dear celves, we are not safe
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03 February 2023
02 February 2023
from my script notes
Another scene (pasted straight from notes) (unedited)
this goes respectively before Elan’s demise
More Script notes
Film Noir
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
a globe theatre
He is always watching the ‘board’, it is always in view but it is he who is always watching. and when no one seems able to find him, I know he sits among the clouds.
It is a lovely view when you look out from the spot he likes best to go; the ground has softened and curved to habit.
There is a dome of mist that frames the view, a thickening to clouds.
To look out at it, it seems like an abstract painting that is always in motion with silver lights that twinkle and sparkle like opals and diamonds with shocks of bolts and often fire but from here it seems very very far far far away
I have so often sat there next to him. It is the most natural place to be. Sometimes in silence. Sometimes in shared thoughts. In his presence we are all children