1 INT. COTTAGE, BEDROOM. WESTERN ISLES - DAWN DAY 1 (06:11) 1
We float in the darkness. We can barely make out where we
are. Somewhere in our mind we can hear the distant sound of
footsteps, whispers that seem to race forward and past us,
muffled arguments and cries that circle and fade like some
harrying birds of prey above. We also hear a constant,
strange, low, electric pulsing hum that builds as we hover
towards a sleeping figure, only just discernible in the
darkness, CLAIRE CHURCH (40). As we move closer and closer to
her the mounting discordant cacophony of sound gains a new
metre, CLAIRE’s rising and falling breath - though it somehow
sounds disembodied from her as it gets faster and stronger.
We glide over her body and face until...
CLAIRE’s eyes suddenly open wide. She’s clammy, febrile,
nauseous but awake, escaped, searching for her place in the
A breeze blows through the open window: the last vestiges of
moonlight illuminating NORRIE DUNCAN (late 30s) sprawled out,
asleep by her side. It is so early it's still night. We can
hear the sea in the background.
2 EXT. COTTAGE. WESTERN ISLES - DAWN DAY 1 (06:13) 2
We hear a door swing to. Two trainer clad feet step onto the
path as CLAIRE stands outside the tiny cottage surrounded by
the sleeping wild hills of the island, the wind buffeting
her. It’s so early it’s still night but across the hills to
the East the slightest show of sun can be seen rising up over
And that’s what CLAIRE makes for as she runs.
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3 EXT. WESTERN ISLES - DAY 1 (07:09) 3
We see CLAIRE running hard over marsh, rock and hill. Her
breathing hard but controlled.
As she runs we intercut with the thoughts she’s trying to
chase out of her head: disorienting and disturbing snippets
of the dream she wants to put behind her. So between the
solidity of her feet hitting the earth on the island, we hard
4 EXT. WASTELAND, MANCHESTER - NIGHT (DREAMSCAPE) 4
We catch glimpses of shadowy figures at the side of the road,
glowing cigarette butts in railway arches and mocking
FROM DARKNESS EPISODE ONE
The glare of a LORRY’s headlights, its horn blasting as it
Scuttling litter in the gutter: porno mags, takeaway cartons
and an old shoe.
A street worker - lit in lurid fluorescent cafe light.
A man and a woman tearing at each other’s clothes before sex;
we do not see who nor can we place them particularly (but
it’s CLAIRE & JOHN IN THE HOTEL ROOM).
Each snippet is punctuated by CLAIRE’s running that is hard
and strong, motivated by her determination to escape these
thoughts. The flashes themselves are short and lack narrative
as we are in CLAIRE’s head. She knows the story behind them
and as soon as they emerge CLAIRE is fighting to shut them
Finally we see a snippet of:
A crying woman (a prostitute) on the street, although the
image is so jumbled and in our face we can barely make it out
now. And strangely there is no sound with it. Just silence.
Then a baby’s scream.
5 EXT. COAST. WESTERN ISLES - DAY 1 (07:16) 5
We hear a deep breath, someone sucking the life back into
themselves after real physical exertion: relieved, reigning
themselves back in, surfacing...
CLAIRE opens her eyes. She is stood in her running gear, bent
over, hands on knees exhausted, looking out at the easterly
most point of the island. The first rays of the day, her
total exhaustion and isolation all reassurance and proof that
she is here now, the past and her dreams need no longer
exist. This is her reality.