1 EXT RUNDOWN NEIGHBOURHOOD - FEBRUARY 2005 1
Grant, a handsome man in his 70’s, with a constant twinkle in
his eye, drives down a suburban looking street in a poor area
of a small Ontario town. He consults an address that lies on
the seat beside him. Looks at the houses as he passes them.
Mostly rental houses. Some of the yards are marked by car
tracks, the windows plastered with tinfoil or hung with faded
flags. He finds the address he’s looking for. A small house
on a quiet street. He pulls into the driveway. This house is
much better looked after though still modest. There are
flowers freshly planted. He takes a moment. Stares at the
house. Takes a deep breath.
2 EXT PIER- 1961 - SUMMER - DAY 2
GRANT’S MEMORY: of a beautiful 18 year old girl. She is
leaning against the rail of a pier overlooking a great lake.
It is windy and cold and raining lightly. The wind blows her
pale blonde hair into her face. She is confident and strong.
She is smiling, staring straight at us. She is yelling over
the wind, a glimmer in her eye. We can’t hear what she’s
saying. We hear the voice of a man in his 70’s.
She said, “Do you think it would be
fun - Do you think it would be fun
if we got married?”
A younger woman’s voice is heard.
What did you say?
I took her up on it. I shouted yes.
The 18 year old girl grins. She turns away and looks out at
the water, happy.
I never wanted to be away from her.
She had the spark of life.
She looks back at us. Right into our eyes.
The image dissolves to white, ski tracks melt over her face.
“Harvest Moon,” by Neil Young plays on the soundtrack.
3 EXT ANDERSSON’S COTTAGE - JANUARY 2003 - MAGIC HOUR 3
A bird’s eye view of a snowy, ice covered lake. A couple skis
through frame. We follow their ski tracks in the opposite
direction. To where they came from.
Over our many winters, her hair
went from pale blonde to silver.
That’s all. I don’t think I noticed
Credits over the ski tracks as we follow them. We arrive at a
warmly lit cottage. It is old and large but not ostentatious.
We pause here and then we continue on around their property.
We find FIONA AND GRANT ANDERSSON, skiing together through
their field. Grant is in his 70’s, Fiona in her sixties. They
are both stunning and sexy, with humour in their eyes. We
recognize Fiona as the beautiful girl we saw at the
beginning. She is ethereal, light, and sly. As though always
enjoying a private joke. They pant hard as they ski side by
side, glancing at each other.
3A EXT GAZEBO - EVENING 3A
They stand in a gazeobo at the edge of the lake, staring at
the sunset over the frozen water. They stare silently,
3B EXT GAZEBO - EVENING 3B
CLOSE ON Grant and Fiona’s fingers, unlatching their skis
from their boots.
4 INT ANDERSSON’S KITCHEN -JANUARY 2003- EVENING 4
The cottage is warm and comfortable. Rugs crooked on the
floor and cup rings bitten into the table varnish. FIONA and
GRANT are both tastefully dressed. They prepare dinner
together. There’s a sense of easy routine about it. Grant
chops vegetables while Fiona tends the stove. There’s not a
lot of conversation about what they’re doing. As he maneuvers
around her to dump the vegetables into the pan his arms
encircle her waist and he steals the spatula from where she
has left it on the counter.
He hides the spatula behind his back. She turns to look at
him, knowing what he’s done.
Give me that.