Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Pre-production- Production Script

This here is our third production script, after having redrafted it twice. Due to organisation of actors and such we have made the decision to cut Detective Donovan out of the script (he was originally written in as visiting Hunter alongside Detective Reilly).

FADE IN

1.        INT. DARK ROOM- NIGHT

Black screen S.F.X Gunshot
A young woman stands with a smoking gun in both her hands, pointing it at the camera. A strip of light illuminates her face and the gun- the background is in darkness. She looks scared. The scene fades out, the music begins over a black screen

2.        INT. HUNTER’S STUDY- NIGHT

Opens with a close up of fingers typing on a typewriter

Titles superimposed over series of shots:

-   Fingers on typewriter –
-   Smoking cigarette on ash tray –
-   Black coffee on table -  
-   Draft pages on table –
-   Whisky bottle on table –
-   Hand taking Cigarette -
-   Lips taking drag of cigarette –
-   Newspaper articles on the wall of Esmeé -
END titles


3.        INT. HUNTER’S STUDY- NIGHT

HUNTER is at his typewriter.

HUNTER V.O
It was November 1952 when the detective arrived at my door. To be honest, I’m surprised he showed up so soon, considering I had been in New York for two years. But I suppose no more can be expected from the New York Police Department.

There are three raps on the door, O.S. Hunter pauses for a second, and then puts out his cigarette, and stands up. The camera cuts to Hunter opening the door.

4.       INT. HUNTER’S DOORWAY- NIGHT

REILLY
Are you Mr Hunter Phoenix?

HUNTER
Apprehensive
Yes…




REILLY
My name is Detective John Reilly.

REILLY flashes his badge at HUNTER

I was wondering if I could ask you some questions, about the case of Esmeé Amé-Libre.

HUNTER
Right. Well, you’d better come in

HUNTER opens the door wider, and walks into his study. REILLY steps over the doorstep, closes the door and follows him in. HUNTER walks into his study, REILLY remains in the living room, looking around.

HUNTER O.S
Scotch?

REILLY
Sure

The camera follows REILLY into the study. HUNTER is pouring two glasses of whisky

REILLY
There’s been a rumour that you’re writing a book about the criminal Esmeé Amé-Libre.

REILLY points towards the typewriter

                           Con’t
Is this it?

HUNTER
Yes. I’m just adding the finishing touches

REILLY
Let’s get to the point here, Mr Phoenix: Is it true that your book suggests that the murder of Mayor Jack Manning wasn’t committed by his mistress Esmeé Amé-Libre?

HUNTER
That is one of the theories I’ve explored, yes

HUNTER hands REILLY a small glass of scotch

REILLY
Well who do you think it was then, Mr Phoenix?

             HUNTER
As I say; it’s just a theory

REILLY surveys him for a moment, his eyes narrowed

REILLY
Another of your theories says that Amé-Libre was wrongly convicted- that she was framed BEAT by the NYPD

HUNTER does not reply but takes a sip of whisky

Con’t
You can see how these claims would be pretty damaging to New York Police?

HUNTER remains silent

Con’t
For someone so good with words you sure are quiet. BEAT You moved to New York in April 1950?

HUNTER
That is correct

REILLY
The case had been closed for over a year. Why move so late?

HUNTER
Dismissively
Oh you know, news travels slow, the details of the case didn’t reach England

There is a pause. The men consider each other

REILLY
Jack Manning was the most popular Mayor New York city has ever had. He was brutally murdered by his mistress, Esmeé Amé-Libre, in cold blood. In 1949, I personally ensured that she was put to justice. This book-  

He gestures towards the typewriter

Cont’d
Will not go down well with the people of New York. The case has been closed, Mr Phoenix, Amé-Libre did it. I’d think twice before you try and publish this book of yours. It will make you an unpopular man in this city, Mr Phoenix

HUNTER
I’m not here to make friends, Detective.

REILLY
That’s your lookout is it?

HUNTER does not reply

REILLY
We’ll be seeing you again, Mr Phoenix

The detective walks out. HUNTER sits down at his desk and lights a cigarette.

FADE OUT

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