A Passion of a Bleeding Rose € € € € € € € € € € A Film Treatment For A Short Film Screenplay € € € By Binary Productions € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € € September 2011 € € € € € The Present

. British Working Class suburb. House, Bedroom. Morning. € Early morning, an alarm beeps signifying it is ‘7:00’ and a hand hits the ‘off’ button. A radio turns on and is playing in the background. We see a YOUNG MAN of a tall stature slowly and hazily rising out of his bed. He is considerably thin but hea

lthy looking, and with dark black, thin, wavy hair. He is wearing boxer shorts a nd nothing else. He makes his bed, fluffing his pillows and straightening out hi s curtains. Still looking half asleep and dazed he heads to his wardrobe, pullin g out socks, boxer shorts and a suit. He then places the clothing onto the bed a nd exits to the bathroom, we see him in the mirror washing his face, brushing hi s teeth and eventually putting on his suit jacket, he smirks then exits swiftly once more. € He approaches his mother’s bedroom, entering silently. Walking towards his MUM, he helps lift her from under the covers, propping her up against the backboard. Sh e is also surrounded by pillows to help support her. He cleans her mouth with a tissue and gently raises her from the bed, exits her bedroom and places her in t he stair lift. He turns it on and waits until she is at the bottom of the stairs to take her out. He picks her up and carries her into the living room, placing her gently into a large armchair. € As he exits the living room he pulls his tie up and brushes down his jacket so h e is again looking smart and ready for work. He goes into the kitchen to make br eakfast and tea for them both. As the kettle is boiling he leans over and grabs two teabags that he then drops into the mugs, he reaches up to the cupboard abov e his head and takes out a see through bag containing what appears to be sugar. He sprinkles some of the contents into the cup with little hesitation. The kettl e boils and he pours the water into the mugs, he then continues to make breakfas t. € He places the breakfast and tea for his mum on a tray and carries it into the li ving room, placing it on her lap. She looks up and smiles at him, he smiles back and walks towards the kitchen. He then eats his breakfast whilst listening to t he radio. As he exits the house he calls to his mum € CHRIS Off to work mum! Be back at 6 € Mum doesn’t reply. He slams the door shut. He walks away from his house and unlocks his car from a distance and gets into t he car. His car is old, decrepit and needs a lot of work done. He starts the eng ine and fires up after 3 attempts; he puts it into gear and drives off the drive way. € € The present. Working class Town. Ramada. Late Morning. € Pulls up to the car park, rushes out of the car and dashes towards the RAMADA. Q uickly runs through the automatic doors and glides past the reception desk, turn s a sharp corner and bangs into his boss. € € MR FISCHER Watch where your… AH? It’s you Chris, late again I see? € CHRIS Yes… Well… You see I was looking after my… € MR FISCHER I don’t want to hear it! One more slip up like that and your outta here! € MR Fischer storms around the corner out of sight, Chris is a little shaken and c

