31 January 2023

Electra’s dictionary blurring the diary lines (for film noir jmmusechron)

 All those months spent in the Adirondaks ….I swear, it was like solitary confinement. strange to think of where I was before.who is worse? family or stranger.do I ever reach the shore to safety….do I…do I?

it seems never a good time for r and r. things have kept hitting me in the face and only now I realize it is almost ten years later….and I am out of breath

So let me tell you about purpose shall I?


I am just a lonely old bard who is 

   ever steadfast and why; for the saga; for the leaf of paper flying through the subway with my long lost notes that somebody found 

I am compelled to leave you my readers with this next line: 

You will always find him watching the board….that is how it is referred to; the “board” ….and it is always somewhat in view 

28 January 2023

more artist mad side notes

 I have posted this drawing before but—to explain 

so this was actually a study I did for Demeter as —if you look at the picture of the larger detail below—her hand is curved open as it was to have the pomegranate in her hand as she gazed hopelessly at it and I was going to show the missing seeds inside the fruit for when Hades used the seeds to trap Persephone 

Demeter notes/cathartic & self harm


Demeter & Persephone 



 

I never finished this. It was nine feet wide and six feet high. I gessoed the canvas without stretchers and nailed it to the wall. 
I slashed it to pieces with my double edged bowie knife  ….for obvious reasons, circa 2015


She was meant to look grey like a zombie and the blood from her abdomen was symbolic of the rage towards earth and humanity due to her torment and grief for the loss of her daughter 



storyboard












 

on a strange impulse, I looked my mother up on Google the other day using her full name. they had her listed as being alive and the age with…. with the phone number I recognize ….what madness possessed me to even look her up? but no, I found myself …. wondering …. what if…. ?

and such a lurch within me 

….and my hand reached to dial the number 

forged in the mouth of hell

floated to me…. a raft through darkest night; I reached for the hand but I heard his call; his compass; my normal, sois-y fidèle

27 January 2023

Vargi Scene from script notes

Note: This scene was meant to go before the death scene of Elan 


Electra’s dictionary Film Noir Viking Past Life Scene Script Notes


Open to an ominous overcast and darkened scene of the beach, the waves crashing with 


The dog is barking 


We go into the hut, enter through the window and see Elan is sat hiding under the table with the bowls, she is huddled in fear and her arms are wrapped around herself as she presses her face into one of the hides, breathing in the familiar scent that still clings to the fibers 


Elan: (whispers) Raoul …. snälla kom hem…. dewch adref [she weeps into the hide]


[the dog comes to comfort her]



The angle moves outside side the hut to the settlement thst is wracked with the storm 


But from the shadows we see Ulf, at first in shadow as he ‘walks’ past an isle between the long houses —he uses a wood stick to hobble awkwardly along, and in the wind, it is clear that only a mad berserk Viking bent on revenge would drag himself for this opportunity 


And as he clears the shadows we see he swings an ax


The lighting is strange 


It is the time of year when the sun does not long go down and as it is what would be the middle of the night the sun has already begun to rise but the storm throws an eerie light with the clouds 


From above the settlement we watch as Ulf crosses to close the distsnce to the hut


Move to inside of hut, close up of Vargi


Vargi: [growls looking up]


Elan: [now reacts to dog and sits up to listen fearfully. She is whispering:] Raoul…. dewch os gwelwch yn dda….[she is whimpering quietly, she is clearly terrified]





Ulf: [shouting in a call near the hut as he approaches] du kan inte gömma dig för mig nu (you cannot hide from me now)


Vargi growls 


Elan gets up and goes to Raoul’s work area. She picks up a wooden shield and a small knife, and a bludgeoning instrument from his work shop; but she is clearly trembling 


Ulf: komma ut!


Elan [gasps] [whispers:] Vargi! 


She slips through an under slot beneath Raoul’s workshop; there is an opening hidden behind a shrub and she hides beneath the shrubs in the muddy, sandy, earth and makes the sound of one who tries to hold back her own whimpering 


We hear the dog barking


Fade out


Fade in 


To same scene, same shot that must be hours later. The storm passed but we see she is exhausted from fear by the way her profile is turned as she stares at nothing and in shock; half asleep in the sand


Pull back


The dog is dead several feet away 


But Elan is still hidden where she is. She does not move 


Fade out


Open same scene and sunny day again


Elan still hidden where she is. It seems as if she is dead 


Pull back to another dog who is seen sniffing nearby and Ulf not far behind hobbling along 


The dog finds Elan’s hiding spot as he clamps with his teeth through her shawl


Elan: 

[With sudden strength born of terror] uses the shield she has been laying on to bash over the dogs head ]


Then goes back into the hut, not knowing where to go


Instinctively goes to the workshop and picks up the biggest sword lying around as she stands watching st the hut door 


We hear the scrape of Ulf’s hobble and stick as the sound approaches 


  


26 January 2023

 gosh, the places I have wandered to, my solitary pilgrimage.my solitude ….do you follow me 

 all these years, it has been my diary by my side ….this one I write ….my dictionary with codes to things that matter to me and somehow matter too to more beyond my own celves 

my diary; my only constant all these years though publicly I write

on the dharma path …. you have been my dearest friend 

I would be invisible without you and thus would not even exist ….do you still see me

the best place to hide a spy…. is in the theatre 

24 January 2023

and be sure to keep it well tended

don’t let the weeds overtake it; keep out the invasive species 

…..and always know your true north 

the only safety is to stay challenged to your path

 it is so easy to mistake comfortable as safe.until you find yourself buried under what if’s.then it chokes your lungs

23 January 2023

more endless thoughts

 Of all things to forget to mention about Uncle Marvin—the one who lived out his days in Tuscany with the pool that was filled with spring water —so, how he met Helena Rubinstein was because —he was an entertainer on the cruise ship she —either owned or….well, I forget the details but, alas, the point is: he also loved the stage so…. 

Our dear mysterious ancestor trapeze artist from Warsaw of whom we don’t even know her name, poor thing ….but she left such a mark on us all. 

We are all of us so high spirited ….or were. As I am the last. My Persephone is ….yes, every bit the wild high spirited artist but she is not of the revolution. Whatever her name was. I guess the flaming stamp of the other (Hades) line pressed harder in some ways upon my line rendering it nearly invisible on Persephone 

Still, wonder what she was like— twelve children had to be time consuming and exhausting with no time for any art…. was her family from some other place before her —and what family did she run away from and why; rags or riches….was Manny worth running away with, I wonder ….did her family back there ever know what became of her in America? I never heard anyone ever mention any ties to —the Old Country; that is, I don’t remember them mentioning but I would have been too young to follow their conversations  ….and isn’t that such a mystery but then —there were always the wars; theirs would have been before or around the first big one. as well as the second. so.maybe that’s why


Electra’s dictionary & film noir/Current day/Some more ännu mer rörig smörgås(jmmusechroncont)


I have come to honor the knowledge of—in order to move forward, it’s necessary to recognize where you have been 


which is why I pace myself 


like those celves ….. we step away ….maybe it is from the scene I knew from Peter Pan as a child; how the shadow came apart from his body —


you put it in a drawer all neatly folded. bury under socks 


close the drawer 

****&I am in the penthouse staring out….

What does Jörn mean to me? and that Manhattan skyline from the view of the penthouse ….watching cars and people like little ants 


“Are you coming?” Jörn catches me on my way back towards the kitchens 


“I need to do something first,” I say and after he leaves I glance back into the outer hall and I see  the usual suspects of two more smörgås Viking shadows just by the bend of the emergency door 


I grab hold of the sleeve of Andreas’ jacket 


“wait!” and I give a good yank 


“Whoa skit!!! fan!!! You are stronger than you appear!” he says to me as I pull him with me back to the first kitchen 


“So what is going on?”

“I swear I am not a part of this whole scheme!” he says in his defense 


“Oh, so there is a scheme!?” I say and push him into the kitchen chair that parallels the floor to ceiling window exposing a view of Central Park  


“I—as….fy….jävlar….” he sighs in defeat “….didn’t say that….” he looks out the window 


“Listen….about your dad…. it is not that I don’t care or don’t love him, it is that I don’t know if I know who he really is because he shares so little of himself. And—it feels like …. Andreas, clearly, he is hiding so much! —that I swear!! I mean— I start to imagine his secret lives—I imagine he has kids with someone else or more than just one someone else…. how many or how meaningful are they to him—or am I …even?you see? I dont even know …. not just maybe he’s had secret marriages but what is he really hiding? Inside? Why won’t he be …. real….with me—he should know I am worth the risk by now but….” I look at Andreas and let go of his arm, “I’m sorry,” I say and take a breath and sit down, “I don’t like how it makes me feel. To put my faith in a person who keeps his whole life a secret from me …. I feel extremely insignificant to him…. or, at best, a kind of affliction he must slack when the mood comes over him—“


“He’s written an opera for you!”


“Gosh! ….you sound like your father!” I say and cover my face “you miss the subtle point…. where is he when I need him—the day to day?—the small moments of ….being connected, of trusting ….our shared comfortable silences that only comes from shared moments and time; learned; shared; time ….but what will happen when his game of musical chairs runs out of seats and all he has left is a cache of meaningless sex toys that no longer give him a rise? And he’s left with the last bimbo or whom ever —was dumb enough to take all the insults….and nobody really worth his time.”


“First of all, I don’t think he is married to more than one person,”Andreas laughs 


“Oh are you sure? I’d not put it past him. He has a sex toy in every port ….I would bet,” I say as I sit back in the bistro chair and look out at the view and shrug, “but do you know what? I know ….he knows I am capable of knowing ….there is a deeper side to him ….and it is —I —guess he never got over his crutch…. they enable him in his fog —and he treats everyone the way he believes he was wronged by—who was she again?—he told me once—oh, I don’t know—but—so it’s easier to continue blind. I don’t know what I mean to him. I am not really even sure I mean anything to him. A passing curiosity. So I’d rather invest my faith in what I know and that is, nobody owns me, I don’t need anyone. I belong to me.” And after a breath I say, “I was never special to my father. Or my mother either. I was invisible to them. Sometimes I was not even sure I was there or existed…. I’ve been chasing a mirage, you see? To win that from some elusive ….Agamemnon…. to be that to him.Silly how things haunt you forever.”


“Well, all I know is,” Andreas pushes his chair back and stands up, “he’s not married to two people—or at least I can say; my mother is not one of them….”


He stands there and looks at me.


“What?” I say


“No.”


“Since when?”


“Since never,” he says and with his father’s eyes he looks me straight in the eyes.


“But no—I mean, when she came— back in the Adirondaks and your grandmother was there and—“


“It’s been a stupid family joke—or I should say ‘lie’ ….”Andreas laughs, “nobody in Sweden gets married really these days so it doesn’t come up but—I guess once my grandmother made a big deal about it but…. my mother refused so they ….had a pretend ceremony to please my grandmother ….but I realized about a year ago that she knows it’s a lie but we are all forced to play her silly pretend family lie.”


It takes a long stunned moment to fully grasp what he has said 


I sit back down. 


 

21 January 2023

Film Noir Script scene notes continues: Lobby scene/getting mail

 




Camera shot of the apartment lobby 


On left are the lifts/elevator 


Behind camera would where mail boxes are


Directly ahead 12:00 is a desk reception 


To the right and facing lifts is the main entrance 


We are looking down from above  but not high up at ceiling just high enough to see tops of heads 



I spoke to an old friend of mine—Gerald from my bookstore days. He became a scholar but he was always an odd mix of science and metaphysics. He believes in the works of Edgar Casey and things of this nature


He calls me out of the blue today to say,

“I had a dream about you and thought I should tell you about it....”


He goes on to say,

“I saw him in the dream—you say his name is Jörn?”


But he says,

“you have unfinished business you two, that’s why he’s in your life.”



The lift door opens


and as this happens, Electra is facing out into the lobby 


Jörn is seen by her now for the first time


He is on his way towards where the lift is but the penthouse uses a different lift than the rest of the inhabitants of the apartment building’s residences 


He is on his way to one and in the moment as her lift door opens they are for the first time face to face


This should be a dramatic moment


As he would not have expected her in that moment, for one second, we see he is taken off guard


Jörn looks at Electra. His expression would be a bit stunned to see her just then, not quite prepared for it


Electra would miss his initial reaction as he sees her first. He is able to cover his look of surprise before she sees it. 


As soon as he covers the expression is when she looks up


His expression is intentionally put on to seem annoyed or bored by her and her friend’s appearance which she may interpret as a kind of insulting rebuff, so, Jörn might appear as condescending at the moment 


This may not have been his original intention but the quickest he was able to do as he is clearly a bit shaken by her appearance —which is only revealed by the manner in which he grips the handle of his cello case and accidentally bumps into someone


But all Electra catches is his unintended but insulting look which confuses her as she seems also quite shaken by something about him, presumably his physical appearance which we only know once he walks past to reach the other lift


So we see her turn to look at him, as she and Gerald leave their lift


And to emphasize this, Gerald is seen looking first oddly at Electra and then towards whom she stares at


Gerald: Electra!


[now Electra walks right into an obvious marble column]


Electra: ouch! [hurts herself on the column from her encounter and impact]


Jörn happens to see her do this but his expression is still in a kind of dazed stare


The stare is enigmatic and hard to interpret why even as we, the audience have our own suspicion 


But Gerald catches Jörn’s expression noticing something about Jörn’s stare, before he glances curiously back at Electra


Gerald: do you recognize him from somewhere?


