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					Letter To Michelle

        By

   John Condon




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                 Over The Top Productions
                     1 Hicks Bolton House
                             Denmark Road
                                   London
                                                     NW6 5DJ
FADE IN:

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

A MAN in his late twenties stares at a fly, which is
sitting on the ceiling above him. The fly methodically
cleans itself, as he watches, which he does for some time.

Eventually, the Man sits upright. Slowly and carefully, he
slides his legs off of a large double bed. His toes recoil
momentarily when they make contact with the cold wooden
floorboards and he rubs his naked shoulders to warm himself
against the morning chill.

His hair is short and messy and he is in need of a shave.
The bright sunlight, which streams in from the window,
is making him squint heavily. But in spite of all this,
he still looks handsome.

He gingerly climbs to his feet and walks towards the far
side of the bedroom. A second, female, figure remains in
the bed, partially hidden by the mass of sheets and quilts,
which are strewn about the bed.

EXT. HILL OVERLOOKING CITYSCAPE (SPRING) - DAY

The Man walks down a gently sloping hill, which overlooks
the city. A low hanging mist obscures most of the buildings
from view. He lifts up the Collar of his coat to protect
his face from the cold, and his breath is clearly visible.
He pauses for a second or two, and looks back over his
shoulder, before quickly moving on.

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

An alarm clock switches the time from 6:59am to 7:00am.
the sound of music emanates from the clock and a female
voice, Dido’s, begins to sing:

"My lover's gone, his boots no longer by my door, he left
at dawn, and as I slept I felt him go, returns no more,
I will not watch the ocean, my lover's gone, no earthly
ship will ever bring him home again."

A WOMAN lies in a double bed on the far side of the room.
She opens her eyes, and stares blankly at a fly which sits


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on the wall beside her. She looks over her right shoulder,
the other side of the bed is empty. She looks around, down
at herself and back once more to the wall. The fly has
gone.

She raises the quilt higher up her chest. She appears to
be upset. Bright sunlight streams in from the window behind
her and the song continues:

"My lover's gone, I know that kiss will be my last, no more
his song, the tune upon his lips has passed, I sing alone,
while I watch the ocean, my lover's gone, no earthly
ship will ever bring him home again."

The Woman sits naked at the end of the bed and hugs her
arms around her shoulders. She wears no make up but her
large blue eyes sparkle in the cold morning light and her
skin is pale and clear. She is unconventionally beautiful.

Slowly, she gets to her feet and walks towards the large
bedroom window. She pulls up a silk dressing gown over her
shoulders, as she walks.

EXT. CITY STREET (SPRING) - DAY

The Man walks through deserted streets. He has his hands
buried deep in his coat pockets and his gaze does not
leave the pavement.

INT. DAY - BEDROOM

The Woman passes the clock radio as she leaves the bedroom
and slams her hand down on top of it, stopping the song
in mid sentence.

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

She enters the living room and opens the window. The
sunlight is not as bright in this room, but there is enough
light to reveal an object on the dresser, by the balcony
door. It is a letter, and it has been stood up against
a small wooden box, which sits on top of the dresser.

The Woman reaches out for the envelope and turns it over
in her hand, to find that it has been sealed. She runs the
fingers of her left hand across the seal before turning it
over once more and running her fingers across the name


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written on the front: Michelle. Tears well in her eyes.


She faces back into the room and carefully studies the
mess. On the coffee table lies a fountain pen and scattered
sheets of blank paper, as well as scrunched up balls of
paper covered in blue ink stains. An empty bottle of red
wine lies on the floor beneath the table, but no glass
can be seen. A half empty bottle of blue ink and
an overflowing ashtray take up the remaining space
on the small table.

EXT. PARK (SPRING) - DAY

The Man lights a cigarette and looks in to the distance.
He is seated on a wooden park bench in front of a wide
strip of simple lawn grass. He stares at the balding,
frost covered grass and his eyes begin to glaze over.
A tiny smile razes at the corner of his mouth. He ruffles
his fingers through his, still, untidy hair and he smiles
to himself.

EXT. PARK (SUMMER) - DAY (FLASHBACK)

The Man and the Woman are sitting on a picnic blanket on
a wide strip of simple lawn grass. Laid out around them
are various foods and a bottle of white wine. They are both
laughing and being very tactile. The Woman reaches down for
a little round box of Camembert cheese and the Man watches
intently. She lifts the lid off to reveal a small but
charming Diamond engagement ring, embedded in the cheese.
For a moment or two she looks very confused. He whispers
something to her and removes the ring from the cheese.
He places the ring on her finger. A small amount of the
cheese remains on the ring. She seems stunned.

