Script for my short film

The scene takes place in the dining room, in which character ‘Daisy’ is reading a newspaper upside down. She is confronted by an ambiguous being and begins talking to the ‘camera’. There is nobody within the room, which is just the way Daisy likes it, it makes her feel secure, due the strong control, as she considers this as ‘her place.’ There are copies of her ‘script’ and newspapers spread across the whole table, the scripts representing the idea of her having to rehearse what she is about to say to the being in front of her, by following a script it allows her to repress her real personality, thus her fake and show-girl personality is present. Daisy speaks to the camera like she knows what it is/ who it is, however the audience do not realise or ever see what she is speaking to, until the end when they realise she’s confronting her memory and guilt.


Daisy: (Excited, Direct mode to the camera) you’ve come back again haven’t you, I know you would... this is what I really need, just... a second chance! -

(Camera begins to distance away from Daisy)

-Don’t go, I used to be a performer you know, all over the country... the world in fact! Some called me the ringleader; the boys called me erm... Dirty Daisy, but that doesn’t matter. You know, dictated how much attention I got, but now... it’s so quiet. It’s all quiet. It’s the dull, aching, frustrating, ear bleeding silence. It makes my ears bleed. It’s like they hear you, but they really aren’t listening, you know? It’s been difficult, so difficult, so isolated and alone... but I was young, and, yes, I admit I was ill back then. We all did it, we all took turns... we all showed the world what we could do, our performances where world news... we generated and created media//

(Starts shaking and scratching head with frustration)

Why are you doing this? The one chance I’ve got// You’re not real... you’re not there, you’re not there// (returns to reading the newspaper) It’s such a dark and un-rehearsed world, it’s almost like a video game, and we’re all characters being played by... god or something. (Slightly Aggravated) You’re just there all of the time, you anger and hurt me.
I have all of this work, just surrounding the table... to keep me busy. I don’t think about what i did as long as i have this work in front of me... this keeps me in another world, in a world all the way up there, away from this place, this place... feels like an itch you can’t scratch, like the shiver of an ice lolly on your teeth constantly attacking, whenever I’m in this world, there’s a big stabbing pain in my chest. (Look at the camera with desperation)

(Speaks to the camera) So, I ask you one more time, are you... please, just take me away with you? I’m scared, because of what I’ve//