Electra: who?


Gerald: the guy with the cello


[they are on their way out and heading out towards the door to the street]


Electra: that stuck up guy? Did you see that condescending look he gave me?


As they leave the building, the expression Gerald has as he looks at Electra, walking out the door, strongly suggests that the look he saw Jörn give her was not how she called it at all which seems to make him wonder about why she is so upset by this as he hides almost a smile to alert the audience Gerald has picked up on her/their ‘energy’



Fade out this image of them leaving the door to the street


Open to same shot from interior as we now see, daylight trickles through the lobby windows as Jörn is seen walking in from outside with his cello


Camera angle now moves to the wall on the left where all the post boxes are


We now see Electra retrieving the mail and looking at the envelopes


Close up of business addressed envelopes, some bills, and things about the museum as envelopes addressed this way: Ethan Rhys-Jones Museum


She goes through the mail over and over looking for something. We see she is on the phone


Electra: no, the bank card isn’t here, and my other doesn’t work here so—it still hasn’t arrived, Gerald


We see Jörn watching her as he walks in the direction of the mailboxes and waits for her to end the call as he watches her with clear interest and clear intention he is about to approach her


his detail are much more clear


Impeccably dressed in the formal attire of a concert musician with black suit and jacket, etc. but other details reveal a much higher caliber of material detail. Shoes, watch (platinum—not designer as later it will be revealed this is his own design and make), his grooming is also perfect. His blonde hair is longish to reach a neat pony tail, tastefully pulled back, professional highlights in his hair, not in a gay manner, this should be more his own vanity and personality; even his nails air neatly manicured. There is a strong sense he could be deadly by his expression and his muscular build that is camouflaged under the black suit and black trench coat he wears over the suit


This should be a scene lit like an old black and white Film Noir; sharp shadows, more or less looking black and white for affect; for mood; the tones shift as the scene would allow it to influence the mood of the intrigue 


she concludes her call with Gerald 


she reaches to get her bag off her shoulder to put both her phone and the mail away, she then is seen from the side as Jörn is about to approach


She stands frozen as she recognizes him from earlier scene


He walks over but now his expression is friendly as he starts to approach her


This throws her off as she seems to go from wanting to head away from him to go to the penthouse lift until she sees his expression, so she stops and nervously waits for him to approach


Jörn: Electra? —American, right? 


Electra: [looks up and waits]


He looks at the mailbox she just closed and touches the number


Jörn: your postal box is right next to mine— I keep getting your mail— I have it upstairs ….


Electra: oh! 


Jörn: [takes out a fancy pen and a small notepad in a case. We watch him write down his name— Jörn Milstrom— he writes his flat number: 812 and tears it off then hands it to her] I can’t get to the penthouse so why don’t you come by when it is convenient to pick up your mail?

















I don’t need you to be tough, I need you to be true 

 I am the dawn to your darkness

Film noir scene ‘Script Notes’ continued

 


Again—forgive the crudity and obvious crazy errors, I was sleep deprived from terror during the writing but I was constantly writing there just to stay alive (I have downplayed the events from last year for legal reasons) so even spelling my own name was confusing at times for me up until about March of 2022


Film noted continued/Scene 

Scene opens:

What should appear quite obvious is that the layout of Jörn’s flat looks like how it looked in the hut. The places Jörn has chosen to place things. He has a wood burning stove in his flat that is in the exact place where the forge was in the hut. As this is the living room, the place where there is a kind of scandi style couch which would be facing the window that would have a view of Stockholm over the water. The couch has a shaggy white hide across it. Here we should zoom in. And as the camera moves to zoom on the hide, Electra too is in the frame as she too curiously hypnotized by the hide. Here there will be a quick flash of Elan holding the hide to her face to inhale the scent of Roal. 


At this moment, Electra shudders 


Then shrugs it off in the obvious way


She walks around and the camera pulls back as we see her casually circle back in the direction of where we see Jörn standing 



It is an open plan kitchen. Everything is white, immaculate or of a natural, pale wood tone, 


Electra walks around and seems mesmerized by the layout of the flat. She is oddly somehow drawn to stare




Jörn smiles looking up from making coffee using a French press, he shrugs casually and pours the coffee 




Jörn: Oh the quiet? I had all the walls soundproof insulated because of my playing...I did it when I first got the place


Electra: Really?—so you can play as loud as you want all hours of the night if you feel like it?


Jörn: Yes. And do. That is why I did that. Sometimes in the middle of the night.... when I cannot sleep....[he shrugs]I always have been this way. I did it last night when you were asleep, did you hear?


OVERVOICE of Electra: I think as he watches me.... but it was a dream.... I thought


Jörn: It was one the things my wife could not stand about me 


OVERVOICE: [ whispers this] he smiles like a lecherous vampire; the kind that wraps you in and keeps you willingly there.




Up to here^has been put in script








“Wait....” I say, “I heard you at the piano....? Or was that part of....” but then I remember my dream suddenly.... because it was so strange. I remember music.


I’ve used this part now:


[[[[.... I remember it was like some Bela Lugosi scene only —it was some place outside ....with the moon. It was such a strange dream. Yes, it was an early or ....late sky; a pale light ....outside—somewhere....cold with snow and something else that was odd. A fire pit of some kind. Like a kind of forge. And everything was gray. The sky and the frozen ground.... all the same]]]]


This makes me shudder now


He’s watching me in a strange way. He turns his head to look down at me and studies me, his head to one side,

“does my playing disturb your sleep?” 


Have used the part in script now


[[[His question baffles me. I almost don’t comprehend his words. It seems almost like another language. And it is as if instead I heard him say something else —that makes no sense.... I try almost to hear —that instead.... ]]]]]


he hands me coffee


And as I take the coffee....I know. It feels....like a flashback —I take it from him.... and our hands briefly touch.... yes it feels— like we have done this so many times before


The fire pit....]]]






I look up at him now and remember the question,

“no.... it does not disturb....” I say this even as a warm shudder rushes through me


I think too of last night with him.... and how sometimes in sleep....we join.... it happens in sleep....it’s happened before—and it seems to mix with dreams. And scenes of memories like a movie I don’t know why I see. But he feels, every time, more and more ....like part of ....my self; part of a subconsciousness; shared....


Does his playing disturb....?





Yes, I remember him getting up in the night and watching his shadows on the wall. As if I expected him to....












You look like your father, I see that as ....I’ve been looking things up about him....”





“What did you mean the other day when you told me that I looked familiar to you when you first saw me?”


He tries to find words. I watch him draw his brows together and he begins to smile but it’s an awkward smile, he shrugs,


“like from a dream. Or a story.... that feels more like an old memory—blurry but real....and it is only real because of the strange emotions—emotions....? Is that what I mean....?” he looks into my eyes again and still holds my face in his hands and shakes his head,”I knew what your voice would sound like before you even spoke— at first I was going to ignore how curious it made me—but then I saw you again and.... this time your eyes briefly met me—“


I suddenly remember this now. It was a day with Nigel.... the day with Eliot.... I only saw Jörn in passing as we were in the lobby and he stepped out of the elevator. He seemed to be laughing to himself as he looked over at us and I remember feeling almost insulted by his expression of superior disdain and wondering what it meant. And why it bothered me


We both are at that moment together right now as we both think of this day in the lobby


I remember how my heart jolted when I saw him—and it was irrational to me ....I remember thinking. And strange too I was attracted to his insulting grin as he stared at me with those pirate’s undead eyes that burned like sparks of lightning.


He says now to me,

“I was reading the part again in your blog—the entry about when you had been approached by an investigator back in The Hague—and something about that really sticks out in my mind....”


“Why?” I ask why ....but I am really wondering how far back he has read. So many of my entries are meant to just analyze through streams of consciousness; so I find myself quite disconcerted


“Because —you said you had something happen to you.... some mystery about how your arm became suddenly paralyzed....?”


It is how he says this that makes me shudder now but I nod.


“Your legal father—“ but he stops himself when he sees me shudder again. He is analyzing my expression far closer than makes me feel comfortable. Instead he says, “he traveled for his business— did you say that one day he left suddenly on a mysterious business trip after —“


I interrupt him,

“the blood test —yes. I know what you’re thinking....”


Jörn sighs,

“your father’s business had to have been a cover operative and things don’t make sense about what happened after your return to the US. Why your assault was never reported and you were never taken to see a doctor....”


I pull away, I go to sit at the table and set down the coffee cup.


I don’t like these things about my past. I hate remembering them. I cover my face inside my hands. Close my eyes.


At first I feel him just watch me for awhile. After a couple of minutes he sits down too across from me at the table


“So you think you are piecing together clues,” I say now. “What is that about? Do you think there’s an old Cold War political plot?” I force a laugh


“No, min lilla duva, I think that your legal father was trying to have you murdered— what was the cause of the paralysis? Did they ever discover the reason? Some kind of virus was it? But then the doctor discovered you had a spinal injury from childhood....”


“Jörn—even if there is some kind of mystery there, do you really think it has any baring on the present?” I ask


“You say you are interested in learning about the purpose of each of our lives; existentialism; purpose and Truth; what your project you say is all about,” he continues holding me caught in his accuracy, “your blog ....you as you write you are delving through and searching for purposes of ones meaning or the significance of an individual’s individual identity.... why these differences in all of us have purpose—isn’t that what you said the other night?”


....the champagne on New Years.... I forgot about this conversation—evidently I became philosophical about myself and isn’t that always awkward the next day?


“The only way to look at truth, my tragic Electra, is by acknowledging the whole truth about who you are—do you understand the necessity of acknowledgement? Otherwise you are not really wholly conscious, are you? So how can any personal discovery hold merit as a Truth?”


“Ok—yes,” I hear his words but he misses something else, “how do I do that now when these crimes are too late to be put to justice—for this purpose of acknowledgment??”


“But is that not the whole purpose of your ‘dictionary’—defining, you are defining, yes? That is your proof that you search for. The one that gives you permission. You are caught in your own shackles and will run out of air unless you give the mermaid back her voice.”


“Only there is no way I can tell my story..... not here. Not in this country. You understand that don’t you? I mean why.... why I still have to keep my real identity secret.”


He does not respond right away but seems instead to search my face before he says,

“you are an artist haunted by a past and the only way to be released is through your work expression. Your work is necessary not for commercial success so much as the need to express this as an artist’s right for existence. The irony of notoriety and the need to be recognized....” he chuckles like it is a personal inside joke. He shrugs, “you need to get this out.....maybe you should do it in Stockholm....” then says in his language, as if only for himself:


“gör en svensk film. Det skulle vara en psykologisk thriller. Kallar det en modern Electra. Vad sägs om en ordlista på svenska? Kalla det konst.”


Only I don’t know what he is saying only that I sense ....as I always have: language is a good place to hide


a dictionary



4 January 2019 Dear Me, notes to a stranger


When I open my mouth to speak no sound is heard


People say ‘you can never really run away...’ or ‘you can never go home again...’


Maybe this is why I am lost


I search for identity. I search for myself .... only I am not really looking for myself


not exactly


It is meaning I search for. As in....regards to purpose. As in the individual’s purpose. So in searching for ‘myself’ it is more that I am searching for a personal brand of purpose as relevant meaning ....for some greater whole; universe.


Does that mean I am some kind of zealot? That I am deluded in thinking that there is any purpose for our universe? Any purpose to our universe?


The universal consciousness....  well, I don’t really care if anyone considers me deluded this way. For me, it is more necessary to search for this Essential Truth


Whether I make sense to anyone.... I have only become tired of searching for proof


Because I cannot quit myself, can I? I cannot escape my own thoughts. I have done exercises where I change my way of thinking or changed my narrow opinions of some matters I fall into being blind about as I know I am not perfect.... I do know that—but after sifting through the debris of my mind over years of discussion with all walks of life, studies through research and my own travels which this last few years I have done a lot of



....well, I have found that one cannot escape oneself nor one’s essential truths


They just haunt you


And chase you down..... to be true to the Self is .... the actual teacher. It is so easy to believe that the Self are the negative criticisms you find yourself guilty of


I call my alter ego Electra


Because at the center of my madness


....yes my madness..... because I realize that this chaos I live within is a kind of madness


I cannot live without my madness.... you see, the center is my father’s rejection of me from my earliest life memory. It devastated me as a child


It influenced my understanding of my own importance to the opposite gender. It was like having been told my own gender was not acceptably up to my father’s standards.... it’s an innate sense all the way inside of my own personal self value. I did not adequately measure up to my father, in my mind and so I felt emasculated of my feminine gender


and to compound this was the Oedipal secret that I am unable to speak of


Except here


through suggestion. The riddles. The themes. The themes.... which are the hints of codes to follow


It is a dictionary I write. A dictionary that lists my versions of meanings of words. My invented codes that let me hide my clues kept only for me.


Or the very very clever


I dare you


It is such a heavy .....shame—so Electra bears it


As I run away from Chris, my estranged husband to people that reflect with fun house mirrors warped reflections back to me


“Mirrors should reflect before throwing back images,” Cocteau said, and forgive me for loosely quoting him this way.... he also said, “there is nothing worse to a poet to be admired through being misunderstood....” his tragedy of a poet



I did not feel seen by Chris. I felt invisible to him. I don’t know why unless it was that I felt he did not hear ....what my heart was asking him for


It was to be acknowledged and to have this reinforced by expressing to me his acceptance —for all that I am.