EXT. PARK (SPRING) - DAY

The Man finishes his cigarette, and lights another.

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

The Woman remains seated on the sofa in front of the coffee
table. The letter sits on the now tidy table, in front of
her. There is a faint fluttering noise behind her, and she
looks over her right shoulder to see a small yellow
butterfly, flapping against the glass balcony door. Upon


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closer inspection she notices that it is inside the room.
She looks over her right shoulder, to the other window.
It is open. She gets to her feet to investigate, edging
close enough to the butterfly to touch it. The wings
continue to flutter as she places her right hand on the
glass beside it, but it does not fly away. She reaches
up, and opens the door. Only then does it decide to fly.
The small insect gains altitude quickly as its wings beat
against the cold air. It flies towards the huge iron tower
on the horizon, and the Woman watches it go, with a smile.

EXT. PARK (SPRING) - DAY

The Man finishes his second cigarette, and gets to
his feet. He walks along a wide path dotted with benches.
The path runs parallel with a wide strip of simple lawn
grass. At the far end of the strip of grass stands
The Eiffel Tower.

INT. BATH ROOM - DAY

The Man sits motionless in a bath of steaming water.
Droplets of water echo around the room as they fall from
the shower nozzle, suspended above the bath. Concentric
ripples spread toward the Woman as each droplet strikes
the surface of the water. She slowly raises her right arm
out of the bath and water cascades from her open palm.
With her left forefinger she chases the remaining droplets
of water from her hand. She studies the pruned fingertips
of her right hand, and rubs these too, with her forefinger.
She draws her knees up against her chest and looks beyond
the open bathroom door.

INT. COFFEE TABLE - DAY

The letter sits unopened on the table.

EXT. PARK (SPRING) - DAY

As the Man walks beneath the Eiffel Tower, he briefly
looks up in to the pyramid of black iron, which disappears
in to itself like a spider web.

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

The Woman sits on the living room sofa, drying her hair
with a towel. As she does so, she stares at the letter.


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She leans backwards and then sits up with a start. There
is a muffled crack and from behind the sofa cushion she
pulls a framed photograph of herself and the Man. She
looks around the room and then studies the photograph for

a moment. She runs her fingers across the cracked glass
and smiles. She forces back the tears and looks away.

INT. LIFT - DAY

The Man runs his fingers across a photograph of himself
and the Woman, which is in his wallet. His body shudders
slightly with the sound of heavy lift mechanisms moving.
He looks up and then once more to the photograph.
The lift continues upwards.

INT. BED ROOM - DAY

The Woman applies makeup to her eyes and her lips. She
looks at her reflection in the mirror, and checks her
clothes are not creased, by running her hands down her
stomach and arms.

INT. LIFT WINDOW - DAY

Character POV of the beautiful views of Paris as seen
through the large window's of the Eiffel Tower lift.
The sun is rising swiftly as the morning pushes on,
but the mist still hangs heavy over the frost covered
city. The sound of lift mechanisms can be heard,
as it heads upwards.

INT. BED ROOM - DAY

The Woman applies nail varnish to her left hand. Her
fingers are shaking slightly and she is not wearing
the engagement ring.

INT. LIFT WINDOW - DAY

Character POV of the city grows further away, as the
Lift climbs higher and higher. The sound of heavy lift
mechanisms continues in the background.

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

The Woman sits on the living room sofa, fully dressed and


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made up. She once more regards the envelope on the coffee
table. After a small pause she reaches over and picks
it up. With visible determination, she gets to her feet
and walks towards the dresser. She opens the envelope
as she walks and she removes the letter.

INT. LIFT WINDOW - DAY

Character POV of the city becomes a shroud of grey mist,
as the lift climbs higher still.

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

The Woman stands by an open window, as she reads the
letter. Her eyes scan furiously and tears eventually begin
to stream down her cheeks.

INT. LIFT - DAY

The Man shudders as the lift grinds slowly to a halt.
The sound of the heavy mechanisms screeches as the brakes
grab hold. The lift doors open and he is bathed in light.
He steps forward slowly.

INT. LIFT WINDOW - DAY

The various silhouettes disperse left and right as they
exit the Eiffel Tower lift in to the bright sunlight.

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

The Woman stands by the open balcony door. As she reads
the letter, her tears continue to fall.

EXT. EIFFEL TOWER VIEWING PLATFORM (SPRING) - DAY

Character POV as the low railings of the viewing platform
get closer. Heavy and deliberate footsteps echo against
the iron floor. There are no other people in this corner
of the platform.

