Film Treatment- Second

8/10/2019 Film Treatment- Second

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The Illusion of existence

The Present.

Great Wyrley, England.

Bedroom in a house.

Morning.

Title.

An ESTABLISHING SHOT of a house opens the scene, quickly cutting to

a darken bedroom within this house. Daylight is attempting to burst

through the tightly shut curtains that drape over the window within

this average sized bedroom. Wardrobes, a lamp and a few clothes

strewn across the floor are all that can be seen within this room so

far. Suddenly the sound of an alarm can be heard, and a CLOSE UP of

an analogue alarm clock can be seen followed by the reaching over of

a rather limp slim arm. With no effort, the hand turns off the alarm

and gradually pulls it away from the alarm clock, lifelessly.

PANNING from the bed side table in which the alarm clock is placed,

a GIRL is revealed, hair all ruffled and ragged and not a sense of

urgency to be anywhere is shown on her face or limp body language. A

lamp is seen to be turned on that is situated on the bedside table

next to where she is sleeping. The girl rubs her eyes stretches and

then sits up, throwing her legs out of bed to place them on the

floor. The child like pattern of her ill-fitting pyjamas is revealed

as she throws the covers from over her legs but still showing the

perfectly made side of the double bed on the other side, as if no

one had ever slept there. The table next to that side of the bed is

also untouched with nothing but a box of plain white tissues with a

few sticking out of the top.

When she is finally awake enough, the girl stands up and slowly

makes her way to the wardrobe, about a couple of steps from her

bedside. When she reaches this tall oak wardrobe, she limply opens

it, still looking rather asleep. This didnt really matter much as

what greets her doesnt require much attention. Within the wardrobe

was clothing but the clothing is more boring than the wardrobe

design itself. Everything is rather plain within it, all dark dull

colours that show no sense of life or enjoyment in anything they do.

Plain white shirts, dull coloured dresses, trousers made of cheap

black nylon and at the bottom of all this are two pairs of shoes. A

pair of black flat ballet pumps and a scuffed up pair of brogues

that look like they need to be binned they have been worn that much.

The girl choses her outfit, a grey cardigan, maroon dress, black

tights and the scuffed up black brogues are thrown onto the bed

behind her. She meekly pushes the wardrobe doors shut and makes her

way back to the clothes on the bed. Ones she is dressed and slightly

ready for her day at what looks like a boring office job she leaves

the room. A WIDE SHOT of the room can be seen as she closes the door

behind her.

The female is seen going through her morning routine within the

house, one minute she is in the bathroom cleaning her teeth, the

next making a cup of tea, throwing the spoon into the sink afterstirring and removing the tea bag from the chipped dull coloured


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mug. Toast pops out of a toaster and folders are slid from the

kitchen surface. Keys are grabbed from the table in the hallway and

we finally see her leave the house, shutting and locking the dark

oak door. We see the female walk off, with her shabby handbag over

one shoulder and coffee stained folders in her hand.

The Present.

Landywood, England.

A Street.

Morning.

Next time we see the female, she is walking, alone on her way to

work, passing a few fields, houses, the usual day to day routine she

has to go through on her way to work. She heard her phone loudly

buzzing and beeping in her bag and frantically fights to fetch it

out of her bag as she is doing so, the female isnt looking where

she is going and suddenly bumps into someone from the opposite

direction. The females folders go all over the floor, a few papers

escape the clutches of her hands and she begins to apologies to the

other person who was already grabbing her papers and folders,

collecting up what they could. The face of the person isnt seen

until the female goes down and grabs the folders, still apologising

for hitting into them. As they both go to stand up, a dark haired

male is revealed, smiling crookedly to one side. He hands the

folders back to the female and they exchange in conversation. The

female reveals that her name is Mallory yet he doesnt state who he

is, only that its nice to meet her. They begin walking together

down the pedestrian pathway which in the distance seems to go on

forever. After engaging in conversation, mainly about her as when

she asks about him, he abruptly changes the conversation, turning it

round to be all about Mallory again.

After a brief walk, they stop, the male character telling her it was

nice meeting her but he must be going. They both say how nice it was

meeting each other. Mallory trying an attempt at catching his name

but all he says is Goodbye Mallory as he turns and strides off in

the opposite direction. Mallory walks off in her direction but a

CLOSE up shot showing her stopping and turning to look back at the

male only to find out he wasnt there. He had vanished. With nowhere

to go or hide, the tale mystery man had just disappeared in seconds.

Confused and lingering as she tried to puzzle out how he had gone in

a flash, Mallory finally turns, folders and bags in hand, her phone

beginning to ring again, she continues her journey to work.

The Present

Bloxwich, England.

Park.

Afternoon.

Next day, an ESTABLISHING SHOT begins a new scene in a park. Forests

of trees surround the vast area of spacious green grass land.

Mallory is seen walking along a winded path and makes her way to a

tattered old bench situated under a large old oak tree. Not many

people are around when she takes a seat on the bench. Alone, with noone in sight, she pulls her tattered bag onto her lap and takes out

a rip red apple, polishes it on her cardigan, the same one as


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yesterday, then takes an enormous bite out of it, chomping rather

loudly on this what looks like a juicy apple. She looks around at

the park, seeing the kidspark and a few people walking around from

a distance. Suddenly a male voice can be heard where no one was

sitting. It was the male from the other day. He was now sitting,

arms resting on the back of the bench in a casual, cool manner.