To heal the rejection


It was wrong to need this from him. I suppose. But it was what I needed


You cannot run away from your essential self. This I have found. Even if I have tried the Pavlov conditioning to convince myself that my sense of gender is good enough for the opposite gender for which I long for.... I will never believe it


Electra’s dictionary is code for Oedipal’s dictionary, as in accordance with Heraclitus


When I look up at Jörn I see he has been reading this.....


He says,




“Your voice is lost here.... but maybe it’s the language.”


I realize now that he knows that I am stronger than he is; but it was not for his strength I have loved him. It was for his humanity and loyalty to me that I grew strength from ….was it all fraud?how can I live with that ?

believe in the arts, practice the arts, support the arts; it’s what reminds us to be human

I have said it before but it bears repeating~

I have always looked upon all the great classical works 

as part of an on going conversation through time

told through the centuries; delivering their message to posterity, to be picked up and continued with the gems of all the gained knowledge of their time and then they to pass on to the next future 



20 January 2023

The Script continues; scene: How the modern spy story opens in the script


A quick long shot view of Jörn from above leaving the New York philharmonic carrying a cello and dressed in musician formal performing attire 


Fade out


Fade in


Outside the Manhattan apartment building where Electra’s late father’s penthouse is 



Next image: streams of sunlight make horizontal patterns of shadows and sunlight that come from the horizontal blinds (symbolic)


This should look like a 1940’s s looking interior of an private office; film noir-ish as if Humphrey Bogart is about to show up. Almost like a retro Private Eye Investigator style . All surfaces are immaculately kept, uncluttered. Only basics, nothing personal is seen out anywhere no phots, no family mementos 


The cameras first shot The decor of the room.   is to set the mood of current day’s mood of the film; drawing on tongue in cheek poke at Scandi-noir while also using style film noir for poetic license for storyline and heavy use of black and white


Streamline furniture; leathers, wood, masculine; black, brown tones. Dark tones, lush wood, highly polished and immaculate highly polished, 1940s style desk, dark wood, highly polished1940s leather chairs; 1940s style desk lamp




The cameras first shot of the horizontal lights coming through blinds , pulls back and softens as it , pulls back to scope the emaculate office, touching on beautiful damask black wallpaper , brown wainscot, square lampshades , 


Next the camera moves to the highly polished desk


Now we see details. On the desk in a neat pile are dossiers of people, stapled and paper clipped with small ID photos in left corner

We now see the hands of the offices inhabitant; well manicured, clean hands that would belong to a musician as his hands are now seen going through the dossier files. The names and characters depict various types of looking people from multiple countries; all ethic and racial groups, but including Russian, German, Israeli, Muslim, etc.


In the manner in which he is going through the files, he clearly appears to be searching for something/someone by how quickly he is searching




He pulls out one of the dossiers but the camera instead pulls back all the way, until we see the full length left profile of him, looking intently down at it as he holds the papers in his hand to closely read the dossier holding it in his right hand 


And only now we realize he is on a call, as he is holding his phone with his left hand


Jörn: I’ve transferred back from Stockholm. Just arrived…. Yes i saw the intel…. We think Al-Qaeda …. I have rehearsal tonight at the symphony, it will have to be tomorrow 


Camera now goes from his left profile, moves to face him full view with office window behind him. And as this happens he turns left to look out the window through the blinds as we see him in profile, looking outside


Voice of Agent with Dutch accent speaks; voice only: and why the interest in my girl


Jörn: i think she has the code (close up of his eyes from the side as he is looking out the window, as he pulls down the planks of the blinds through narrowed eyes, pulling two blinds down, to thoughtfully look down at the street below; a side street outside a Stockholm apartment building)


Dutch Agent: if she does —you are the only one who can get it from her


Close up now of a Letterhead on desk, on a sheet of stationary above printed letter; this pulled out but only now is it visible to us; it is an insignia; it is a form of his initials but look shockingly like the Vikings markings in earlier shot/death scene. 




Jörn turns from window now and goes back to desk and pulls out another dossier from the stack which we had not previously seen —it is in a different kind of folder, minilla, and creases from years, and packed with files and papers, here now close of of old photos. There is a picture of a young 14 aged Electra with her mother on a boat in the Netherlands It is of a female who is our character ‘Electra’ the narrater and author of the film series


We see him looking slowly through all the photos, stopping at some to pause and brood over


Jörn: do we know where she is located these days? She moves around a lot



Willem: she has been at ten different addresses in five years ….I would narrow it down to somewhere in the US


Jörn: well, that is unfortunate ….


Black out here


Open to scene in black and white with hints of washed out color, overlay artwork of caricature of Electra in authors drawing


As the image shifts back to live, real life image, we see Electra in exact same pose in a Starbucks, “anywhere USA” and as the image transfers to real life, the camera moves smoothly around from allowing a clear view of her face, as the camera angle moves behind Electra


So now we see, she sits at thecoffee shop at a table. She has her iPad in front of her and is using as we close in on this angle


We see she is looking things up on Google 


i always reach a point.and i’m done.and in the end, it’s never me who’s sorry

the worst advice I’ve ever been given has been ‘good advice’ and how I mean that is— the dispenser of the advice was trying to apply their practicality on me; the right college major; the right career; the right job; the right kind of man to marry; etc

Not all practicalities fit everyone else’s needs the way they fit theirs —it’s your life, not a statistic 

one should not just go about things in life; one should live every moment with passion; be now; be fully and not waste time on the second-best, mediocre; reach for sublime 

electra ….reflex

 It should not be any great surprise that my great grandmother from Warsaw was a trapeze artist because —


because this was my grandmother, her twelfth —remember? when I would guess she was about fifty more or less. 

So when she was young, she tried out to be a Broadway dancer because she loved to dance and was very good; she also loved the stage. She told me the story a long time ago when I was about five—she had beautiful legs but—as a child was malnourished and, unfortunately, she wound up bow legged. She had a terrible complex about it. She hid it in pictures. But, she went to the tryouts anyway just hoping for the chance, I guess. And she did the tryout well. But then the manager asked her to lift up her skirt. So. She slapped him. And left. And was the end of her career on the stage. My grandmother had a brother—“uncle Martin” as we called him, who was a magician and worked with Houdini. Then there was Uncle Marvin, the son of one of the other much older sister’s among the twelve, who was on stage but wound up working—personally— for Helena Rubinstein (he retired in Tuscany with a vineyard on his estate and such a view I’ve never seen anywhere else)

My aunt, the one who lived to 98 last 2017–she did amateur theatre; am/tram all the way until about 2002 when my mother passed, so—it is the bohemian in all of us 

my mother had it too but she tried very hard to be someone she was not for a useless man

sometimes you don’t notice an opportunity when it’s right in front of you. i think it’s now

i follow a website. & another 

19 January 2023

it comes; such panic, I can’t breathe and rock back and forth trying to fill my lungs.what was it that triggered it this time—something tragic in the news it was….

we just get this one life ….you know —I mean this time…. to do it right ….

my aunt lived to 98 and I saw her when I was in Oregon ….my mother was her little sister by seven years yet she outlived her nearly two decades…. I was the youngest from that revolution; the twelfth daughter’s youngest grand child; the Polish trapeze artist’s great grandchild; I am the last of that revolution and it has so often felt like such a deserted road 

everywhere I go I see your name. it is the strangest thing  

17 January 2023

fitzgeralding

 


a long time ago ….a very long time ago ….it was back on Long Island ….. and so ….before I got a car I had to call taxis. There was not much of any form of public transportation so this was before Hollywood moved in. You know, when Long Island was one long sleepy town. There was the North Shore and the South Shore; Fitzgerald’s ‘eggs’ in the Great Gatsby —or I should say; one-very-long-beach. Things went slower.

One ride was filled with several people (no Uber) and often it was common to end up on the other side of the island just to get to work perhaps twenty normal minutes away. Instead, this could be an hour and twenty minutes. 


Well Long Island is filled with secrets. Or was back then. And when you ride in those taxis and some get in that are too drunk to drive…. you end up at mansions ….and so it was some weird sleepy night some stranger slunk out the door next to me reeking of gin and sick; dressed like a wanna be Janis Joplin and …. the guys in the car were weirdly silent watching her walk the way to the beach house 

I never asked whose home it was. 


soon after I managed to have enough to buy a car so, those wild rides came to an end. But, I know another side to the facades of those monolithic homes 

16 January 2023

 

you know, as I won’t say and will be as vague as possible for the sol purpose of reflection and avoiding a head on collision with them….when around them…..it is as if I am trapped in a Woody Allen film which is apropos considering ….(please don’t let them find my blog, I was extremely blurry about what it’s called)and I must review as I’m troubled about it.what is it—partially the sense of unicorn déjà vu.and why it matters is well, that along with it, then—that sense of compromising favors and haven’t I had enough of all that

because to me ny is life ….decide to go in summer.for a just a visit

thoughts

ny is calling for me. it seems. cf from my Long Island past invited me to stay and wants me to move back there. 

ny is mother, grandfather and —mystery father but is a place for billionaires 

in Michigan I was always someone’s New York artist friend to cf I am the “artist friend” 


15 January 2023

The images all have symbols




 That was drawn from the historical Royal Oak (haunted) Cemetery



E.d. Film noir screenplay draft notes continued

 

(This would follow the pilot episode that I posted just before this one)


~This seems the best way to proceed by illustrating my vision here~


The following are more from my screenplay writing of last year; sketch notes for scenes (and the typos and irregulars are due to the stress of the situation of the stalker I was at the time trapped by, so forgive all the noise of the chaos) of parts from the blog as arranged into the screenplay draft:


———————————————————————





And the mysterious first haunting notes now are heard



Which will be Jörn’s opera 



Foreshadow 



Image in silhouette of Jörn at piano and haunting notes of his opus are introduced 



And the shadows like bats on the wsll



Narrator’s voice who is the one telling the story/author of story says: To be inserted into intro modern part of script as over voiced narrative by Electra




—the past has a fucked up way of holding on to you.... it haunts and repeats


when you don’t know who you are —it makes everything uncertain


It makes you search for what defines you


who is she, what is her name?



it forces you to prove yourself to yourself over and over



 .... I’ve stared for hours at my reflection looking for my father who made me Electra searching for meaning in a self made dictionary— a voice? When I can hear his voice on the Internet because there he still is accessible and how strange is that? This mystery who was my father is known on the internet and in history books but not really known to me. I can stare at his famous pictures and see my smile in his.... so I stare at my reflection in search of him and wonder about DNA memory


I think more gets passed on than the genes —I think obsessions get passed down too; those unresolved dark horses hidden in the attics


I think of my discussions with Nigel about DNA memory


and my discussions with Gerald about the infinite memory of a soul


I think about ….

—break to next scene—

Scene:


Jörn: I stumbled across your blog when I got curious about you…. and interestingly enough, I have been reading the entry about when you had been approached by an investigator back in The Hague—and something about that really sticks out in my mind....


Electra: Why?



OVERVOICE : I ask why ....but I am really too stunned and wondering how far back he has read.


Jörn: Because —you said you had something happen to you.... some mystery about how your arm became suddenly paralyzed....? Your legal father—


He notices her shudder and stops a moment thoughtfully and watches her

He is analyzing her expressions closely


Electra: no, I’m sorry I mean, how did you find my blog?


Jörn: on the internet —it was not hard to find


Electra: or do I mean to ask —why?


Jörn: I got curious whose mail I was getting ….


Electra: are you always so curious?


OVERVOICE: language is a good place to hide a dictionary


He looks at her with an enigmatic expression and seems a bit perturbed 


Electra: about people? Or all things? 


He smiles


Jörn: all things— you say you search for meaning often in your blog—and identity ….so….your father— did he travel often for business— ? it just makes me curious because you also write quite a lot about nefarious dealings in your blog—



She moves her head sharply to look at him



Jörn: I assume you must know people can read this! 


She walks around and sits back down to where they had been sitting


Jörn is still talking in a way in order to reel her in


Jörn: ….and if it were dull I wouldn’t have bothered, so….


He watches her before he says



Jörn: did you say that one day he left suddenly on a mysterious business trip after….?


Electra stands up and walks to his window to look outside



Electra: the blood test —yes….


She stands by the window looking out. He watches her


After a moment


Electra: I know what you’re thinking....


Jörn: that your father’s business had to have been a cover operative ….and …. It’s a fascinating read…. and I found myself wondering….. things don’t make sense about what happened after your return to the US. Why your assault was never reported and you were never taken to see a doctor....


[She turns her back to him now and to the camera]


OVERVOICE: I don’t like these things about my past. I hate remembering them. 


She is seen from the side as she covers her face inside her hands looking down. 


After several long beats, camera pulls back so we see Jörn is watching her too


Electra: So you think you are piecing together clues. What is that about? Do you think there’s an old Cold War political plot?


“No, I think that your legal father was trying to have you murdered— what was the cause of the paralysis? Did they ever discover the reason? Some kind of virus was it? But then the doctor discovered you had a spinal injury from childhood....?


She suddenly spins around to face him but for our sake the camera only gets this all from behind her movements as she faces him. And we see behind her and see instead Jörn looking at her


Electra: Jörn—even if there is some kind of mystery there, do you really think it has any baring on the present?


She is staring at him. We know because all of her body is turned to him. She looks up at him. 


Something has changed between them by what he has said.


She feels he knows her from her words and is affected by this


And for whatever reason some known and some unknown, he is also affected by her 


He moves over near her and looks at her


Jörn: The only way to look at truth, my tragic Electra, is by acknowledging the whole truth about who you are—do you understand the necessity of acknowledgement? Otherwise you are not really wholly conscious, are you? So how can any personal discovery hold merit as a Truth?




