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DEPT ITEM MODEL SOURCE LINK CAMERA SYSTEM C500 PAUL WALKER LENS ZEISS ZF GENESIS BATTERY KIT PAUL WALKER MATTE BOX MMB-2 JJ FILTRATION PRO MIST + LPL JJ FOCUS MANUAL FF JJ MACRO lens BEN MONITOR (D) PAUL WALKER MONITOR (AC) BEN

GRIP TRIPOD PAUL WALKER

DOLLY + TRACK ? JJ JJ HIRE: 227.4 GEN HIRE: 126

HIRE TOTAL 353.4 LIGHT 2k ALEX 1k ALEX 650 ALEX 350 ALEX 1k LED BEN Softbox BEN

SOUND Lav Mics Sennheiser G3 Lavs GENESIS Mixer Mixpre6 Shotugn Mic Rode NTG4+ Stereo Mic Zoom h1 GRAHAM Crew Details

CONTACT ROLE NAME EMAIL SITE MOB CV DIRCTER Alexander Miguel-Guerreiro [email protected] https://mouugg.com/07527937200 1AD SEAN PATEL GOULD [email protected] [1]https://sevenseas.media07588661040 PRODUCER ------DoP BENJAMIN LEGGETT https://www.benjaminleggett.com/7817331413 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fgHUN4wbduFFii58799kE7yLd36x1amNr-BtI3EGOms/edit?usp=sharing ACs BRADLEY SHEMMEL 7532194966 SCRIPT SUP. JORDAN PLETTS ART NINA ATHILL WARDORBE TBC SOUND ED CHAPPELL [email protected] GEORGE LEGGETT EDITORS TERESA HUNTER [email protected]://teresahunterdeterr.wixsite.com/hunterteresa?fbclid=IwAR2SdHbxNypolzUAklOl6Nz2XDObsPvv4lrMOwJI2jhoCi7LrDpLVLYEJsc

TRAVEL £200 HOUSING £90 FOOD £100 ACTOR TRAVEL£150 SHOOT DATES

LOCATIONS HILL SCENE SAT DAY CAFE - SAT EVE CINEMA - SUN 10am-1pm BOWLS GREEN - SUN PM

INSURANCE

SCHEDULE/MO

WEATHER Sat: Sunny & Gental Breeze 16 - 7 degrees c Sun: Sunny Inverals and a moderate Breeze 10 -3 degrees c LOCATION DAY TIME CAMERA NOTES SOUND NOTES must get a lot of details of every scene for the montage

Day 1 cafe scenes scene 1

INT. CAFE - MORNING -#1

RICKY NELSON - LONESOME TOWN PLAYS ON A RADIO 3

Plates clank as Graham enters a classic British builders cafe, his still dripping hair clings to his head. The cafe is mostly full. The tables are occupied by various townsfolk who are talking amongst themselves, their conversations are lost in 'S LONESOME TOWN.

Graham doesn't seem to take any notice of the mottled pale green walls or the matching laminate pine chairs and tables as he drifts towards the counter, which is at the far end of the room.

MARIAH, 40's, stands behind the counter. In one hand she holds a spatula, the other she wipes on her white apron, it leaves a greasy stain. FRANK, 50's, stands beside her. He's heavily leaning on a till which is likely as old as he is.

MARIAH Morning Graham, good swim?

GRAHAM Morning. Didn't win any medals but it was good, yeah.

Mariah smiles politely, appearing to only half-listen to Graham's reply. Graham returns the smile, seemingly happy to ignore the emptiness of the conversation.

GRAHAM You'd best get practicing your breaststroke, can't be long now till you go on that cruise. Mariah lights up at the mention of the cruise, this time her smile seems genuine.

MARIAH Oh yes, it's only a few months now, isn't it Frank?

Frank gives a well practiced nod, having clearly mastered the art of pretending to listen.

FRANK Morning Grey mate, hope you're well. Graham nods with a shrug.

GRAHAM Ain't keeled over yet. Frank lets out a single wheezy laugh which could easily be mistaken for a cough or even a death rattle.

MARIAH Usual is it?

