1 EXT. OPEN DEVON COUNTRYSIDE, DEVON - DAY 1, AUTUMN- 1820 1
CRASH into sudden noise and movement as a dry mud-spattered
black coach careens too close
-sunlight glinting off it and its wheels churning dust into
WELL-HEELED TRAVELLERS waiting at this unofficial staging
post at the intersection of two dry dirt roads surrounded by
golden cornfields, jostle backwards into
-a young woman who is travelling alone and she steadies
herself against their surge.
An ordinary farm-girl, MARY YELLAN is 20, pretty, quietly
unconventional, a strong sense of right and wrong, a touching
guilelessness that makes her vulnerable. She’s drowning in an
oversized man’s coat (once her father’s) and looks very out
of place as she’s pushed to the back.
The horse is still rearing with a whinny, shaking at its
harness, hooves flying dangerously, as the DRIVER heaves on
the reins to bring it to a halt.
After everyone else, MARY drags her tatty trunk through the
dirt to board the coach.
2 EXT. ROAD, DEVON - DAY 1 2
The DRIVER whips the horse along
-the coach bumping and racing unsteadily on the dirt track,
a tiny black beetle among the cornfields.
3 INT. COACH - DAY 1 3
Inside the coach it’s cramped and unpleasant.
A middle class FAMILY with a FAT DAUGHTER take up the room,
MARY squeezed into a corner, feeling out of place and
uncomfortable at their staring.
She hugs her giant coat round her, a treasured keepsake, and
turns to look out of the window, and a last glimpse of this
warm and manicured place she has called home as
EXT. CHURCHYARD, DEVON - DAY (A FEW WEEKS EARLIER)
The year is dying, autumn leaves starting to fall.
MARY wears her big coat, in the centre of a small group of
black-clad MOURNERS who stand by the grave-side as earth is
shovelled in on top of the coffin.
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A VICAR mutters benedictions, but MARY does not cry, her face
blocking out raging emotion.
5 EXT. DEVON LANDSCAPE - DAY 1 5
The coach continues its long journey through the pastoral
6 INT. COACH, DEVON TO CORNWALL - DAY 1 6
Back with MARY on the coach as she shifts to try and block
out the painful memory, hugging her coat around herself for
comfort against being an orphan.
She turns to the window away from the other PASSENGERS,
staring at the Devon fields passing outside…
But the FAT LITTLE GIRL reaches up to her MOTHER and FATHER
and MARY involuntarily watches them pick her up, another
painful memory intruding 7
EXT. FIELD YELLAN FARM, DEVON - DAY - 1820 7
MARY pushes a hand plough through a small field, and her
mother, MRS YELLAN, 40s but old beyond her years and doesn’t
look well, follows behind her sewing seeds.
They work in silence, at ease with one another, then MRS
YELLAN looks at her daughter in concern.
Mary, love. You shouldn’t be out
here on your own with me every day.
Why not? I’ve never known it
trouble you before.
But MRS YELLAN’s serious, even though she tries to say it
You need to find a husband to take
care of you.
MARY’s obstinate - darts her MOTHER her a wryly humorous look-
You manage well enough without one.
You should take Ned, love. You know
he’d see you right.
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MARY sits back on her heels, looks at her MOTHER, surprised.
You always said that if I married I
should love the man. Have you
changed your mind?
MRS YELLAN purses her lips, but not without humour, at being
caught out. MARY grins, these two are close.
Of course I haven’t.
But as MARY puts her head down, continues with her work, MRS
YELLAN’s show of strength evaporates, she’s worried for her
8 EXT. FLASHBACK: CHURCHYARD, DEVON - DAY 8
A continuation of scene four, we come back in on MARY’s face,
remembering her mother.
But the service is over, MOURNERS walking from the grave,
leaving only MARY.
A tall, loping farm boy, NED, who’s better dressed than your
average farm boy moves to comfort her *
- and from across the churchyard, three GIRLS with ribbons in
their bonnets, who are not part of the funeral, are
surreptitiously trying to catch his eye and flirt with him.
NED ignores them, though he knows they’re there, only has
eyes for MARY.
She was a fine woman.
MARY nods curtly, goes. But there’s something other than
condolence on NED’s mind. *
I know that… maybe now is not the
time, Mary, bu*
No Ned, it’s not. *
She keeps on walking, the VICAR watching her in worry, but
NED hurries after her -*