So Do I

2009-10-18T14:57:00.004+13:00

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INT. BAR. NIGHT

This is an underground New York style bar with candle like lights, cussions for seats and a good fifty people sitting crossed legs, listening to the single singer/guitarist on the tiny stage. There's not a sound except for his voice, enchanting, yet full of sorrow.

SINGER
Water drips and I can't stop, winds and bombshells, a swirl of nothing in a world of shame.

When she enters the dark room, she is all that he can see. He is BERNARDO, she is MELANIE. As he looks at her, she seems to move in harmony with the music, her bohemian skirt dancing graciously around her legs. There's a glow around her.

EXT. STREET. NIGHT

A little New York street where few people walk, where even time barely sneaks in and just a few street light offer a shy glow.

BERNARDO
I'm still here, can't you see? I have never left.

MELANIE
I'll always be yours mon amour.

BERNARDO
How can you be? How can you ever be?

INT. BAR. NIGHT

Every face is locked on the singer except for Bernardo, looking almost the opposite way, where an angel walks.

SINGER
The sky opened in half and you took my hand, leaves fell and I stood.

EXT. STREET. NIGHT

They look at each other, her with compassion and him with fear.

MELANIE
Don't be afraid.

She brings her hand to Bernardo's face without touching it.

MELANIE
Close your eyes.

And he does.

INT. BAR. NIGHT

The music is quieting down and the singer's eyes are closed. It is a slow and heart breaking music. Mélanie walks towards the stage and Bernardo follows every one of her movements.

INT. BEDROOM. NIGHT

Bernardo is lying on a bed, his face bruised and screams in pain. He squeezes the bed's blanket in his fists and and he cries. He is not holding any part of his body but rather screams like a devastated soul.

Mélanie enters the room, quiet yet concerned, she is just as splendid, a constant glow around her. She sits by the bed, lying her arms head on top of the bed. She waits. Bernardo obviously hasn't seen her. He lets another heart breaking scream out which makes Mélanie close her eyes.

INT. BAR. NIGHT

Barnardo's face is quiet and peaceful. He stares at Mélanie as she drives her bare feet onto the stage. She has long wavy red hair, a small bunch of it attached to the back, holding the rest behind her head. She walks behind the singer who doesn't pay attention, his eyes closed. She runs her fingers from his left arm, holding the guitar's neck, then behind his neck and ends up on his right shoulder, not touching him.

MELANIE V.O
I must go, you know that. I can't stay here. I can't stay with you.

INT. BEDROOM. NIGHT

The same music continues in the background, played too loud by the neighbour. Mélanie hasn't moved. Bernardo is sitting on the bed, facing her, holding his legs folded against his chest.

BERNARDO
Why not? I'm here, I'm staying here.

MELANIE
You should move.

Tears roll over Bernardo's bruises on his face.

BERNARDO
I can't, I just can't. This is it, this is us.

INT. BAR. NIGHT

Mélanie dances on stage, she is gracious, untoucheable, mermerising. Bernardo looks at her, a faint smile on his face. She turns and swirls.

SINGER
Just as I feel you by my side, the storm rages on the edge of this world, on the edge of our love.

MELANIE V.O
You must find your way.

BERNARDO V.O
How did we get here? How did this happen?

EXT. STREET. DAY

The same street, Mélanie and Bernardo kissing under an autumn sun. It all looks different, the red and yellow leaves, they laugh.

INT. CAR. DAY

The music is playing in the car's radio, the same singer, the same song. Bernardo is driving and Mélanie is turning a map around and around, looking for something. It turns into a joke and they both laugh.

INT. BAR. NIGHT

Mélanie is moving around on the tiny stage, using the space as efficiently as one could. In the audience, no one speaks and some listeners have their eyes closed.

SINGER
Lightnings from the sky and everything falls.

A few notes, the artist's fingers caressing the strings.

INT. CAR. DAY

Just a few notes, sound caressing the scene when all other sounds disappears. On the windshield, the reflection of a truck and the map, the laughs, all extinguished.

INT. AMBULANCE. DAY

Bernardo opens his eyes, a mask on his face, he is unfocused and blacks out again.

SINGER V.O
And I may rise for eternity.

