Story— Rough draft

This is the original story. After it is draft 4 of the Script

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News Paper Cases.(working title)

Ian is an elderly man, who lives alone in a large metropolis city.

Each morning he is delivered a file with top-secret information about a case that has been deemed unsolvable by his employers.  His job is to prove them wrong by piecing the facts together and solving it for the authorities.

“My name is Ian Thompson. I am a privet investigator of solving cases that have been deemed unsolvable by my employers. I keep my life simple. Sticking to a strict routine, It helps me form becoming distracted from the importance of solving each cases.

Each morning he wakes up just as the sun floods over the streets of the city. He seats at a chair looking out the window sipping on a cup of coffee. He waits each morning for the knock on his door, for the delivery of the case file.

“The file comes folded with a rubber band holding it together. It’s delivered each day at 7’oclock sharp. in a blue plastic bag that fits over it like a glove.”

Ian takes it out of the bag while at home, carefully folds the bag and places it in a drawer at his desk. Carful to not break the rubber band when sliding out the papers, Ian saves them in a large glass mason jar.

“I read the top Line of each document before leaving the house in order to get an understanding of what the case is about.”

Fully absorbed in his thoughts, oblivious to the busy city life around him. He walks down town to a little café. Thinking to himself about the days case he recounts what he knows about it.

“A young man, Frank was found dead in his apartment. His neighbor complained about always hearing the TV through her wall. Upon investigating the matter the landlord had found the man lying between his couch and his TV, volume a full. He was fully clothed, except for one missing shoe and sock on his left foot. The police said that he had been dead for a number of days before his body was found. However the cause of death was left unknown.”

Ian sits down at a table in the cafe. He sets down the paper, making sure that it is folded so that no one is able to read is secret content. Unfolding a napkin, Ian gently lays in on his lap. A waitress comes over as sets a cup of coffee on the table. Nodding, Ian picks up a spoon swirls the coffee before adding a drop of cream and a spoon of sugar.

“Investigators said that there was a gun found laying on the counter of Franks apartment. According to the forensic team it had been shot twice. However there were a total of 3 empty built shells lying on floor. Yet, being shot wasn’t the cause of Frank’s death, for he had no built wounds on him.”

The waitress approaches the table that Ian is sitting at and refills his coffee cup. Taking out her note pad she asks Ian if she can take his order. Ian grunts and points to a list of items on the menu.

“The authorities say that there was a total of 3 people connected to the death of Frank. On the victims fridge there was a note from his supposal ex-girlfriend. Mindy Smith. The files from my employer doesn’t elaborate. But my feelings towards her aren’t much better then being down wind of the city sewer plant.

The waitress interrupts Ian’s thoughts as she brings over three large plates of food. Sliding them in front of Ian she tells him that she’ll be right over with some hot coffee. Ian grunts.

“Mindy said she was at work the night of Franks supposal death. She seemed surprised. Or that’s what the report said. She might have been lying, maybe not. Either way what would be in it for her?”

Ian leaves the café and walks around the corner and into a city park. He walks between a two rows of trees. The trunks of the trees sway in the wind causing leaves to fall form the branches and dance with one another.

“The second person goes by the name Dirty Jason. He’s the owner of a low-end casino. But the real way he makes is money is by doing dirty loans to his patrons. How Frank is connected with Dirty Jason the authorities didn’t say, but there was an anger voice message from him on Frank’s answering machine.”

At the end of the path a bench is covered in leaves, Ian walks up to it and brushes off the leaves before seating down.

“The reason Frank might have need money could be endless. In the pictures from my employers he didn’t strike me as the type place unreasonable bets. Was it for Mindy? Was it for rent? Drugs? School?

The sun moves across the sky as Ian sits on the bench and thinks. Leafs dance in the wind around him as the shadows of the trees drift across the path. Ian stands and walks out of the park.

In front of his apartment, Ian folds the papers and drops them into a blue box that sands outside. Ian wakes into his apartment, brushes  his teeth. Turns off light. Goes to bed.

A line of light passes over a closed eye. The eye opens, blinks twice, Ian wakes up just as the sun floods over the streets of the city. The button on a coffee pot is switched on and the dripping of coffee can be herd echoing through the house. A tie is pushed up to the neck, two bow’s are tied in a knot on shinny shoes.

Ian seats at a chair looking out the window He checks the time on his watch before reaching for the cup of coffee besides him. A Knock is herd form the front door.