GRAHAM Yes please Mariah, number 3 and a tea.

CUT TO:

AT THE TABLE - Graham is sat at the table, he watches a WAITRESS bring over a pot of tea, it rattles in her shaky hands. He seems to take in her facial features as she places it on the table.

GRAHAM First day eh? Don't worry you'll do fine. Just remember, if you’re about to drop something aim for Mariah.

The Waitress smiles awkwardly, clearly not comfortable with the interaction, before walking away. Graham, overlooking his failed social attempt, peers down into his teacup with a vacant smile. He takes a loud slurp.

CUT TO:

A fry-up is brought to Graham's table and is placed in front of him with a clunk. Graham smiles with appreciation but the Waitress has already turned away.

He scrapes up a overflowing forkful of food and shovels it into his mouth. Some beans escape and fall back onto the plate.

CUT TO:

Graham stares into the remaining bean juice on his plate. It slowly spreads outwards from the centre of the plate, trying to conquer any remaining clean spots.

scene 2

INT. CAFE - MORNING -#2

Graham stands at the counter. Eyes closed, he rubs his black lightly and flexes his shoulders, his slightly pained expression gives way to indifference. He opens his eyes.

FRANK Morning Grey ...

MARIAH Hurt ya back have you Graham?

GRAHAM Lost a few vertebrae in the pool. Bit of bacon will patch me up though.

Graham winks at Frank.

Frank sputters, he rasps as he begins his cough/laugh hybrid, which soon turns to a full blown coughing fit. Graham waits for him to finish.

GRAHAM (CONT) Number 3 and a tea please ...

AT THE TABLE --

Graham looks around at the other tables, no one looks back. He inhales deeply, seeming to take pleasure in the moment. He smiles comfortably to himself.

A teapot plonks down in front of him. Graham looks up, it's the same Waitress as before.

GRAHAM Thank you lovely

CLOSE UP OF MOUTH

Graham takes a big slurp. A trickle of tea runs down the side of his mouth, he licks it.

A plate full of food slides onto the table.

CLOSE UP OF MOUTH

Graham shoves a fork of food into his mouth.

scene 3

INT. CAFE - MORNING. #3

Graham begins to walk up to the counter as we watch through the window, distorted slightly by various reflections. His hair is soaking wet, it drips onto the floor. He's looking ahead of him towards the counter. Frank stands there alone.

Graham appears to be assessing the situation.

He nods at Frank, who nods back.

FRANK Morning grey mate! Good swim?

GRAHAM Morning, yeah not too bad. Where’s Mariah?

FRANK Oh ye, she's dead Grey mate. Number 3 is it?

Graham, clearly taken aback, stares at Frank with disbelief for a moment.

GRAHAM W.. What? God I'm sorry Frank, what happened?

FRANK Hmm?

GRAHAM To Mariah?

FRANK Ah, well, I mean...

Frank thinks for a second

FRANK (CONT) Yesterday, she just up and died. Bit of a shame really.

Frank smiles at Graham, who doesn't know how to react in his state of shock.

FRANK So, Number 3 was ...

GRAHAM That's awful, all those plans she had for the cruise ...

FRANK Ah, they were just plans Grey mate, doubt we would have actually gone.

Frank chuckles, just about managing to limit the ensuing coughing fit to a few short strained exhales.

Graham frowns deeply, unable to hide a troubled expression.

Through repeated blinks his eyes search for something which isn't there.

FRANK The usual then?

GRAHAM (MUMBLES) 3 and a tea, please, yeah.

AT THE TABLE --

Graham sits, seeming confused, he stares blankly at nothing as he tongues his cheek.

A tea is put on the table in front of him. He doesn't touch it, his stare unbroken. The tonguing continues.

A fry up slides onto the table. It has all the same ingredients as before apart from the bacon, which is missing.

Graham frowns and looks up to the counter. Frank, holding Mariah's spatula in one hand, is doing miscellaneous tasks.

Graham looks back to his plate. He scoops up a fork of food, he's seemingly unsatisfied by it.

