script

1. Script – Draft 1
FADE IN:
OPENING TITLES APPEAR ONSCREEN DURING FIRST SCENE
EXT. RURAL PATH – MORNING
A frosty morning in winter, a jogger prepares to go for a run.
LAUREN, 18 year old student, stretches and puts her headphones in.
LAUREN (VOICEOVER)
I don’t know why I’m doing this. I just need to get it
out.
A MAN walking a dog passes LAUREN jogging and whistles.
CUT TO:
EXT. BUSIER STREET – DAY
LAUREN, dressed in casual clothes, walking along a pavement. Another
MAN approaches from behind her, meaning to overtake.
LAUREN (VOICEOVER)
Sometimes, I think, it’s the little things that get you.
It’s tying your hair up so it’s harder to grab. It’s the
shape of keys imprinted on your shaking hands. It’s your
fake laugh during the fake call on the phone that’s dead.
Other times, it’s the bigger things. It’s the ‘compliments’
that make your skin crawl,
MAN
Excuse me, love.
LAUREN (VOICEOVER)
-Or the lingering hands as they brush past, or the
apologetic half-smiles that say:
CUT TO:
INT. WORKPLACE/OFFICE
An older woman, LAUREN’s SUPERIOR.
SUPERIOR
(Apologetically)
Sorry, Lauren. There’s just not a lot we can do.
CUT TO:
EXT. EMPTY STREET – NIGHT
LAUREN, dressed in going-out clothes, walks alone down a dark street
illuminated by streetlights. A MALE FIGURE is leaning by a wall in
the shadows. He calls out to her.

2. MAN
How ya doing, sweetheart?
LAUREN (VOICEOVER)
It all builds up. Over days and weeks and months and years.
You keep it desperately bottled inside but every passing
comment digs a little bit more-
The MAN approaches LAUREN as she walks away faster.
MAN
Oi, you tramp, I was talking to you!
And every too-slow glance puts another crack in your armour
until you can’t take it anymore and you’ve got this feeling
rising inside you and you just-
The MAN grabs LAUREN’s arm and she turns to face him, angrily.
LAUREN
Snap.
CUT TO BLACK
[END OF SCRIPT]