THE MAIN AND CREDIT TITLES ARE IMPOSED ON a mezzotint of
Edinburgh castle viewed from the Causeway. When the last
credit title dissolves
STOP FRAME of STOCK SHOT showing Edinburgh castle. Over this
is a title:
EDINBURG -- 1831
With the DISSOLVE of the words the stock shot comes to life
with a carriage coming toward the CAMERA.
EXT. EDINBURGH STREET -- LATE AFTERNOON
FULL SPOT -- Down the lonely, almost deserted street comes a
cab drawn by a bony white horse. This black and sepulchral
vehicle passes through the long shadows and sharp gleams of
the late afternoon sun. On the box, bunched over, almost
lost in the folds of his triple-caped overcoat and with a
battered beaver on his hand, is the cabman. The horse plods
along, his hoof beats echoing with a hollow sound in the
narrow street. At the corner the vehicle turns left.
EXT. GREYFRIAR'S CHURCHYARD -- LATE AFTERNOON
The black cab drawn by the white horse goes slowly past a
little cemetery. The driver turns his head and looks down as
he goes past.
From his ANGLE, but not a MOVING SHOT, a pleasant little
graveyard with mossy gravestones; old turf making a spot of
green between the gray walls of the kirk and the blank stone
wall of a large building.
Seated on a table stone is young Donald Fettes, a poor
medical student, dressed in worn neat clothing with only a
woolen scarf about his neck for warmth. He sits in such
scanty sunlight as he can find, munching on a cold bannock
and washing it down with thin ale from a round stone bottle.
MED. CLOSE SHOT -- Fettes. In the closer view it can be seen
that he is looking at a small Cairn terrier who lies morosely
guarding a newly-made grave. The dog, with his head down
between his forepaws, occasionally glances over
apprehensively at the young student. Fettes takes a bit of
his bannock between his thumb and forefinger and leans
forward toward the dog.
Here, -- here's a bit of something
The dog does not stir. Fettes leans further forward almost
putting the morsel of food to the dog's nose. The dog growls
savagely. Fettes draws back.
Now, now, laddie -- I only wanted
to be friendly.
It is at this moment that a shadow falls athwart him and
looms up in the afternoon sunlight against the wall behind
him. He looks up.
ANOTHER ANGLE -- Fettes looking over as Mrs. MacBride, a
plump, motherly woman of middle-age, with a Tartan shawl over
her head and carrying a pannikin of water and a bone with
some meat on it, comes through the gate. She crosses over to
the little dog, puts the water before him and starts
shredding little pieces of meat from the bone to feed him.
The dog laps avidly at the water, then gratefully takes the
morsels of meat she gives him.