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Original screenplay by
Nicholas Begnaud
Nicholas Begnaud
159 North Main St.
Poland, OH 44514
Copyright 2010 nick.begnaud@gmail.com
EXT. GRAVEYARD – DAY
LATER
LATER
--She’s finished.
WIDOW
Thank you.
Five o’clock.
He pushes the dirt wagon behind the broken down tool shed,
tossing his shovel against boards of lumber.
LATER
The gravedigger is finally sitting to his dinner for one in
the armchair. He tunes in to watch the tail end of the news
through poor reception.
Off comes the coat, and he pulls the pocket inside out:
nothing.
-He stops-
--The same hurricane has swept the rug from the floor and
the cushions from the furniture.
The widow returns alone with more flowers, and even more
grief. Tears already in her eyes, she kneels on top of the
grave whispering to the ground softly.
Everything’s broken.
Looking for the sun in the sky, he can’t figure out what
time it is, but uses the chain to keep the gate secure.
Everything’s broken.
--relaxes to it--
--sleeps to it.
-Nothing-
He tries again.
LATER
LATER
The sky begins glowing from the East; the lantern is on its
last ember and the edge of the branch. The grave grows
dark.
He can’t do it.
Hand reaches.
--SMASH!
The watch!
Wiping off the dirt with his shirt caked in mud, that old
watch never looked so beautiful.
Everything’s broken.
He starts to cry.
CUT TO BLACK
THE END.