A student. I'm studying under Dr.
MacFarlane -- that is, I've been
studying until today --
He starts to get up. At this moment in the street can be
heard the clop-clop of a horse's hoofs and the rattle of iron
wheels on the cobblestones. On the ground and gravestones
appears and passes the monstrous shadow of a horse and cab,
angular and distorted, the driver's shadow hunched and evil,
now going from left to right.
EXT. EDINBURGH STREET -- LATE AFTERNOON
LONG SHOT -- a typical street scene of the time. A dog cart
drawn by a smart tandem passes. It is driven by a young buck
of the period; top-hatted, dandified, his whip held at a just
so angle. On the sidewalk, a group of small boys follow a
recruiting sergeant of the Seaforth Highlanders. A drummer
walks at his heels. He stops at a wooden "Charlie", the
rough police booth of that day, and begins to tack up his
posters. The boys crowd around to watch. One of them backs
up to a little trundle cart and surreptitiously filches a
piece of the shortbread being sold from this portable store.
At the other side of the "Charlie" stands a street singer, a
beautiful girl of about nineteen, dressed in ragged Highland
plaid. She is singing an old border ballad about two crows
who sit waiting to pick the dead eyes out of a fallen knight.
A shepherd, crook in hand, and faithfully attended by two
handsome collies, stops a moment to hear her song, drops some
coppers into the begging bowl she holds in her hands, then