분야
hwp Screenplay by ANNE RICE
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FADE IN:
EXT. A SCOTTISH MOOR - NIGHT - 1670 A.D.
Far off, a massive stone castle looms. Trees silhouetted an
the horizon against the star-dotted, qreen-purple sky. The branches of one tree seem to reach
for the stars...
TRACKING IN - the tree is A HOODED FIGURE: SUZANNE - 20, golden hair spilling from her hood,
dazzling green eyes. Nestled in the folds of her cloak is DEBORAH - 5, scarlet curls, green
eyes glowing. She peeks up at the bizarre sky.
DEBORAH (a thick Scottish accent)
Mum - Im so scared. Look at the color...
SUZANNE (a thick Scottish accent)
(entranced. soothing)
Deborah, be still. And listen...
(a beat. in a chant...)
Wind, you are a thousand eyes - but never seen.
A thousand caresses - but never touched. A
thousand voices - but never a word. Always with me,
never .......
DEBORAH
(fearful)
Mum... Oh Mum, God will surely strike us -
SUZANNE
Wind - I love you with that which is endless
within me. Bring me your eyes - your touch -
your voice...
A WIND gathers force, The grass sways. Leaves twirl.
SUZANNE
Send me your soul. Come to me NOW!
The ferocious WIND HOWLS. Trees bend. The sky darkens.. SUZANNES hood is whipped of her
head. A dagger of LIGHTNING cuts the sky open. Then - a sound, like a HOWL of birth.
A VOICE
(melodic. wondrous)
Suzanne, the door is open! Call me! Bring
me to you with a name!
SUZANNE
(ecstatic. shouting above the ROAR)
For the wind that lashes the trees that brings
you to your lover... You are --- Lasher. LASHER!!
THUNDER rocks her to the ground. Rain pours down.
VOICE
I am through, my love! I have come!
(a beat. joyful)
Lasher..
SUZANNE thrusts her arms out as if to embrace the wind. DEBORAH peeks out from her mothers
cloak. She looks at the ground - wide-eyed - and reaches out.
ECU - DEBORAHS CLENCHED FIST
The tiny fist opens - a NUGE EMERALD glistens in her palm.
FADE TO BLACK FADE UP TO
DAY. ECU - THE CURVED RUNNER OF A ROCKING CHAIR
Rocking on a wooden floor. A large horned beetle skitters INTO FRAME - antenna flicking.
Above it, the chairs runner reaches its highest point - descends --- and just misses it.
WOMANS VOICE (OC)
(a southern accent. cool)
Do you see the lillies, Deedee...? Big as soup ladles.
TILT UP to a pale hand on the chair-arm. inside a faded pink sleeve - and UP to
ECU - A FACE, SKOCKING IN ITS MELANCHOLY VISAGE
A WOMAN - 50, a gaunt, shattered beauty. Not a flicker in her green eyes. Her hair is stringy
- in need of a wash.
ANGLE - THE PORCH OF A LARGE GOTHIC MANSION
CARLOTTA MAYFAIR - 80, cane in hand, rocks DIEDRE MAYFAIR on the porch. Her white hair is
pulled back severely. Skin tight on her skull. Green eyes keen and focused.
The house was magnificent - once: Tall columns.Stained glass. But it is a dying house.
Rotted wood. Peeling paint. You can almost hear it wheeze...
ANGLE - THE GADEN BEYOND THE PORCH
Thick. Lush. Huge flowers flourish. A flagstone walk leads to a swimming pool filled with
brackish water and lily pads. A wrought-iron fence encircles the grounds. on the other side,
the street seems like another world.
BACK TO CARLOTTA AND DIEDRE ON THE PORCH CARLOTTA takes a syringe from a bag and injects
DIEDRE, who shows no reaction. CARLOTTA feels her pulse...
CARLOTTA
We numb the body and the mind...but we havent found
a needle yat that can prick your soul. That belongs to him,
doesnt it, my beautitul Deedee...?
A BREEZE suddenly rises. The trees and long grass stir. CARLOTTA smiles privately - and
surveys the garden. Something there, for a moment, behind the waving branches...?
BEYOND THE WROT-IRON FENCE
A MAN - 60, white suit, fedora and an ivory walking stick - comes down the sidewalk. He tips
his hat to the women, and walks on. CARLOTTA watches him go.
CARLOTTA
(dry. caustic)
Well, well, Deedee. Both your admirers have paid a call.
CARLOTTA looks down at the huge beetle -- and crushes it with her shoe. The BREEZE dies. The
trees come to rest. But DIEDRES hair still flutters, as if stroked by a lovinq hand.
INT. ECU - A PAIR OF HANDS REST ATOP AN IVORY WALKING STICK
The sticks top is carved into a pair of angels wings. The left hand wears an ivory ring -
with a gold T set in it.
MANS VOICE (OC)
(an English accent. calm. sonorous)
Diedre was silent - still - as always....
TILT UP to AARON LIGHTNER (the white-suited Man who strolled past the Mayfair mansion).
AARON
..but there is no question about it she is dying.
WIDE OF SCENE - A MAGNIFICENT SITTING ROOM
AARON stands at a mahogany table, where a dozen MEN and Women - ages 25 to 60, elegantly
dressed - sit and exchange sober locks at his pronouncement. They all wear the same ring.
AARON
(taps his chest lightly)
Her vibrations were unmistakable. I felt them quite clearly.
(sighs)
Strange to think after thirty years...I shall walk by the porch
and find the chair empty.
WOMAN AT THE TABLE
What of the child, Aaron...?
AARON
The childs life will take its inevitable turn. (pause) we
will watch and wait... and soon - our waiting will be over
INT
