Sunday, February 3, 2013

for Martha Coleman, Head of Development, Screen Australia

Martha Coleman
Head of Development
Screen Australia
Level 4, 150 William St.
Woolloomooloo 2011                                                                              4th Feb 2013

Dear Martha

Very early on in your tenure as Head of Development, 2009, you decided
that I was not a ‘proven producer’ and was therefore incapable of
developing my screenplay HONEY without a ‘proven producer’ to hold my
hand. You knew at the time that I was in fact a ‘proven producer’
(well documented) but used the letter of Screen Australia’s guidelines
to refuse to accept a script development application from me. The
criteria you used to prevent me from making an application did not
apply to other filmmakers, of course!

Even if I had not been a ‘proven producer’, what logic impels you to
believe that a ‘proven producer’ is better able to shepherd a
screenplay through from first to twelfth draft than an experienced
screenwriter? If it were so, Australia’s ‘proven producers’ would only
be taking into production high quality screenplays. This is not the
case as any viewer of most of the films produced this past four years
could attest. With rare exceptions (very rare) Australian films made
during your tenure as Head of Development are based on screenplays
that have been nowhere near ready to go into production.

It is no more a criticism of producers to assert that many of them do
not know how to develop a high quality screenplay than it is a
criticism of screenwriters to assert that many (probably most) do not
know how to produce a film. The skillsets required of producing and
screenwriting are quite different. The most accomplished of producers
may well be able to recognize a good screenplay when s/her reads it
but have little idea of how to develop a screenplay from ‘promising
first draft’ through to ‘polished final draft’. Again, I stress that
this is not a criticism of producers. It is merely recognition of what
seems to me to be a blindingly obvious truth: A great screenplay can
be produced without the input of a producer. This is a truth that your
narrow guidelines does not acknowledge. Yes, there is a time when a
good producer is worth his or her weight in gold but it is not
necessarily at first draft stage. Had such criteria applied when I was
developing BLACKFELLAS the project would never have proceeded beyond
first draft because no producer wanted to touch it with a barge pole
when it was still in its rough developmental stages. I don’t blame
them. It was up to me to prove, with about the 9th draft, that I had a
project worth backing. It was not a prospective producer’s job, at
first draft stage, to see the potential in amidst the confusion of the
first few drafts.

Your refusal to read or assess HONEY this past few years has not, of
course, deterred me from continuing to work on the screenplay and I
have recently completed a fourth draft – which I am in the process of
publishing online. You will not read it, of course. Nor will anyone at
Screen Australia. It is a given, in the script development world that
you live in,  indeed which you have created, that no screenplay beyond
first draft could possibly be any good if there was no ‘proven
producer’ attached to it.  For this screenwriter, at least, a much
more appropriate condition to apply would be ‘no funding beyond first
draft without a good script editor attached.’ Whilst I can write draft
after draft without funding I am not, alas, in a position to pay a
script editor - much more valuable to me as a screenwriter than a
producer, unless, of course, the attached producer is also a skilled
script editor. Such men and women exist but they are rare as hen’s
teeth and I think the quality of most Australian screenplays that go
into production attests to this.

The absurdity of your guidelines vis a vis ‘proven producers’ becomes
apparent when a close look is had at what you consider to be a ‘proven
producer.’ Essentially it is anyone whose name appears as ‘Producer’
in the opening or end credits of a film. A used car salesman looking
for a tax-break and a vanity credit could appear in the list of
producers and, in accordance with your guidelines, be eligible to
shepherd a screenplay through Screen Australia’s script development
processes. S/he would be eligible also to act as a producer/mentor to
young filmmakers despite having zero experience in any area of
filmmaking. I, in contrast, with five years of university study in
drama, as a graduate of two film schools, with an AFI award in
screenwriting and 40 years experience writing screenplays am not
qualified to act as a mentor to young filmmakers! The logic being
applied here has absolutely nothing to do with the reality of the
creative process whereby an idea becomes a treatment and moves through
various drafts to become a film.

I make no claims at all regarding the quality of HONEY. It may be a
lackluster screenplay, lacking in potential, or it may have potential
to be a wonderful film. You will never know which it is because, in
2009, you excluded it from the pool of projects you or your staff
would read on the basis of narrow guidelines that have nothing to do
with the screenplay’s quality or lack thereof. And this was well
before (three years before!) Ruth Harley decided that for you and your
staff to read HONEY or any other of my screenplays would be to place
you at risk! This is such an absurd proposition that it makes my head
spin! At what point in the reading or assessing of HONEY or any other
of my screenplays would it even be possible for me to place you or
your script assessing staff at risk?

A few days ago I read the following:

“If you’re an artist, being a good man – or a good woman – is pretty
much beside the point when it comes to your actual accomplishments.
Moral perfection won’t compensate for your badness as an artist.”

