL
No!  When we’re in bed tonight, we’ll go to two thousand!

Polly is indifferent.

WILL (CONT’D)
Then we’ll see if you turn out any good.

Will leers at Polly.  She smacks his arm.

DAD (O.S.)
What’s going on up there?!

Polly leaps away, guilt-ridden.  Will drops the box under the floor, replaces the floorboard.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – 2017, DAY

Polly gasps awake, jerks upright.

WILL
Welcome back.

POLLY
I wasn’t sleeping!

WILL
No, no: thinking.

POLLY
No, I was…  Remember your secret box in the cupboard?

Will laughs.

WILL
My time machine?

POLLY
Yeh!  What was in that?

WILL
You’ll only be disappointed.

Polly darts into the house.  Will watches after her.

DISSOLVE TO:

Polly presents Will with the dusty metal box on flat palms.  He resigns himself, his eyes locked on hers.  He smacks the box off the wall edge, bursting the lock.  She is taken aback, consumed with anticipation.

Will orients the box to Polly, creaks open the lid, penitently offers the contents.  She peers in.

The box contains a children’s book entitled “The Whigmaleerie”, the fragile remains of a hazel leaf with the tissue stripped away to the skeleton of veins, a worn leather belt loop and a dead spider.

Polly snatches the book in a puff of dust.

POLLY
You stole my book!

Will acknowledges.  Polly flicks the pages, smiles with nostalgia at cartoon illustrations.

POLLY (CONT’D)
Story duty for you tonight.

WILL
Fair enough.  I think they’ll like it.

POLLY
Not for them, for me.  And all the voices.

Will smiles through embarrassment.  Polly pinches the leather belt loop.

WILL
Ah, my belt.

POLLY
It went on for miles!  You were such a skinny.

WILL
I had to wrap it round and round.  You wound that round your finger compulsively.

POLLY
It was my ring.  I don’t remember losing it.

Will fingers the leaf remnant to cover his guilty mortification.  It crumbles to powder.

POLLY (CONT’D)
That was so that summer; I was such a fidget.  What’s the significance of the spider?

WILL
I don’t believe that was there when I hid it.

POLLY
It’s a spider from the future?!

WILL
Ha.

Polly pores over the items.

POLLY
You’re a freak.

WILL
Is that why you left me?

POLLY
You left me first!

WILL
I’ll never leave you again!

POLLY
No!

Polly and Will collapse together in cathartic chuckles.

23/09/2012

Family

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 16:20

EXT. BENACHAR COTTAGE – SUMMER, DAY – ESTABLISHING

INT. BENACHAR COTTAGE LIVING ROOM – DAY

Old-fashioned furniture gleams with wear.  Disregarded, dusty ornaments clump together in corners.  Dad, alert but weak, fades in an incongruous, floral patterned, comfortable chair beside a stack of newspapers.

DAD
Don’t wake them now.  Come and speak to me!

Polly drops on to a less worn, matching chair.

POLLY
You’ve grown into that chair!

DAD
Your mother had awful taste in upholstery but under a’ these flowers is one comfy seat.

Polly chuckles with sorrow, keels back into the chair.

POLLY
Innes is Jade and Finn’s father.

Dad is bowled.

DAD
A’right.  Well, that wasn’t what I expected.  I thought you were going to go on about your work!

Polly pouts in hope.  Dad accepts.

POLLY
That’s only half of it.

DAD
On you go.

POLLY
When I said I met him on my travels, I didn’t mean America.

DAD
No’ wi’ that accent.

POLLY
He’s from here.

DAD
Whereabouts?

POLLY
Right here.  He lived in town, worked at the house.

DAD
When was this?

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – AUTUMN, DAY – ESTABLISHING

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE KITCHEN – DAY

Innes places moderate quantities of bread, cheese and salad on the table, pulls up a chair.  Polly bustles in, lifts Finn and Jade, 2, inserts them in their chairs.  Polly approves the meal as she lowers herself.

INNES
Nae waste in my faimily.

POLLY
Do you miss them?  Harry and Mister Dudgeon?

INNES
A wee bit.  But they will no’ miss me!  I miss freedom.  There is so much going on now.

Polly tries a reassuring smile.  Innes droops.

INNES (CONT’D)
How is your faither?

Polly droops.

EXT. BENACHAR COTTAGE – 2017, SPRING, DAY

Polly creeps out the front door, gently closing it behind her.  She heads for the house, careworn.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – DAY – CONTINUOUS ACTION

Will chases around heaps of toys, contorting his face, crouching, leaping.  Finn and Jade, 3, flee, shrieking in delight, knocking toys.  Polly struts in, stern.

POLLY
Mellow time!?

Will tilts to an innocent halt, attempting contrition.  Finn and Jade stumble on, gasping laughter.

JADE
Will’s the Whigmaleerie!

POLLY
The Whigmaleerie isn’t bad!  It’s misunderstood!

Will drops back into character, whirls around, snarling.

WILL
I trick children and eat your fingers!

Finn and Jade renew their squeals, spurting away.

POLLY
I’ll need to find that book.  Five minutes!  Calm it down.

Polly heads to the kitchen.  Will reluctantly resumes normal appearance, slumps on the floor.  Finn and Jade spiral around him, tumbling on to him.

INT. BENACHAR COTTAGE LIVING ROOM – DAY

Polly perches on Dad’s chair, lifts part of the newspaper stack on to her knees, flicks through it, pulls out loose handwritten sheets.