Jörn through his expressions that are always just out of her view


Electra with her body language that is also hidden from him 


But now she seems to be suddenly in awe through his words and suddenly awkward






As a clear defense mechanism she suddenly turns away 



Jörn: You are caught in your own shackles and will run out of air unless you give the mermaid back her voice! ….


She turns to stare at him in surprise for knowing so much about her from her own words


Jörn: you are an artist haunted by a past and the only way to be released is through your work expression. Your work is necessary not for commercial success so much as the need to express this as an artist’s right for existence.



Electra: Ok—yeah, great in a perfect world, but how do I do that now when these crimes are too late to be put to justice—for this purpose of acknowledgment??


Jörn: But is that not the whole purpose of your ‘dictionary’—defining, you are defining, yes? That is your proof that you search for. The one that gives you permission. This is your acknowledgment 


[Jörn gestures wide with his arms ….this may suggest either the film we are viewing or his reference to it/or both]


Jörn: You say in your blog, almost in every entry; you are interested in learning about the purpose of each of our lives; existentialism; purpose and Truth; what you say —what do you call it? A documentary told through the lens of an artist…. You say it’s your pilgrimage and your dictionary…. but what is it all about .... ? You are seeking truth…. and meaning…. with this ‘project’ that is you —and you as you write ….you are delving through and searching for purposes of ones meaning ….or the significance of an individual’s individual identity.... why these differences in all of us have purpose—isn’t that what you wrote the other night?



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~and it would unfold~

This was the draft for the Pilot Episode film noir screenplay from last year & My Concept drafts of Electra’s dictionary

I have decided to share what had been the last draft of my screen-play here (from Nov.2021) —it may be a great way to lay out “DNA Memory theory” as the blog evolves to a new Medium







I will put it up in pieces as I left it in my notes so here it is as it follows:


Electra’s dictionary 



Series 1/Film 1




First image takes up the whole screen

It is the painting of Wave girl; image of a girl with red hair bent over a rock with a sea green wave washing over her head. She sits on a rock, like the Littlemermaid, but there is a hole cut out of her abdomen and she has legs and feet. This is a symbolic image


Nexts the words: Electra’s dictionary appear in bold black Ariel type right over the image


Soon the letters turn invisible in a slow fade out until, again, it is only the image of the painting again


Soon another image starts to overlay the girl in the painting; this image fits inside the painting, the new image will start to take over. This girl too sits on a rock, but she is live. We are now in a woodsy scene, with trees and forest around. We do not see her face. She is in profile. She is turned with her right on profile to us. She wears a hooded dark woad dyed blue robe like cloak in a heavy velvety fabric. She is bent over the water and looking into the water; mist is all around her, this looks like either a dream, or something from a magic image as it appears she is scrying into a pool like a Seer who looks into the future


As she bends over, a spill of long dark red hair falls free of the cloak, like a like a curtain 


The camera moves behind her and we see over her shoulder her looking into the water. It is a kind of fresh watering hole for travelers on the road but she is alone. Her nails are short but clean, her hands delicate. As her slim, small hands reach into the water, the camera follows. She is humming something to herself as she swirls her hands into the water, but then she bends her head and pulls herself closer to look into the water. She whispers but not loud enough for what she says to be heard; she seems to do this secretly; it suggests by her motions, she is doing an incantation


A large silver crescent moon falls from her robe from a long chord into the water



Something seems to stir within the water; mist and a sense of old magic


The next image that takes over from within the pool is the Painting of a reflection of a horse in the water



The girl stares into the image and after several long beat of time, pulling back from her image to stop as the camera returns to the first position it began with on her as she still bends over the water but we hear in, as if from a far distance, the loud ‘ney’ of a horse and the pounding of hoofs


Fade to black out



Scene cut



Scene 2


Areal shot of the Mediterranean Sea and on the screen it says, “Mediterranean Sea”


As the camera drops down to close in, it narrows on a long boat filled with Vikings and at the front of the boat is Raoul, a distant shot, we see a tall, fit, well muscled, weathered, blonde, Viking as he talks to two of his men as he points on in the direction they go, who reply in kind with enthusiasm and laughing smiles 


The camera pulls back as it moves on in the direction they are going


On the screen it says: 


Scene opens of what might seem as an unlikely presence of a Viking in the midsts of a marketing arena in Arabia. We follow him into the shadowy and shaded interior of some Arab Chieftain, he wears a colorful turban, they embrace like old friends and speak in a mixture of languages; old Arabic mixed with Gallic and old Nordic 


The Chieftain waves his arm and invites Raoul to sit among his cushions and silk, we see colorful liquids in ceramic dishes, we see alchemist symbols written on slates in a quick camera pan of the Arabs interior but first Raoul stops to remove his long, leather bag which contains the swords he makes. He is a blacksmith but his work is superior in both the workmanship and the materials he uses. The Arab steps back to admire the pieces as Raoul lays out his swords. Among the swords is an Ulfbertsword and there is just a quick glimpse of the imprint of the markings, like a flash of the flame in the light. And here the Arab moves closer with interest 


“One of your own or….?”


Raoul just stares him in the eye and then there is the slightest suggestion of a smile but he does not answer


The Arab picks up the sword and studies it as he glances sideways at Raoul thoughtfully,


“You never have said how you came by your craft, was it handed down to you from your father?”


“Something like that,”Raoul says vaguely and looks thoughtfully around the interiors before he casually says, “I did not know my father,” now he reaches deep into the long leather pouch where he had pulled the swords from, “There is the other you requested,” Raoul says now as he pulls out a leather pouch which is heavily filled with precious silver coin


The Arab’s eyes light as he puts down the Ulfsbersword and walks over and looks with interest at Raoul


The Arab says,


“You want the code.”


The Arab looks furtively around outside to be sure no one is around. He pulls down the curtain and goes to a hidden chest beneath a pile of folded blankets and colorful damask fabric. He opens it and now the camera zooms in as he unwraps a scroll that has alchemist symbols 



Next scene is from above. Viking ships crossing the North Sea in a storm 


Raoul is seen among the Vikings on one of the ships. Here we see him with his boat filled with his army rowing as they fight the wind and choppy waters, he shouts, as he squints into the sea spray, pointing in the direction and giving orders as the wind blows roughly, sweeping his cloak and wildly blowing his long blond hair







The Viking year is 946 AD


Series 1 Episode 1 

Act 1 Scene 1


Setting— Sweden Clear Aerial view of the shape of it as it appears on a map as though from Google tEarth, we see the shapes from above like a ‘map’ but gradually, the dimensions get filled in as we start to see it as three D as things appear like trees and mountain ranges and become shaded in the approach to show that this is live





We see now a quick image of a settlement, we see the lay out


We approach from the south and hover facing somewhat to the west a bit as the drone drops down to get closer, more details are visible 


We see the long houses arranged neatly in a familiar shape


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[Now we see from above, overlaid, the outline of an excavation of an archeological site that is neatly cut out in squares with labeled plaques and the faintest suggestion of people working on the site


But this image quickly fades out and the island becomes our setting


On the screen it says:]


A settlement on the island of Adelsö 946 AD 




and then closing in settlement, we see the layout of the community.


The camera goes in and around longhouses 


 You see structures of long houses and clear signs this is a thriving Viking settlement by the structures which are well built and neatly kept; 



Season-winter; there will be sights of frozen water, frosted scenery, and everywhere snow, white and shades of ice-cold gray. 



Time:  Very early morning, just at daybreak, pale light, that is almost blue and that sense of frozen chill seems to cling to the frames of the camera. 


*******

*****



Sound: at first there is only silence, like the kind of quiet before a storm



Everything is still; everyone appears to be asleep, as now, camera drone goes inside the first longhouse we encounter, entering through the window



the camera shows a close up of a blacksmith’s forge and the tools around; which are high quality blacksmith tools; but here the camera does a closer shot. 



Now we see mysterious symbols inscribed and engraved in metal blades as well as on another object laying around; it looks like three runes combined into one character so that we may suppose this is the blacksmith's signature. 




Quickly the camera moves around pans a tafl board; what looks like small metal warrior sculptures on a little board; these are high quality well made objects with great detail and high quality, with precious gems, like sapphires and rubies sparkle in this exception of color on the screen; we may suppose it was either made by himself, passed down, or of great significance to the hersir; this is obviously something of great value and allows us to understand this must belong to a powerful Lord.




 The camera pans the hut that is the workshop for this highly prized smithy, who is also the chieftain/warlord settlement, and now we see him from behind,bent with a serious tension in his wide muscular shoulders, while working the forge even though it is not yet full morning. You see the strong muscular back of a man at work now who works with a sense of seriousness. 



The neatness of his beard and hair, blind and sectioned so two pierces meet in a thong at the back of his head as the rest of it is long, reaching mid back; a golden tone. By the other personal objects around, the clear prizes of trophy like souvenirs from raids; goblets, torcs, jewelry and silver bowl, 





a finely made ivory comb, a finely made silk pouch open, displaying runes while outside the wind howls; in the midst of a storm with an ominous sound in the noise of the wind 






[The first notes of music are now heard: Holst’s Planets;op. 32 I. Mars the Bringer of War but stop at 50 seconds in]


Sudden stillness and no sound is heard




Now from above we can see again how the settlement is laid out but now we see the sinister and planned attack as it is about to occur as the encroaching enemy Vikings circle around, we see it from above; all warriors are crouching down to conceal in the shadows, we see them pointing and motioning the directions of the plan of attack to each other as they work stealthy advancing in


*****The camera drone moves down and now, as it reaches ground level, it scales *****



We see now by the way the men work together that this is a well planned attack:


Enemy Viking1: [ holding two lit torches, mouths and motions to Enemy Viking2 on left towards the direction of the nearest long house on left and nods at Viking2, then tosses him one of the torches.] 


Enemy Viking2: [from a crouched position catches it and light another torch to pass to next warrior]


Cut to smithy/warrior who seems to have heard the sound of the swoosh of fire, and now we see him in profile, carefully reaching for his own prize sword [as he turns the sword blade we see a kind of inscription; a kind of lettering written across but the light catches the blade to white out what it says; just the suggestion of what looks like B E R before he is on his way to peer out his window, leaning up against the side wall 


Now the camera shows what he sees; the encroaching upon his Villege and ensuing attack


We realize he is the settlement hersir warlord now as he jumps into motion, grabbing his shield and reaching for his blowing horn to sound the alarm in an ear splitting crack


But already the enemy has the unfair advantage as we see when the scene moves from the warlords view to all the neighboring long houses outside.


Outside each dwelling the few warriors who woke in time to try to fight off attackers and were forced to do so with just bare hands lay dead outside and their families butchered


In one of the dwellings Enemy Viking Warrior3/Ulf, a battle-scarred warrior with white hair and beard; Chieftain Lord of the enemy. He holds a sword up to the neck of a woman who stares at him in fear: how you dare to deny Ulf!!!—did you think you could and live?— this is what you get! [he runs the sword through and kills her]This is what happens when you insult Ulf! This arm is the silver hammer, I crush you with it!


quick and methodical we see all the warriors only motion to each other as they surround the entire settlement of long houses with torches before one lets out a whistle and they all close in at once 


The camera moves quickly with the running warriors outside around the settlement. From outside the camera will move to the window of a longhouse to show a sleeping family; the camera moves to the next house and from outside this time, does the same; pans the sleeping family. By the third view of another family through a window, this time we see a fully geared up Viking Enemy warrior climbing through the window to murder  the family




Music is Carina Barana mixed with the sounds of metal as the attack is taking place, wind and fire as a surprise attack is underway.  Surrounded settlement aerial view key grip coming in from above sounds of screams and cries. Children screaming, women wailing, wind. 

The colours on the screen are cold, grey and white snow like dreams with shocks of bright blood red in a strangely visually gruesome beauty.


Dialogue here in Swedish:

ULF:  ( shouting to his warrior men) 

Spare no one! Wipe out that devil’s seed! 


The wind and sleet blow in a visual mist across the screen it is cold and the wind blows bitter as the waking settlement is attacked and butchered in the early dawn. 

In the midst of this raid, the settlements lord, Raoul a battle-weathered, Hersir who has seen a few decades of battle is already in the thick of battle defending his land, family and people. 


It becomes a gruelling and long bitter fight as the ill-prepared, sleepy settlement is effectively eliminated except for their warrior lord. 


As the fight now closes in on one we now know as his family by the shouts given as he calls 


RAOUL’s SON:  FATHER!


Raoul tries to reach in time as he watches his son overcome and is slaughtered before his eyes. He tries to reach his children and what would appear to be his wife and they too are overcome and slaughtered as well as an old woman among them. 


The key grip pans the carnage there is a clear shot of Raoul.  His expression is like that of the shock and deep expression of seeing the worst fears realised as he looks upon his destroyed family and settlement. 


The key grip pulls back as you see the still and burnt out settlement littered with dead bodies and blood and not one person left but the warlord. 


But suddenly Raoul lets out a heart wrenching roar. Closeup of the wildness of his eyes as savagery is born. His features become twisted and maniacal a chill raises like a fog from his body like steam. Closer shot of his eyes; his eyes have gone cold like one undead and no longer alive. 


In a wild cry he volts onto his horse snarling in a rage. He heads straight in the direction of the departing war party. Catching up to Ulf and in a swift move and rage tosses his axe and gets Ulf in his left calf while they are still both on horseback. Circling around Ulf Raoul jumps off his horse and pulls Ulf off his horse and in a mad swing with his sword takes off Ulf’s right arm with his sword. 


