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BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

Written by

Ren Ball

First draft: 14th January 2014

29 Hereford RoadMaidstone

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INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

BLACK SCREEN. We hear a door knob RATTLE and CLICK as itunlatches from the frame. A gasp followed by a SHRIEK is madeby a WOMAN. Clothes RUSTLE and jewellery JINGLES, and we hearthe woman SCRAMBLING to her feet, footsteps POUNDING against

the carpet as she RUSHES away. We hear the CLICK of a latch,and a sliding door is forced open. The CLACK heeled shoesagainst a stone floor gradually fades out. We hear slow,steady footsteps against a carpet, slowing to a STOP.Silence.

We fade up to see an armchair with clothes draped over theseat. A bed CREAKS and its duvet RUSTLES, and a light switchCLICKS. We track up to reveal the bathroom; its artificiallight tints the room with a warm, glowing haze. A tap isDRIPPING; its mesmerising beat ECHOING through the room. Wefade to BLACK.

We fade up to see a stool adorned with a silk dressing gown,and behind it, a pair of heeled shoes lie in the shadow,catching the light with their GLITTERED surface. A WOMANSfeet come into view. We hear a heavy SIGH, followed by SHARPintakes of breath before breaking into a SOB. We hear thelace on the hem of her dress TREMBLE as she crosses her armsand hugs into herself, facing into the shadows. We fade toBLACK. We hear the FLICK of a light switch.

We fade up to see the Womans reflection in the mirror, armsby her side, her body BATHING in the SMOLDERING light. Behindthe mirror, sliding glass doors are open, allowing the roomto fill with the faint BASS of music playing, voices LAUGHINGand CHEERING at a party outside. The wind WHISTLES throughthe room whilst the soft sobbing continues within. We fade toBLACK.

We fade up hearing a clock TICK-TOCK, and track across aLUXURIOUS bed to reveal a MAN, his face a picture of GUILT.He SNIFFS, clears his throat, and pauses, as if he is aboutto say something, but his words become lost within a deepSIGH.

A dressing tables legs stand firmly on the floor, and we

hear the sweet TINKLING of perfume bottles as the Womansshaking hands search desperately through the sea of beautyproducts. The sobbing suddenly CEASES; her hands have found

what they were looking for.

The RATTLE of pills inside a plastic bottle cuts through theair. There is a pause, then a sharp CRASH of the bottle slamsagainst the wooden dressing table. The Woman grasps a glassand GULPS down its contents, which is occasionally broken upby her uncontrollable heavy breathing. She finishes theglass, almost BREATHLESS, and takes her time to gently placethe glass back onto the dressing table.

Several failed attempts to screw the lid back onto the bottleresults in an OUTBREAK of frustration in the form of weeping.

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The Woman picks up her hairbrush, and a sudden CHIRP of abird stops her in the tracks, and SILENCES the room. We heara few TWEETS, track up to see the dressing table. The birdremains perched, oblivious to the awkward atmosphere, SINGINGits beautiful tune.

We zoom out to see the entire room, revealing the WomansWORN face for the first time. She looks WITHERED withbetrayal, her posture CRUSHED by emotion. There is no twinklein her EYES, all they carry is exhaustion. She stands,

motionless, empty. The Man sits, head HUNG, eyes to thefloor. The bird continues its song.

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