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AFTER.LIFE
Written by
Agnieska Wojtowicz-Vosloo
REVISED 10/07/08
INT. PAUL'S APARTMENT. BEDROOM - DAY
BLINDING WHITENESS
We hear a MAN GASPING softly. Rhythmically.
A LUMINOUS PALE SHAPE slowly forms out of the searing
whiteness. Gradually we realize we're moving across the
ALABASTER BODY of a WOMAN. Her skin translucent.
ON THE WOMAN'S FACE
Ethereal. Her eyes closed. Her face lifeless. Then...
...her eyes open. She looks straight at us with unseeing
pale blue eyes. This is ANNA (late 20s).
We pull back. PAUL (30s) makes love to Anna. Their
movements perfunctory. Passionless. He turns to look at
her. Realizes she's not there. He suddenly stops.
Rolls off her. Sits on the edge of the bed.
PAUL
What's wrong?
ANNA
Nothing.
Anna leans down and picks up her RED SLIP from the floor.
PAUL
(SIGHS WEARILY)
You used to enjoy it. Now it's...
He shakes his head. Frustrated. Lights a cigarette.
PAUL
...it's like fucking a corpse.
Paul immediately realizes he's gone too far. Turns to Anna.
PAUL
Shit. I'm sorry. That was--
Anna gets out of bed. Walks towards the bathroom. Paul
puts his head in his hands.
INT. PAUL'S APARTMENT. BATHROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Through the fogged shower partition we see the blurred
ghostly figure of Anna. Paul walks in.
PAUL
Anna. I'm sorry. That was a stupid
thing to say. But you know sometimes...
sometimes it's like you're not here
anymore. Like you're somewhere else.
2.
Anna doesn't reply.
PAUL
Is this about us?
ON ANNA
her head bowed as she lets the water wash over her.
ANNA
It's not about us.
PAUL (O.C.)
Then what is it?
ANNA
I don't know.
PAUL (O.C.)
I just want us to be happy.
Anna doesn't move. We sense the emptiness inside her.
PAUL (O.C.)
Are you happy?
She closes her eyes. Forces herself to reply.
ANNA
I'm happy.
A DROP OF BLOOD
falls into the water. Then another drop.
ON ANNA
her nose is bleeding. She touches her lips. Looks
impassively at the blood on her fingertips. The SOUND OF
WATER carries into the next scene...
FADE TO WHITE.
A STREAM OF CRYSTAL BLUE WATER
A MAN'S HANDS penetrate the water. Thin and elegant.
Perfectly manicured. Turning slowly as he washes them
meticulously. He picks up a crisply folded white towel.
Dries his hands carefully. Snaps on white latex gloves.
EXT. CEMETERY - MORNING
A beautiful morning. We move through a tranquil cemetery.
Pastoral and idyllic. Dappled light falls through old
trees onto statues of grieving angels.
3.
EXT. FUNERAL HOME - CONTINUOUS
A path leads to an old well-kept house. Amongst a blaze of
violet tulips we see a sign: Eliot Deane. Funeral Home.
INT. FUNERAL HOME. CASKET DISPLAY ROOM - MORNING
Sun streams into an elegant wood-panelled room. The
Funeral Director, ELIOT DEANE (40s) guides MRS. AYRES
(70s) past caskets tastefully arranged on faux-marble
pedestals. He's a serene man. Quiet and professional.
ELIOT
The Antique Carlisle. Solid cherry.
(strokes the wood lovingly)
Hand rubbed satin finish. Tufted
sovereign interior. Eternal-Rest
adjustable mattress with matching pillow.
He gestures to a metal casket.
ELIOT
Or perhaps the Aegean? Solid bronze
exterior. Hand brushed finish with
Grecian bronze highlights.
MRS. AYRES
The Antique Carlisle. Definitely the
Antique Carlisle.
ELIOT
(writes in his notebook)
Excellent choice.
Mrs. Ayres caresses the soft velvet trimming.
MRS. AYRES
An antique coffin for an antique lady.
We suit each other.
ELIOT
(SMILES)
You'll look beautiful.
(BEAT)
Now about the service. Would you like a
private visitation?
Mrs. Ayres is miles away.
ELIOT
Mrs. Ayres?
MRS. AYRES
I'm sorry. Yes. A private visitation.
