Homework: Film Intro

This piece was supplied by one of our fine published authors, and valued member Kate Wright, and a topical piece indeed.

 

Enjoy.

BWG HOMEWORK

Film Intro

Pleasant Garden Setting with the gentle sound of water dancing in a fountain, the buzz of contented bees, and the creak of a child’s swing. A fat pompous man is sitting beside a small table with a half full glass of whisky on it, relaxed in comfortable garden chair surveying it all with a smile of smug satisfaction on his face.

Camera pans across the garden settling for a fleeting moment on points of interest i.e. the fountain, a butterfly, bees, the unoccupied child’s swing gently moving as if just deserted by its owner. Then focuses on the man in the distance gradually zooming in to get his full-face smugness.

Man – Well that is a good job done. No one can accuse me of unfairness, constructed to achieve the most from those who are unable to do anything about it. He chuckles No one noticed I didn’t hike cigarettes, tobacco or alcohol excise duty up. Takes out cigar and lights it. Not enough people smoke these days to make it worthwhile. He lifts the whiskey glass and toasts himself before savoring a large mouthful. I’ve earned it, probably loose my seat next election but doesn’t matter I’ve plenty stashed away. He leans back contentedly and closes his eyes.

 

Pause – then gunfire from off screen man topples onto grass, screaming and clutching his knees from which blood is streaming.

He struggles to reach his pockets being unable to spreads blood across cloths and face. Camera stays focused on his disbelieving face. Slowly he brings his hands up and looks at them sobbing.

Man – I haven’t got seven dollars on me.

Fade

 

Next Scene

Hospital emergency ward two doctors talking as man lies on bed.

First Doctor – Kneecapped, haven’t seen injury like it since I left Ireland.

Second Doctor – Never walk properly again, but I don’t suppose he’s learnt anything from it. Typical of his profession all talk, but he’s lucky, he won’t need to go on disability, he would have done if they’d been better marksmen and hit his tongue.

First Doctor – Well we’d better get him into surgery; after all he’ll expect us to do a proper job even if he can’t.

 

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