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 Eve burr

 FADE IN

1. EXT.CAFE. MIDDAY.             

 

A café garden lit with fairy lights that drape against the walls, accentuated with laughter and a rose-tinted haze. We focus on …

 

ERIN,21, dressed in her work uniform. She walks out the café with a drink in one hand and waffles in the other. Receipts are flowing out of her apron pocket. She places them on the table of a man. Soft romantic music from the café can be heard from outside. ERIN get distracted by the man’s gaze as she tucks her hair behind her ear seductively.

                

 

In the corner of ERINS eye she notices a man in all black entering the café.

 

Abruptly, screams can be heard from inside the café.

 

ERIN turns around in shocked to what the hassle is about, she tries to make her way into the café, but a man stops her in her tracks.

 

                     MAN

               STAY WHERE YOU ARE!

 

He holds a gun to her head.

 

Everyone goes quiet. They all turn their heads towards ERIN, whilst she hangs her head in disappointment.

 

The rose-tinted hue turns into blue and grey tones.

 

                     DIRECTOR (O.S)

CUT!

ERIN! It’s your line. How many times do we have to do this until you get it right?

 

 

                      ERIN

Sorry, sorry! I just can’t remember it. My bad.

 

 

                      DIRECTOR (O.S)

 

    Sorry is not good enough ERIN. Get it together.

 

    Sighs of her fellow actors surround her. she sits dejected down on the table outside. While the faint chatter of her displeased co-workers fades into the background music.

 

CUT TO

2.EXT.STREET. NIGHT

 

We follow ERIN walking home. Her joggers drag along the floor, and jumper slips off her shoulder, constantly having to adjust it. The streetlights highlight her body as she walks home. She is all alone.

A text pops up on her phone. It reads “from john (co-actor): can’t wait for you to leave the show and so id don’t have to work with you every again.”

 

ERIN stares at it, hesitant to reply. She chooses to ignore the message.

 

She lights a cigarette and puts on her headphone and plays a song. The music become non-diegetic we hear nude by Radiohead.

 

CUT TO

 

INT.FLAT. NIGHT

 

Sound of door opening.

 

ERIN enters and greets her cat that stays patiently waiting for her at the door. Scuffing her dirty feet along the freshly bought carpet. She reads a note from her husband reading ‘will be home late, make dinner.’ ERIN frustratingly scrunches the piece of paper into a ball and chucks it across the room, her breathing is laboured. she holds her head in her hand, breathes in heavily, then moves on.

 

She clicks the kettle on placing a pot noodle beside it. As she waits for it to boil, she flicks through her collection of CDs, carefully selecting the perfect one. She enters the CD into the radio.

 

We hear nude by Radiohead play.

 

 

She slumps into the sofa, which is still covered in plastic wrap from two months ago, she endlessly scrolls through the channels looking for anything that might bring some enjoyment to her life.

 

She hears the kettle come to a boil; she reluctantly gets up.

 

Cut to

3.INT.HOUSE.NIGHT

 

We hear keys jangling into the door, forcing it to open.

ERIN jumps up of the sofa, quickly she gathers up the mess she makes, chucking the remains of her dinner into the bin.

Her husband walks in to the living room, stumbling and knocking things off the cupboard. She takes a step back, her hands trembling in fear.

4.MONTAGE of Erins day to day life

 Nude by Radiohead stills plays in the background, but it is more prominent.

 

INT.CAFE.DAY

 

ERIN is back at work, the cafe, she is repeating the same scene over again, every time she messes up, we see ERIN outside, we focus on the cigarette about to burn her fingers, but ERIN doesn’t even flinch. smoke fills the air and her lungs; she hides around the corner making sure people can’t see her. She goes back inside to try the scene again, but as before she still can’t it right.

 

FADE TO

 

INT.HOUSE. EVENING

 

ERIN performs her everyday mundane tasks. The pot noodle awaits next to the kettle for her. Erin checks her watch; the time is 6. She drags her body across her kitchen to feed her cat.

 

ERIN breakfasts consist of a piece of toast with butter on it. This contrasts with a split screen of the banquet of waffles, that sits Infront of her at the cafe. Erin face dauntlessly admires the waffles. ERIN at home, she slowly force feeds herself, staring blankly into space. ERIN at the café, her drab face turns quickly into the false smiling character as the scene starts.

 

 

END MONTAGE. song fades into the background.

 

CUT TO

 

5. INT.CAFE. MIDDAY

 

ERIN sit on a table, analysing her script repeatedly. She overhears a discussion behind her. She shakes her legs anxiously, the cup of coffee tremors along with her.

 

 

DIRECTOR

You need to talk to her for me. Please you the closest one to her.

 

 

CO WORKER

I don’t know what to say to her I don’t even know her. let alone like her.

 

 

DIRECTOR

Just please anything to get this show on the road.

 

 

ERINS co-worker sighs as he lowers himself into the seat opposite Erin. she glares at him in confusion.

 

COWORKER

ERIN. Look(sighs) whatever is going on in your life. You know we are here for you.

 

 

His hand reaches slowly out to hers; she pulls hers away instantly.

 

 

 

COWORKER

If you need any help with the script, just ask me. Anytime.

 

 

ERIN

Yeah, okay thanks.

 

 

He leaves once again leaving ERIN sat alone dejected.

 

 

 

CUT TO

INT.FLAT. NIGHT

 

 

    ERIN at home, clears away all her pots, and plumps the pillows on the sofa.

     We see ERIN from the view of the cat bowl as she pours the food in.

 

    ERIN in the show. The man holds a gun up to her face

 

     ERIN at home. She sits down on the sofa staring at us, she pulls her hand up to the side of her head.

 

The music climaxes and we hear a gunshot.

 

Blackout and cut to

 

 

INT.FLAT. NIGHT

 

 

We focus on ERINS cat that wonders over to its food bowl. It nibbles at the overly full mound of food.

 

 

 

BLACK OUT.

                             END.