(HESITATES)
Mr. Deane? What happens when we die?
4.
Eliot chooses his words carefully.
ELIOT
It's different every time. Each person
dies in their own way.
INT/EXT. ANNA'S CAR - MORNING
Anna drives past the strip malls of a small suburban town
in a GREEN TOYOTA. On the dashboard a KITSCHY BOBBLEHEAD
DOLL nods its head from side to side. Anna pulls up to a
red light. Glances across at the other cars. We see the
vacant faces of COMMUTERS staring blankly into space.
The light changes. Anna hasn't noticed. The car behind
her HONKS in frustration. She quickly pulls out...
... just as a SUV turns in front of her. She slams on
her brakes. Hard. Missing the SUV by inches. The
DRIVER screams at her. His face contorted in ugly rage.
EXT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. PARKING LOT - MORNING
Anna locks her car. Heads towards the main building.
INT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. CORRIDOR - MORNING
Classes have started. JACK (11), a serious looking boy,
walks through a silent corridor. Up ahead two OLDER
BOYS, a TALL KID and a KID with ACNE, push a GEEKY BOY
against a locker. Jack tries to pass by unnoticed.
TALL KID
Hey. Jack-off!
Jack walks faster. The two Older Boys set off after him.
He darts into a corridor. Ducks into an empty classroom.
INT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. BIOLOGY CLASSROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Jack waits anxiously by the door. It looks like he's
lost the bullies. Then a sudden rustling noise makes him
jump. He turns. TINY CHICKS huddle in a plastic
incubator on a table. Jack moves over to them.
TALL KID (O.C.)
Didn't you hear me Jack-off?
Jack swivels round. The Tall Kid walks towards him as
the Acne Kid guards the door. Jack doesn't reply.
ACNE KID
He must be deaf.
5.
TALL KID
You deaf Jack-off?
Jack ignores them. Irritating the Tall Kid even more.
TALL KID
Can't fucking speak either.
He pushes Jack against the table, toppling the incubator.
Panicked, the CHICKS scatter across the surface. Just
then the door opens. Anna walks in.
ANNA
What's going on?
She glances at the Older Boys then at Jack.
ANNA
Jack?
JACK
Nothing Miss Bryant.
ANNA
Nothing? The incubator didn't just
fall by itself.
The Older Boys stare at Jack. Waiting for his reaction.
JACK
I tripped. It was an accident.
Anna looks at Jack carefully. She knows he's lying.
ANNA
(to the Older Boys)
Show's over. Get to your classes.
(TO JACK)
Jack. Help me clear up.
Jack doesn't hear her. He's mesmerized by a SOLITARY
CHICK standing motionless in the corner of the incubator.
JACK
I think it's dead.
Anna reaches in. Tenderly picks up the chick.
ANNA
No. The poor thing's just scared.
INT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. TEACHERS' COMMON ROOM - DAY
School's over. Anna listlessly corrects a stack of
exercise books. She can't focus. Pulls out a BOTTLE OF
PILLS. Shakes a pill into her hand. Swallows it dry.
6.
INT. LAW OFFICE. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
Paul works with half a dozen COLLEAGUES around a large
conference table covered with documents and thick files.
He reaches across to a pizza box. It's empty.
PAUL
OK. Who took the last pepperoni?
A PREPPY GUY slides across another pizza box.
PAUL
Great. Broccoli.
(lifts out a slice)
Who the fuck ordered broccoli?
NEAL, a thin pallid guy, looks up.
NEAL
Oh that's just disgusting.
PREPPY GUY
What's wrong with vegetarian pizza? It's
healthy.
NEAL
Pizza isn't supposed to be healthy.
Paul glances at his watch. Suddenly realizes the time.
He quickly picks up his cell phone. Heads for the door.
NEAL
You ordering in another pizza?
PAUL
Yeah. With wheatgrass and alfalfa sprouts.
Everyone laughs.
PREPPY GUY
(MUTTERS)
Yeah. Yeah. Smart asses.
INT. LAW OFFICE. CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER
Paul walks into the corridor dialling his cell phone.
INT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. TEACHERS' COMMON ROOM - SAME TIME
Anna's cell phone rings as she closes her locker. She
fishes it out from her bag as she heads to the door.
Checks the ID. Hesitates. Then takes the call.
7.
