Into the Woods Page #4

We are waiting!

CINDERELLA:

BACK TO THE EAVES/ AND THE LEAVES/ AND

THE FIELDS/ AND THE-

INT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE - DRESSING ROOM - DAY

A room of mirrors. LUCINDA and FLORINDA, dressed in their

ball gowns, study themselves side by side, reflected over and

over. CINDERELLA enters through a mirrored door, breaking the

image.

FLORINDA:

HURRY UP AND DO MY HAIR, CINDERELLA!

FLORINDA pulls at one of LUCINDA’S bows.

FLORINDA (CONT’D)

ARE YOU REALLY WEARING THAT?

LUCINDA grabs CINDERELLA.

LUCINDA:

(pointing to her

sleeve)

HERE, I FOUND A LITTLE TEAR,

CINDERELLA!

LUCINDA eyes FLORINDA’S hair.

LUCINDA (CONT’D)

CAN’T YOU HIDE IT WITH A HAT?

CINDERELLA grabs a stool and brings it next to FLORINDA.

CINDERELLA:

YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL.

She stands on the stool and begins fixing FLORINDA’S hair.

FLORINDA:

I know.

LUCINDA:

She means me.

FLORINDA:

No, she didn’t!

The two STEPSISTERS bicker as CINDERELLA brushes and twists

their hair into tight curls:

CINDERELLA (V.O.)

(internal)

MOTHER SAID BE GOOD,/ FATHER SAID BE

NICE,/ THAT WAS ALWAYS THEIR ADVICE./

SO BE NICE, CINDERELLA,/ GOOD,

CINDERELLA,/ NICE GOOD GOOD NICE-FLORINDA

Tighter!

CINDERELLA obliges and becomes more aggressive with the hair

styling, her emotions building as she thinks to herself:

CINDERELLA (V.O.)

WHAT’S THE GOOD OF BEING GOOD/ IF

EVERYONE IS BLIND/ ALWAYS LEAVING YOU

BEHIND?/ NEVER MIND, CINDERELLA,/ KIND

CINDERELLA--/ NICE GOOD NICE KIND GOOD

NICE--

FLORINDA screams, bringing CINDERELLA back to reality.

FLORINDA:

Ow! Not that tight! Clod!

She reels around and smacks CINDERELLA who stands stunned.

The STEPSISTERS giggle and snort.

INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE - DAY - LATER

The BAKER and his WIFE are cleaning up after their day’s

work. There is an unexpected knock at the door. They stare at

one another momentarily.

BAKER:

Who might that be?

WIFE:

(calling out)

We’ve sold our last loaf of bread!

The BAKER opens the window a crack to see who is at the door.

BAKER:

(alarmed)

It’s the Witch from next door!

The DOOR pops off its frame and goes flying across the room

in a giant puff of smoke. The BAKER and his WIFE scream and

cower in a corner.

As the fog clears, we see the WITCH for the first time and

she’s not a pretty sight. MICE and other vermin drop from

beneath her cape and scatter through the cottage.

WIFE:

We have no bread.

WITCH:

I don’t want your bread.

BAKER:

Then what is it you wish?

WITCH:

It’s not what I wish. It’s what you

wish.

She moves towards the WIFE as the BAKER tries unsuccessfully

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