Beloved Page #3
SETHE:
Just got a few more things to do, then
I'll start supper.
Sethe exits.
EXT. 124 BLUESTONE RD. - LATE DAY.
Denver is playing in the front yard by herself.
Sethe is pumping water into a bucket for clothes washing. A
gentle breeze carries a LEAF into the bucket. Sethe sees it
floating atop the water for a moment, then picks it up.
C.U. of SETHE as the image triggers a feeling - and the
feeling a memory - from long ago.
Sethe looks around her and finds she is no longer standing in
the barren field of 124...but rather-
MEMORY;
A stunning vista of the plantation SWEET HOME - sun beating
down on groves and rows of gorgeous sycamores for as far as
the eye can see. Sethe's figure dwarfed by the majestic
landscape.
Sethe looks frightened. Her breathing grows shallow. She
hears something;
THE SOUND OF A WAGON'S WHEELS - rolling over a road, growing
INTERCUT;
C.U. OF A WAGON WHEEL MOVING RAPIDLY ON A ROAD. CAMERA PANS
UP TO THE MAN DRIVING THE WAGON - A STERN WHITE MAN WEARING A
DISTINCTIVE HAT...
SETHE TURNS away from the sycamores towards the road to see;
END OF MEMORY;
EXT. 124 BLUESTONE - LATE DAY.
A MAN driving a horse and wagon with two children in the
back, coming up Bluestone Road. He wears no hat.
Sethe breathes easily. She looks around her -the reality of
124's barren field has returned. The memory of Sweet Home's
sycamores have vanished.
Denver is playing near the road. As the wagon nears 124,
Denver looks up and smiles. The Man whips the horse hard so
as to ride past the house faster. The children stare at
Denver and 124, with horror and curiosity.
The stares of the children destroy Denver's smile. She
watches them go, then turns to hide her upset and sees her
mother watching her.
Sethe looks to Denver with empathy and impotence: wanting to
ease her daughter's pain and knowing full well she cannot.
Hurt and angry, Denver runs past Sethe, towards the woods.
Denver runs with a purpose, knowing exactly where she is
going.
She reaches FIVE BOXWOOD BUSHES planted in a ring. The tall
bushes stretch toward each other four feet off the ground,
forming a round, emerald room in the center, seven feet high,
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