This is my first attempt at a screenplay, so please be kind with critique. Many thanks.
Greasepaint and sunshine
By
Louise Topp
toppuk@yahoo.co.uk
Draft #__1__ rev. 5th may 2010
Registered 5th may 2010
1 FADE IN - EXT [THEATRE ON SEASIDE PIER] - NIGHT
Windy night upon the seafront, it is foggy. Distant laughter comes from pier theatre, car pulls up into car park, its headlights reflect across chain link fence before going out. It has been raining and the stones are still wet, and shine under the lights of the seafront. Lights from fishing boats can be seen upon the horizon of the sea which is crashing up onto the beach. Behind are cliffs silhouetted against the orange glow of the town. The car door opens and a man climbs out holding a bunch of keys in one hand, and a torch in the other. He is met at the gate of the pier by two policemen, their luminous jackets reflect in the light as they move. They both approach the man who is closing the car door.
FIRST OFFICER
Mr Phillips?
MR PHILLIPS
Yes?
FIRST OFFICER
We’ve had complaints about late night music, seems like you have burglars
HE STEPES FORWARD
MR PHILLIPS
I know I can hear (tries not to sound too sour).
Mr Phillips stares along the boardwalk towards the theatre
MR PHILLIPS
We've had break-in’s in the past officer, but I assure you these are no burglars
A brisk wind whistles round them as they open the gate and continue to walk past the ticket office towards the theatre. They go up three wooden steppes, stopping at the doors to the theatre.
SCENE CHANGE
2 INTERIOR [INSIDE FOYER OF PIER THEATRE] - NIGHT
Mr Phillips switches on a torch as the three men enter the foyer. The beam plays long the brass rails of the staircase and off glass bottles behind the bar, also reflecting dust swirling in the light. The three men walk carefully past the lift towards the auditorium. Sounds of hilarity and laughter can be heard as through parties were in full swing, followed by clinks of glasses and scratchy gramophone music.
SECOND OFFICER
Should we call for backup?
MR PHILLIPS
No, that won't be necessary
A glow of light shines underneath the door of the auditorium. Shadows flit backwards and forwards behind the frosted window panes. The sound of a man clearing his throat greets them as they approach the door, the noise repeats itself and all the men hear it.
SECOND OFFICER
There's definitely someone in there
MR PHILLIPS
Well lets go and say hello then (Mr Phillips shoves open the door)
The music abruptly stop’s and everything goes silent into darkness. Everything is deserted; a long isle of beige carpet runs down all the way to a red curtained stage. Upon the stage stands a single bare light bulb attached to a pole, its radiance casts lurid shadows around the area adding to the creepiness. Mr Phillips notices the curious way the policemen stare towards it.
MR PHILLIPS
It's a ghost light.
FIRST OFFICER
A ghost light?
MR PHILLIPS
In Shakespear’s time the actors would light a candle to ward off ghosts. This one hasn't worked.
Reaching behind a pair of red curtains either side of the door, Mr Phillips flicks a switch bathing the auditorium in a yellowy light.
MR PHILLIPS
The pier and the theatre are over 100 years old. (Mr Phillips shoves the torch into his pocket) What you just heard we think was a party that took place prior to a disaster in 1933.
FIRST OFFICER
What disaster?
The officers glance nervously towards the stage at the pole.
MR PHILLIPS
There was a fire here during a matinee performance. Caused by a lamp; the staff of the day tried to cut it off by pulling the curtain down, but it too caught fire only adding to the tragedy. In those days there were no extinguishers, sprinklers, alarms, or water connections. The only fire fighting equipment available were six canisters of a dry chemical called "Kilfyre", which was normally used to douse residential chimney fires. If you care to check the records at the library, you will find the whole sordid details listed. They say thirty people died in the flames.
FIRST OFFICER
Terrible loss of life, but we'll check the details just to confirm it
MR PHILLIPS
The past is better left off alone (reaches for light switch)
The three men retreat back into the foyer leaving the theatre in darkness. The only illumination comes from the ghost lamp on the stage.
FADE OUT.
2 FADE IN - EXT [PIER THEATRE BACKDOOR] - DAYTIME
Janet Ray is five minutes late when she arrives at the theatre stage door. She is let in by Stan Parker and usherette just leaving for the day; they smile briefly at each other as they pass. She hangs up her coat in the cloakroom; she can hear the clock chiming seven despite the wind blowing. She puts on a blue overall and goes to a cupboard, where she picks up a duster and a can of polish before heading towards the auditorium. She stops before the main double doors to stare up at an old painting of a man, called John Coles hanging in the foyer. Janet adjusts her apron nervously before opening the door. The empty stage looks like an open mouth, above it is a painting of a garden with palm trees.