INT. LAW OFFICE. CORRIDOR - SAME TIME
Paul cups his cell. Worried he'll be overheard.
PAUL
Hi baby. I'm really sorry about this
morning. I fucked up. I know.
INT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. CORRIDOR - SAME TIME
Anna steps into an empty corridor.
PAUL (O.S.)
(FILTERED)
We still on for tonight?
(BEAT)
Anna?
ANNA
I don't know Paul.
INT. LAW OFFICE. CORRIDOR - SAME TIME
Paul's anxious. We sense he's hiding something.
PAUL
Please Anna. It took me weeks to get the
table.
ANNA (O.S.)
(FILTERED)
Maybe we can change it to Thursday--
PAUL
No. It has to be tonight.
ANNA (O.S.)
(FILTERED)
Paul? What's the matter?
Paul tries hard to cover his nervousness. Forces a smile.
PAUL
Nothing. Don't worry. I just need... I
just want us to have dinner tonight.
INT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. CORRIDOR - SAME TIME
Despite Paul's reassurances Anna is clearly worried now.
ANNA
(HESITATES)
OK.
8.
PAUL (O.S.)
(FILTERED)
Great.
INT. LAW OFFICE. CORRIDOR - SAME TIME
Paul hesitates. Lowers his voice.
PAUL
And Anna. Everything's going to be fine.
ANNA (O.S.)
(FILTERED)
Promise?
PAUL
I promise.
INT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER
Anna slips her phone back into her bag as she walks
through the deserted corridor. Her high heels echo
loudly in the eerie quietness.
Suddenly one of the fluorescent ceiling lights behind her
blows out with a loud WHUMPH. Anna starts. Turns.
WHUMPH. The next light dies. Anna quickens her step.
The lights go off one by one. The darkness quickly
creeping up behind her. There's only one light still on
as she reaches the exit. She looks up. The light
flickers. But then strangely stays on. Bathing her in a
cold pool of light.
Anna's unsettled. She turns and frantically pushes the
door. It doesn't open. She pushes hard with both hands.
Nothing. It's locked. She turns back slowly. The
darkness around her impenetrable. Almost viscous. She
reaches out...
... her hand DISAPPEARS into the thick blackness. Anna
snatches her hand back. Stares at it.
Then we hear the sound of SLOW FOOTSTEPS. Moving
deliberately towards her.
ANNA
(NERVOUSLY)
Hello?
Her voice echoes down the silent corridor. She glimpses
something move in the blackness.
ANNA
Is someone there?
9.
A BLACK SHAPE materializes inside the darkness. Silent.
Brooding. Anna can't move. Terrified. Suddenly the
corridor's flooded with a BLINDING WHITE LIGHT.
Anna's dazzled. Shades her eyes with her hand. As she
tentatively pulls her hand away...
...it's only Jack. His hand on the light switch.
ANNA
Jack!
JACK
Did I scare you Miss Bryant?
Jack moves over to the door.
ANNA
It's locked.
He gently pushes against the door. The door slowly opens.
EXT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL - MOMENTS LATER
Anna, still shaken, walks with Jack towards the parking lot.
ANNA
Shouldn't you be home?
JACK
My mom's picking me up.
(BEAT)
It's my birthday. We're going to
MacDonald's. Then on Saturday my mom's
taking me to Busch Gardens. We're
going to ride the Alpengeist.
(EARNESTLY)
Continually voted one of the top ten roller
coaster rides in America, the Alpengeist is
a breathtaking avalanche of adventure.
ANNA
(tries to keep a straight-face)
I didn't know the park was open yet.
JACK
My mom's friends with the manager.
They're opening it specially for me.
She knows he's lying again. Smiles sadly.
ANNA
Sounds like fun.
JACK
Yes. It will be fun.
10.
They reach Anna's car. Stand in silence for a moment.
ANNA
Jack. Those boys. Do they bother you
a lot?
Jack hesitates. Then slowly nods his head.
ANNA
You know you can always talk to me about
it if you want to.
He nods. Anna's clearly worried about him.
ANNA
You sure you don't need a ride?
Jack shakes his head. Anna glances at her watch.
ANNA
Well. I better run.
JACK
Where are you going?
ANNA
(HESITATES)
I have to go to a funeral. My old piano
teacher.
JACK
(with sudden interest)
Can I come?