Mallory jumps and drops her apple as we see it fall to the ground

and roll away. She begins to explain, still in shock how much he

scared her and what a coincidence to bump into him and how he

scared her to death.

After a few moments, the male shoots up and asks Mallory if she

would like to go for a walk. Grabbing her bag and swinging it over

her shoulder, the two of them begin to walk away from the tattered

bench and head across the grass. Again the male asks Malory all

about herself, but never reveals anything about him to her, even

when she blatantly asks.

Smiling and divulge into general chit chat, the male soon stops

after glancing at his watch. They both say their goodbyes and

Mallory twirls her hair and jokes about seeing him again tomorrow.

With no reply other than a goodbye Mallory, he walks off in the

opposite direction. Mallory yells goodbye, but the male doesnt

turn, as if hes programmed to keep walking with no response to

anything. She eventually turns and goes off in the opposite

direction back to the bench she came from after watching the male

for a few moments. When she turns back almost straight after walking

off, the male again has disappeared. Nowhere to go yet nowhere to be

seen. Mallory murmurs how peculiar it was but yet again, continues

strolling back to her bench over the other side of the park still

with the dazed and confused expression upon her rather thin pale

face.

The present.


Train Station.

Mid Morning.

A few days later, Mallory is making her way to the train station off

for a low profile business meeting, again wearing the same clothes

she wore a few days ago and still looking as tattered and torn the

last few days. Mallory walks up to a platform and turns right at the

top once she has past the car park and a few bushy trees. When she

gets there, she stops, looks left, then right, then left again.

Mallory then turns and makes her way over to the train time board

above a shabby train station shelter part way down the platform. She

looks up at the small board and checks her phone to see what the

time is. Suddenly, the shocking calm sound of a male voice can be

heard asking about the train times. It was him again! Shocked and

unable to conform any words through the nervous laughter coming from

her mouth, Mallory stands still, not moving after slowly turning to

see the male behind her. She eventually after much shock makes her

way towards him and stops dead next to him. He is facing the railway

track, looking straight ahead, not even turning when Mallory comes

over to him.


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They engage in conversation, Mallory saying how weird it was that

they kept bumping into each other and beginning to throw out a load

of questions before he could even answer her. There is a small pause

where neither of them says anything, then out of nowhere, the male

slowly turns his head, nothing else, and says Peter Redrum. Another

pause fills the conversation until Mallory replies with Nice to

meet you Peter then wonders off towards the train timetable asking

what train he was getting, where he was going, but when she didnt

get a reply, Mallory turns around. Peter was gone. He didnt even

have the chance to leave, he just vanished. Mallory shockingly

laughs, not knowing what to do with herself, standing alone again

with Peter nowhere to be seen.

The present.


Home, Living Room.

Late Afternoon.

Later that day, Mallory arrives home, pushes the key into the

keyhole and shoves the whole of her body onto the door to get the

stiff oak door open. She throws her keys down, flings her shabby

black bag and shoes on the floor and makes her way into the lounge

where a laptop is left half open on the large table with a chair

placed in front of it. Work was strewn all over the table next to it

and even a coffee cup with the cold remnants of the last drink

Mallory made. She sets herself down in the chair, opens up the

laptop after picking a few of her stray papers up off the floor.

She begins doing her work, however you can see something is running

through her mind, something unusual that was bothering her. She

stops typing for a moment then opens up a browser. Mallory pauses

for a moment again to remember what she wanted to type, Peters name

and then began to enter the letters of his name. She was so

intrigued by him, not knowing much about him. Murmuring things like,

lets find a bit about you Peter. She presses enter and searches

through the choices but halts suddenly on a specific link. Confused

and intrigued, Mallory opens up the link un-knowing of the horrors

to be discovered.

Mallory gasps, clasping her hands over her face in sheer shock at

the discovery on laptop. MAN FOUND DEAD IN ALLEY filled the screen

in a news article with a picture of Peter Redrum, aged 20 underneath

it. A CLOSE UP of the article title and image is the last thing seen

before it fades out and ends the scene.

The Present.


Bedroom.

Morning.

Next day, a FADE UP reveals Mallorys room, her lying in bed. She

goes through the same routine, but this time, she goes over to her

wardrobe and finds in the depths of the hideous dull shades of

trousers, dresses and shirts, an electric blue dress with a blackcollar and the ballet pumps that were next to the scuffed up black

brogues she wore the last few days. Mallory gets dressed, does her


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hair, not in the ponytail she did previously, makes her coffee, and

her toast pops out of the toaster. She grabs her folders, bag and

keys then shuts the door behind her, locks up the stiff oak door and

leaves for work again.

The Present.

Landywood, England.

Street.

Morning.

Down the same road she was the other morning on her way to work, her

phone begins to beep and buzz but again it is still in her bag which

isnt the shabby old one Mallory usually has. Suddenly she bumps

into someone, a male again. She apologies and murmurs to herself

that she needs to stop doing this. We see a young handsome male in a

shirt and tie dressed very smart. They both smith after picking up

the folders, exchange Hellos and names, Alex, Mallory. They shake

hands and the scene comes to an end on Mallory twirling her hair,

pushing it behind her ear in a girly manner and Alex smiling a

crooked cute smile back at her.

Credits

The end

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