Damsel Page #4

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Rapunzel’s finger nails are caked in dirt. Bloody from

picking.

RAPUNZEL:

He will come. He will come. He

will find me.

She’s lost count of the days. Her movements have become

twitches of insanity. Erratic.

BRAUN (V.O.)

For 30 years Rapunzel lived alone

in the high tower cell. Nourished

only by the dark magic of her

captor.

She sits in the corner, masked in the dark shadow of her

prison. She brushes her own hair. Babels. Trying to

remember

10.

RAPUNZEL:

He will come. He will find me.

Her clothing is stained. Age lines crease at the corners of

Rapunzel’s face.

The white dove comes to her window. She erupts in a bout of

insane anger. With a scream of frustration, she rushes

toward the bird. It flies away.

Her screams echo through the redwood forest surrounding the

Ivory Fortress.

Isolation.

BRAUN (V.O.)

When Rapunzel had finally lost all

hope, the darkness consumed her and

her golden heart turned black as

night.

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INT. IVORY FORTRESS - TOWER PRISON

Her prayer has changed. Furious. Malicious.

RAPUNZEL:

Give me revenge. Revenge against

the one who kept me. Revenge

against the one who abandoned me.

Revenge against the one who mocks

me while I beg for freedom.

Rapunzel; Ominous, backlit by the moon which glows through

her tower’s window.

BRAUN (V.O.)

Rapunzel surrendered her innocence

for vengeance and her prayer was

answered. The forces of darkness

filled her with a power so great,

that she might have her revenge.

A red cardinal lands on her window’s ledge.

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INT. IVORY FORTRESS - TOWER PRISON - DAY

Rapunzel sits on her bed, gazing out the window of her

prison.

11.

Her captor, the witch, arrives. Shuffles through a set of

iron keys, sliding one into Rapunzel’s cell door.

As though she were a caged bird-

WITCH:

My pretty girl.

Strange, considering Rapunzel’s aged face.

The door creeks open. The witch quickly locks it behind her.

Alone in the cell with her “daughter”, whose back is turned.

Rapunzel grins, deviously. At last.

The witch begins to brush Rapunzel’s hair.

WITCH (CONT’D)

I’ve missed you my child.

A powerful rage swells.

RAPUNZEL:

Have you, Mother?

INT. IVORY FORTRESS - GRAND THRONE ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Glistening white-stone walls stretch high. Pillars.

Grandeur.

The giant bolted doors at the entry of the grand throne room

creek against a persistent force. They strain and begin to

twist until they shatter inward.

Powerful, snake-like roots, forking as they grow, enter the

opulent space.

Leaves unfurl, creating a new archway of thick vines and

bramble.

Massive stained glass windows shatter as the castle’s new

skeleton of living-wood wraps inward.

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