All the enemy riders move around in a circle to witness as Ulf’s son now rushes to his father’s side. 


ULF’s SON:  No!  (looks up at Raoul as he is about to murder his father)


ULF:  Leave me son! (looks up at Raoul)  Not my son!


RAOUL:  (smiles like death, his eyes like a vampire, shine brilliant and electric-like one gone crazy now takes a swing at son  as the son grapples to defend himself Shouts to Ulf) 

Why should I spare your son?  Do I look like I care? You’ve taken my family, my men, burned our homes. I have no reason to spare your son! That I let you breathe one more breath or him is more than I now have the chance for to see anyone who ever mattered to me. (He stands over agonized son and swings and takes off his right arm.


He pulls his hammer to finish off Ulf’s son


ULF:  No! Proxy Lord! We bargain! My son’s life in trade - my men, my Proxy Lord as thanks for sparing my son’s life!


Raoul hesitates over the son close up of Raoul’s eyes. They are cold. With an icy beauty. They are savage. With a twisted smile they sparkle with a frightening madness as he laughs throwing back his head in a curdling howl. 


Here the Beethoven music starts we begin with The Emporer Allegro in background. 



Folkmoot/Council Meeting/an assembly, known as a  “Thing” where laws are spoken 




As it is the dead of winter, and their days get dark early, by now, the sun would be going down, even as it may only be about two or three pm. 


This lighting will lend its own kind of mood [a feeling of dark ages; crude brutal survival by whatever means in darkness and icy cold]



It is a dark scene and as we enter inside from outside, we can hear the howling wind as it snuffs out, we come inside with a noise like a slam


There are torches to light the way through as we can see where we are going; the camera is us as we walk through the structure 


Everything inside is wooden interior as the camera moves to scope the inside of the structure 


As we move through the structure now, we are able to see how it is shaped inside like a long house that is something like a “Great Hall” prototype with suggestions of enclosed passages, like narrow corridors that lead to other places of assembly


The direction the camera takes now, leads past some banquet halls, seen through tall, wide, arched doorways


From the narrow, corridor looking in, 



We are now within the the largest hall where voices are heard before we approach what would be a kind of court setting












there is a blazing fire to provide warmth; 


a long wood table where people are all seated around; 


as the camera pans the people at the table, we recognize several from the attack on Roual’s settlement and the scene that took place soon after. But also among this group are two females; one sits beside Ulf at the table on his right(his wife wearing formal dress for the Thing assembly), and on her right sits Ulfsson; to Ulf’s left sits the other younger female (his daughter, dressed similar to her mother; both females wear similar expressions as well as they glance around the table to each other in a conspiring way)


It is a crowded room and now we can see there are people standing and crowding the room, all facing the discussion going on at the long wood table; there are a lot of voices speaking on top of each other; loud, boisterous men arguing 


Separately from the table another man is calling for order, he is standing on a wood platform, something like a podium, but everyone is shouting at once.


LAGMAN (law speaker/lawman-person who recites the law in old Norse Law held at an assembly called a “Thing” <where English word came from/bastardized meaning>): vi måste ha ordning!  män, är vi inte adelsmän?! (Men we will have order! are we not nobles?!)


Men are still shouting and cannot even hear him


We only hear outbursts of parts of what the men are shouting 


Ulf: vi känner till lagen om lemlästring! (We know the law about maiming!)


Ulfsson: hur kan jag försvara min fars rikedom och folk nu?  se vad han har gjort! (how can I defend my father’s wealth and people now? Look what’s he’s done!) [holds up father with good arm to show how both are maimed; right now he in enraged and his face is twisted] 


LAGMAN: och hur är det med hans folk? (And what of his people?)


Now camera pans the room into the direction of where Roual is standing which at the moment is somewhat distant from nearly everyone in the room —he stands to the right of the entrance doorway almost to imply he is ready to leave if he chooses


He paces from the spot on the right crossing to the left across the entranceway to a podium on the left of the door which faces the long table in the center of the room


The other podium where the LAGMAN stands is center facing the long table to the right of the “plaintiff’s” podium which Raoul chooses not to step upon with sn attitude of uncompromised rage and disgust over the proceedings 


as they are all the enemy who destroyed his settlement and murdered everyone —


He stands almost by the doorway as if he states he does not wish to be among the vile crowd 


He appears wraith-like/deadsoul empty but at the same time more lethal and deadly somehow; close up of “vampire eyes”—long close up; he should seem like a frightening demon, his appearance much altered since earliest scene of him. There are lines of coldness and bitterness, deep hidden sadness, and inner deadly brutal  rage stemmed from his fresh need to avenge his family and his people 



To the left of the man sitting at the head of the table which faces the entrance and is on the furthest wall facing the entrance  are a group of men who are dressed similar to the man at the head of the table that faces the entrance


These men have a nobility to them in their overall appearance; their breeding of good looks and physical fitness should be such that we may imagine these were the men who became the future noblemen of the Swedish court and kingdom 


The man at the head of the table is in his early to late middle age. Some gray and silver mixed with golden blond in his hair snd beard. He is still very attractive and fit. But he does not appear as someone who dirties his hands to go to war but rather decides on actions of this nature as this is a role that was acquired by birth and generations of similar leading men 


He has experience at warring, raiding, and training as was part of his earlier life education and experience to rule


The young man facing him at the other end is his son. His son is understood to be the next in line snd sits in active training 


The camera reaches him as he reacts to something he hears his father saying to his “privy council men” to the right of his father 


Council Man 1: vi känner till lagen om rättvisa för mord 



Council man 2: (grumbles and exchanges glances with BV sharing his head)


Ulfsson: och hur försvarar vi vårt folk?


LAGMAN: lösningen är enkel;  han är krigsherren och det är ditt straff (the solution is simple;  he is the warlord and that is your punishment)


Ulfsson: hur är det med rättvisa?  vi är båda lemlästade!


LAGMAN: det lagliga sättet skulle ha varit att komma hit för att diskutera innan du planerade en attack för att förstöra hela hans ätt (the legal way would have been to come here to discuss before planning an attack to destroy his entire ätt[family/clan/army/settlement])


Ulf: de förtjänade att dö! (they deserved to die!)(Outburst yell)


All council people look at each other


Ulfs wife: de borde aldrig ha låtits gå ohävda så länge. det sista rådet uppmanade till deras förstörelse.  detta är inget brott.  det borde ha skett enligt det rådet (they should never have been left unchallenged for so long.  the last council called for their destruction.  this is not a crime.  it should have happened according to that advice)


BV: och du skulle veta? (Laughs)(and you would know?)


Council man 1: det rådet finns inte längre.  vi bytte ut dem när du fortfarande låg vid din mammas bröst.  och vet du varför de byttes ut?  de visade sig utarma rikedomar som andra vunnit (that council no longer exists.  we replaced them while you were still lying on your mother's breasts.  and do you know why they were replaced?  they proved to be helping themselves to riches that others gained)


Council man 3: (under his breath but loud enough to be heard) och det är ett av de mindre av deras många andra välkända verkliga brott (and it is one of the smaller of their many other well-known real crimes)


Ulf: (to his daughter in a low scold to save face) dotter, det är inte din plats att tala (daughter, this is not your place to talk)


Roual: Herre, jag står här av respekt...  vad är mer kvar?  ….  skicka mig som din legosoldat, om du vill.  skicka mig till Valhalla (Lord, I stand here out of respect ... what's left?  ….  send me as your mercenary, if you want.  send me to Valhalla)




Next we follow as four men remove from the table from beside BV


One is his main advisor, one is the Royal Privy council spokesperson and the other two are from within the council, the LAGMAN joins the group as they gather to the side away from the table 


[to be translated:]


BV’s advisor: Why throw him away as a mercenary? 


‘Royal’ Privy council man 1: Ulf has been a problem for years


BV’s advisor: He has a lot of men


RP councilman 1: Without Ulfsson as his right arm, Raoul has done us a favor 


BV’s advisor: If we have Raoul leading Ulfs men 


LAGMAN: It solves two problems 









After privy council (not the ‘nobles’—but the LAGMAN, councilman 1 and three other men who were listening in a back corner to the left/we man assume they are part of the governing complex of the Thing law) end discussion, in a side area by the fire—they walk back over to the king BV


BV stands up as we watch them discus in a small circle by his end of the table 


From above we watch by the entrance as Raoul turns to listen to “verdict” and BV moves forward 


Everyone else sits down 


Now we see/but don’t need to hear BV raise his arms and deliver the verdict with a big grin and look at Roual with an attitude of—you are the man for the job


Raoul close up: his eyes are important here. They will tell us exactly his conflict 


His eyes say in a mix: loyalty to his responsibility but with deepest agony and broken, bitter heart
















Scene: Raoul sees Elan for the first time



It is a snowy autumn overcast day at a crowded port along the Bay of Biscay several days from the border of Brittany by boat



 He leaves his ship at the beach and carries his bag of swords with him to the trading center which is a wide area along the beach that stretches inland and across the most accessible part of the beach for boats to port


He goes to the part of the market that deals with the finest materials. He walks with authority as he has been here so many times that he seems to be as much a part of it as he is with the entire route network of operations he deals with as a regular part of his life. He knows the Trade Route from the Varangians to the Romans; he knows the Dnieper river system and the Dniester trade route and the portage routes over land with transport to cross for the next waterworks and continue on water 


He has grown up with the way this way of life 


Only with his work also comes warfare; sometimes mercenary and seasonal invasions but having a knack for diplomacy when necessary


He walks around the market grounds to see who has turned up. He does this in the way it would seem was his regular habit.


But this is a man who has had his whole settlement destroyed over a blood vengeance; he has see. His sons killed before his eyes. And he has had to continue on as a Chieftain warrior only because it is his Viking pride to do so. But his soul is dead. He is dead inside. 

All he does is raid and lead his army and work on his metal weaponry to sell and trade; sometimes for furs, silks, or valuable merchandise but his heart is cold and not in it; he merely exists because he wishes only to die a warriors death


When he walks away from the market, he goes in search of the watering hole for fresh water.


This is an area away from the beach, towards a wooded, forestry area. This part of the grounds slightly away from the marketing throng, is covered in snow, as it is away from the beach and sand. It is a pure white snow everywhere here, the ground seemingly untouched with its fresh blanket of snow; but such a cold it seems, there is a lonely quality  to this cold; like death and haunted thoughts; the image he looks upon now is with a sense of desolation. 


This is a quiet time of day, early enough in the morning before the watering hole becomes overpopulated with women from the market arena doing the washing which is why he seeks it out, knowing this


But his thoughts are back on the day of his murdered family. Here we see images from that day across the screen; we see his undead eyes, we see an image of a little girl and we see his eyes again. His thoughts turn darker with howling calls of images he imagines of Norse gods with ghoulish eyes inviting him to join them at the banquet 


This is when the turtle dove appears. Among all the white, empty cold scene before, arrives a coppery, red turtledove, flapping its wings gloriously, in that moment he is quite off guard. He is mesmerized by the dove. He stares at it as if it is some beautiful mericle, and in a sudden flash, it disappears


But in the place where the bird last was has been replaced in the same spot. Like the turtledove, she has dark red hair and for a moment it seems possible she changed from dove to human


This is the same girl from the opening sequence. As the lighting shifts, the blue of her robes start to be more visible


He sees her from across the pond as she bends down with a pitcher to capture some water in it. She does not see him at first and dips her pitcher into the water


After she fills it and starts to pull it from the water, without looking up, as if she sees him in the water, like the earlier image, she gasps and looks up and sees she is being watched 


She draws the pitcher out and stands up carefully as she looks upon him. Here the camera will pan how he appears to her, first the swords, then the familiar characteristics recognizable as Viking; how he wears his hair, rune markings, etc but it is the swords that have her on guard as this should be the last close up we see of what she looks at about him ….but then she stops as she is about to hasten away and by the way she is turned to him in profile with her hood hiding her face from the side —clearly she stares transfixed by his appearance to her —we know this as a little water spills over the pitcher as she starts with a bit of a jolt


He stares back at her but his look is openly possessive; like a man who has suddenly found a reason to not be in such a rush for Valhalla but —but it is really more than just her beauty; it seems there is something about her that reminds him of the little girl we saw in the image


He starts to walk towards her but that is when she hurries away with a clear reaction of fear, but she moves with deliberate and practiced moves like one used to forcing caution even in the face of fear


All this he watches with interest as she quickly rushes away


The camera follows him from behind as he follows her. We see him follow her all the way to the market area. He makes sure she does not see him follow her by stepping in time behind convenient trees. 


From a safe distance, he finds which part of the bazaar she goes to, 



he watches her as she enters one of the marketing stalls, walking past the table of goods. The market stall has a curtain that is currently drawn open. We see her talking to a man in dirty looking black robes as she coolly walks past him without bothering to look at him



He has black matted hair and an unkempt beard. He has the kind of mad look about him that goes often with medicine men and soothsayers, both his trade; there are Greek letters written on scrolls which tally their inventory of herbs, elixirs, potions, dyes and and oils which is what it appears he seems to be tasked doing and as he sees her return, we see him pointing at objects and telling her what to do 


She hardly acknowledges him beyond a turn of her head, walks past him, reaches immediately for a broom and starts sweeping, 





She goes about her duties as though it is something she does so often she is half asleep doing it. She first sets down the pitcher on a small wood table behind a kind of crude market stall table. straightening the goods on displays, shining up the potion bottles, dusting off surfaces.


