Monday, September 10, 2007

Going to a funeral (interlude, andante)

"Harry. There's someone on the phone for you", Mark said -- Before you read on, you might want to read the first part of this triptych, I mean... if you haven't already. -- Mark stepped back out on the terrace while Harry went inside to talk to whoever had called.
---[script]---
John [still sitting in his deckchair]: "You just saved my life, man, kind of."
Mark: "You're welcome." [walks over to old leather armchair, picks up bottle of beer, hesitates seemingly with no reason. His eyes wander around for some time, the silence between the men suits the scenery -- sunset, remember? and eventually sits down. The whole process might take up to a minute, suggested effect: jump cuts.]
Harry [returns to the terrace; his drug-induced cheerfulness has apparently vanished. He squints repeatedly, leans againgst a wall and begins to speak] "My sister." [pause] "My dad. He is dead."
---cut---
Too bad a few pages are missing here. That would've made some heart-wrenching scene. Imagine Harry finding the right words to express his family problems, which like in 99.9% of everybody's case, are closely entangled with his emotional problems. After hardly more than two or three sentences the guys decide to go to the wake and funeral together. The distant noise of traffic begins to mix some soft strings... the music accelerates to said adante and then there could've been a cut to ...maybe a montage of the guys packing their bags, going down to Mark's car, placing backpacks in the spacious trunk (Remember? You can possibly fit a body in there... actually you can, easily...) --- and bam! Next thing you know, we're on the road. That is... Harry, Mark, and John are.

To be continued.

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