Tuesday, February 19, 2008

50. Yearning Ears - Leslie






  • FADE IN:

  • INT. A HOLD IN THE MARIA DRAKE - DUSK

  • Small bare FEET walk carefully along the wooden planks of the dark hold, carefully avoiding chains on the filthy floor.

  • The feet belong to a SMALL GIRL in a dirty shift, slowly weaving her way between the bodies packed into the ship's belly, as it groans its way along the middle passage.

  • As she walks, she sings softly in an ancient language, the haunting melody causing the men and women she moves between to weep and reach for her.

  • INT. THE DECK OF THE MARIA DRAKE - DUSK

  • CAPTAIN WILLIAM MACEY paces the deck, in small agitated steps.

  • ROBERT ATWOOD, his first mate walks behind him.

  • ROBERT ATWOOD
  • Sir, it's fine sir, she's harming no one. And some of the men find her voice comforting.

  • CAPTAIN WILLIAM MACEY
  • I won't have it, there's something dark about those words; good Christian men have no need of heathen...

  • ROBERT ATWOOD
  • Sir, please, she's just a child.

  • A soft voice surprises them, and they spin. The girl stands on the deck, staring at the captain.

  • His mouth opens and he searches for words, fear playing in his eyes.

  • She begins to sing to him, walking slowly towards him.

  • His eyes and shoulders relax as she walks nearer.

  • The captain can't take his eyes off of her, the words enchanting him.

  • His first mate slips closer.

  • ROBERT ATWOOD
  • See sir, there's nothing wrong.

  • The spell breaks, and William Macey's eyes flash around the deck. His men stand still, entranced.

  • He pulls a large pistol from his belt and carefully takes aim, then fires.

  • The ball hits the girl in the chest, tearing words from her lips.

  • She falls to the deck.

  • Macey points at a sailor.

  • CAPTAIN WILLIAM MACEY
  • Overboard.

  • He turns away, walking in longer strides.

  • The first mate stares as the girl's body is lifted and thrown into the Atlantic.

  • There is a shriek from deep in the boat, then voices from the holds collectively rise in ululating cries.

  • The first mate clutches the deck, and watches as the little body disappears into the dark.

  • FADE TO BLACK.


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