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LUCY

Written by

Diane Carol Harder

Liliath & Penumbra


dch@liliathandpenumbra.com
(323)647-5327
LUCY

ACT ONE

EXT. VANCOUVER ISLAND, B.C. - SHORELINE - DAY

Breathtaking views of water and trees everywhere, with the


Rocky mountains visible in the distance. This is the stuff
postcards and calendars are made from.

Down near the water a CLOAKED FIGURE stands watching the


horizon.

A LARGE MAN (40’s) steps up to the Cloaked Figure’s side.


This is PRATT, a fighter with the scars to prove he's been in
this game for a long time.

CLOAKED FIGURE
She’s on her way.

Pratt nods. They stand in silence for a beat. It’s peaceful


here.

Then Pratt reaches to tousle the Cloaked Figure’s hair--

--knocking his hood off in the process. He’s a TALL MAN (18)
with an intense gaze. His name is BLAKE, and now he’s glaring
at Pratt.

PRATT
No need to be so mysterious, lad.

Blake pointedly pulls his hood back up and Pratt LAUGHS.

PRATT (CONT'D)
Alright then. Just keep me posted
on her.

He pulls out a GLOWING DAGGER and cleans his nails.

PRATT (CONT'D)
I doubt she’s as big a deal as He
says she is, but you can’t be too
careful, right?

BLAKE
Yes, sir.

Pratt glances at him, his eyes betraying a glint of something


dangerous. Then he smiles again and sheaths his dagger.
2.

PRATT
Right. I’m off. You know your
orders: do NOT engage. With her, or
anything else. Just watch.

Blake nods silently, and TWO HUGE GLOWING WINGS unfurl from
Pratt’s back and he flies away.

In the distance, a FERRY appears on the horizon and Blake


tenses in anticipation.

EXT. SOMEWHERE BETWEEN PRINCE RUPERT AND VANCOUVER ISLAND -


DAY

A ferry winds its way along B.C.’s Inside Passage, making its
way south toward Port Hardy.

INT. FERRY - DAY

PEOPLE of all shapes and ages lounge around; most are regular
COMMUTERS who just sip their coffee and read their
newspapers, but there’s also the occasional TOURIST, gasping
at the view outside and taking pictures with their phone.

Sitting near one of the windows is LUCY GRIER (15). Her chin
on her hand, Lucy toys with a LONG CHAIN she wears tucked
into her shirt collar and stares outside through her
SUNGLASSES, sighing with boredom. The hint of an INTRICATE
RED INK DESIGN peeks out from under her long sleeve, and her
lo-o-ong legs betray her height, even though she’s sitting
down.

Then she tilts her head to the side.

Out the window, on the shoreline, there’s a BLUR in the spot


where Blake was standing - or a sort of wavering - almost
like the air is shimmering with heat.

Lucy glances around the ferry, but no one else seems to have
noticed the phenomenon.

She looks back outside, moving her nose close to the glass,
her breath fogging the view--

--when a hand suddenly appears on her shoulder from behind.


She jumps.

LUCY
(whips around)
DON’T TOUCH ME!
3.

It’s her GRAN (60’s), with a TRAY OF ICED TEAS and a


MAGAZINE. She pulls her hand away immediately, her eyes
filled with remorse.

GRAN
Sorry - I keep forgetting! I’m so
sorry, peanut.
(holds up the tray)
Raspberry - per your request.

Lucy, now sheepish, reaches for a cup, and her Gran sits,
watching her granddaughter for a moment.

GRAN (CONT'D)
I wish we had more time together,
just for us.

She gives a small, sad SIGH and tosses Lucy the magazine.

Lucy doesn’t look up at her, but gives a slight nod of


acknowledgement as she flips through it.

GRAN (CONT'D)
You excited about your new school?

Lucy shrugs.

GRAN (CONT'D)
Well, it’ll be different than
Gilead, that’s for sure.

Lucy finally looks up at her.

GRAN (CONT'D)
Oh - I didn’t mean that in a bad
way! I just- I’m sorry.

LUCY
No - you’re right. Gilead was
unique.

But the way she says “unique,” it’s not clear whether that’s
actually a good thing.

Her Gran wants so badly to reach out and touch her, to


comfort her - but clasps her hands tightly together instead.

Lucy looks back outside, staring at the shimmering air,


curious what it might mean.
4.

EXT. VANCOUVER ISLAND, B.C. - SHORELINE - DAY

Blake, standing on the shore where that shimmer was, watches


as the ferry approaches its dock, then moves to meet it with
lightning speed.

