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Marjory by Alessandro Zangirolami
Marjory by Alessandro Zangirolami
Marjory by Alessandro Zangirolami
By
Alessandro Zangirolami
The camera stabilizes and pans a bit around the big, empty
house. Just a persian rug and three boxes on the floor.
Filled with objects. Zoom in, zoom out.
WOMAN (O.S.)
’kay. Don’t be scared, Marge.
She STUTTERS.
MARJORY (O.S.) (cont’d)
So this is it. It’s the- (voice
quickly breaks crying) -shit. I
can’t. (rapidly takes two deep
breaths) I can’t.
She STUTTERS and SOBS, again.
MARJORY (O.S.) (cont’d)
I tried today. I’m sorry, I just- I
couldn’t. You know that, right? But
you know I was at the funeral.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.
Marjory MUTTERS.
Camera hesitates. Then, it accelerates towards the boxes.
Some suffocated mutters underscore every uncertain step.
We’re right over the parasol, and crouch down. Slowly. Like
a crane. A sloppy one.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 3.
VIVIAN (O.S.)
Ms. Turing?
Marjory wakes up. Anxious, freezes for a moment. Then walks
to the door and listens. Waits before any answer.
VIVIAN (O.S.)
Ms Turing? Are you home?
MARJORY
Who’s there?
VIVIAN (O.S.)
It’s Vivian, Ms Turing. Can I have
a word with you?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 4.
MARJORY
Why?
VIVIAN (O.S.)
Please, Ms Turing.
6 EXT. MARJORY’S DOORWAY - DAY 6
Marjory carefully opens the door. It SQUEAKS.
VIVIAN
Hello, Ms. Turing.
Marjory stays at the doorway. Looks at Vivian,
uncomfortable.
VIVIAN (cont’d)
May I come in?
MARJORY
I’d prefer not.
VIVIAN
No.
MARJORY
No, no.
VIVIAN
Are you su-
MARJORY
Yes. Wasn’t me. I, didn’t break in.
Vivian searches her white, leather purse.
Marjory slowly retracts inside.
MARJORY (cont’d)
Look, I better go.
But, Vivian hands Marjory some photos.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 5.
VIVIAN
Mrs Cavanagh took these.
Marjory examines the pictures, anxious. But carefully.
MARJORY
No. That certainly isn’t me.
(points at the pics) Look. It’s all
blurry.
VIVIAN
Go on.
Marjory browses through the other prints. Vivian leans
towards the pictures. She points one.
VIVIAN (cont’d)
That is you, Ms Turing.
Marjory takes a quick look at Vivian, interrogative.
MARJORY
What do you mean?
VIVIAN
That’s your face.
And she goes back to the pics.
MARJORY
No.
VIVIAN
Yes.
VIVIAN
You wear the same cardigan now.
Vivian looks at Marjory and indicates the inside of the
house with her hand, gently.
VIVIAN (cont’d)
A second.
MARJORY
Please, no. I’m agoraphobic.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 6.
VIVIAN
Agoraphobic.
MARJORY
Yes. It’s a Greek word.
VIVIAN
You fear open spaces?
MARJORY
That is really a misconception, you
know? A stereotype.
VIVIAN
I see.
MARJORY
I fear new situations, new places.
I don’t like change. And strangers.
Like now.
From the inside, Pearl’s voice breaks out. Like from some
speakers. It’s from a laptop.
VIVIAN
That’s mom’s voice.
Marjory silences herself. More of Pearl’s voice.
VIVIAN (cont’d)
We’ve known each other for 30
years.
MARJORY
Do we really know anybody?
VIVIAN
Ms Turing.
Marjory is finally reabsorbed inside the house. En garde,
Vivian follows.
7 INT. MARJORY’S LIVING ROOM - DAY 7
Vivian immediately spots Pearl’s lace parasol. She stops,
takes a look at Marjory. Both of them aware of each other’s
role in the situation.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 7.
PEARL (O.S.)
(audio recording)
-Alright, but don’t you laugh.
PEARL
We real cool. We Left school. We /
Lurk late. We Strike straight. We-
Marjory breaks in a sadistic laughter behind the lens. On
purpose.
PEARL (cont’d)
I knew it! God, I hate you.
Pearl’s smile is genuine, even in silhouette.
MARJORY
She loved poetry.
Vivian looks at Marjory, gelid. An empty statue.
VIVIAN
I know.
Careless, Marjory turns back to the...
LAPTOP SCREEN FOOTAGE.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 8.
PEARL (cont’d)
Her breast is fit for pearls, / But
I was not a diver / Her brow is fit
for thrones / But I have not a
crest.
Camera zooms right on Pearl’s face. Shakes and jitters with
Marjory’s breath.
PEARL (cont’d)
Her heart is fit for home / I - a
sparrow - build there / Sweet of
twigs and twine / My perennial
nest.
VIVIAN
That’s not mom. My mother was not a
lesbian.
Marjory implodes. No idea what to say.
MARJORY
I... Pearl felt, I mean...
VIVIAN
I’m not asking.
MARJORY
I’m, sorry.
VIVIAN
This is shit.
MARJORY
No, really. This isn’t shit. It’s
Emily Dickinson, you know.
VIVIAN
This is all shit.
MARJORY
Honey,...
VIVIAN
Don’t call me honey.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 9.
VIVIAN (cont’d)
Don’t.
MARJORY
(naive, but terrified)
It’s just a poem.
MARJORY
No. No. (pause) No.
Marjory scans Vivian.
MARJORY (cont’d)
I’m not shit. You’re shit. (cries,
ruptured) I. Am. Gold.
They keep their tears in, looking at each other. Cowboys,
without guns. Who cries first, dies.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 10.
MARJORY
Yes.
VIVIAN
Was it good?
MARJORY
Yes, please.
VIVIAN
Ok.
MARJORY
Ok.
VIVIAN
Um, the tea was good. Too.
MARJORY
Thanks.
VIVIAN
I hate you.
MARJORY
I know.
BLACK.
11.
Once again,
BLACK.