ANNA
No Jack. Funerals are very private
affairs.
JACK
I've never been to a funeral.
ANNA
It wouldn't be appropriate Jack. Anyway
wouldn't your mom worry about you?
JACK
(SHRUGS)
Not really.
ANNA
I'm sure she would. I'll see you
tomorrow in class. Have a wonderful
birthday.
Jack nods disappointed. Anna watches him walk away then
gets in her car.
11.
INT. ANNA'S CAR - MOMENTS LATER
Anna slips her key into the ignition. Loud music suddenly
blares from the car radio. She switches it off. Squeezes
the bridge of her nose. She pulls out a bottle of pills
from her bag. It's empty. She rummages in the glove
compartment. Finds another bottle. Empty. She sighs.
EXT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL - MOMENTS LATER
Jack sits on the bench. Watches Anna drive away. Then
unzips his backpack. Something moves inside. A strange
jerky movement. Jack closes the backpack. Glances up
and down the empty street. Then walks away on his own.
EXT. STRIP MALL. PHARMACY - DAY
Anna steps out of the Pharmacy. As she washes down a pill
with a bottle of water she notices a small Hair Salon.
Looks critically at herself in the Pharmacy window.
Anna moves over to the Salon. Reaches for the door
handle... then hesitates. She's about to walk away when
the Salon door suddenly opens. Anna smiles shyly as a
freshly COIFFURED WOMAN politely holds the door for her.
INT. HAIR SALON - DAY
Anna leans back against a washbasin. Her neck tightly
cradled against the white porcelain. The light's harsh
and not particularly flattering. She closes her eyes.
Behind her the HANDS of a HAIRDRESSER in latex gloves
begin to rinse dye from Anna's hair.
ON SINK
Startling white. A stream of water flows into the sink.
Then after a moment the spiralling clear water gradually
turns a deep crimson red.
INT. MOTHER'S HOUSE. HALLWAY - DAY
Anna closes the front door behind her. She smiles as
she catches her reflection in the hallway mirror. Her
hair a dark vibrant red. Just then, from another room,
we hear an OLD WOMAN'S hacking cough.
OLD WOMAN (O.S.)
Anna? Is that you?
ANNA
Yes Mother.
12.
INT. MOTHER'S HOUSE. BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Anna's mother, BEATRICE (50s), sits in bed, knitting with
swift, violent precision. The bedside table's stacked
with medication. She's clearly been bed-ridden for some
time. An electric wheelchair in the corner of the room.
Anna appears at the door. Beatrice scrutinizes her for a
second. Then returns to her knitting.
BEATRICE
Terrible color.
Anna moves to the beside table. Picks up a dirty plate.
ANNA
Can I get you something to eat?
BEATRICE
I'm not hungry.
ANNA
You have to eat.
BEATRICE
I don't have to do anything.
ANNA
The doctor said--
BEATRICE
The doctor's an idiot. He doesn't know
what he's talking about.
Anna sighs. Trying hard not to let her Mother provoke
her. Beatrice glances up. Anna avoids her look.
BEATRICE
Why did you do it? Today of all days.
ANNA
What have I done wrong this time?
Anna goes to the window. Draws back the curtains.
BEATRICE
You've forgotten haven't you?
ANNA
No I haven't forgotten. The service
isn't till six.
BEATRICE
Then you've got plenty of time to wash it
out.
13.
ANNA
It's permanent. You can't wash it out.
BEATRICE
Then dye it back. You can't show up at
the funeral looking like that. Like some
prostitute.
ANNA
I don't look--
BEATRICE
Don't argue with me. Why are you
constantly arguing with me?
Anna bites her tongue. Heads to the door.
BEATRICE
Where are you going?
ANNA
To do the washing up.
BEATRICE
The sheets need changing. They haven't
been changed in months.
ANNA
I changed them Monday.
Anna goes to the cupboard. Takes out clean sheets.
BEATRICE
You weren't here Monday. You never sleep
at home anymore. What if something
happened to me in the middle of the night?
ANNA
Nothing is going to happen to you.
ANYWAY DIANE--
BEATRICE
(SNORTS)
Fat lot of good she is. I wouldn't have
to pay for a Nurse if my only daughter
wasn't living in sin with that lawyer of
hers. Doing God knows what. They always
leave you in the end. You'll see. Just
like your father--
ANNA
That's enough Mother!