Ruth’s assertion that I have intimidated and placed at risk members of
Screen Australia is a lie, as you and the rest of the staff at Screen
Australia know all too well, but lets presume not only that it is true
but that I am in fact a psychopath in jail for multiple axe-murders. I
have written a screenplay that may be crap or it may be brilliant.
Would you refuse to read and assess it on the grounds that I was a
morally reprehensible human being?

The flip side of this is: Is it necessary to refrain from criticism of
Screen Australia, from asking questions, to be eligible to apply for
script development money? I won’t get an answer to this because this
particular administration of Australia’s peak funding body does not
answer questions such as the ones I ask - as a matter of principle.

A couple of years ago a Screen Australia employee in a fairly senior
creative decision-making position said to me, “James, why do you make
your life so difficult for yourself by always criticizing us?”  The
question was well-intentioned and the advice in it implicit. I was,
nonetheless, more than a little astounded. “My job is to write good
screenplays,” I replied, “What do my criticisms of Screen Australia
have to do with the quality of my film projects?” No answer was the
reply.

Screen Australia has effectively silenced all public criticism and, in
its banning of me, made clear what future is in store for anyone who
asks questions Ruth Harley does not want to answer or who expects her
to be transparent and accountable in her decision making.

best wishes

HONEY # 10

...continuing on from HONEY # 9

213 INT. EN SUITE BATHROOM/BEDROOM. NIGHT

DANIEL throws toiletries into his duffle bag. HELEN is angry.

HELEN
Look at me, fuck you!

DANIEL turns, faces her; makes a quizzical “And?” gesture. HELEN
shakes her head, makes an “I give up” gesture.

DANIEL
What the fuck am I supposed to see?

HELEN
You’re fucking blind, Daniel.

DANIEL
But not psychic! Sorry darling.

HELEN slaps DANIEL hard across the face.

HELEN
Fuck off.

DANIEL
Request granted.

DANIEL tries to push past HELEN. She blocks his way, takes his head in
her hands, forces him to look at her.

HELEN
Why do we do this?

DANIEL looks away. HELEN pulls his head around again, kisses him,
lightly at first, then passionately – her eyes open. DANIEL has his
eyes closed. The kiss comes to an abrupt end.

HELEN
Why don’t you look at me when we kiss? (A BEAT) When we make love?

DANIEL does not want to have this conversation. He walks past HELEN,
throws clothes into his duffle bag.

HELEN goes to the walk-in cupboard, takes out the plastic bag with his
climbing shoes and bag of chalk in it, extracts both, hands them to
him, speaks calmly.

HELEN
If you’re going to run away you’ll need these.

214 INT. JASPER’S ROOM. NIGHT

JASPER looks out the window at DANIEL, in the street, kick-starting
his Harley and driving off.

HELEN (voice off)
I’m sorry…

JASPER turns, looks at HELEN standing in the doorway.

HELEN
…you had to hear that.

JASPER stares at HELEN, says nothing. HELEN sits on the edge of
Jasper’s bed, pats it: “Come here?” JASPER shakes her head.

HELEN
Honey’s a survivor. She’ll be okay.

JASPER
Being okay’s not enough.

HELEN nods in agreement. Tears well in her eyes. JASPER walks up to
her, puts her arms around HELEN – her mother’s head against her chest;
strokes HELEN’S hair.

215 EXT. CITY STREETS/DINING ROOM/JASPER’S ROOM. NIGHT

In a MONTAGE, with violin concerto music over:

- DANIEL searches for Honey on his Harley.
- HELEN repairs her damaged photo albums in the dining room.
- JASPER in her bedroom, eyes closed, prays for Honey.
- DANIEL makes his way to the rocks overlooking the ocean.
- HELEN picks up her mobile phone.
- HONEY buys a small petrol can in a service station, walks to a
bowser, unscrews the cap.

216 INT/EXT. FRONT DOOR. NIGHT

HELEN opens the door to JASMIN. In her arms (head on shoulder) a
sleeping girl about three years old.

HELEN
Shit! I’d forgotten that you had kids…

217 EXT. PARK. NIGHT

HONEY sits in a park; the can of petrol between her legs. She unscrews
the lid, takes matches from her pocket.

218 INT. DINING ROOM. NIGHT

JASMIN lays ABIGAIL on the sofa to sleep.

HELEN
Sorry to do this to you…

JASMIN
It’s okay. Donald’s with his dad and Abbie is used to…this is her ‘normal’.

219 EXT. PARK. NIGHT

HONEY lifts the can of petrol to head level; stares at it.

220 DINING ROOM. NIGHT

HELEN, glass of wine in hand, sits with JASMIN on a white leather
couch. ABIGAIL is asleep on another couch.

HELEN
Lost. (A BEAT) In a word. (A BEAT) And with not a map in sight.

221 EXT. PARK. NIGHT

HONEY sits with the can poised above her head, readying to pour petrol
on herself. Her mobile rings. She looks at it for a long moment, puts
down the petrol can, picks up her mobile.