CLOSE UP OF MOUTH

Graham shoves a baconless fork of food into his mouth and chews.

He looks dissatisfied.

cliff scenes scene 1

EXT. ON TOP OF CLIFF - AFTERNOON - #1

The cliff looms over the small provincial town. From the ledge, the activities of the inhabitants seem minuscule and insignificant, the people are ant-like in size.

Wind wails as it beats against the protruding cliff-face, the thin grass that covers the outcrop ripple like waves in the ocean.

A wooden leg penetrates the hard soil, it wiggles slightly before sinking in further. Graham, dressed in slightly smarter clothes than before, licks his lips as he concentrates on his actions. His hair now dry.

He runs his hand across the smooth surface of a white canvas.

scene 2

EXT. ON TOP OF CLIFF - AFTERNOON - #2

Graham begins by applying a light paint on the canvas, similar to the way Bob Ross begins an ambiguous painting, showing no details and only smears of one colour.

[KEEP AMBIGUOUS, MACRO DETAILS OF BRUSH PAST LENS]

He pours turpentine into a small porcelain cup which has various paint streaks on it.

scene 3

EXT. ON TOP OF CLIFF - AFTERNOON. #3

Graham is alone. The town below grinds onward, unchanged.

He paints for a while, his body still hides his landscape.

scene 4

EXT. ON TOP OF CLIFF - AFTERNOON. #4

Graham leans back in his chair, revealing a beautifully detailed landscape of the town and some boats in the distance.

He admires it with a reluctant smile, it's short-lived and soon begins to fade. After a few seconds he's left staring at it with unfocused eyes and a blank expression. He grasps his paintbrush tightly, his knuckles go white.

Graham leans forward and stares at the painting for a few moments. He begins thrusting the paintbrush through the canvas, it pierces it with a soft pop.

His eyes come into focus but his expression remains unchanged as he stabs the painting again, the canvas wobbles. He grabs it with his free hand and begins to pierce randomised holes throughout the landscape.

The canvas pops and rips softly as it battles the onslaught.

His seemingly emotionless appearance deceived only by his eyes, which throb with despair.

After a while the popping stops.

Graham's eyes begin to grow dull and emotionless once more.

He shifts his attention to the town in the distance, he rises and past the canvas without acknowledging it. We see him standing in the distance behind the painting.

The painting is tarnished. A boat has been destroyed, all that remains are the sails which protrude from a circular hole. The ocean is a sea of craters. The once peaceful sky now appears ravaged by some recent disaster of war.

GRAHAM I fucking hate this town.

Graham continues to look onward, the ant-like people move in the distance.

RICKY NELSON'S LONESOME TOWN BEGINS TO PLAY.

Day 2 cinema scenes scene 1

INT. CINEMA - AFTERNOON - #1

The cinema is dimly lit. Sharp beams of light flutter throughout the room from the projector, casting light on the dated red velvet seats and Graham's face.

The sound of the film resonates all around us with an indistinct sound of a rustling packet regularly.

Graham is the only spectator in the cinema.

He stares intently at the screen while placing singular pieces of popcorn in his mouth at equally timed intervals.

scene 2

INT. CINEMA - AFTERNOON - #2

CLOSE UP OF FACE

Light flutters across Graham's face while intently. We hear a different film as before. He places a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

A spectator is sat behind Graham a few rows back failing to hold back boredom.

Graham continues intently watching and places another piece of popcorn in his mouth.

bowls green scene 1

EXT. BOWLS GROUND. MIDDAY. #1 Graham dumps his gym bag onto the patchy green turf. The bag slumps into the ground.

He lets out a strained breath as he bends down and fumbles with the zips. He tugs at the stubborn zipper which fights against his attempt to open the bag. Graham mumbles under his breath, cursing to himself.

GRAHAM Piece of shit, lasts a lifetime my ass.

He eventually yanks the bag open, looking pleased with himself.

At the end of the pitch Graham places a small white ball.

He pulls a larger black ball with a red stripe on it out of the bag and caresses it lovingly before giving a practice bowl, lunging as he does so.