Anna dumps the sheets on the bed. As she turns to leave
Beatrice's hand darts out and grabs Anna's wrist.
BEATRICE
That's it. Go and cry to Paul.
14.
Anna pulls herself free. Moves to the door.
BEATRICE
Go and bitch to Paul about your mean old
mother.
INT. FUNERAL HOME. VIEWING ROOM - DAY
A warm intimate room. Peaceful. Rows of chairs filled
with ELDERLY MOURNERS. Eliot stands respectfully beside
a casket. FATHER GRAHAM (50s) reads at a lectern.
FATHER GRAHAM
We have entrusted our brother James
Hutton to God's mercy in sure and...
EXT. FUNERAL HOME. DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS
Anna, in a black dress, walks quickly along the gravel
driveway. She stops. Stares out over the cemetery.
FATHER GRAHAM (O.S.)
...certain hope of the resurrection to
eternal life through our Lord Jesus
Christ, who died and rose again for us.
INT. FUNERAL HOME. VIEWING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Anna slips into the back of the room. Eliot leads MRS.
HUTTON (60s) to the body of her husband, JAMES HUTTON
(70S), lying in the casket. Mrs. Hutton touches a
bouquet of white roses by the casket.
MRS. HUTTON
White roses. They were his favorite.
How did you know?
ELIOT
They just seemed appropriate somehow.
MRS. HUTTON
He looks so peaceful. As if he's only
sleeping.
Anna approaches Mrs. Hutton. She doesn't notice Eliot
watching her carefully.
ANNA
Mrs. Hutton. I'm so sorry.
MRS. HUTTON
Thank you Anna. You were always his
favorite student.
15.
Anna smiles awkwardly. Uncomfortable.
MRS. HUTTON
How's your mother?
ANNA
Fine. She sends her condolences.
MRS. HUTTON
You look tired dear.
ANNA
No. I'm fine. Everything's fine.
But we can see in her eyes that everything's not fine.
Mrs. Hutton nods, then turns to greet another MOURNER.
Anna steps nervously up to the coffin.
ANNA'S POV
James Hutton lies peacefully amongst the velvet trimming.
Suddenly his LIPS PART... as he GASPS SOFTLY.
VIEWING ROOM
Anna steps back terrified. Stares at Hutton. His face
serene again. It must have been her imagination. She
glances up quickly. Embarrassed.
Eliot's still observing her. He nods to her cordially.
INT. FUNERAL HOME. ELIOT'S ROOM - DAY
A spartan room at the top of the house. Eliot carefully
pins a POLAROID of Hutton lying in a coffin to the wall.
Next to Hutton's photograph, we briefly glimpse the edge
of ANOTHER POLAROID.
Eliot stares intently at Hutton's image for a moment,
then takes off his jacket and moves to the window.
ELIOT'S POV
Anna's by her car rummaging in a bag for her keys.
Getting increasingly frustrated.
EXT. FUNERAL HOME. DRIVEWAY - DAY
Anna suddenly looses it. Angrily dumps the contents of
her bag onto the driveway. She kneels down. Grabs the
keys. Throws the rest of her things back into the bag.
She stands. Leans against the car. She looks weary.
She glances up at the sky desperately trying to hold back
her tears. Black storm clouds gather on the horizon.
16.
Anna brusquely wipes away her eyes with the back of her
hand. Pulls herself together. Angry with herself.
INT. FUNERAL HOME. ELIOT'S ROOM - DAY
Eliot watches intently as Anna drives away.
INT. RESTAURANT - EVENING
Paul sits at a window table. It's raining hard outside.
He glances at his watch then nervously checks his
pockets. Pulls out a RING BOX. He looks at it for a
moment then slips it back into his pocket.
As he refills his glass, Anna appears outside holding her
raincoat above her head. She stares at Paul for a moment
through the window marbled with rain.
Paul suddenly notices Anna at the window. He starts.
Spills some of his red wine on his shirt.
CLOSE on the red stain. It unfurls like a flower.
Spreading out over the white material.
ANNA (O.C.)
Sorry about that.
Paul dabs the stain with a napkin.
PAUL
You scared the life out of me.
Anna laughs as she sits down. Paul looks up at her.
PAUL
Your hair.
ANNA
You don't like it.
PAUL
I didn't say that. It's just very...