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The Absence of Presence script

My last semester at school I wrote this script and I wanted to film it, but kind of forgot about it, today i reread it and changed it a bit. 

               INT. DARK ROOM - NIGHT 

               large room, with walls lined in bookcases from floor to

               ceiling, filled with dusty books. There is no windows in this

               room, and only one door that is also surrounded by book

               cases. The lighting is very dim and there is only two larger

               than life red velvet chairs in the middle of the room, with a

               coffee table between them. There are no bright colors,

               everything is in tones of brown, grey, black and red.  There

               is a vase black flowers in the middle of the coffee table. 

               CLOSE UP OF MARY (20) DARK RED WAVEY HAIR, GREEN EYES VERY

               BEAUTIFUL IN BLACK DRESS SHE LOOKS VERY TIRED, DARK CIRCLES

               UNDER HER EYES, FRAIL. SHE IS CRADLING A NEW BORN BABY IN HER

               RIGHT ARM WRAPPED IN A PINK BLANKET, WE CAN JUST BARELY SEE

               THE BABIES FACE.

               Mary looking very concerned takes a deep breath, scratches

               her eyebrow, closes her eyes deep in thought. 

               CLOSE UP of Mary’s Lap, we see a BIBLE laying on her lap open

               to PSALMS 34:17 (When the righteous cry for help, the Lord

               hears, and rescues them from all their troubles.)

               Mary Rolls her Eyes, and flings her free hand in frustration,

               Closes the bible quickly, sets it down on the table in front

               of her and pushes it forward. 

               The baby begins to fuss and Mary bows down and kisses the

               baby on the forehead rocking her body slowly to calm down the

               baby. Mary brushes the babies face lightly and smiles in

               admiration. 

                                   MARY

                         I just don’t understand….

               Mary shakes her head and breaths out deeply, looks down at

               the baby in her arms, who is now very calm and quiet, looks

               at the bible on the table in front of her. 

                                   MARY (CONT’D)

                         I just Feel so foolish, believing

                         that there is this man in the sky

                         who was going to save me… (pauses

                         for a while and than continues more

                         angry) I am such a fucking joke.

                         THIS IS HELL! Am I being punished,

                         did i not do enough?

               PULL BACK TO REVEAL AZRIEL (ABOUT 45) SITTING IN CHAIR ACROSS

               FROM MARY. TALL, DARK HAIR, ALLURING BLUE EYES, PALE SKIN,

               WEARING DARK JEANS AND A WHITE SHIRT, CASUAL. SITTING

               SIDEWAYS WITH FEET HANGING OVER THE ARMREST

               Azriel’s eyes flash and the corner of his mouth twitches as

               he waits for Mary to finish her thought. 

               Mary’s eyes narrow and she squirms in her chair

                                   MARY - ANGRY

                         You think this is a joke? You think

                         this is funny? This is MY LIFE it

                         is not a joke! 

               Mary gets up and drags across the room to one of the book

               cases, her head hangs low in defeat. 

                                   AZRIEL - DRY 

                         Continue. 

               Mary brushes her hands against the books, whipping the dust

               off the spines revealing dates written on them. 

                                   MARY 

                         Something has changed within me,

                         all i can do is second guess

                         everything i believed in.. Its like

                         i cant tell right from wrong

                         anymore and i just feel so

                         (struggles) lost.

               Mary laughs to herself as she walks back to the chair, and

               sits down.

               Azriel looks pleased that she is finding humor in the

               situation. Swings his legs forward and sets his elbows on his

               knees, with his hands folded in front of him. 

                                   MARY (CONT’D)

                         Stop that.. stop looking at me like

                         that. (she rolls her eyes, and

                         places her feet on the coffee table

                         in a folded fashion swtiching the

                         baby from one art to the other) Its

                         just funny, you know the bible says

                         in everything give thanks to God…

                         in EVERYTHING!

               After a few moments of silence Azriel begins to laugh widely

               The baby begins to cry startled by the sudden outburst of

               laughter, mary rocks the baby back and foth but it does not

               help.

                                   MARY (WHISPERING TO THE BABY) (CONT’D)

                         Its okay sweet baby, everything is

                         going to be alright, i am here,

                         everything is fine.

               Azriel continues to cackle until he abruptly stops, leaning

               forward towards Mary only inches away from her face, his eyes

               that were once alluring now seem very frigid. He looks at the

               baby, and begins to reach for it.

               Mary smacks Azriel’s hands away from the baby with a very

               concerned look on her face.

                                   AZRIEL

                         You weren’t ready for it anyway..

               Mary is now holding her breath, trying not to cry, she is

               looking past Azriel, and holding the baby very close to her

               chest with both arms. 

                                   AZRIEL (CONT’D)

                         I have a job to do. 

               Mary begins shaking her head rapidly, she is shaking and

               fighting back tears. 

                                   MARY

                         No, no, no.. you cant do it, there

                         has to be a way around it. I can

                         change, I can make this better.

               The baby is still crying, its getting worse and Mary can not

               do anything to make the baby calm down, this in turn makes

               mary very upset and she begins to cry.

               Azriel looks at Mary very calmly and nods his head.

               Mary stands up kisses the baby on its head, and hands it over

               to Azriel. 

               She turns, walks towards the door and as she walks pasts the

               books she pulls a handful of them off in anger as she is

               sobbing

               We hear the books drop to the ground and echo because of the

               large room.

               We do not hear the baby crying anymore.

               Mary opens the door, her face hot with rage

               The door slams and the camera revels a small silver name

               plaque attached to the wall inscribed “DEATH”




Any input?

get ready to give this your all, work 80 hours a week, not know when or who your next paycheck is going to come from and be persistent. i am only here because i never believed that giving up was an option.

Advice for Young Designers

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