EXT. ROAD - DAY

A CAR winds its way along the road, then turns into a
driveway.

A sign announces that this is “ST. JOAN’S ACADEMY,” and a


banner has been tacked to it that reads “WELCOME NEW
STUDENTS!”

EXT. ST. JOAN'S ACADEMY - ADMINISTRATION BUILDING - DAY

The car pulls up to a large, chalet-type building surrounded


by meticulously maintained green lawns, paved walkways, and
forest. The occasional uniformed STUDENT (13-18), makes his
or her way about.

And Blake stands unnoticed behind a pillar, watching.

INT. CAR - DAY

Lucy’s Gran looks over at her granddaughter. She’s still got


her SUNGLASSES on, and is staring at the lake directly across
the road from the school.

GRAN
That’s Shawnigan Lake. I have many
a fond memory on that shoreline.
Your grandfather and I had our
first kiss there. And other firsts,
too.

She smiles, reminiscing for a beat, then blinks.

GRAN (CONT'D)
(said too much)
Just - make sure a friend or a
teacher always knows you’re there,
okay? Especially if you’re going
with someone...special.

Lucy gives her Gran a look, then nods.

Her Gran blushes.


5.

GRAN (CONT'D)
We should go. We’re going to be
late.

EXT. ST. JOAN’S ACADEMY - ADMINISTRATIVE BUILDING - DAY

Lucy’s Gran’s car is parked right in front of the main door.


Lucy climbs out and turns around, taking in her surroundings,
and allows a small smile.

Her Gran motions for her to follow--

--but Lucy isn’t paying attention. She’s watching TWO PEOPLE


walking past the building instead.

GRAN (O.S.)
Lucy.

ESME (15) is a petite, punky girl with shining dark hair,


porcelain skin, and delicate cat’s eye glasses. Definitely
someone who’s much tougher than she looks. And TOPHER (15) is
a shy boy with constant oil paint stains on his fingers (and
sometimes his clothes).

GRAN (O.S.) (CONT'D)


LUCY.

Topher's got his arm protectively draped around Esme’s


shoulders while she quietly talks to him. He glances up at
Lucy’s Gran’s tone of voice and, when he and Lucy make eye
contact, he tilts his head slightly, as if unsure what to
make of her.

GRAN (O.S.) (CONT'D)


LUCY ELIORA GRIER!

Lucy’s attention snaps back to her Gran, who is now standing


at the door, holding it open, frowning in frustration.

GRAN (CONT'D)
We are late. Come on - hussle!

Lucy nods and obeys.

Blake follows, and when the door closes before he can get to
it--

--he just walks through it.


6.

INT. ADMINISTRATIVE BUILDING - HALLWAY - DAY

Marble floors and pillars abound, and every step echoes into
cavernous ceilings.

Lucy slows to gawk at a trophy case full of old photos and


awards.

Her Gran walks ahead.

GRAN
This way.

Lucy tears herself away to follow.

Blake almost forgets to follow her, he’s so engrossed in what


he sees--

--and when he looks up, she’s gone. He lets out a frustrated


SIGH.

INT. HEADMASTER’S OFFICE - DAY

Portraits of each of St. Joan’s headmasters since its


founding over a century prior line the walls, looking down
with benevolence on the room’s occupants.

Behind a huge mahogany desk sits HEADMASTER TREMBLAY (50’s),


who smiles, not unkindly, at Lucy and her Gran, who now sit
in front of her. Next to her stands GEOFFREY SCHAMUS (40’s),
a kind-looking man whose empathy is magnified by his tortoise-
shell glasses and bow-tie.

Gran notices Lucy’s still wearing her SUNGLASSES, and motions


for her to take them off. Lucy reluctantly obeys.

Her eyes are TWO DIFFERENT COLORS - one violet, one green -
and the effect is striking.

Headmaster Tremblay tries not to stare, but Schamus brightens


and gives Lucy a smile of sudden recognition.

This confuses her, so she turns her attention to the


headmaster.

HEADMASTER TREMBLAY
So neither parent will be coming
today?

Gran shakes her head, no.

GRAN
I am Lucy’s legal guardian.
7.

Headmaster Tremblay nods and notes this on something. Then


she smiles and turns to Lucy, still trying not to stare at
her eyes.

HEADMASTER TREMBLAY
Although we have never before had
the pleasure of welcoming a student
transferring from such a non-
traditional environment as Gilead,
I trust that you will find your
transition as smooth as is humanly
possible.

Lucy’s unsure whether that was awkward sincerity or a passive-


aggressive jab.

