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Writing the short film 3th - Part 51

Writing the short film 3th - Part 51. Cuốn sách này chủ yếu giúp tham khảo về phương pháp viết kịch bản, phim ảnh, video và các nhà làm phim video - những người đang phải đối mặt với sự cần thiết của việc viết một kịch bản tường thuật ngắn sao cho hay, mạch lạc, nội dung phim được truyền tải hết đến người xem. | 340 Writing the Short Film Amanda stands alone on her front porch with the last few years of her life thrown at her feet. Ever so gently she crouches down and reaches for the precious papers. Her eyes well up as she s left to collect her innermost thoughts. CUT TO INT. DEAD LETTER OFFICE NEXT MORNING Thomas lays amongst bags of letters sound asleep. Sunlight streams into the office. Particles of dust highlighted like crystal. He pries each eye open with some difficulty rolls his head to one side and scuttles backwards. He quickly smoothes over his eyebrows. Amanda sits on a pile of letters calmly watching him. Thomas s bike is parked behind her. They say nothing merely contemplating each other s presence. Thomas opens his mouth but Amanda speaks first. AMANDA I followed you. From my house. Silence. THOMAS It was an accident. Everything that happened was a mistake. AMANDA How did you get my letters THOMAS I work here . in the office. I didn t mean any harm. Everything just happened so quick I wasn t ready. AMANDA Who are you THOMAS My name s Thomas. Short Screenplays 341 AMANDA OK Thomas. Tell me what s happening Thomas lets his hands drop. THOMAS It went all wrong. They didn t understand. I just wanted to give them something to believe in. AMANDA It was you. THOMAS I was giving it to them. Everybody needed something and . . . it was all I had to give you. AMANDA What does that have to do with me Thomas shifts in his pile of letters and looks down. THOMAS I ve always had this dream and it s ridiculous because it s a direct rip-off of an old Fred Astaire film but it s mine . . . because you re there. We re dancing in the sunlight of a snowstorm. And I I couldn t let that die. Amanda timidly looks at his face. AMANDA How do you know me THOMAS I used to deliver to your house. I tried so hard to speak with you but when I saw what he did to you. Amanda looks away. THOMAS I hated coming there I hated not doing anything when I saw him hurting you. But when I left you .