It is between several others that are lined up in a row all with people behind their tables busy with early traders, or setting out their wares; this is an animated, active scene of morning people preparing their daily fare 


Druid: [with back to girl as he tally’s his inventory] fy merch!— ewch i'r twll dyfrio! fy merch —stopiwch eich dallying!  ewch i nôl y dŵr! (My daughter, go to the watering hole! Stop your dallying!)


Elan: [lifts pitcher from the table where she put it, walks over and with a slight punctuated thump puts the pitcher down beside him] y dŵr! (The water)


Druid starts with a moment of surprise as some splashes on him. Grumbles. Sidelong glance at her, and goes on tallying as he stands up now, setting down his crudely cut, hand made quilled waiting instrument and feigns business whilst glancing in her direction with a self effacing expression that he quickly hides as he loudly goes about setting up his medicine workshop which is situated in the right hand corner of the stall where hung pieces of drapeding cloth serve as back and side walls; providing some protection from the elementswalls 



There is a table made of wood and small, crudely made as well and looks as though it has suffered years of journeys. Here there are bottles marked with Greek lettering, as this is the ancient written alphabet Druids used for daily practical purposes. Here he reaches for a clay pot and begins to beat a small cube of hardened a chalky substance and gray colored with a mortar whilst glancing back at her every few moments 



Intrigued, the Viking starts to approach the stall 


Her back is turned so she does not see him coming, but the Druid medicine man does and gives him a nervous smile as he turns from his work. 




Raoul: [close up of Raoul eyes and facial expression revealing a secret look of revulsion, how the man is dressed; filthy—close up of soiled matter smeared in various places of Druids robes and it appears he must have slept in his current outfit; and now Raoul eyes shift back to the girl still busy with her work; his expression as he rests upon her reveals a side to the Viking that has not yet been present in his expression. His eyes take on a kind of amazed wonder as he watches her; the kind of wonder one has when they see something so different one cannot look away; he is compelled with the same kind of attraction a Viking might show for a valuable treasure made of precious material; as he is someone used to trading and selling his own wares, he looks upon precious objects with a professional eye of admiration and now, again we see a kind of lust for the possession of it mixed with the tenderness he showed for the memory of the little girl and the first glimpse of the turtledove. It is a dramatic moment. This is the moment the audience sees him reveal all his tragedy and years of life as a mercenary swept away by this expression of elusive wonder. It is a subtle yet a quick reveal; this must be apparent as from this moment on the viewer will know from this look that he desires her more than he shows. Soon this expression fades, hidden quickly and taken over by his warrior expression as he walks closer approaching the Druid



Raoul: [by the shifty expression in his eyes, we realize he is creating an excuse to talk to the Druid merchant: har…. Ydych chi— du— Halen— salt?


Druid; [anxious to accommodate at first too nervous to comprehend the Vikings request]


Elan: [spins around, somehow sensing who it is. Stares at him now in amazement as she leans against the little table trying not to be obvious. We do not see her face, she is only seen from the shadows and mostly hidden by her cloak, but by her body language and motions we can see her reaction in this way, her full attention is on him, but she too hides this fact under the outward actions of busy work, throwing him subversive glances]


Druid: [as it now dawns upon him what the Viking is asking for] Salt! Halen!


[Druid now spins around in the stall trying to think of where this would be. First he looks in crates hidden under thick bolts of dark fabric and as he searches, Raoul turns to look again in her direction, openly watching her, but her back is to him. ]



Druid: [seems to have located the salt, as he lets out a sound of success:]aha! [now comes over with a generous block of rock salt and places it on the stall table between them to present it to him]


Raoul: [annoyed expression as he now faces the Druid, and without much fuss, and not much interest in the object presented, but Raoul tosses a coin onto the table assuming its worth and with a terrifying grin at the Druid, helps himself to the black of sat and drops it into his long bag of swords and with a casual glance in the girls direction, he walks away left towards the beach and leaves them]












Raoul assesses the Druid, his eyes, narrowed, run over the details of his appearance; close up of Druid’s unkempt details of filth in black beard, matted dark hair, and tattered, dirty cloak. Then Raoul glances back at the woad blue cloaked female, who by comparison, is clean and seems to not really belong, somehow with the man.





Bay of Biscay scene continued





Camera from above follows Raoul as he walks away from the Druid’s stall; we see him from above, looking down and camera pulls back as we see him circle left around the trading, seaport area; all this we see from above,  as he walks along the beach side, he finds his way back to the area nearby his boat his boat. 


We can see him wave to one of several men, leaving the boat that we will realize belongs to him as this exchange now occurs:]




Raoul: [we hear as he calls to him man] är det arabiska siden torrt? (Is the Arabian silk dry?)



Viking Ship Mate: ja.  och redan lossad, herre (yes, and already unloaded, sir)


Now the camera pulls away more as we see him walk toward the stall area where his men have been gathering as they unload and set themselves up. So from above we can see, this is a scene of activity


Fade out here On this last aerial view of this spot on the beach


Open new scene; same exact spot, frame of beach, but now we realize that it is later in the day. We might assume it is the same day, perhaps there are some familiar objects remaining, a stack of fish that has dwindled down.


The sky has darkened and the light now comes from the full moon


The bluish moon tones illuminate the image


We watch Raoul from above walk away from the camp area nearby where his men have arranged their tents and log fires and from this distance above their voices and activity are intentionally muted as we watch Raoul remove himself from the men


He has his long sword on him and the way he walk with it, it moves as though it is a part of his body. The camera follows as we see how he moves. 


This should be a pretty image from above, as though seen from the sleepy mind of an artist


The colors well balanced


Grays and blues


And so even how he moves is here emphasized; seen like some watching him from the shadows suggesting it may be the girl who sees this scene. He would move like a beautiful athlete, stealth, not to be heard and blending his sounds with the ocean waves; this should look almost mystical; he should seem almost like a Norse god, Rigr? Somehow the moon lights the gold of his hair and brings out the “kryptonite” dynamite of the brilliance of “his vampire eyes”


By now we understand where he is going


We should be able to recognize the stall of the Druid’s 


As seen from above, we see him circle behind where their stall is and place himself near in the shadows. This is the other side of the stall. Not the same side we saw before. Now we are behind the structure where there is another tent like flap that closes the back side of the stall for privacy, but the glows from behind the curtain reveal a scene taking place



We see the man who must be the Druid slap the girl in silhouette.  We see the girl fall down


Next we see Raoul’s reaction. The camera lowers to see his face now as he draws his brows with a kind of fury. His eyes go a bit fierce and his nostrils flare as he moves slightly closer to listen. The camera draws back as we see him rest his hand on the hilt of his sword


From behind Raoul, now the frame we see captures him and the stall within, the scene behind the curtain played like a drama. 


We watch another slap as the girl stands up and turns to shield herself in silhouette with her arms as she ducks his next assault. But then we see her pulled up and thrown and next just the sound of her muffled scream


Raoul bolts the distance without hesitation, and acting fast, tears the back curtain in a swipe, and in another, grabs hold of the Druid as he is mounted upon the girl in coitus, and in seconds, stabbed through, dead and hauled off the girl in a motion best equated with filthy waste, with an equal expression on his face


The frame turns now to the girl just as Raoul turns to look at her


She is st

Even from beside, the blue robes pulled around her in a body language expression of horror and shame. She cowers from Raoul and hides her face


The next camera shot is of Raoul


The look on his face is total transformation from savage killer beast to an expression of someone who has fallen under the power of bewitchment; his eyes seem to belong to someone else entity now as he stares ar her. 


After a moment he blinks as though returning to himself


She starts to move, we see her begin to remove her hands from her face —but the camera pulls away in time before we get to see it



In silhouette we see him bend to her and help her, covering her body in the robe, he lifts her


The next image in frame is the painting of the Viking with the girl slung over his shoulder


Voyage from Bay of Biscay [this would be a region that would have been considered part of West Francia —towards Raoul’s homeland (Gotland)]


The style of the photography should take on the gritty suggestion of antiquity in the style often used for Beowulf 



The following descriptions of scenes are intended to be quick succession of scenes that overlap and tell the story 


From above we see the Viking long boat journey at first as an old map with red dashes to provide us with an understanding of their journey as these pace names were called other things then, this should be clear on the map by specific names recognizable but with old spelling. What should allow us to understand where this is in the world, will be clear by the shapes of the land masses


What it looks like is the part of geography of Guernsey and Jersey in the English Channel by Brittany, heading towards the enclave by what is known today as Le Havre (cannot find what it might have been called then as yet)


We see the long boat from above at the port and the men start to file off.


The next frame is of Raoul squinting into the distance but facing the camera. He is looking out at sea as though estimating their journey but then the male voices of men become loud and Raoul turns clenching his jaw as the wind blow back his long hair. The camera pulls back as we see what he sees and both are/in frame. The girl is seen from the side, hidden by her long robes, but we see her wrists are clearly tied up. One of the bearded Vikings on the ship is pulling her by the long chord that by the silver crescent moon and wrapping the chard around his wrist until it his grip reaches her throat. This warrior would be familiar to us from the earlier invasion scene as well as the scene when Raoul maimed Ulf and Ulfsson; he would have been in the background but he should have distinguishing features or scars that would stand out to place him


This is when Raoul’s sword point comes in contact with the throat of the Viking


Raoul: [holding tip of sword upon throat. Narrows cold blue eyes at his man] hon är inte din (she is not yours)[still holding the sword tip on him, looks around at his other men who are now all curiously watching] hon kommer inte att bli rörd av någon av er(she will not be touched by any of you)


A Lone Voice Calls Out: Bara du? (Only you?) [laughing, as though intended to chide in order to start up a fight]



Camera moves back to identify the chiding warrior


We see it is Ulfsson with his missing right arm and a resentful and twisted look on his face that by now has clearly festered into something far darker. This should be clear by his physical appearance change; more scars and a sinister quality to the lines in his face


Raoul: [still holding the point of the sword on the man’s throat, but not looking at the guy whose throat it is while addressing the rest of the men] låt mig vara tydlig med detta så att det inte blir mer förvirring (let me be clear about this so there is no more confusion) then without looking at the man, runs the sword through, blood spurts and kills the man]


Elan: [screams as she is released at the same moment the deadman drops to the bottom of the boat, his hand releasing the chard]


Camera pulls back to shot of dead Viking and blood and Elan bent over on the floor of the boat trembling and clearly gasping and breathing hard with fear as she cowers to the floor shielding herself and huddled in terror hiding her face behind her tied up hands)


Fade out


The next shot is of Raoul with a possessive arm around her shoulder in clear body language of ownership as they are seen walking from the boat from above, the stunned ship mates and the dead Viking in clear view of this shot


Fade out


Fade in


Another scene of the journey along the English Channel and another overlay of a scene where Raoul is seen the same way, with his arm in possession across her shoulders, but there remains the aloofness in his manner to suggest he has not had relations with her 


There is an odd manner in how he regards her that at first is not clear to the audience


In her manner, while we never see her face, we do see the body language of how she hesitates as they walk together; by her jerky turns of her head to study him (her face away from the camera in profile) we see she is unsure and confused with what he wants from her



Next they are seen at another place of trading. In this scene it is only Raoul and Elan as they walk towards a tradesman and past the curtain to his shop. In the manner in which they walk together, to suggest some time has gone by, we see they have grown accustomed to each other in ways such as, they walk in synch now together; this should be picked up by the camera; this is to suggest they have begun an unspoken communication and have come to be familiar and somewhat easy together— it should be only a subtle suggestion to show the beginning of a relationship while not meant to appear conscious to them


As they enter the trading shop, Elan goes with him. She stands respectfully back and slightly to the side and here the camera should do a close up of her hands. While there is still a rope around one, the other wrist is noticeably free, suggesting yet another level of understanding they have established between them. And while she makes no effort in her movements to suggest she would attempt to free her other wrist, there is still much in the way of a jerking motion of anxiety when she turns as though to look at him The cameras angle is from the right looking down as Raoul looks up to smile showing the men know each other. 


Man at trade center: de nouvelles épées ? 


