Final draft

Fuck the election. I'm never thinking about it again.
Here's the newest draft. I've altered it to make up for the fact that a) I have no one to film a crowd scene with on Saturday and b) I've simplified the story a little so it's more coherent.
Read it if you wish.
Comment if you want.
There'll be a final draft before the shoot on Saturday but I won't bore you with those details.

CLOSE UP - EYES

The tired and wired open eyes of a woman. She blinks once then, panicked, looks quickly from left to right.

We pan back to reveal her face, and the 80’s pillow cover that vaguely props up her head as she lies back in bed.

Her face is too tired to be fraught. Jaw clenched, lips tight, tear stains marking her face.

We pull back further as she sits bolt upright, face suddenly gripped with fear and sickness. Her hands reach up and cover her mouth. Terrified she looks sideways.

INT - BEDROOM - MORNING

Daylight barely filters through the curtains to illuminate an otherwise gloomy room, with hints of cheap soft furnishing. Dust coated and depressed.

The doorway is open and empty. no one is there.

MS - BED

Our HEROINE flops back onto the bed. On the pillow beside her lies a photo in a frame, the glass is shattered.

The photo shows two people, our HEROINE and her BOYFRIEND.

A couple who are very much in love. BOYFRIEND has his arms lovingly wrapped around our HEROINE. She is, in turn, staring lovingly back at him. Their faces are smeared with chocolate.

CUT TO:

FLASHBACK SEQUENCE -

1. INT - KITCHEN - DAY: The lovers are cooking together, baking a cake. They laugh and hug, wiping chocolate on each other’s faces.

Our HEROINE happily walks to the fridge and opens it, it is full.

CUT TO:

INT - KITCHEN- MORNING:

In her empty, grimy kitchen, bathed in a dirty looking light, the door of the refrigerator mystically begins to open, illuminating the room with an ugly yellow light.

JUMP CUT:

INT - KITCHEN - MORNING:

Our HEROINE is standing in front of the open fridge, disheveled in a faded, bleach splattered dressing gown and bunny slippers, her hair is matted in front of her face, trepidation all purveying.

Her arms hang limply by her sides, and rhythmically clenching and unclenching.

CU - Clenching hand, chipped nail varnish.

CU - the fridge door, ajar. Inside we see some limp salad, red milk and an exploding mouldy pot of cottage cheese bathed in a green and orange light.

CU - Clenching hand, chewed dirty nails

LS - Standing in front of the fridge - the door opens a little bit wider.

She turns around and runs out of the room.

EXT - STREET - DAY:

A dirty, busy, grey lit London street. Our HEROINE trudges sadly down the road, holding a lonely carrier bag. She stops outside a cafe and looks at the window.

In the window is a row of beautiful cakes, like the cakes in a picture book. She puts her head to one side and looks at them dreamily.

CAPTION - NOTHING TASTES AS GOOD AS SKINNY FEELS 

Guiltily she looks away and keeps trudging.

CUT TO:

FLASHBACK SEQUENCE

INT - KITCHEN - DAY:

BOYFRIEND puts two plates down, he sits down and prepares to eat, HEROINE sits down too, but looks unhappily at the food. She sadly shakes her head, gets up and walks out. He looks helplessly after her.

END OF SEQUENCE:

EXT - STREET - DAY:

Walking past the rest of the window she can’t help but look in.

CUT TO:

INT - CAFE - DAY:

In the window of the cafe sit a happy couple, they look lovingly at each other and laugh, feeding each other rich looking cake.

CUT TO:

EXT - CAFE - DAY:

The carrier bag drops from her hand - spreading its meagre content of a wilted looking carrot and a child’s yoghurt on the floor.

Two people walk past, chattering happily, they look at the poster and then towards our HEROINE, who shrinks under their gaze. The pair nudge each other with vitriol and walk away.

Our HEROINE gazes down to her navel and pulls the waistband of her baggy trousers out, revealing a space where a stomach used to be.

INT - CAFE - DAY: The couple are loving rubbing noses

CUT TO:

FLASHBACK SEQUENCE

INT - LIVING ROOM - DAY

BOYFRIEND lies on the sofa, sadly watching television. Our HEROINE is doing squats, he tries to interrupt her, gesturing for a cuddle. She brushes him off.

He gets up and walks out. The door slams behind him.

END OF SEQUENCE:

EXT - CAFE - DAY: 

Determinedly wiping tears away she walks away. The bag and spilled groceries stay where they are.

INT - KITCHEN - EARLY

As before, the fridge casting light across.

INT - KITCHEN - EARLY

MORNING: door opens on an eerily empty room,

Our HEROINE standing in front of the fridge - pensive, hair covering her eyes., hands hanging by her sides.

CU - hands twitching CU - FRIDGE, open, beaming CU - Hands.

INT - FRIDGE:

CUT TO:

Hand reaches in and takes out the red milk, extra light cheese products and replaces them with a huge block of cheese, trifle, blue milk, more cheese and a massive block of lard.

COOKING MONTAGE:

Onions are chopped. Peppers are chopped. Eggs are cracked into a bowl. Butter is melted in a frying pan. Onions thrown in. Mushrooms thrown in. Eggs thrown in. cheese grated on top.

INT - KITCHEN - DAY:

Our HEROINE sits at the table, a giant sized omelette in front of her, she takes a couple of deep and very serious breaths, then, with a fierce look of concentration on her face, she tucks in. Fast and ferociously.

EATING MONTAGE:

1. Our HEROINE lies on the floor in front of a chair, on the chair is a pile of sushi. She is in the sit up position. She performs sit ups and every time she comes to the top she eats a piece of the sushi.

2. Our HEROINE is in the press up position, a bowl of roast potatoes in front of her. Every time she goes down into the press up position she eats a potato.

3. Our HEROINE is performing squats - after completing each squat she reaches out and takes a bit of an apple.

4. She stands by the blender in the kitchen and resolutely pours milk into the blender, followed by three cream eggs. She presses the button. After blending she takes a long swig.

MONTAGE ENDS

INT - KITCHEN - DAY:

Our HEROINE lies in amongst debris on her kitchen floor. She is panting and out of breath, her face is covered in crumbs. Surrounding her are pizza boxes, vegetable peelings and food wrappers. She looks extremely ill and has one hand on her stomach. A huge grin spreads across her face.

EXT - HOUSE - NIGHT:

BOYFRIEND walks up the path to the house, he rings the doorbell.

INT - HOUSE - NIGHT:

HEROINE leans against the wall, eyes closed, preparing herself. She opens the door.

MONTAGE SEQUENCE

they sit on opposite sides of the kitchen table, eyeballing each other.

She pleads, he turns his head away. 

She shouts, he shouts.

She slams her hand on the table, he stands up, angry. 

She looks up at him pleadingly.

He starts to get up and walk out but she runs past him and opens the fridge, he stops in his tracks as she pulls out a tray piled high with doughnuts.

She eats one. He watches, intently.

She eats a second, without licking her lips. Then she reaches out and takes a third.

He dares her, with a raise of his eyebrows.

Unblinking she downs it. Nonchalantly tossing her hair.

His jaw drops slightly, impressed.

She east the fourth, sugar beginning to cover her face. She opens her mouth and shows him the content.

He starts to laugh. She laughs too, spraying sugar at him.

He grabs a packet of cream crackers off the kitchen side and eats five in a row without any water.

They laugh hysterically and spray sugar / crumbs at each other. He chases her through the kitchen and catches her in an embrace. They hug triumphantly.

FADE TO BLACK