분야
hwp by Andrew Kevin Walker
8/8/94
1 INT. OLD HOUSE -- DAY 1
Sunlight comes through the soot on the windows, more brown than
bright. SOMERSET, 45, stands in one corner of this small,
second-story room. He looks over the ceiling, looks down at the
worn wooden floors, looks at the peeling wallpaper.
He walks to the center of the room, continues his study, taking
his time. He halts, turns to one wall where the current
wallpaper is torn away to reveal flowery wallpaper underneath.
Somerset goes to this wall and runs his finger across one of the
pale, red roses which decorates the older paper. He pushes the
grime away, brings the rose out more clearly.
He reaches into his suit pocket and takes out a switchblade. He
flips the thin, lethal blade free. Working deliberately,
delicately, Somerset cuts a square around the rose, then peels
the square of dry wallpaper away from the wall. He studies it in
his hand.
2 EXT. OLD HOUSE -- DAY 2
Somerset stands in front of the old home. He looks out at the
surrounding farms and forests. He ponders something. Birds
sing.
MAN (O.S.)
Is something wrong?
Somerset does not respond, just stares off. The MAN, 34, wears a
real-estate brokers jacket and stands beside a FOR SALE sign in
the muddy lawn.
MAN
Is there something the matter?
Somerset turns to face the man, then looks back at the house.
SOMERSET
No. No... its just that everything here
seems... so strange.
MAN
Strange? Theres nothing strange about
this place. The housell need a little
fixing up, thats for sure...
SOMERSET
No. I like the house, and this place.
MAN
I was about to say. Cause this place is
about as normal as places get.
Somerset nods, taking a deep breath. He smiles.
SOMERSET
Thats what I mean. Strange.
Somerset looks back to the beautiful landscape. The man does not
understand.
3 INT. AMTRACK TRAIN -- LATER DAY 3
Somerset is in the window seat, looking out the window of the
speeding train, smoking a cigarette. He is near the back of the
car, away from the few other passengers.
Outside, farms, fields, small homes and lawns rush by. The
panorama is dappled by the rays of the soon to be setting sun.
4 INT. AMTRACK TRAIN -- LATER DAY 4
The train is almost full, moving slower. Somerset has his
suitcase on the aisle seat beside him. He holds a hardcover book
unopened on his lap. He still stares out the window, but his
face is tense. The train is passing an ugly, swampy field. The
sun has gone under.
Though it seems impossible it ever could have gotten there, a
cars burnt-out skeleton sits rusting in the bracken.
Ahead, the city waits. The sky is full of smokestacks and huge
industrial cranes.
5 INT. AMTRACK TRAIN -- LATER DAY 5
The train is passing urban streets below. Slums and smashed
cars. People stand in groups in the corners. Bleak.
Somersets suitcase is now on the window seat. Somerset has
moved to the aisle. He is reading his book. He looks up from
the book and rubs his eyes, then looks back to continue reading,
not once looking out the window.
6 EXT. CITY STREET -- NIGHT 6
Somerset carries his suitcase outside the train station. The
city demands attention: cars screeching, people yelling, sirens
blaring.
Somerset passes a family of bewildered tourists. A WEIRD MAN has
a hand on the tourist-fathers suitcase.
It has become a tugging match with the Weird Man shouting, "Ill
take you to a taxi... Ill take you." Ahead, a group is gathered
on the sidewalk near two ambulances. People clamor to get a look
at a BLOODY BODY which lies on the street.
Policeman try to hold the crowd off. Ambulance attendants
administer aid to the victim, who convulses. Somerset moves by,
ignoring it all. He motions for a cab. One pulls up from the
streets stream of vehicles.
7 INT. CAB -- NIGHT 7
Somerset throws his suitcase in and shuts the door behind him.
CAB DRIVER
(about the crowd)
Whats the big fuss?
Somerset looks out at the crowd, looks at the driver.
SOMERSET
Why do you care?
CAB DRIVER
(under his breath)
Well, excuse me all to hell.
The driver leans forward, checking it out. The circle of
spectators shifts suddenly. A man has shoved another man and
theyre really going at it now. The swing at each other and tear
at each others clothing. One mans flailing fist connects and
the other mans face is instantly bloodied. The fight grows even
more spastic. Policemen try to stop it.
CAB DRIVER
Crazy fucks.
The driver pulls away and the cab rages down the street.
Somerset watches the parade of neon passing on the avenue. He
slumps back in the seat and closes his eyes.
CAB DRIVER
Where you headed?
Somerset opens his eyes.
SOMERSET
Far away from here.
8 INT. SOMERSETS APARTMENT -- NIGHT 8
The curtains are closed. The SOUNDS of the CITY are here as they
will be everywhere in this story. A CAR ALARM is SOUNDING,
shrill and clear. Somersets life is packed into moving boxes,
except for some clothing in a closet and hundreds and hundreds of
books on the shelves of one wall. Somerset is lying on the bed,
dressed only in his underwear.
He reaches t