LUCY
Thank you?

Schamus CLEARS HIS THROAT in an effort not to laugh.

HEADMASTER TREMBLAY
Doctor Schamus is St. Joan’s head
counselor, and he will be
overseeing your continued therapy
needs personally-
(makes eye contact with
Gran)
-as mentioned in our conditional
acceptance package.

Gran nods, then looks to Schamus.

GRAN
Thank you.

Schamus returns the nod, then looks back to Lucy. He takes in


the hint of red ink peeking out from her sleeve, the
sunglasses she’s tightly clutching, and softens into a
sympathetic smile.

SCHAMUS
Nice to meet you.

LUCY
Likewise, I’m sure.

Now his eyes twinkle.

Headmaster Tremblay clasps her hands together, pleased with


how well everything is going.
8.

HEADMASTER TREMBLAY
It’s hard for any student to begin
in a new environment, especially
one so academically rigourous as
St. Joan’s, so this therapeutic
relationship will be beneficial in
so many ways.

Beat. No one knows how to respond.

Then there’s a gentle KNOCK on the door and an EXECUTIVE


ASSISTANT pokes his head inside.

Blake, meanwhile, peeks over his shoulder, relieved to see


Lucy inside the office. He awkwardly shimmies around him to
get inside, then moves toward a corner at the back of the
room to watch.

HEADMASTER TREMBLAY (CONT'D)


(to the E.A.)
My nine-thirty call?

The E.A. nods, and Headmaster Tremblay looks back to Lucy and
her Gran.

HEADMASTER TREMBLAY (CONT'D)


Welcome to St. Joan’s and please
know that my door is figuratively
always open, even if it is
literally closed.

Lucy and her Gran exchange a look, then Lucy immediately puts
her sunglasses back on and they get up to leave. Schamus
joins them as they walk out the door.

Blake, realizing they’re all done here, scrambles to follow.

INT. ADMINISTRATIVE BUILDING - DAY

Lucy stops again at the trophy case. Schamus stops beside her-
-

--as does Blake.

SCHAMUS
See anyone you recognize?

She shakes her head, no, and he points to an OLD PHOTO of the
1968 Regional Champion Ladies’ Lacrosse team.

SCHAMUS (CONT'D)
That’s your grandmother right
there.
9.

Lucy squints, then looks accusingly at her Gran.

LUCY
You weren’t going to tell me?

Her Gran shrugs and points to another photo of the 1994


Sectional Champion Concert Band.

GRAN
And there’s your mother, second
chair flautist. She would’ve been
about your age, too.

Lucy looks closely. Schamus presses his hands together.

SCHAMUS
And this is where we part ways.
(turns to Gran)
It really was lovely to meet you.
And I assure you: Headmaster
Tremblay means well.
(turns to Lucy)
I will see you at our appointment
later. My office is right over
there.

He points at a solid wood door just a few paces away.

Lucy nods, then watches as he waves and disappears inside.

GRAN
He seems nice.

Lucy turns back to the trophy case.

LUCY
Maybe. I’m reserving judgement.

GRAN
Understood. Let’s go get you
settled.

This time, Blake is paying attention and follows immediately.

EXT. MONTGOMERY HOUSE - DAY

A sturdy and elegant structure located only yards away from


the woods.

Lucy’s Gran instinctually reaches to give Lucy a big hug


outside the front door, then remembers and stops herself from
touching Lucy, and drops her arms back down awkwardly.
10.

GRAN
You’re sure you’re up for this? I
could always just hire you a tutor.
I wouldn’t mind keeping you all to
myself.

Lucy gives her a look.

LUCY
It’s time for you to go.

GRAN
Right.
(really wants a hug -
doesn’t know what to do
with her hands)
I’ll see you next weekend. Call me
if you need anything. And I mean
ANYthing.

Lucy nods, and her Gran finally walks away, smearing a tear
off her cheek with her hand.

Lucy watches her leave, then turns to go into the dorm. As a


result, she doesn’t see her Gran turn back around to wave one
last time.

And neither of them notices Blake, under his dark hood, who’s
been watching them from the woods this whole time.

He tenses as he becomes aware of a DARK SHADOW slithering up


the side of the building, and reaches for something under his
cloak--

--then stops, remembering:

PRATT (V.O.)
You know your orders: do NOT
engage. With her, or anything else.
Just watch.

Blake SIGHS and drops his hand, watching as the Shadow worms
its way through one of the upper floor windows and disappears
inside.

END OF ACT ONE.

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