Here is an extract from my current screenplay.
(C)
GODCHILD
GRANDFATHER
You look like her. And him.
SUDDENLY GRANDFATHER snatches forward and seizes CAIN’s wrist. CAIN cries out.
GRANDFATHER
You are cursed!
CAIN shuts his eyes tight. It goes black.
GRANDFATHER
Godchild.
THE TITLE APPEARS ON THE SCREEN AS GRANDFATHER SAYS “GODCHILD”.
Credits run over the following footage.
FADE IN
QUICKLY:
INT. CARRIAGE – DAY.
ON CAIN
CAIN awakes with a jerk. He is sweating and panting.
WIDE SHOT OF THE INSIDE OF THE CARRIAGE
RIFF sits opposite CAIN. RIFF looks worriedly at CAIN.
RIFF
Dreaming, Sir?
CAIN
Yes.
RIFF
Not a good one, I presume.
CAIN
My dreams are seldom good, Riff. I do not dream of good things. I dream only of odd things. Just once I wish I could dream of fine women or good fortune. But no, instead I get my Mother; neither a fine women nor a good fortune. Why must she always appear to me in my dreams? Why must she forever torment me with her memory? Is it not hard enough already?
RIFF
Perhaps she is checking up on you.
CAIN
She forever warns me of my Father. Saying that he is getting stronger.
RIFF
Your Father is dead...
CAIN
I am aware of that.
RIFF
I don’t dream of anything. Just darkness. And screaming.
CAIN
Personally, I’d rather that.
RIFF
At least they are only dreams, Milord.
CAIN
Yes.
CAIN looks out of the window. RIFF follows suit.
SLOWLY PAN BACK OUT OF THE WINDOW AND UP.
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE – DAY.
The carriage trundles through a short stretch of woodland along a well ridden road. It is a black carriage pulled by two black horses.
PAN UP TO SHOW A LARGE MANOR HOUSE
The carriage pulls off the road and into the large driveway outside the house. It stops outside the large front door.
ON THE CARRIAGE DOOR
RIFF gets out of the carriage door and opens the door wider for CAIN.
CAIN gets out of the carriage feet first with his black walking cane. He nods in thanks at RIFF.
RIFF shuts the door behind CAIN.
CAIN looks up at the Manor. There are people milling around outside, all in party gear. RIFF shuts the door.
ON CAIN AND RIFF
CAIN
Aristocrats clinging to the world of envy, jealousy, new money and authority. How is it the Mayfield Baroncy is able to host such a splendid, expensive party? Rumours have it they stand on the edge of bankruptcy.
CAIN steps away from the carriage as it pulls away again. RIFF hands CAIN his top hat.
RIFF
You shouldn’t dwell too much on rumours, Sir.
CAIN
Most likely this party is to please their beloved daughter, Victoria.
RIFF
They say she is quite beautiful.
CAIN
By my experience the beautiful people are always the worst to socialise with. So pretentious and full of themselves.
RIFF
Would you say that if they came to you for a good night, Sir.
CAIN laughs.
CAIN
Of course not. I’d welcome her with open arms.
RIFF laughs.
RIFF
I thought not. I see now why your sister frets about all the time you spend with women.
CAIN
Mary is still young. She’ll understand one day when she needs the company of a man.
RIFF
Although that Oscar would rip any potential suitor’s throat out.
CAIN’s face flashes with disgust.
CAIN
Oscar needs to grow up also.
RIFF
He certainly cares for Mary.
CAIN
A certain part of her he certainly does.
RIFF clears his throat awkwardly. CAIN looks at him.
CAIN
I suppose Oscar is a good man... deep, deep, deep down.
RIFF
Your opinion is your opinion, Sir.
CAIN
Although you think it is wrong.
RIFF
And my opinion is mine.
CAIN smiles. RIFF smiles back.
CAIN
Shall we?
CAIN puts his top hat on his head and begins to walk towards the house.
RIFF follows like a shadow.
CREDITS stop.
(I do not own the characters or the storylines. I am merely the screenplayer)
Let me know what you think :)
(Blog Title: Dancer In The Dark by The Rasmus)
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