Ian takes the papers out of the blue bag. And puts it in the designated drawer. Sliding the rubber band off papers it snaps. Ian stairs blankly down at the position where it had been only seconds before as the now lengthy rubber band bounces on the floor. He slowly opens the paper and thumbs through the top pages before walking out the door.

Ian walks head down in thought along the same streets that he walks every day. Lost in solving the day’s case he is again oblivious to his surroundings.

“I normal don’t get cases like this. Missing persons are the hardest to figure out. I’m expected to have solved it, after one day, which can be as hard as picking nail clippings out of shaggy carpet.”

Ian seats down and the table at the café. The waitress walks over and sets down a cup of coffee for him. She asks him if he’ll be ordering anything new. Ian grunts and shakes his head before returning his to looking to the paper.

“The young woman went missing over a week ago. Or according to different sources it was a week ago that people noticed she was gone. However no one seemed to remember when they stopped seeing her. Was this a kidnaping or a disappearance?  What did she have that people might want? What might she run away from?”

The waitress comes over to the table and sets three plates of food down before pouring Ian a full cup of coffee. Ian grunts thanks while his eyes drift over the plates of food.

“She was a self taught novelist. Her publications were primarily in romance fiction but he also had some on the subjectivity of reality. Her apartment was a fortress of bookshelves. My employers said that each of them were categorized by theme and publication. There were two shelves that seemed to be missing books. The books surrounding them are the only hints to what they might have been. Plasma energy technology PhD theses, and travel writing.”

Ian walks across the street and into the park. As we walks through the row of trees leaves drift down to the ground.

Seating on the bench at the end of the path is an elderly woman feeding pigeons.

Ian stops thinking when he sees her. He blinks rapidity, as he looks at the woman form a far.

Ian turns around and walks out of the park. Walking up to the blue box out of his apartment Ian hesitates. Turning around Ian walks away from the blue box and inters his apartment.

Ian brushes his teeth. Pulls the string attached to the light. It comes one. He pulls it again, off. Ian lays in bed as the light out side his window fades and the moon rises over the skyline.

The room slowly becomes bright as the sun rises above the buildings outside of Ians window. He blinks. Starts the coffee. Ian Seats in chair looking out his window waiting for the knock on the door.

The sun rises and looms over the skyline like a cat getting ready to jump upon its pray. He checks his watch and then picks up his coffee mug and goes to take a drink. Tilling the mug until it is vertical two drips fall out of it and land on Ian’s half open mouth. He brings down the mug and stairs absently into it. He checks his watch again. The light outside the window fades as the sun dips below the horizon the moon rises above the buildings pulsing with life.

Ian brushes his teeth turns off the light and goes to bed.

Light from the early morning sun floods Ian’s apartment. He slowly blinks his eyes.

The coffee pot is turned on.  Ian seats down in his chair in front of the window just as a knock comes form this door. A voice is heard though the door.

“Mr. Thompson? Your newspaper.”

Ian closes the door, a newspaper in hand. He slowly takes off the blue bag and slides the rubber band from around the paper.  He unfolds the paper and looks over the headlines.

Ian leaves his apartment. Lost in thought he walks along the busy streets. At a stop walk he pauses as a trunk honks its horn.

Ian seats down in the café, dropping the paper on the table. The waitress comes over to the table setting a cup of coffee before Ian.

“Mr. Thompson, we missed you yesterday, I hope ever thing is ok. Can I get you anything new today?”

Ian grunts and shakes his head. Slowly reaching for the coffee Ian pauses, not sure it. He then pushes it slowly away from him. In the open space in front of him he unfolds the paper. Scattered across the page are red pen markings.

Scatted across the pages are different circles around names, destinations, and events happening in the city. There are lines that spread across the pages like roads in the desert, connecting circles from different articles.

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Below is the fourth and most current (3/5/12) draft of the Script

“Cases in Ink”

Fade In.

INT. Ian’s apartment Morning day1

Ian is an elderly man, who lives alone in a large metropolis city.

Ian (Narrator)

“My name is Ian Thompson. I am a privet investigator. My job is to solving cases that have been deemed unsolvable by my employers. I keep my life simple. Sticking to a strict routine, which helps me from becoming distracted from the importance of solving each case.”

Ian wakes up just as the sun floods over the streets of the city.

The button on a coffee pot is switched on and the dripping of coffee can be herd echoing through the house.

A tie is pushed up to the neck, two bow’s are tied in a knot on shinny shoes.

Ian sits at a chair looking out the window He checks the time on his watch before reaching for the cup of coffee besides him.

