BTW, excellent piece of writing there. I mean it. It was an enjoyable, intriguing read, and certainly held my interest. It would make a good passage in a novel. That style of writing would never make it in a screenplay, however. If that's an example of how you write, you should pursue it further. You've got a good turn on words. Beanbag
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Well, then ... how about this?
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“ELEANOR RIGBY”
ACT ONE
SETTING:
Liverpool, UK. Should be early 1960s, may adjust for budget.
SCENE ONE:
Night. Rain/fog. Any intersection with traffic lights and crossing signals, and showing working-class neighborhood. Main street is “Stanley Street”. Others as needed.
CHARACTERS:
“Jane” – (SPEAKING ROLE IN FLASHBACKS ONLY). Janitorial worker or charwoman (Steve - Are they still called this? Is Midler available?).
For this scene, she's a late middle-aged female, stooped, no makeup, dressed in miss-matched work clothes and frock coat (all patched/frayed/stained). Unsteady walk, as if exhausted and/or drunk. Baggy, bloodshot eyes. Blank expression.
“McKenzie” – (SPEAKING ROLE) Late middle-aged male, podgy, balding, soft-spoken, friendly. Dressed in RCC suit and collar. (Steve – Is Dreyfus available?)
“Robert” – (SPEAKING ROLE) Early middle-aged male. Police detective. Dark suit, tie, overcoat. (Steve – Get Leo what’s-his-name … Dicapriccio? Decappucino? You know who I mean.)
“Driver” – Non-speaking extra. Seen only in silhouette. May be cabbie. (Steve – Call central casting, any.)
OPENING
[NOISES OFF -- TRAFFIC]
[EST. SHOT -- "STANLEY STREET" SIGN NEAR INTERSECTION -- FOG/RAIN]
Jane enters SL off balance and moves to intersection CTR. May be drunk or exhausted (Both? Explore).
[SLOW ZOOM TO JANE’S FACE 3/4P]
Jane stares at crossing light until 1-2 sec. after it changes. Crosses intersection.
[CAMERA PANS OUT TO INCLUDE DRIVER & JANE]
Driver honks horn. Jane gesture in driver’s direction as if shooing away a pest. Steps carefully up on opposite curb and continues on her way.
[CAMERA ROTATES TO JANE]
Jane walks away from the camera. Pace should be slow, steps should be uneven. She disappears into the darkness/off camera.
[CAMERA FADES TO BLACK]
[NOISES OFF – CHURCH BELL]
[CAMERA UP FROM BLACK]
McKenzie and Robert are seated in McKenzie’s office. Every horizontal surface is cluttered with books, papers, and assorted bric-a-brac. Plain old telephone set sits on the desk.
MCKENZIE: It was quite a shock to us all. Jane was a regular at all of our services, even cleaning up after weddings and such. She mostly kept to herself, though...
ROBERT: How well did you know her?
MCKENZIE: Well, as I said, she didn’t socialize much. Sat alone in the back. Always had something for the plate.
ROBERT: Did she have any friends? Any known relatives?
MCKENZIE: None that I recall ... except ...
ROBERT: Yes?
MCKENZIE: Well, I suppose it wouldn’t violate the confessional to say that she once mentioned a daughter...
ROBERT: A daughter? That would imply a husband.
MCKENZIE: Oh ... not our Jane, I’m afraid ... y’see ...
ROBERT (Interrupting): I understand. What was the daughter’s ... ?
MCKENZIE (Interrupting): I’m not so sure you do, detective. This side of London sees a lot of cast-offs, not the least of which are those poor girls that ...
[SOUND – TELEPHONE RINGS]
McKenzie picks up the receiver.
MCKENZIE: Northwich Memorial Hall, Father McKenzie speaking. How may I help you?
[SOUND – VOICE OF FEMALE CALLER, MUFFLED]
MCKENZIE: Certainly, missus ... Rigby ... Eleanor Jane ...
[SOUND – VOICE OF CALLER]
MCKENZIE: A simple affair ... open casket, I think …
[SOUND – VOICE OF CALLER]
MCKENZIE: Saturday ... this coming …
[SOUND – VOICE OF CALLER]
MCKENZIE (Sighing): No ... I’m afraid this one’s on the parrish ...
[SOUND – VOICE OF CALLER]
MCKENZIE: Yes, missus ... thank you for calling ... cheers!
McKenzie hangs up.
ROBERT: Did you get the name?
MCKENZIE: Eh? What?
ROBERT: The name ... the name of the caller!
MCKENZIE: Oh, no ... said she was confirming the obit for the Times … no need.
ROBERT (Mildly exasperated): Can you tell me who found the body?
McKenzie pauses and stares at Robert.
MCKENZIE: I found JANE on the chancel steps. At first I thought she had fallen asleep while praying. I tried to wake her and ... well ... that’s when I knew she was dead.
ROBERT: How did you know that?
MCKENZIE: She toppled over. Stiff.
ROBERT: Anything else? Any signs of violence?
MCKENZIE: Her hands were still clasped ... oh! Just a moment!
McKenzie gets up, crosses over to a table, and picks up a small paper bag.
ROBERT: What? What are you doing?
MCKENZIE: Ah! Here ‘tis! Found it next to her.
McKenzie holds up an RCC rosary with a medallion attached.
ROBERT: Here, lemme see that.
Robert takes and examines the rosary, paying close attention to the medallion.
ROBERT: What’s this?
MCKENZIE: What?
ROBERT: A man’s face on one side, and someone’s gone and scratched the name “Rebecca” on the other.
McKenzie points to the image of the man.
MCKENZIE: That’s Saint Jerome, Patron Saint of librarians and abandoned children.
ROBERT: Was Jane a librarian?
MCKENZIE: Hardly. She took odd work here and there cleaning houses and doing laundry.
ROBERT: Then this “Rebecca” ... ?
MCKENZIE: Could be her daughter ... abandoned, maybe? No, wait ... the Sisters of Mercy up in Whitehall run an orphanage. Perhaps?
ROBERT: Could be. May I hang on to this?
Robert picks up his coat.
MCKENZIE: Well ... where can I reach you if someone does come to claim her?
Robert puts on his coat, then pockets the rosary in his coat and retrieves a business card from the same pocket.
ROBERT: Here’s my card. I’m usually out on assignment between ten and three. Give me a call if you think of anything else. If someone answers, leave a message.
MCKENZIE: Thank you. I will.
ROBERT: Cheers, Father.
MCKENZIE: Cheers! Go with God’s grace.
ROBERT (Softly): Sure, Father. Sure ...
[CAMERA FADES TO BLACK]
END OF SCENE ONE