Raoul: nouvelles [repeats with understanding] 


Trademan: ils ont demandé quand viendront-ils, c'est bon de te voir, mon ami


This scene is merely to show the manner in which Raoul does business and how he acts towards her as they progress



The camera pulls back as we watch Raoul display his swords once again. The man in the trade shop looks each piece over




The next overlay fades in to them leaving together and Raoul with a heavy bag of coin as they walk in the direction of what we assume is towards where the boat is at port; view pulls back, 



Now it is of several overlays, one of Raoul and Elan walking and quick scenes of several camped beaches as the map red line moves


From behind, the camera follows as Elan is seen foraging in a wooded area, she is intent as she searches the ground. We see her stopping to search and studying leaves and collecting. But it is when she comes to a kind of tree with unusual bark. She runs to it, dropping the other leaves and places her hand on a part of the trunk to feel the texture, she touches it in such a way to suggest it is the most precious discovery for her. She finds a sharp rock to cut long strips from ; she breaks and rolls the bark to make it fit inside the hidden pocket of her robe


Next is an image of her seen at full moon an the shore of a beach; it is a dark blue scene to suggest the dark blue of her robes. Here she is seen using a wood cup with a stick, mixing dried kelp with the bark with a green mossy paste that she mixes with seawater. We see her drink all of it 


The next image is of her on another beach; this time it is a half moon but the tone of the scene is stil blue but darker. Here she is seen on the beach opening her robes. As she bends to wash between her thighs there is a shock of blood; this is the aborted fetus of the Druid expelled by her potion


In the distance and closer to the camera than she is on the beach, we see Raoul watching her do this, his expression showing relief as he turns to the left with a look of resolution




We see the boat then as it is moving up the channel along the upper coast of Francia, towards Belgae then Friesland, 


The next overlay is of the next arrival of the Viking boat and the set up of camp. The camera pulls back and we see Raoul head away with Elan slightly off camp


We see her start to go about setting up their camp with him, preparing a fire and looking for supplies suggesting that they have become habit by now together she stands by the fire to stoke it when he suddenly appears beside her


We see his hand move to her as he places it on her upper arm and move and rest along her right breast as his hand cups it


She yanks away suddenly with a sudden shocked cry and moves away, turning her back to him but now suddenly afraid of what she did


He is enraged and lets out a howl of anger. Grabs her by the wrist and dragging her to his long bag, digs out a pair of metal shackles and locks her in wrist shackles and now drags her across the wide beach up towards the cluster of the nearby trading market


He walks in a manner of knowing where he is going and with anger 


He stops at a small grouping of market stalls away from the others. Out of one of the stalls comes a half dressed man and a moment later a woman behind him adjusting her clothes before looking around for her next customer as he walks away and disappears 


Raoul pulls her to the other stall and knocks hard on the outer wall


An attractive woman comes out who clearly is happy to see him until she sees Elan


Roual smiles and pulls out his coin sack and then with an insulting tug to Elans shackles shackles her to the post outside the stall 


Elan is forced to sit outside on a barrel listening to the explicit sounds of the prostitute having sex with Raoul



The next image on the screen  is of them leaving together, both wrists tied up and dragged behind him. Her body language noticeably subdued. 


But the last shot before the camera pulls away is with her looking towards him, back turned to the camera, her hooded head staring after him with a heavy set to her shoulders showing intense disappointment with herself and what he just did


But as she continues to walk behind him, with each step she begins to get angry and we begin to become aware of a tension formed between them now and from behind we see displayed her manners that suggest a woman scorned; jealousy and quiet rage 



The next port beach we find the dragging, bored scene of another camp set up when we move to see Raoul and Elan, the ties still there, she’s forced to walk behind him and due to his careless gruff treatment, he accidentally causes her to stumble and fall, twisting her wrist so that the ties cut her skin 


When he sees this he rushes over and instantly cuts the ties off her


elan: [She immediately runs towards the ocean and now she is crying] Mama!


We see her running right towards the water and then throwing herself in and by how she goes under it is clear she intends to drown herself


Raoul catches up to her. Drags her from the water


Next he is seen caring for her like she is a child. 


Raoul: du har en stark vilja —men du är stolt (you have a strong will but you are proud)


He is speaking to her in his language but she does not understand


Raoul: vad tänker du på att hoppa i vattnet sådär? (What are you thinking jumping into the water like that?)


she seems not to at all care. He is next seen drying her hair over the fire 


Raoul: stolt! [he looks at her and we see him turn her head up to him like she is a naughty child] stolt! (Proud!)


Her head from behind is seen as she looks up at him


Elan: stolt [thinks he means she is supposed to repeat it]


Raoul: [looking down into her face  now in a soft tone:] stolt…. men hur är det något att kalla dåligt? (But how is that something to call bad?)


Overlay a scene of them getting on his boat, close up of his hand helping her, as he reaches she takes his hand to step onto the boat. Her wrists unbound just one tied to him. We see the other shipmates exchange jealous looks


Overlay another scene, this time at night and another full moon


We watch her on the shore. Then camera pulls back to him watching her too. The men loud in the distance but her wrists are both unboundShe is doing a pagan ritual. She is saying things in welsh/Breton/Gaelic, she uses her hands and stretches out her hands and arms


Another scene overlaid of her searching the shore line for stones, the moon in view, her hair glows red, her skin glows luminous like the moon



He watches her


She is seen returning to where he is as he is building up the fire. He glances over at her as she goes about comparing her stones to others from her pockets. He walks over to her to look. He looks at her as he wants to talk to her. He seems to struggle for how to begin


She is seen turning to look up at him, her side profile and robe blue/in the light


He awkwardly faces the beach but glances at her and looks up at the stars thoughtfully. After a moment he clears his throat and she looks up at him from her stones


He makes the gestures he saw her doing on the beach and glances at her with a smile and a shrug


She watches him 


Raoul: varför?—uhhh…. Ahhh—pam!….[looks at her] pam? (Why?)—magi—pratar du med dina gudar? (Magic—you talk to your gods?)


Elan: gudar…. [repeats thoughtfully] (gods)


Raoul: ja, gudar— ahhh—duwiau [remembers the Gaelic word for gods from his travels to the island by the North Sea (England)and his visits passing by Bretagne (Brittany)]


She turns in a way that seems a little insulted as she thinks he is making fun of her and she goes about putting away her stones back into her pockets. After a moment he turns away to look at the sky as he says, in a low voice more to himself but really for the wish to tell her


Raoul: vad är magi?  Jag lärde mig vägen hem att titta på ljusen på himlen från en magisk man som pojke.  min första resa (what is magic?  I learned the way home to look at the lights in the sky from a magical man as a boy.  my first trip)


He looks down and realizes she is drawing in the sand. She is using a convenient twig from the ground 


She draws a picture of a woman and a child, and now she makes the motions again and points to the mother. She draws another picture of the little girl older with the mother and again does the ritual motions. She draws another picture of the girl and the mother but now the mother is flat on the ground impaled by something. She wipes the image away 


Elan: [now turns looking up at him] minnas …. [and slowly raises her arms and starts to do the chant] …. Mama…. [and presses her hands to her heart]


Raoul: [thoughtfully] minnas…. [and turns to look out into the distance thinking of his own memories of loss]


In profile she is seen looking up at him


Elan: slslsl….[attempts to say a word] sl-l-äkt…. släkt


He looks quickly at her realizing she is trying to say a word in his language and realizing too her question 



Raoul: [voice tight and husky as he nods]släkt…. Familj


Elan: fru….?


Raoul: [heavy sigh and points to her smeared remains of her impaled mother] död…. Fru, släkt, ätt….. [shakes his head and points to his army] ersättning enligt vår lag…. Thing


He is now seen in profile and for the first time we see the agony he carries in his heart and we sense he has had not ever shared before. A hint of his vulnerability is exposed in the moment as he stops to remember them now. 


Elan: [moves to his side looking up at him as we can assume she witnessed this too. This is an important moment because it is his vulnerability that moves her and now she reaches for his hand hand moves it the way he had reached to touch her the other time. She puts his hand to her breast and looks up at him


scene shifts to; profiles, and their shadowy figures as he opens her cloak and pulls her to him front of the fire and they move to lay down on the beach, but clearly her arms welcome him to her and the kiss is a slow and gradual burn that becomes unexpectedly intense between them


Fade


Open


Back on the boat, the other crew members are jealously aware of the budding passion with overt expressions of harmful intent


Aerial view of island in the Baltic along the mainland border of Sweden 


Open scene of a cold and snowy wet stormy arrival by boat to Raoul’s home land, Gotland



As the winter scene of the long boat arrival occurs, some people from the island who know them arrive to help


In the blinding storm, it is possible to see some of the long houses arranged in a pattern of rows; it is in the pale light which is almost a white out of blindness, the loud howling wind mixing with the crashing sounds of waves; the mens voices eerie in the midst


Among the chaos of the storm, Roual and the men drag the longboat and moves fast through the storm to secure all the merchandise safely.. This includes the dark blue robed mysterious Elan, who he stops to lift from the boat 


There is a camera close up of Raoul as he looks into the storm somewhere towards the sea a moment and turns, the wind sweeps up his cloak along with his hair



Roual: [turns to look at Elan; he shouts something inaudible in the storm; telling her directions what todo; they have developed a kind of private language] 


Roual: på det sättet! 


Elan: yno?



Among the helpers from the long houses are women. They stop to look at who the female is 


They are clearly not pleased


One of the older women: [goes over to Raoul] 


Longhouse woman: hon stannar med djuren.  Jag gillar inte utseendet på henne.  hon skickades av Loke — du håller henne härifrån!  (she stays with the animals.  I do not like the look of her.  she was sent by Loki - you keep her out of here)


Raoul: [he looks at the woman who says this as she goes about helping to unload the boat with the other women; there are three of them who are thick as thieves. Roual notices and looks at the maimed Ulfsson who is her son and we know this now as the next exchange occurs between mother and son]


Over the wind she shouts to him:



Wife of Ulf: kommer du tillbaka med stor rikedom min son? (Do you return with great wealth, my son?)


Ulfsson: [embracing] alltid, mamma (always, mother)


After a moment of hesitation, with a thoughtful nod and a grunt, Roual takes her with him away from the long houses to the right slightly there is a small hut like structure covered in a cone of snow at the slight incline, by a grouping of skeletal shrubs


The next shot is of the inside of the hut


We realize this is actually his forging workshop. At the center of the hut there is his forge. Off to thr right of this and towards the back is a place used for sleeping. There are blankets piled her. No


Now Roual piles stacks of white fur hides in several corners of the hut. 


Elan: [walks around looking at things. She is still in her dark blue cloak and as Royal comes in from outside carrying in more things, each time he blows in more snow with him. 


Elan stands to the furthers part away from the opening. She stands shivering and wrapped in her cloak


Soon, Roual returns and sees she is cold. He takes one hide from the stack and wraps it around her. Them he turns to his forge and set about to gather his stored wood for kindling  and goes about to build a fire. As he does this


Roual: hem


Elan: hem?


Raoul: [points to her and then waves around the hut and points to himself and around the hut again]hem 


Elan: hem [nodding]


Roual: [finding a flask of mead, pours some into a metal cup for her and hands it to her. Their hands touch and he turns to look at her] för att värma dig (to warm you) [he does a gesture of shivering and nods to drink from the metal cup]


Elan: [takes cup and drinks. Coughs. But drinks more.]


She walks over to the corner area where the sleeping area is and sits on the edge of the pallet. She watches him as he goes about his task building the fire 


Camera image of him at his forge. Panning the hut towards the flap, part of the view of the storming waves can be seen, yet it is a cozy scene; he at his forge and elan wrapped in the white hides watching him from the place where he sleeps. Her body language is relaxed. Content. There is a kind of happiness that the scene seems to take that is unexpected. Amid the cold bleakness, in a squat hut, these two share a moment that is unexpected and almost unknown to them


And as he stokes the fire, his arms and motions make dramatic shadows on the wall beside him to the right, her head is turned to watch them. They are like a play she watches, the flames like the mad swings of a nocturnal bat, or like the classical conductor of an orchestra 



Fade to black

   



Raoul and Elan next scene 


Act ?



Scene?





Raoul training a wolf dog, We see him running and playing with it 


[He names the dog (Vargi)]

Raoul: Vargi! (He shouts in command)

Elan in the background watching Raoul with the dog as she is mending Raoul’s clothes; she stops from her mending at times to breathe in the scent of the fabric that must smell like Raoul —she does this like how a young woman acts when she is in love

Then looks after him in the beach with the dog with a happy and content laugh and sigh as she pauses to watch ….but we see it is Raoul she watches particularly, turned in his direction even as the dog runs around 

Fade now to another time

Scene of Raoul as he trains Elan too . He teaches the dog to protect her. He teaches her how to trust him 

Elan Raoul -/build on their language learning scenes and in the scenes we see a very different man than the warrior in his domestic life with the Celtic Elan 


on a private part of the beach laughing and running together 

Scene:

In silhouette they are seen in early morning together, the dog watches from a near distance happily stretched out on the sand 

Now Raoul is teaching her more words in his language as they idle on the beach, he does this with patience and the desire to know her better; the love is clear in his gestures to her; her response to him also transforms her into a woman who clearly worships him and is also in love and does not hide it; even as we can never see her face clearly, the way she is always watching fir him, turned towards him, reaching or is knelt to him

Raoul: Sol  (Sun)

Elan: Sol (with s stick she draws a circle with rays like the sun and he watches and smiles)

Raoul: sol (gently corrects her and kisses the top of her head)

Elan: sol

Raoul: [acts out a yawn and stretch, says:] Jag sover.  [pretends to sleep] (I sleep)

Elan: jag sover.

Raoul: Jag vaknar.. (I wake up) [pretends to stretch and wake up]

Elan: (imitates his actions of waking up) Jag vaknar

Raoul: [now points to a pretend sun in a pretend sky and says:] morgon (Morning) 

Elan: morgon

Raoul: morgon (corrects her)

Elan: morgon. [She laughs as it becomes a game] 


Raoul: morgon



He washes her as she washes him in the sea and it becomes a romantic scene 

He teaches her the words :

Raoul: vatten (Water….)

Elan: vatten

Corrects her accent again and again

Raoul: vatten

Elan: vatten (with a giggle, says it back correctly, but says it like it’s a game)

Raoul: [smiling] tvätta   (Wash)

Elan: tvätta

Raoul: tvätta!