A Knock is heard from the front door.

IAN (NARRATOR)

“In order for me to work on the cases I request that the information has been collected, and that investigators have spend at least a hundred hours piecing the facts together, When they have fallen short, that’s whey I’m hired
It’s delivered each morning at 7’oclock sharp. The file comes folded in half, bounded by a tight rubber band.”

Ian receives the paper through a half open door.

Careful to not break the rubber band when sliding out the papers, Ian saves them in a large glass mason jar. Ian unfolds the paper.

IAN (NARRATOR)

“I read the top Line of each document before leaving the house in order to get an understanding of the case.”

EXT. City streets Morning day1

Fully absorbed in his thoughts, oblivious to the busy city life around him. Ian walks along the streets.

Thinking to himself about the days case he recounts what he knows about it

IAN (THOUGHTS)

“A young man, Frank was found dead in his apartment. His neighbor had complained about hearing the TV through her wall. The landlord found the man lying dead between his couch and his TV. He was fully clothed, except for one missing shoe and sock on his left foot. The police said that he had been dead for a number of days before his body was found. However the cause of death was ultimately unknown.”

INT. Cafe Morning day1

Ian sits down at a table in the cafe. He sets his papers beside him, making sure that it is folded so that no one is able to read it’s secret content.

Unfolding a napkin, Ian gently lays in on his lap. A waitress comes over and sets a cup of coffee on the table. Nodding, Ian picks up a spoon and swirls the coffee before adding a drop of cream and a scoop of sugar.

IAN (thoughts)

“Investigators said that there was a gun found laying on the counter of Franks apartment. The forensic team said it had been shot twice. But there were a total of 3 empty casings lying on floor. Even stranger, there were no built wounds on Franks body, and couldn’t have been the cause of death.”

The waitress approaches the table that Ian is sitting at and refills his coffee cup. Taking out her note pad

Waitress

“Good morning, what can I get you this morning?”

Ian grunts and points to a list of items on the menu.

IAN (THOUGHTS)

“The authorities say that there was 3 people connected to Franks death. On the victims fridge there was a note from his supposed ex-girlfriend. Mindy Smith. The file from my employer doesn’t elaborate. But something about her smelled like being downwind of the city sewer plant…”

(Waitress Interrupts)

The waitress interrupts Ian’s thoughts as she brings over three large plates of food. Sliding them in front of Ian.

WAITRESS

“I’ll be right back with some more coffee.”

Ian grunts.

IAN (THOUGHTS)

“Mindy said she was at work the night of Franks death. She seemed surprised. Or… according to the report. She might have been lying, maybe not. Either way what could be in it for her?”

Ext. City/park midday day1

Ian leaves the café and walks around the corner and into a city park. He walks between two rows of trees.

The trunks of the trees sway in the wind causing leaves to fall form the branches and dance with one another.

IAN (THOUGHTS)

“The second person goes by the name Dirty Jason. He’s the owner of a low-end casino. But the real way he makes his money is by being a loan shark. How Frank is connection with Dirty Jason the authorities didn’t elaborate, but there was an angry voice message from him on Frank’s answering machine.”

Ian walks up to a bench covered in leaves, he brushes off the leaves before seating down.

IAN (THOUGHTS)

“The reason Frank might have need money could be endless. In the pictures of his apartment he didn’t strike me as the type to place unreasonable bets. Maybe it for Mindy? Or was it for rent? Drugs?”

The sun moves across the sky as Ian sits on the bench and thinks. Leaves dance in the wind around him as the shadows of the trees drift across the path.

Ian stands and walks out of the park.

In front of his apartment, Ian folds the papers and drops them into a blue box that sands outside. Ian wakes into his apartment,

INT. IAN’S APARTMENT evening day1

Ian undresses, brushes his teeth. Turns off light. crawls into bed. And closes his eyes.

INT. IAN’S APARTMENT MORNING day2

A line of light passes over a closed eye. The eye opens, blinks twice.

Ian wakes up just as the sun floods over the streets of the city.

The button on a coffee pot is switched on and the dripping of coffee can be herd echoing through the house.

A tie is pushed up to the neck, two bow’s are tied in a knot on shinny shoes.

Ian sits at a chair looking out the window He checks the time on his watch before reaching for the cup of coffee besides him.

A Knock is heard from the front door.

Ian receives the paper through a half open door.

Sliding the rubber band off the papers it snaps. Ian stairs blankly down at the position where it had been only seconds before as the now lengthy rubber band bounces on the floor.