A pair of brand bright white trainers walk across the green. The protruding legs are wearing black tracksuit bottoms which are tucked into long white tube socks.

Graham turns and nods with a smile.

GRAHAM I've told you before about early birds and worms mate. Might as well give up now.

A black ball with a green stripe wobbles as it slowly comes to halt right next to the white ball.

Graham grimaces.

GRAHAM'S OPPONENT (OFF-SCREEN) Game.

Graham stands with his hands on his hips and turns away in frustration. scene 2

EXT. BOWLS GROUND. MIDDAY. #2

Graham grasps his gym bag, he appears to be loosing the fight to unzip it.

GRAHAM Come... on...

The bag suddenly opens, it's contents sprawl across the floor.

A pair of white trainers step on the green sea of grass.

Graham drops the bag onto the floor.

scene 3

EXT. BOWLS GROUND. MIDDAY. #4

Graham unzips his bag with ease and removes the different balls, placing them on the ground one at a time.

He bowls a black ball with a red stripe on it.

A pair of smart black woman's shoes step across the green. They walk for a few seconds before stopping.

SISTER (OFF-SCREEN) I see 2 O'clock is still the perfect time for bowls.

Graham stands up straight, clearly recognising the voice. He ponders for second before starting to bowl again.

Graham's SISTER, 50's, stands behind Graham with her arms crossed. She watches him, taking in his movements.

GRAHAM I didn't know they held conferences out here. That community centre has really put this place on the map.

SISTER I came to visit Mum's grave. She hated sunflowers y'know, said they smelled weird. GRAHAM Oh well, flowers are flowers, even ones that smell like a latrine.

Graham's Sister frowns.

GRAHAM (CONT) Why're you HERE?

SISTER Thought I'd see you is all.

Graham runs his hand across the smooth surface of a ball, he stares at it thoughtfully.

He bowls it wide.

SISTER Oh, nice, it's amazing what you can achieve with practice.

Graham shakes his head, a cheeky smile appears on his face.

GRAHAM You reckon I'll make the Olympic team?

Graham turns to face his sister, they share a warm look. SISTER

Let me check if they have a OAP's team first.

GRAHAM Oi, I'm only 7 years older than you, you little slug.

SISTER 8, Graham. Graham laughs with a shrug, before turning back to his bowls.

GRAHAM It's good to see you. When is it you fly out to LA?

SISTER Oh, I've decided not to take the job.

Graham faces his sister again, shooting her a serious glance. Without flinching, she meets his gaze, which lasts a few seconds. Her stoic expression remains unchanged.

GRAHAM Why?

Graham's sister shrugs.

SISTER Wasn't sure it was the right move.

GRAHAM That's never stopped you before. Besides what's not right about it? The pay alone should've done it.

SISTER Pay's not everything Graham.

GRAHAM True, but we both know a good opportunity when we see one.

Graham's sister looks downwards, the grass flutters around her feet, she brushes it aside.

SISTER It is a good opportunity, but I don't think I want it this time.

GRAHAM Why? SISTER I don't know, maybe I want to stay for once. I think I'm tired of chasing opportunities.

GRAHAM What? you're mad, what I wouldn't give to have something like that.

SISTER To have something like what? A career'? A sweaty commute? High blood pressure?

Graham stares silently.

SISTER (CONT) I want what you have. A community. A life.

Graham looks around the empty field. He seems to just now notice how far apart him and his sister have been standing. He walks towards her, a knowing smile on his face.

His sister watches Graham approach. Upon reaching her he grips her shoulders caringly and looks into her eyes with a sincerely. A subdued sadness is masked by tender smile.

GRAHAM I really think you should go. Graham lets go of his sister while he take a couples steps back to his bowls position and picks up a ball.

Graham's sister stands watching him thinking of his advice.

Graham begins to bowl. He raises his voice slightly so she can hear and changes the tone to be more light and friendly.

GRAHAM (CONT) Trust me, it'll be better than this!

They both stand in silence. Graham looks down the green watching his bowl and his sister stares at him with a look that matches his subdued sadness.

The ball rolls and comes to an end showing a good bowl. [1] [email protected]