This is the first draft of the script and we will adjust it and cut or edit parts as we go along.Short film script:SCENE 1:Screen starts of black with title and credits and cuts to man sitting at gravestone. Man sitting down on grass leaning against head stone, quite relaxed and looking confident. He is average height, average build, average age with average hair and an average stare. The only thing slightly odd about the Man is a slight vagueness to his features. Camera starts with close up of mans face.

(Camera zooms out as a passer by walks in front of the camera and is tracked)Man: Hello

Passer by: *Coughs* (walks on, taking no notice)

 (Man looks straight at the camera and begins to divulge his story non-diajetically)

Man: Don’t you hate it when people look right through you? (Nods head towards that passer by) I seem to get it all the time. I swear no one even knows I exist. I know I am great lookin’ and all but Jesus is it too much to ask for a little attention!

 (Camera fades to flashback of the man walking down the street alone)

 Man: I walk the streets that I once bounded down but now, no matter what, even if I back flip the full length of the town no one takes a second glance.(Camera fades back to man, with a high angle shot looking down at him as he looks up.)Man:  I feel like I have done some unthinkable crime that everyone knows I have committed, but are too scared to mention it. But no it’s not even like that; I look in these peoples eyes and I see nothing.   (The man stares at camera for a few seconds then looks down and the camera begins 360 pan around man, as he continues to mentally tell us his tale)Man: Surely if I had murdered a mother and her 2.4 children or blown up some bus I would strike fear into these people but they just look blankly at me. It’s like those guys you see from time to time that just have something about them; they have an innate power surrounding them that just tells you they have shot a guy.(Camera flashes to the man’s thought of him shooting someone)Man in thought: I am going to kill you! Get down of your fucking knees and beg!(Scene only lasts few seconds and flashes back to graveyard, with a medium close up shot of the man smirking)Man: However, I talk now about killing but I could never go through with it. Don’t have any guts you see. I could never be one of those guys. I wouldn’t even know which way to hold a gun let alone take someone’s life. (Smirks again) And if I’m honest I can’t back flip down the street; my arms don’t seem to work like they used too.(Camera follows the Mans gaze down to his lap as he tries to grasp the cigarette but cannot, and the man looks back up to the camera, and speaks out loud.)Man: I can’t even hold a cigarette anymore. In fact I find it hard to do anything with my fingers now since that black out I had a few weeks ago. I’ve just sat around on this grave for days on end, doing nothing and…(The man looks away from camera, trying to think. Screen goes black for a second then comes back with him shaking his head still trying to think. The entrance music begins again getting sharply louder as the man searches his thoughts and the screen slowly fade to black as the music reaches its peak.)

 

SCENE 2:The scene fades from black to a medium close up of the mans face again. He rubs his face on his shoulder, faces back at the camera and blinks, seeming to wake himself up. He starts to speak, non diajetically again.

 Man: Anyway every human needs companionship don’t they. I wish some one would acknowledge me in some way. Heck, I’d even take a smack in the mouth above this ignorance people show towards me. ( Smirks to himself) I’ve got a lot to give, you see. Even though my accent is, as my Father would put it, common I am a well educated man and have a degree in art under my belt. (Pfft) What fucking good that ever did.I should be flying high, going to parties, getting wasted, fucking celebrities…(Scene flashes to party quickly, like before and then back to man. The camera begins to circle the grave stone again and after one pan the camera settles on a medium close up..)Man: But I seem to have been dealt a bad hand. I have worked hard all my life at school, in Uni, at work but still people haven’t noticed my potential. My Dad had a good name for the youth of today when I was young; wasted potential. And I had become the very thing I swore I would rise above. Ah well who cares.(Shot fades away again for a brief moment with just sounds of graveyard, then fades back into previous shot of the man.)Man: You may be thinking I have always been lonely and always been an old windbag, whinging about his life but I was once happy (slight smile in corner of mouth) I met this woman. She was young and beautiful. We fell in love.(Scene flashes to couple walking along street holding hands then flashes back)Man: We went out. We got married. We had a child. We were happy. We were average…(Expression changes to look of despair)Man: We were bored. I had the ‘perfect’ life and then I went and fucked it up.(He bangs his head on the gravestone and the scene cuts to image of a girl at a work desk, the music begins t get more dramatic.)In hindsight sleeping with my secretary was not the best of ideas but at the time I needed something exciting, to make me feel alive.(Scene then flashes to the man holding a box leaving an office block, the cuts to a long sceene of a woman and child walking away from him. this all coincides with the dialogue.)Man: However that one night of passion followed by awkward day at the office led to a sexual harassment charge, me being sacked from the museum and my wife subsequently taking her perfect self and our Jeremy away with her. That bitch took him away from me, my own son, just because I hand a fling with the office whore.(The shot fades from the mother and child walking away back to the graveyard with the man Looking away, suddenly thinking).Man: Saying that if I knew the consequences would I still have done it? …(Out loud)  Probably.

