Slow West Page #3

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10 EXT - FOREST - DAY 10

JAY rides behind SILAS through the forest, brushing theremaining ash from his hair and suit

JAY trots up level with SILAS

JAY:

What’s your name?

SILAS snaps

SILAS:

Drop back, single file

JAY drops back behind SILAS

SILAS leads, JAY follows, staying single file as instructed

JAY (SHOUTS)

Why you headin’ West?

SILAS does not respond

JAY (CONT’D)

You care not why I’m headed West?

No response

9.

JAY (CONT’D)

There was an accident - My girl andher father fled from Scotland,

settled out West. It was all myfault

SILAS (TO HIMSELF)

Take a hint kid?

JAY:

We love each other

SILAS (TO HIMSELF)

Sure you do, kid

They ride on in silence

Close up of JAY, sound of waves breaking - Another memory ofRose

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EXT -SCOTTISH SAND DUNES - FLASHBACK - DAY 11

Moody grey sky

Large waves crash onto a sandy beach, the beach becomes sand

dunes

JAY stands at the top of a large dune

ROSE, standing at the bottom, shouts up to JAY

ROSE:

JAY! A thousand ways to die, choose

one

JAY strikes a thinking pose

JAY:

Bow and arrow

She pulls a pretend arrow from a pretend quiver and pretendfires it at JAY

JAY pretends to be shot in the heart and falls dramatically

He rolls down the dune to ROSE’s feet and lays still, face

up, eyes shut, tongue out

ROSE jumps on top of JAY and smiles. (This is the moment wesaw in JAY’s first memory at the beginning of the film)

JAY’S eyes are shut, ROSE places her hand on JAY’S chest andleans in, her ear to his chest, continuing the charade bychecking if JAY is breathing

JAY places his hands on Rose’s hands

10.

ROSE smiles, but pulls away, breaking the moment, pushesJAY’s head to the side

ROSE:

Silly boy

ROSE jumps up

Runs up the dune, shouting

ROSE (CONT’D)

My turn

JAY looks up to the sky

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EXT - LIGHT FOREST - DAY 12

JAY rides behind SILAS

Low light, long shadows

Distant echo of a pretty acapella song emanates from the

trees ahead

JAY head slumped, the music stirs him from his daydream

Three AFRICAN MEN, clothed in dusty ragged Union soldier

suits, sit in a circle, one in a makeshift wooden wheel

chair, one on crutches, wounds from the Civil War

They sing a beautiful Congolese song. (They’re Congolese)

SILAS rides straight past, JAY stops to listen

SILAS stops, grumps, spits, and turns

SILAS wolf whistles, JAY ignores

SILAS shakes his head, turns and trots off

The band smile, singing for the pleasure of singing. The songends and the man on crutches looks up at JAY

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