INT. HOSPITAL. DAY

Bernardo is brought into an emergency room.

SINGER V.O
And I may rise for the love of us.

Doctors are working on him quickly and with clinical efficiency. He opens his eyes again. He is still unfocused but slightly more conscious. He looks around and in the very next room, he recognizes Mélanie's body surrounded by just as many surgeons.

SINGER V.O
And I may rise for our fate, our destiny.

He looks at the other room with intensity, trying to figure out what is happening and as he is about to pass out again, her heart monitor falls flat.

A series of flash follow with for only noises the flat heart rate and the increasing beat of the music: Bernardo and Mélanie kissing in the street under the autumn leaves, they play around on the bed, pillowfight, white feathers flying everywhere in slow motion, she laughs looking at the feathers, like a little girl, like an angel. Bernardo is in a hospital bed by himself, plugged in several machines.

SINGER V.O
But if you fall I fall, if you die I die, so small is this world, so small is this life, if you're not around.

Mélanie is sitting by his side, glowing peacefully, in the hospital, waiting for him to wake up.

SINGER V.O
If you're not around.

EXT. STREET. NIGHT

Dim lighted and empty, apart from Mélanie and Bernardo, her hand close to his face.

BERNARDO
I'm still here. I'm still here. Why am I still here?

MELANIE
You must live for us. You must live in peace to let me go in peace. We are inseperable now, we are two faces of a coin. You live and I...

BERNARDO (interrupting)
Please don't say it.
(beat)
Two faces of a coin huh?

MELANIE (she smiles)
Yes, a very shiny one.

INT. BAR. NIGHT

As Mélanie dances, a thin blue glow grows ever so slightly, making her look so exceptionally beautiful.

BERNARDO V.0
A very shiny one? how can that be?

MELANIE V.O
Live for the both of us.

Mélanie breaks off from the stage, walking slowly towards Bernardo, making her way through the crowd which doesn't seem to notice, as if she wasn't even there. As she approaches him, the glow grows more and more intense.

SINGER V.O
I will be happy, I will always be happy.

She brings her hand to his face, not touching him. He smiles, closes his eyes and she disappears in a flash of blue light.

Succession of flashes: her hand close to his cheek in the dark street, her hand close to his cheek in the same street under the autumn sun, her hand close to his cheek in the middle of a rain of white feathers just after the pillowfight.

SINGER V.O
Now that you're gone, I know this is a lie.

They stare at each other, the feathers flying around them in slow motion. They stare at each other's eyes.

SINGER V.O
When you die.

They smile.

SINGER V.O
So do I.

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2009-08-03T22:52:00.004+12:00

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A glimpse at Sophia

2009-07-28T14:03:00.005+12:00

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EXT. TOWN HOUSE. DAY

Covering her head with books, SOPHIA runs under the rain, following the small path that leads to her house. She gets cover under the porch next to the entrance door. She shakes her clothe and then pause for a beat, looking at the rain falling as if it would never stop.

SOPHIA V.O
It rains. It always rains. It's geographical they say. I got used to it somehow but I think it plays on my mood still, somewhere deep inside, where the sun's gone missing.

She gets her key out of her side pocket and opens the door.

INT. SOPHIA'S HOUSE. DAY

She throws the keys on the table, takes off her wet coat, shivering. She walks towards the bathroom, we follow:

INT. SOPHIA'S HOUSE - BATHROOM. DAY

Sophia grabs a towel and starts drying her long black hair.

SOPHIA V.O
I'm cold. I'm always cold. My body misses this damn sun.

She stops, gazing at her reflection in the mirror for a beat.

SOPHIA V.O
My Heart misses this damn sun. Why did you have to go?

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2009-07-03T13:54:00.011+12:00

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INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT

Surrounded by darkness, whispering a lullaby, MARRY walks with a glass of warm milk in her hands.

MARRY
Not a bear or two, but a bear and you, and you.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

The city lights illuminate Marry's face with red and blue.

MARRY
No you won't scream and you won't cry. I'm here.

She holds the glass of milk between her hands for a beat and then puts it on the night table by the bed. She lies down and covers herself with a thick blanket.

MARRY
Sleep now, I'm here, sleep.

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So Do I

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