The Martyr’s Dawn

I was delighted to have ‘The Martyr’s Dawn’ shortlisted for the London Screenwriters’ Festival competition ’50 Kisses’.   Read the ones that made the final 50 at www.50kissesfilm.com.  If you have any comments, feel free to post them on the 50 Kisses page where my script appears.

FADE IN:

EXT. DUNES - DUSK

A search party strides through long grass in the half-light of a 
fading February dusk.

EXT. HOUSE BY THE SEA - DUSK

The MOTHER sits by the door, looking through a closed window, 
searching the darkening ocean. She clutches at the crucifix at 
her neck. The last of the sun disappears. The waves crash.

INT. HOUSE BY THE SEA, KITCHEN - DUSK

Coats hang by the door, one peg is empty.  Boots line the floor, 
with one small space.  The MOTHER holds in her lap a sandy wet mac.  
She moves from her post by the window and sits at the table, 
resting her head in her hands, listening.  The wet mac sits on 
unopened letters and cards.  The sounds of the house mingle with 
sounds of the sea.

EXT. COASTAL FLY TIPPING SITE - NIGHT

By torchlight, a search party roots through rubbish.  A MAN 
approaches an old fridge.  As he opens the door he’s hit by 
a foul smell, but the child is not there.  He moves on.

INT. HOUSE BY THE SEA, STAIRWELL - NIGHT

The MOTHER wearily makes her way upstairs.  Church bells begin 
their midnight chime, over the sound of the sea.  

SON’S BEDROOM

The MOTHER sits by her son’s empty bed, below his crucifix which 
hangs on the wall.  Tears stream down her face.

            MOTHER
       Please come home.  Please let him 
       come home.  Please don’t let him 
       be dead."

EXT. BEACH HUTS - NIGHT

A search party moves around beach huts, calling and knocking.

INT. THE HOUSE BY THE SEA, SON’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

The MOTHER gets up and faces the crucifix.  She picks the crucifix 
off the wall, stroking the hands of the Son of God. 

            MOTHER
       I can’t loose him. I’ll do 
       anything.

MOTHER’S BEDROOM

She takes some scissors out of a drawer and lies down on the bed.  
A clock reads 3am.  She listens again to the sea.

EXT.  BEACH - NIGHT

A search party is picking its way along a broad stretch of beach.  
A MAN near the shore runs into the water and gives a shout.  He has 
found a rubber dingy floating in the shallows, missing its oars.  
The search party regroup and begin the search directly along 
the shoreline.

INT.  THE HOUSE BY THE SEA, MOTHER'S BEDROOM - DAWN

The MOTHER lays twisted on the crumpled bed.  Through the open 
curtains, a dim dawn cuts into the darkness.  The scissors lay 
open on the bedside table.  The MOTHER holds her son’s crucifix 
on her chest next to her heart, and kisses the one on her neck.  
The sound of the waves gets louder.

EXT.  BEACH - SUNRISE

The sound of the waves continues.  One of the search party spots 
a body of a BOY in the distance, sprawled in the sand.  The MAN 
runs towards it, arriving just as the tip of the sun appears over 
the sea.  He kneels, turns the body, and looks down the chest.  
He begins resuscitation.

INT.  THE HOUSE BY THE SEA, MOTHER'S BEDROOM - SUNRISE

The sound of the waves and the noises of the resuscitation 
continue O.S.  The scissors and the crucifix lay on the bed. Blood 
has seeped into the linen.  The MOTHER lays with her arms by her 
side, her face looking down and sideways, and one leg raised at the 
knee, resting on her other straight leg.  

There is silence. The MOTHER stops moving completely.

O.S. the silence is broken by a sharp intake of breath from the BOY 
on the beach, followed by vomiting. 

EXT.  THE BEACH - DAY

The BOY is wrapped up in a coat and blanket, and carried up the 
beach, towards the house by the sea.

FADE TO BLACK.
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