ontinues to walk towards his office. € Chris walks up to his office door and opens it hastily walks through and closes it gently. His office is small, cramped and very plain with a couple of pens and pieces of paper spread across the desk with a laptop in the middle. He pauses a t his desk and opens a draw, taking out a picture of his mum. He begins to strok e the picture but after a moment he places it back into the draw and starts up h is laptop. € The Present. British Working Class Suburb. Garden. Afternoon. € Meanwhile at home Rose is knelt in the garden caring for her beloved flowers. Sh e comes to lift a single red rose up in her palm. Clenching a fist around it sud denly we see the slow trickle of blood rolling down her hand and then onto her w rist where it drips onto the grass and soil below. Coughing she grips the rose t ighter and uses her other arm to hold her chest. Clutching her chest we see that she is in a lot of pain and agony. Moments later she collapses to the floor. € The Present. British Working Class Suburb. House. Late Afternoon. € Chris returns home, slowly raising his key to the lock. Opening the door and sli pping off his shoes he calls out to his mum. € CHRIS Mum, You alright? € After a small pause of silence he slowly moves into the kitchen, calm and confid ently he opens the backdoor to the house and walks to her curled up body. Picking his mum up into his arms, he looks at her, inspecting the damage done. H e glances down at her hand, still gripped around the blood stained stem of the r ose. Plucking it from her dead grip he places it on her stomach while laying her down on her back. Standing up straight he looks down at her, tucking his hands into his pockets. With a smile he turns away and walks back into the house. € The Present. British Working Class Suburb. House, Bedroom. Morning. € Early morning, an alarm beeps signifying it is ‘7:00’ and a hand hits the ‘off’ button. A radio turns on and is playing in the background. We see a YOUNG MAN of a tall stature slowly and hazily rising out of his bed. He is considerably thin but hea lthy looking, and with dark black, thin, wavy hair. He is wearing boxer shorts a nd nothing else. He makes his bed, fluffing his pillows and straightening out hi s curtains. Still looking half asleep and dazed he heads to his wardrobe, pullin g out socks, boxer shorts and a suit. He then places the clothing onto the bed a nd exits to the bathroom, we see him in the mirror washing his face, brushing hi s teeth and eventually putting on his suit jacket, he smirks then exits swiftly once more. € He approaches his mother’s bedroom, entering silently. Walking towards his MUM, he helps lift her from under the covers, propping her up against the backboard. Sh e is also surrounded by pillows to help support her. He cleans her mouth with a tissue and gently raises her from the bed, exits her bedroom and places her in t

he stair lift. He turns it on and waits until she is at the bottom of the stairs to take her out. He picks her up and carries her into the living room, placing her gently into a large armchair. € Once again Chris exits the living room while fixing his tie and suit. He then en ters the Kitchen to prepare them both some breakfast and tea. While the kettle b oils he leans over and grabs two mugs and then two teabags which he quickly drop s into them. After this he reaches up to the cupboard above his head, hesitating for a moment he thinks and then glances over the kitchen surface to notice a ja r labeled SUGAR. With a smile and a shrug he reaches over to the jar and pulls i t towards him. Taking a spoon from a drawer next to him he scoops two spoonfuls of sugar into each mug. Almost as soon as he does the kettle boils. After he has finished making them both breakfast, he piles the various plates and mugs onto a tray. Taking the tray into the living room he lays it down on the arm of the c hair next to his mum. € His mum picks up the tray and places it on her lap, she looks up and smiles at C hris he walks away with a smile on his face, she proceeds to eat the breakfast. As Chris leaves for work, he opens the front door and leans into the house. € CHRIS I’m off to work now. € ROSE Ok Chris, have a good day € Chris closes the door quietly. € Chris bleeps the car unlocked and opens the car door, he gets inside and starts the car and drives off to work. € € € € € The present. British working class. RAMARDA. Morning € Chris’s car pulls up to a car spot, he turns off the engine and slowly gets out of the car and begins to walk across the car park to the RAMARDA. Chris reaches th e automatic door pauses and walks through, he walks past the reception desk and turns a corner and bumps into his boss. € MR FISCHER Watch where your… AH! Your late again for work you better watch your step or else your fired! € CHRIS I am sick and tired of your constant threats to me! Why don’t you take your stupid job and stick it where the sun don’t shine, you pathetic dickhead. € MR FISCHER You can’t talk to me your… € CHRIS Fired! I guessed as much. € Chris takes off his tie and throws it in Mr. Fischer’s face and storms out of the

building not looking back. He walks up to his car, opens the door, gets inside a nd drives off in a hurry. € The present. British working class suburb. House, Garden Afternoon. € Rose is in the garden planting flowers and digging up roots, as she is bending d own slowly to grab a rose, the garden gate opens and standing there is Chris, he begins to walk over to his mum. Rose Begins to cough a little € CHRIS Mum, you alright? € ROSE Of course I am, just a little cough nothing to worry about. Here you go. € Rose holds out a rose for Chris to take. € CHRIS A rose? € ROSE Yep, it’s to bring you good luck. € Chris smile whilst taking the rose. Looking down at the delicate flower he smile s.

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