Open packing boxes, shelves with dust-free patches, empty of ornaments.  Polly slumps back, puts her hand to her face, grimaces with upset.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – DAY

Polly sorts mail listlessly, stacking envelopes on the table.  Innes approaches, riling himself.  She glances up, attempts light-heartedness.

INNES
Mere letters fae the Government?

POLLY
Yeh, but I’m not turning you in.

INNES
Do ye think they will stop?

POLLY
I think I can close them down with my dad.

INNES
I fear that this magic will end, just for itsel’ or for some agent who would destroy us for my unnatural presence.

Polly grabs Innes, tightly hugs him.

POLLY
How are the kids today?

Innes cheers a little.

INNES
The raspberry fish caused some bother in the princesses’ classroom.

Polly and Innes share baffled amusement.

16/09/2012

Learning

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 15:13

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – 2015, WINTER, DAY – ESTABLISHING

Monochrome, still, leafless.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE OFFICE – DAY

Converted small bedroom, desk with computer kit, office chair, shelving over cupboards, piles of paper.

Innes slides an antique desk over a tarpaulin through the doorway, balancing a matching chair aloft in his other hand.  He guides the desk to the window overlooking the glen, aligns the chair.

Polly supplies paper and pencil.  Innes settles himself, arranges a book and the stationery on the desk.  She hauls up the office chair.

MONTAGE

1) Innes pores over a school textbook, running his fingers along the text, partitioning complex words.  Polly whumps a dusty box beside him.
2) Innes leans on the window frame, gazing at falling snow smoothing out a set of footprints approaching and leaving the house.  He clenches a fist, forces himself back to the desk.
3) Innes is alone, reading rampantly.  His eyes flit over the text of a novel; his fingers flick the page.
4) Innes is motionless, the back cover of a closed 1850s novel before him.  He swivels to face the computer.  He starts at Will entering.  Will glances at the computer, raises his eyebrows at Innes.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE GARDEN – DAY

Snow-iced world.  Jade, 10 months, writhes in snow, giggling.  Finn, 10 months, extracts a handful of snow, examines it.  He faces Innes, outstretches his hand.  Innes jerks his concern back from the glen road.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – SPRING, DAY – ESTABLISHING

INT. BENACHAR BARN – DAY

Daylight through the untiled roof.  Innes frowns over a complex geometrical puzzle scored into dusty ground.  He follows his attention with a long stick.

In the b.g., Will stacks roof timbers, pauses to watch Innes with tutor’s pride.

INT. BENACHAR HALL – DAY

On the table, opened brown envelopes splay government department guidelines, warnings, forms.  In the b.g. Innes retreats into gloom.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – SUMMER, DAY – ESTABLISHING

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE OFFICE – SUMMER, DAY

Polly batters at the computer keyboard.  Will leans in.

WILL
Are you not done yet?!

Polly completes typing a sentence.

POLLY
Far be it for my money-earning efforts to interfere with your lust for academic Utopia.

WILL
He’s the perfect student.  His mind’s quite untainted!  Hurry up!

Polly closes her work, graciously relinquishes the computer.  Will bustles around her.

POLLY
You’re the perfect tutor.  What’s today’s topic?

Will covers self-consciousness with terseness.

WILL
Trigonometry, mechanics, then, after lunch, electronics.

Polly chuckles.  Will whips a CD into the computer.  She presses an affectionate hand to his shoulder, departs.  He snaps his head around, follows her with his eyes.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – AUTUMN, DAY – ESTABLISHING

Patchwork of yellow, orange, brown fallen leaves swirling among swaying evergreens. 

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – DAY

Polly approaches, hugging a bundle of children’s filthy clothes.  She raises her eyebrows in question.  Will and Innes present themselves in similar clothing.

POLLY
You’re wearing his clothes?

INNES
Aye.

POLLY
Because?

INNES
Will is taking me to a class so I must look like a student.

POLLY
Or a ‘never grew past being a student’?

Will flaps his hand, dismissing Polly, propels Innes out.  Polly catches Will’s arm with concern.  He tries for reassurance, breaks to follow Innes.  Polly’s gaze wanders to the table, a solitary brown envelope.

EXT. WILL’S HOUSE – EVENING

Innes and Will stride up, gripping bundles of papers.

WILL
You don’t seem entirely content?

INNES
What I could do wi’ this then.

WILL
That would be an ethical dilemma.  Are you considering going back?

INNES
I ken I will.

Will is quizzical.

INNES (CONT’D)
There was nae bench at the kirk.  I decided to make yin.  I did nae think when.  Immediately it was there.  The enquiries at the hoose will nae stop.  I dinnae belong now.

Innes and Will halt at the gate.  Will grapples.

WILL
It’s we who don’t belong; we’ve forgotten how to live.  A good teacher would inspire you: you have an aptitude for harnessing natural energy.  You could make Benachar House self-sufficient.

Innes is startled, captivated.  Will raises an encouraging eyebrow.  Innes nods acceptance, appreciation, sets off.  Will watches, wonders.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – 2016, WINTER, DAY

Innes steps backward away from the house, plants his feet apart, peruses the house elevation.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – SPRING, DAY

MONTAGE

1) Innes attaches solar panels on the roof.
2) Innes constructs a wind turbine tower on the hill.
3) Innes re-pipes the house guttering to deliver rain water to the basement.
4) Innes renovates the walled garden, plants fruit trees.
5) Innes presents his efforts to Polly.  She admires the accomplishment and workmanship.  Her pleasure fades.

    POLLY
    You’ve made power cuts impossible.

    Innes double-takes.  Polly is paralysed.

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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