Watercooler

Watercooler

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  Pelican Crossing By Beth Izatt 2016[email protected]
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  1 INT. BEDROOM- DAY 1 A Monday morning. VAL - late teens, t-shirt and jogging bottoms - rushing around, ripping her clothes out of her wardrobe, giving them quick glances before she launches them into the air and watches them float down onto an unmade bed. VAL (TO HERLSEF) No...no not this...oh for god sake. Abruptly, Val hurls into the toilet, appearing a few moments later, wiping her mouth with a screwed up piece of toilet paper, slumping on the door frame. Val makes her way to the kitchen. She leans her arms on the countertop, placing her head in her hands, her gaze falling on a pill bottle. Val looks at the time, making her way out of the kitchen. POV towards table with pile of unpaid bills and clipping. Val glances at the stack of unpaid bills and then to clippings of a job vacancy swapping her glance back to the unpaid bills. NEW ANGLE Val sighs, shoving all contents of her bedside table into her bag. Val makes her way out the door. FLATMATE Val...are you- Val leaves, closing the door without a word. 2 EXT. STREET - DAY 2 A quiet calm high street, a frosty breeze scatters leaves across the damp pavement. Val walks at a slow pace, dragging her feet. POV up the street. The odd person buzzing around the shops, chattering to unexpected familiar faces. NEW ANGLE Val arrives at a crossing and presses the cold button. POV Val presses the button to see the ’WAIT’ lights flicker on. (CONTINUED)
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  CONTINUED: 2. As thelights turn red and the beeping green man appears, Val ventures out, crossing the road and passing a variety of strangers, young and old. Val keeps her head down, focusing on her walking pace, stopping briefly to check the time on her phone. POV phone screen. VAL (to herself) Is that the time...? Val looks up from her phone screen, noticing an old woman steadily slumping onto a bench. Her gaze breaks as her walking pace quickens. POV phone screen. As she walks down the road, Val fixates on the old woman on the bench again. Suddenly Val begins to rush down the road, frantically looking into shop windows before finding a coffee shop and hurling into the toilet, emerging moments later wiping her mouth with toilet paper, grabbing her phone to look at the time once again. POV of phone screen VAL (to herself) I’m going to be late. Val rummages around in her bag, trying to navigate her medication. VAL (to herself) ...Oh where are they? Rummaging turns into a chaotic hunt. VAL (to herself) No...no this can’t be real. Val arises, looking hard into the distance for a pharmacy, pacing up and down the road, running out of time. She becomes fixated on an old tattered bench. POV OLD WOMAN sitting on the bench, gazing into the day with a smile. (CONTINUED)
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  CONTINUED: 3. Crossing theroad once more she slowly makes her way to the old woman. NEW ANGLE old woman greets Val with a warm smile. Val looks up above the old lady, finding herself staring at the faintly lit green cross light of a pharmacy.