Starting to dust the wooden armrests of the red velvet chairs, she fails to notice a woman walk quickly across the stage in a black high necked dress with her head down in mourning. Janet looks up hearing footsteps but see's nothing except the empty stage. Resuming her cleaning, she has a strong feeling she is being watched. Looking up she is shocked to find a man in a dark suit and top hat standing motionless on the stage watching her cleaning.
JANET
We're closed to visitors
The man continues to stand there watching her.
JANET
I said we're closed!
The figure of the man begins to collapse in on itself followed by a whooshing sound until he isn't there anymore. Janet stares dumfounded at the empty space where he has just been. Janet drops the duster, and runs towards the double doors of the auditorium. She passes the lift and see’s a man in 1930’s clothes dashing into a lift, just as the doors close behind him. Janet flies out the doors and along the boardwalk never looking back.
FADE OUT.
3. FADE IN - INT [PIER OFFICE] – DAYTIME
Two men are sitting in the pier office on their break. One of them is smoking, while the other man is sitting cross legged. Outside the wind whistles eerily in through the eves.
MR PHILLIPS
Did you know they had to use the theatre as a morgue?
MR DAWSON
A morgue, what the hell for?
MR PHILLIPS
When the influenza epidemic struck camp Wentworth in 1918, the theatre was used to store the bodies. Autopsies were performed on the soldier’s bodies; embalmers had to work under the stage lights in grim conditions. Whilst others stood in the rain clutching blankets and dying. They called it the blue death because on opening the bodies, the lungs had turned blue.
MR DAWSON
God how awful!
MR PHILLIPS
Yes, apparently a dead body was once spotted on stage during a performance. We had to lie and say it was part of the act. (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
MR DAWSON
You’ve lost another cleaner then? (LIGHTS A PIPE)
MR PHILLIPS
Janet? Yes, refuses to come back, even for her wages. I can’t keep losing staff, not the way things are at the moment.
MR DAWSON
So you still might have to sell this place to old Harrison after all then?
MR PHILLIPS
Not a thought I like to think about, you know he’s been after this place for years. Wants to turn my theatre into a casino!
MR DAWSON
Damn fool, it’s not meant to be a gambling Den!
MR PHILLIPS
This place has seen a lot of history. Did you know when my great grandfather John Coles built the pier in 1898 ; it was the place to be? The theatre has seen many plays and shows; we once had Mary Cunnings the famous 20’s singer here. Now all we have are the ghosts… PAUSE
Both men jump as the door of the office suddenly bangs.
MR PHILLIPS
Who is it?
A woman puts her head round the door.
MR PHILLIPS
Gemma, how can I help you?
GEMMA
There’s two men wanting you to sign for a delivery at the backdoor.
Mr Phillips gets up stubbing out his cigarette into a metal bowl.
MR PHILLIPS
End of break I suppose, duty calls.
Mr Phillips leaves the office going along a narrow passage towards the back door where hinds Gemma waiting.
GEMMA
They’ve gone (SHE IS HOLDING A BROWN PAPERED OBJECT)
MR PHILLIPS
Did they say who they were from?
GEMMA
Dunno, never seen them before. There not on the pier as I’ve looked
MR PHILLIPS
How very bizarre. Never mind give it here.
Gemma hands over the parcel, and goes off into Dukes bar leaving Mr Phillips alone with the parcel. Examining the object he sees’s for the first time that rough string is tied round the paper. He shakes it gingerly and He pulls at the string and the wrapping slides off, a piece of paper and some leaflets scatter to the floor. He picks them up and he goes very pale.
SCENE CHANGE
DUKES BAR, MUSIC IS PLAYING SOFTLY IN THE BACKGROUND
Mr Phillips finds Gemma behind the bar wiping up glasses, and putting them on a shelf.
MR PHILLIPS
Gemma, can I have a word?
GEMMA
Certainly sir
MR PHILLIPS
This delivery, could you describe who delivered it?
GEMMA
I don’t understand, have I done something wrong?
MR PHILLIPS
You haven’t done anything wrong; I just need to know what the two men you saw looked like?
GEMMA
They was wearing peaked caps, shirts and waistcoats. I did think it a bit odd, but I’m not one for commenting sir. Why do you ask?
MR PHILLIPS
It doesn’t matter.
Mr Philips turns towards the door and stops
MR PHILLIPS
If they return, can you let me know?
GEMMA
OK?
Mr Phillips returns to his office placing the leaflets on his table. The leaflets are from a performance of June 1933, when the pier disaster occurred many years ago; and a handwritten letter.
FADE.
© 2010, Louise Topp
© 2010, Louise Topp



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