Letter 23 - script

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INT. BEDROOM - DAY


HENRY ADAM WOOD is sitting up in his bed. A writing table, tray shaped, straddles his body. On it is a quill, inkwell, and parchment.


The DOCTOR is standing next to Henry's bed, he looks concerned and shakes his head.


The doctor points to the parchment. Henry gives him a scowl as the doctor leaves.


Henry picks up the quill and begins to write.


                                       henry
                                (V.O.)
                  Dear Bromwell...As my butler, I am sure you have heard
                 through gossip and whisperings from the other servants that I
                 will not live much longer.



Henry looks off into the distance, lightly nibbling on the end of his quill. He begins to write again.


                                       HENRY (CONT'D)


                                (V.O.)                      


                         I beg you to recall the unfortunate collision involving                      


                         your son, aged 6 years.


FADE TO:


EXT. A LARGE GRASSY GREEN - DAY


A crowd of people dressed in dresses and day suits stand around what looks to be a picnic. There are tables of food laid out, and red and white checkered blankets on the grass. Some people sit, while others are mingling.


A game of croquet is being played by several people nearby.


                                       henry (CONT'D)
                                (V.O.)
                         I can only apologise that I did not take more
                        of an interest in your son’s upbringing...


We see BROMWELL'S SON standing with his ballooon.


                                      HENRY (CONT'D)
                               (V.O.)
                         ...so that he would have correctly developed
                         the good sense not to jump in front of one's carriage.


We hear the sound of a horse galloping and see in the distance, YOUNG HENRY, recklessly driving a cart. Young Henry is finishing off a bottle of wine and takes no care to watch where he is going.


We ZOOM IN to Bromwell's son's fear-stricken face.


We ZOOM IN to the horse's wild face as he gives a horse-like scream. There is a sound of hooves scraping as the horse tries to stop.


WIDE SHOT OF THE BACK OF THE CART.


We see Bromwell's son fly out from the front of the cart and off-screen.


The horse, cart, and Henry, continue out of control down a hill and out of sight.


Party-goers begin to gather.


We hear a crash, and see a wheel from the cart fly up over the hill and roll past BROMWELL, who stares after it. He runs in the direction his son flew past.


                                        HENRY (CONT'D)
                                 (V.O.)
                         I do believe that my cart and horse are still needing
                         replaced. Please see Mrs Wood for repayment.


The crowd around Bromwell's son obstructs our view and Bromwell pushes past them to get to his son.


cut to:


INT. BEDROOM - DAY


Henry is writing, looking quite please with himself.


                                        HENRY (CONT'D)
                                 (V.O.)
                         Sincerely, Henry Adam Wood.



Henry puts down his quill. Thinks a minute, then picks it back up again.


                                        HENRY (CONT'D)
                                 (V.O.)
                        P.S. I feel that your reaction to my suggestion


cut to:


EXT. A LARGE GRASSY GREEN - DAY


We see a large woodpile. A short, stout looking MAN, is digging through, rejecting pieces of wood, until he finds one the right size.


Bromwell is standing nearby watching, with a look of horror on his face.


                                         HENRY (CONT'D)
                                  (V.O.)
                        of having my carpenter fashion a new leg for
                        your son from the woodpile, was not received with
                        the same enthusiasm with which my generosity was
                        bestowed.


cut to:


INT. BEDROOM - DAY


Henry puts down his quill, a sly smile on his face. He leans back, laces his fingers together over his chest and closes his eyes.


END.

Created: Apr 16, 2014

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