He slowly opens the paper and thumbs through the top pages before walking out the door.

EXT. CITY STREETS MORNING DAY2

Ian, head bent down in thought walks along the streets. Lost in solving today’s case he is oblivious to his surroundings.

IAN (THOUGHTS)

“I normally don’t take cases like this, missing persons I mean. There the hardest to figure out. Solving them can be as tough as picking nail clippings out of shag carpet.”
INT. CAFE MORNING DAY2

Ian sits down at the table in the café. The waitress walks over and sets down a cup of coffee for him.

WAITRESS

Can I get you anything new today?

Ian grunts and shakes his head before returning to looking at the paper.

IAN (THOUGHTS)

“According to different sources it was a week ago that people actually noticed she was gone. However no one seemed to remember when specifically they stopped seeing her. Was this a kidnapping or a disappearance? What did she have that people might want? Or could she have been running?”

The waitress comes to the table and sets three plates of food down. She pours Ian a full cup of coffee.

Ian grunts, while his eyes drift over the plates of food.

IAN (THOUGHTS)

“She was a self published novelist. Her publications were primarily in romance fiction. However she also written an academic essay on the Subjectivity of Reality.”

EXT. CITY/PARK MIDDAY DAY2

Ian walks across the street and into the park. He walks through the row of trees, leaves drift down to the ground.

Seating on the bench at the end of the path is an elderly woman feeding pigeons.

IAN (THOUGHTS)

“Her apartment was a fortress of bookshelves. My employers said that each of them were categorized by theme and publication. But there were two shelves that seemed to be missing books. The books surrounding them are the only hints to what they might have been. PhD theses on Plasma energy technology, and travel writing?”

Ian stops thinking when he sees her. He blinks rapidity, as he looks at the woman form a far.

The woman is elderly,siting on the bench trowing out food to birds.

Two Bird fly towards the woman from behind Ian

Cut to a long shot of Ian, with the woman behind him, Cut to a over view of the park.

Ian turns around and walks out of the park.

Walking up to the blue box out of his apartment Ian hesitates. Turning around Ian walks away from the blue box and enters his apartment.

INT. IAN’S APARTMENT EVENING DAY2

Ian undresses, brushes his teeth.

Pulls the string attached to the light. It comes on. He pulls it again, off.

Ian lays in bed and closes his eyes.

Light out side his window fades and the moon rises over the skyline.

INT. IAN’S APARTMENT MORNING DAY3

The room slowly becomes bright as the sun rises above the buildings outside of Ian’s window.

Ian blinks.

Starts the coffee. ties shoes, pushes tie up to neck.

Ian Sits in chair looking out his window waiting for the knock on the door.

Ian checks his watch and then picks up his coffee mug and goes to take a drink. Tilting the mug until it is vertical two drips fall out of it and land on Ian’s half open mouth.

He brings down the mug and stairs absently into it. He checks his watch again.

The light outside the window fades as the sun dips below the horizon the moon rises above the buildings pulsing with life.

Ian brushes his teeth turns off the light and goes to bed.

INT. IAN’S APARTMENT MORNING DAY4

Light from the early morning sun floods Ian’s apartment.

Ian slowly blinks his eyes. The coffee pot is turned on.

Ian seats down in his chair in front of the window just as a knock comes form this door.

(VOICE THROUGH DOOR)

“Mr. Thompson? Your paper.”

Ian closes the door, a newspaper in hand.

He slowly takes off the blue bag and slides the rubber band from around the paper.

He unfolds the paper and looks over the headlines.

EXT. CITY STREETS MORNING DAY4

Lost in thought he walks along the busy streets. At a stop walk he pauses as a trunk honks its horn.

INT. CAFE MORNING DAY4

Ian seats down in the café, dropping the paper on the table.

The waitress comes over to the table setting a cup of coffee before Ian.

WAITRESS

“Mr. Thompson, we missed you yesterday, I hope ever thing’s ok? Can I get you anything new today?”

Ian grunts and shakes his head.

Unfolding a napkin, Ian gently lays in on his lap. Ian picks up a spoon and swirls the coffee before adding a drop of cream and a scoop of sugar.

Ian slides the the paper into the open space in front of him. A half filled out crossword becomes visible as Ian unfolds the paper.

CUT TO

Slow track out of Ian sitting at the booth. Fade to Black.

CUT TO

The full crossword, slowly being filled in, the words correspond to different facts that Ian has said about each of the cases.

Credits are started in the crosswords.

 

 

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