 SCENE 3:(Over shoulder shot looking at the graveyard, as we see what the man is looking at. There is a person walking around reading a gravestone, not even noticing the man.)man: When I was growing up I had a pressure placed on me to succeed. It was my dad. He was always pushing me to do well ever since I did my first Jackson Pollock at the age of four. He forced me into art school and then of too Slade, in London, which led to my degree. (flash of graduation day) After that however I became THE disappointment.(He lets out an ironic chuckle.)man; I guess I just wanted a bit of love but I left behind my art and went to work in the History Museum.(Camera fades back to medium close up of man)Man: This shocked him and I was forever labelled as the black mark in the family. Now you may say the history museum curator of fossils is a respectable job but when you have a sibling in government and the female Einstein (Flash picture of Einstein) for a sister then you can see why I am seen as the weak link. But I was always told I would be special. (Out loud) And I became ‘the wasted potential.(Shrugs shoulders and slouches, losing confidence and screen fades black and back again)Man: Naturally when I settled into my mediocre job (Flash wedding photo) and my mediocre wife and acquired my mediocre child I became very, very, very bored. The love died and Jayne became one of those ‘soccer mums’ you hear about complaining to head teachers about a staff member telling of her precious child because he just threw a ball at another kids head. (scene fades to family room, with man over top) I began to look on my family with distain and this led to the affair, my family leaving me and then the drinking. (This family scene fades to man in house alone drinking and watching horror film) One day I just went down to the local Co-op, bought a bottle of vodka and a remake of some 80’s horror film, went home and drank the whole bottle. (Scene fades back to grave yard this time the man talks out loud)Man: Now I didn’t get addicted; I’m not going to whine about how I crave liqueur like those people you see on daytime TV shows, crying how they have destroyed their family and then blaming it on alcohol. I just chose to drink. That simple. It gave me something to look forward too and to take my mind of stuff. It made me happy.(Scene fades to black with man giving slight smirk again)

Scene 4:(Scene opens with close up of man)Man: Anyway back to my point, I wonder why people ignore me. These past two weeks have been hard, with her leaving me and now I can’t seem to connect with people. It’s like my chord with reality has been cut; I’m watching my life through a plastic screen. ( Out loud)Why is that? When she left did she take more then my car?(Leaning forward, resting head on his hands)I don’t know. it’s all a blur really.(Shaking head in a confused manner)Maybe the drink is blurring my memory. Actually what have I been doing this past fortnight? It’s all jumbled.(Sitting bolt up)Graveyard?( Fade to long establishing shot of grave yard then back to close up with man Looking around him)I’ve been hanging around this graveyard? Yes. I remember, yes, I have been spending a lot of time here at the local graveyard. Don’t ask me why, I just have been drawn to it, in my alcohol ridden state I ‘spose. I always sit by this new headstone too…(Points over his shoulder)…only been here two weeks I think. I just sit here, thinking drunken thoughts, having these nightmarish flashbacks to memories I haven’t lived through. ( cuts to scene of man in toilet) There’s always this man in my dreams, a downtrodden man who’d been dealt a bad hand. I see him sat in the bathroom, empty bottles surrounding him. He is sat propped up by the bath, sat in a pool of red liquid. There are slashes on his wrists.(Fades to extreme close up) It’s Blood…(Stares forward)… His blood!?(Turns around and reads the headstone. His face suddenly takes on a transparent look and he slowly fades into the damp earth.)