INT. FRONT DOOR - DAY

A key enters the door and turns sharply. A lift door closes
in the corridor behind.

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY


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The Man stands by the open balcony door in the living
Room, by the dresser. He picks up the envelope. It has
been opened, and resealed. He removes the letter and takes
a deep breath.


EXT. EIFFEL TOWER VIEWING PLATFORM (SPRING) - DAY

The Woman stands by the low railing of the viewing
platform. The railing is as high as her chest and her
fingers twitch as they wrap tightly around it. She looks
down towards the tiny people milling about at the base
of the tower and she takes a deep breath.

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

The Man finishes reading the letter, with tears in his
eyes. He reaches inside the envelope and pulls out a small
but charming Diamond engagement ring. He looks out through
the open balcony doors towards the huge iron tower
on the horizon.

EXT. EIFFEL TOWER VIEWING PLATFORM (SPRING) - DAY

The low railing of the viewing platform vibrates slightly.
The wind whistles across the iron floor. The space where
the Woman stood, is now empty. She has gone.

INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY (FLASHBACK)

The Woman wakes with a start. She is slumped back on the
living room sofa. Birds are singing outside and dawn has
already broken. She picks up the letter, which is lying
on the coffee table in front of her and scans it. She
reaches for an envelope, with tears in her eyes, and
accidentally knocks an empty bottle of wine on to the
floor. She notices the framed photograph, standing on the
edge of the table. She covers her mouth to stop herself
from crying and places the frame behind the cushion of
the sofa. She studies the ink stained fingertips of her
right hand, and rubs them, with her forefinger.

She folds the letter and places it inside the envelope.
She writes the name: Michelle on the envelope, places her
engagement ring inside and seals the envelope shut. She
puts the envelope on the dresser and walks in to the


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bedroom. The Woman removes her clothes, climbs in to bed
and swallows the contents of a small bottle of pills that
is sitting on the bedside table. She washes the pills down
with a glass of water, and lays her head on the pillow.
She closes her eyes.



INT. DAY - BEDROOM (FLASHBACK)

The Man stares at a fly, which is sitting on the ceiling
above him. The fly methodically cleans itself, as he
watches, which he does for some time.

Eventually, the Man sits upright. Slowly and carefully, he
slides his legs off of a large double bed. His toes recoil
momentarily when they make contact with the cold wooden
floorboards and he rubs his naked shoulders to warm himself
against the morning chill.

His hair is short and messy and he is in need of a shave.
The bright sunlight, which streams in from the window,
is making him squint heavily. But in spite of all this,
he still looks handsome.

He gingerly climbs to his feet and walks towards the far
side of the bedroom. A second, female, figure remains in
the bed, partially hidden by the mass of sheets and quilts
which are strewn about the bed.

The second figure, his LOVER, rolls over and stretches
her slender arms upwards. She yawns.

                         LOVER
                    (in French)
               Where are you going?

                            MAN
                       (in French)
               Home!

She sits upright, while pulling the sheet up, to cover
her breasts.

                         LOVER
                    (in French)
               To her?


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The Man pauses for a moment before answering.

                         MAN
                    (in French)
               She is my home!


EXT. HILL OVERLOOKING CITYSCAPE - DAY

The Man walks down a gently sloping hill, which overlooks
the city. A low hanging mist obscures most of the buildings
from view. He lifts up the collar of his coat to protect
his face from the cold, and his breath is clearly visible.
He pauses for a second or two, and looks back over his
shoulder, before quickly moving on.


FADE OUT



END CREDITS



FADE IN:

EXT. EIFFEL TOWER VIEWING PLATFORM (SPRING) - DAY

The low railing of the viewing platform vibrates slightly.
The wind whistles across the iron floor.

After a moment or two, a tall, well dressed TOURIST
walks towards the railing and takes hold of it with his
left hand, while protecting his eyes from the glaring sun,
with his right hand. He stumbles over an object on the
floor and looks down. At his feet sits a tatty brown
suitcase. He leans down towards it, but the Woman runs
up to him and grabs the suitcase before he does.

                          WOMAN
                    (in French)
               Excuse me!

He raises an eyebrow, as she turns and strides away,


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confidently.

                         TOURIST
                    (in French)
               Um?...

She glances back at him with a smile before continuing
on towards the lift.


He watches her leave with a broad grin on his face.
He tilts his head to the right and nods to himself as he
watches her enter the lift. The lift doors close behind
her. The Tourist laughs to himself, before slowly turning
around to admire the beautiful view.


FADE OUT




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