Below is the script for the dialogue that will take place when the main character turns on the TV to the news. We will use a teacher in our school who we believe will fit the role perfectly as his voice resembles many news reporters.
The body of another ex-soldier was discovered this morning in North London.
The victim, identified as James Palmer, recently served in the Iraq War as part of the 5th Infantry Battalion.
Police believe the murder to be linked to the recent ‘Poppy Killing’ across the area.
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Friday, January 9, 2009
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Script
Below, is the final draft of our script; which takes place between the protagonist and his mother, over the phone. We will only be able to hear his side of the conversation, therefore we didn't write out a script for the mother.
[phone rings]
Killer:
[picks up the phone]
Hello...? Oh hi mum, yeah I'm fine.
The camera pans across the window-sill to show the blacked out photograph of his battalion, and a war medallion.
It then cuts to the killer again, tracking him as he heads towards the kitchen
I just saw it now; [ironically] it's awful how they keep finding more bodies...
[Pauses in wait for his mother's response]
I'm not a soldier anymore mum...[shows slight sign of distress] I left that behind years ago.
[Assertively; almost resentfully] Look, I'll be fine; if there's one thing I learnt out there, it was how to look after myself
[Turns to look at the drawer]
I'm just on my way out, can I call you back later?
Okay, take care, bye mum.
As he puts the phone down, he moves towards the drawer. On opening it, we see a close up of several poppies and a knife inside. He places the knife in his back pocket, picks up a poppy, and leaves the house.
[phone rings]
Killer:
[picks up the phone]
Hello...? Oh hi mum, yeah I'm fine.
The camera pans across the window-sill to show the blacked out photograph of his battalion, and a war medallion.
It then cuts to the killer again, tracking him as he heads towards the kitchen
I just saw it now; [ironically] it's awful how they keep finding more bodies...
[Pauses in wait for his mother's response]
I'm not a soldier anymore mum...[shows slight sign of distress] I left that behind years ago.
[Assertively; almost resentfully] Look, I'll be fine; if there's one thing I learnt out there, it was how to look after myself
[Turns to look at the drawer]
I'm just on my way out, can I call you back later?
Okay, take care, bye mum.
As he puts the phone down, he moves towards the drawer. On opening it, we see a close up of several poppies and a knife inside. He places the knife in his back pocket, picks up a poppy, and leaves the house.
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