Elan: tvätta! [laughing]

[he smiles and looks at her tenderly and starts to wash her, we see her from behind as he does this, but instead of washing he puts his hands upon her and his mouth to kiss and touch her, and pushes her back onto the sand and mounts her, 

a passionate Fade out of arms mutually embracing the other, hands touching and mouths urgently kissing 

Fade in to after math of lovemaking on the beach, he leans over her looking down at her as we can tell he is idly washes her intimately; this is an action to reveal his devotion of her and her trust of him and the level of intimacy which has occurred between them in this short time 

Raoul: [Looking down at her he whispers:]

Raoul: hungrig(Hungry) äta (Eat) 

Elan: hungrig…. [nods] äta

[He smiles] 

Raoul: hittar vi fisk?

Fade out 

Another scene 

as the moon shows lightly in the sky 

It is another day and they are inside the hut where she is sat doing his mending while the moon is seen through the small square window which is center to the hut facing the sea

he says the word for 

Raoul: måne (Moon)

Elan: måne

[raoule walks over from forge to draw her with him outside, they go out the hut door and the camera follows them outside 

He stands with her in front of the hut and draws her to him. He points up at the Stars

Raoul: stjärnor

Elan: stjärnor

Raoul: Aurvandils….[points up at the sky and mocks as he assumes a godlike attitude of fierce austerity]
Norr [points]

Elan: [looks; remembers from voyage and indicates this by acting like someone rowing and pointing to herself and the long houses and him and then up at the sky]

Raoul: ja

[now yawns and laughs]

Raoul: sömn (Sleep) [looks at her and fakes a snore sound] 


They go inside

Camera follows them the way in

As she sets about her domestic affairs straightening the interiors and sorting the mending he looks at her from where he stands by his forge 

thoughtfully looks at her considering; looks at her worried a bit from corner of eye

As he plans to go to the island of Adelsö where the legalities are decided at the Folkmoot Thing meetings and Harald the ruler presides 

With decision he reaches for his tafl board and places it on their eating table. He sets the men in their places and looks at her

he says
In his language while with gestures : 

Raoul: när det är kallt går solen bort 
[And does the act of being cold and shivering]


(when it’s cold sun goes away) [in the sand he smears the sun away] och det är alltid mörkt.(and it is always dark)

Elan: mörk (dark)[she seems to know this mesmibg]

Raoul: mörk….. [then he holds up his hand and gestures in a way to say “but”]men när det inte är kallt och det finns dagar med sol... där i norr sover solen inte.  och — du kan se om du tittar från en hög plats vid horisonten

(but when it's not cold and there are days with sun ... there in the north the sun does not sleep.  and - you can see if you are looking from a high place on the horizon)
He points to the sun and where it will sit on the horizon and the draws in the sand that the sun 

Then he says something pointing to the sun that is going down 

He points to an area far beyond them towards the north 

He thinks as he tries to explain something and holds up both hands as he pauses and then 

He says the sun does not sleep 

He points to her snd to himself to show they sleep and points outward to the direction outside the long houses and indicates they sleep, the animals —he imitates a horse and says “sleep” but says, pointing to the sun

Raoul:  nej

She is confused and repeats his gestures until she understands 

Raoul: ja

After watching her and thinking more 

He decides the only way to be free of ulf and his obligations is if he can get the Thing to allow him to go on Raid

With a sigh he points to the direction of the long houses

Raoul: Ulf, Ulfsson, Frigga, Ulfhild— [he looks at her and shakes his head in final disgust] 

Du, jag - gå härifrån ... vi går dit ditt folk kommer ifrån.  Jag ska till Thing.  Jag ska och prata där.  det är där Harald är


(You, me - go from here ... we go where your people come from.  I'm going to Thing.  I'm going to talk there.  that's where Harald is)


Elan: Harald?

Raoul: mitt folks store herre och härskare [holds up a tafl piece] stor [does a grand big gesture of hugeness then points to the other pieces and does a gesture with with you indicate they are tiny next to this Harald]

Raoul: mycket liten

Elan: nej! du går?!  mig-?  ensam? (Leave me alone?)

Elan: nej! Nej! (She points to the long houses) Ulf! Frigga! Ulfhild! Jag—nej! Jag går —-också!


Raoul: inte länge.  Jag kommer tillbaka innan solen inte sover!  du är trygg här med Vargi— (not long. I will be back before the sun does not sleep! you are safe here with Vargi—)

Overlay another scene with no sound, gestures that say they are fighting about him going and leaving her there. He points to the dog but she in sn angry gesture empties his packed bag 

He is visibly upset and worried but does not get angry at her




Open to an ominous overcast and darkened scene of the beach, the waves crashing with 

The dog is barking 

We go into the hut, enter through the window and see Elan is sat hiding under the table with the bowls, she is huddled in fear and her arms are wrapped around herself as she presses her face into one of the hides, breathing in the familiar scent that still clings to the fibers 

Elan: (whispers) Raoul …. snälla kom hem…. dewch adref [she weeps into the hide]

[the dog comes to comfort her]


The angle moves outside side the hut to the settlement thst is wracked with the storm 

But from the shadows we see Ulf, at first in shadow as he ‘walks’ past an isle between the long houses —he uses a wood stick to hobble awkwardly along, and in the wind, it is clear that only a mad berserk Viking bent on revenge would drag himself for this opportunity 

And as he clears the shadows we see he swings an ax

The lighting is strange 

It is the time of year when the sun does not long go down and as it is what would be the middle of the night the sun has already begun to rise but the storm throws an eerie light with the clouds 

From above the settlement we watch as Ulf crosses to close the distsnce to the hut

Move to inside of hut, close up of Vargi

Vargi: [growls looking up]

Elan: [now reacts to dog and sits up to listen fearfully. She is whispering:] Raoul…. dewch os gwelwch yn dda….[she is whimpering quietly, she is clearly terrified]




Ulf: [shouting in a call near the hut as he approaches] du kan inte gömma dig för mig nu (you cannot hide from me now)

Vargi growls 

Elan gets up and goes to Raoul’s work area. She picks up a wooden shield and a small knife, and a bludgeoning instrument from his work shop; but she is clearly trembling 

Ulf: komma ut!

Elan [gasps] [whispers:] Vargi! 

She slips through an under slot beneath Raoul’s workshop; there is an opening hidden behind a shrub and she hides beneath the shrubs in the muddy, sandy, earth and makes the sound of one who tries to hold back her own whimpering 

We hear the dog barking

Fade out

Fade in 

To same scene, same shot that must be hours later. The storm passed but we see she is exhausted from fear by the way her profile is turned as she stares at nothing and in shock; half asleep in the sand

Pull back

The dog is dead several feet away 

But Elan is still hidden where she is. She does not move 

Fade out

Open same scene and sunny day again

Elan still hidden where she is. It seems as if she is dead 

Pull back to another dog who is seen sniffing nearby and Ulf not far behind hobbling along 

The dog finds Elan’s hiding spot as he clamps with his teeth through her shawl

Elan: 
[With sudden strength born of terror] uses the shield she has been laying on to bash over the dogs head ]

Then goes back into the hut, not knowing where to go

Instinctively goes to the workshop and picks up the biggest sword lying around as she stands watching st the hut door 

We hear the scrape of Ulf’s hobble and stick as the sound approaches 

  









From behind elan, as she emerges back inside hut through the floor of metalwork area

Grabs longest sword and stand in front of his display of weaponry, ready to face Ulf


The music is Carmine Burana 

as the slow lead into the hut goes Ulf

Ulf: [dragging his weight as he leans laboriously on the stick in his task….. this should have a sickening sound as he drags himself nearer] Jag har kommit för att döda dig - äntligen min hämnd (I have come to kill you, finally, my revenge)

Elan: [hear her fearful breathing, but she keeps it down. She is pressed up to the contoured wall of Raouls workshop display of his work. She holds the biggest sword, not the one Raoul instructed her with

She clearly is scared but preparing to be brave to face him

She squares her shoulders, takes a deep breath, she begins to raise up the sword as she moves deeper into the shadows for cover

Camera moves to the view of facing into the hut from the entranceway. Now we watch Ulf as he drags himself and we know Elan in hidden in the shadowy area of Raouls workshop 

Now for the first time from this angle we can see Elan’s shape in the shadows

Ulf moves in slowly. Now we see how he moves; he hobbles from a kind of wood stump that is tied to what is left of his maimed leg as he uses another stick for support Ashe walks 

It is a gruesome image and should appear terrifying, especially exaggerated in the shadows of the hut 

Ulf: [in a sickening chiding manner] Oh titta!  där är hon!  inte som om du kan gömma dig i det här lilla skithuset han håller dig i (oh look, there she is! Not like you can hide in this little shitty house he’s keeping you in!)

It seems at first almost possible they are equally matched 

until

He uses his good arm in a practiced skill of maneuver, left over from his warrior days, to turn over the meal table and keep his balance and by doing thus, it corners her from being able to get past him

He has her cornered 

And for a moment as he closes the space they are both in the same frame in profile facing each other. Even maimed, he is twice her size 

He reaches behind him to pull out his blade as he leans his weight against the other end of the upturned table to do so

We realize as Elan realizes that if she does not try to move he will get her in one swipe

Her only option is clear, she must either run past him, but by doing so, he will have a clear chance at her


or use the heavy sword on him 

and it has to happen in seconds ….or she is done

In a surprising move, she kicks behind Ulf’s good knee, causing him to immediately fall and without hesitation she swings the heavy blade down over his head

He falls

And for a moment she seems victorious to us

but by the way she stays frozen we realize something is wrong

She holds her side, we realize he must have swiped her in that same move 

We see blood spreading fast from her side, bright red 

Camera shot from the slight back of her, to the right, as she sees the blood. 

As she realizes ….

Elan: [whimpers] Raoul…. midnattssolen [she starts to cry]

Camera moves behind her as she weeps and with great effort she drags herself to their bed. She walks to the side of the palate bed where things that belong to Raoul are; a pair of boots, and a pile of his mended clothes. We see her move her hands from her side, now bloodied as she reaches this side of the bed, she reaches for the folded white hide in the place where he sleeps, she puts her face inside it to breathe …. It is his smell she wants now because she knows she is dying

The white hide turns dramatically now from white to red from her blood 

From the shadows we hear a movement

We realize Ulf is still alive 

At the same time, from the distance we hear someone calling from the beach on the wind

The camera moves and then pans, from the bloodied hide to the ominous shadows where Ulf is and then out the hut’s door, out to the beach

From the spot of the beach directly in front of the hut the cameras vantage point now is. From here we see the Sun high in the sky

At this moment again we hear the voice on the wind as he calls 

Break to interior of Elan

Elan: [hears Raoul’s voice on the wind] Raoul…. (Whispers) [whimpers anew as she sees how much blood there is] Raoul! (Heartbreaking sound in her weakened and now hopeless voice, the regret horrible and heavy) Raoul…..

Camera pulls back from side shot of her from the doorway, Ulf starting to move from a squashed position on the floor where he fell, and draws backward out the hut door until we see the hut from the outside in full frame. In this frame we also see to the left the other long houses 

Now the camera turns its angle and pans the way to the shoreline in the direction of where Raoul left from 

From a haze, he appears on his boat with his men

Close up of Raoul’s face, then his eyes, squinting into the distance with a sense that something is not right

His eyes go suddenly sharp as he jerks his head 

Raoul: Elan! (his voice calls loud on the wind)

Pull back, drone shot, of Raoul jumping off the edge of the boat and running across the beach 

He sees Vargi dead and picks up speed

Music : Camina Burana 

Next shot is behind Elan, we see her hands soaked in blood, we see the hide soaking in blood

Ulf, a terrifying walking half dead image stands now leaning on a stool he has dragged to the bed and stands, leaning on it for leverage, facing her, holding an ax, at the ready high over her head

In this shot we see Raoul appear in the doorway, 

it is a matter of two strides he takes before Raoul grabs hold the ax from behind him, twists his arm, breaks it, and slams the ax over his head, and finishes him by chopping his head savagely 

Ulfsson is suddenly there

Elan let’s out a scream of warning, her final act which spends all her life energy

 it is the super energy of rage, Raoul turns in time, yanks the ax from Ulf’s dead head and swings it at Ulfsson, gets him in one swing,

It is when Raoul sees her now that the music stops
Close up of Raoul’s face as he looks at her
This is his tragedy and we see it on his face. His guilt for leaving her. His heart break. His renewed loss 

Camera moves to side of them facing each other in profile with bed behind

Then goes to her and looks at her, now the camera moves behind her to get him in the frame, we see his face 
Close up of his face, he is crying as he tries to comfort her, help her 

And now it is as if the camera is her. So, her bloodied arms would be seen as if she holds the camera 

We see her hands covered in blood reach for him, we him him looking at her, so it is us he looks at as if it is her, we see her arms go around him as he embassies her crying 

Raoul: 


We hear her hopeless whimpering as she weakly mumbles

Elan: tillbaka innan midnattssolen

Raoul: Nej!  andas!  andas!  min lilla duva, andas!  du är min själ, lämna mig aldrig! (No! Breathe! Breathe! My little dove, breathe! You are my soul, never leave me!)

Elan: Byddaf bob amser yn dy garu di, Raoul….  Fe'ch gwelaf eto .... Edrychwch amdanaf (I will always love you, Raoul, I will see you again…. Look out for me)

Pull back of side view all the way to the door as she dies in his arms


Fade out

******

Open




1990’s calendar on wall in a pale light early morning 

Female sleeping wakes up gasping, flash of the last image of dying Elan’s bloodied arms

We realize she just woke from dreaming this

~Then ends the opening sequence of Electra’s dictionary Series 1 Introduction~

What then follows would be diary entry written as they turn into visual scenes of comparison of today’s world with constant ongoing details to memories of the “DNA memory” past lives

Electra on the couch