HONEY
Hello…Daniel…Sorry I fucked your life up…I…

DANIEL (telephone)
Honey, listen to me…

HONEY
Okay.

DANIEL (telephone)
Yes, I have thought of stepping into space and going to live with the
angels in eternity…if I was alone in the world…but I could never break
the hearts of the angels I would leave behind. Please don’t break my
heart, Jasper’s heart. (A BEAT) Helen’s heart. You are not alone,
Honey.

HONEY
Do you think you could ever love me as much as you love Jasper?

222 INT. DANIEL’S STUDIO. NIGHT

DANIEL, mobile at his ear, can’t answer this question.

HONEY (telephone)
I’ll be OK. (A BEAT) Don’t worry about me. (A BEAT) Promise.

DANIEL
Promise.

223 EXT. PARK. NIGHT

HONEY flips the mobile phone shut, stares at the box of matches in her hand.

224 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT

DANIEL sits at a table, staring at his climbing shoes and bag of
chalk, fingers rapping nervously on the table surface.

225 DINING ROOM. NIGHT

HELEN and JASMIN sit together. HELEN, a little tipsy, refills her
glass with Brandy as JASMIN puffs on a joint.

HELEN
I don’t know what I want! (A BEAT) I’m not even sure what I don’t want.

JASMIN laughs, holds the joint out to HELEN.

HELEN
Will it make me go crazy?

226 EXT. PARK. NIGHT

HONEY lights a match, stares at it.

227 INT. SHED. YOUNG HONEY’S HOME. NIGHT

HONEY’S MOTHER, a lit match in her hand, looks up at:

YOUNG HONEY screaming on the other side of the upstairs window,
looking down at her mother.

228 INT. DANIEL’S STUDIO. NIGHT

DANIEL stares at his climbing shoes, bag of chalk. His fingers rap
nervously on the table as he smokes a cigarette.

229 DINING ROOM. NIGHT

HELEN, little stoned now, photo album in her lap, surveys the half
dozen photo albums laid out on the couch and table.

HELEN
Do you think I’m a bit obsessive?

JASMIN smiles, raises her eyebrows.

HELEN
You don’t have to answer…truthfully.

JASMIN
Does my bum look big in this?

HELEN bursts out laughing.

230 INT. DANIEL’S STUDIO. NIGHT

DANIEL takes a last puff on his cigarette, stubs it out, takes another
cigarette from the packet, puts it in his mouth, lights a match. He
looks at the burning match as the flame makes its way closer and
closer to his fingers. He blows the match out, crumples the unlit
cigarette, picks up his climbing shoes and bag of chalk and walks to
the door.

231 EXT. OLD FACTORY. NIGHT

DANIEL walks from the front door to a garbage bin, opens the lid,
throws his climbing shoes and bag of chalk into it.

232 INT. DINING ROOM. NIGHT

HELEN is more than a little stoned and drunk now.

HELEN
The only thing I’m sure of is that I don’t want to never know what I want!

JASMIN smiles.

HELEN
At least I think I’m reasonably sure!

JASMIN laughs.

233 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT

DANIEL picks up his mobile, punches in a number. HELEN appears on the
LCD screen. He sees something moving through the window, cancels his
call, walks to the window, sees HONEY standing in the parking lot,
arms bleeding, staring blankly at him.

234 EXT. OLD FACTORY. NIGHT

DANIEL walks up to HONEY, takes her hand, leads her to the entrance.

235 INT. DANIEL’S STUDIO. NIGHT

HONEY glares fearfully at her shoulder, madness in her eyes as DANIEL
bandages her arms.

DANIEL
There is no Green Goblin, Honey.

HONEY
I know, but I can see him. Hear him. I know he’s not real (A BEAT) But
what’s real?

DANIEL
Me. Here. Now.

HONEY stares at DANIEL with unseeing eyes.

DANIEL
Right?

HONEY is not sure. She looks at her hand.

HONEY
Is this my hand? I know it is my hand but…it’s not my hand.

236 INT. DINING ROOM.NIGHT

HELEN and JASMIN, stoned, sit on the white ‘leather’ couch – trying to
look into each other’s eyes without laughing. JASMIN moves her head
close to HELEN’S as if to kiss her.

JASMIN
What do you see?

HELEN
Your lips, your nose, your eyes.

JASMIN moves closer, her lips now an inch from HELEN’S.

JASMIN
And now?

HELEN
Just your eyes.

237 INT. DANIEL’S ‘LOFT’. NIGHT

HONEY, fully dressed, lies on the futon looking at DANIEL, sitting
beside her, covering her with a sheet.

HONEY
Ted?

DANIEL hands HONEY her blue teddy bear. HONEY holds it close.

DANIEL
You going to be OK?

HONEY nods, reaches out with her hand, takes DANIEL’S, holds it tight,
looks directly into his eyes.

DANIEL
I’m just downstairs, OK?

HONEY shakes her head, doesn’t want him to leave her. DANIEL tries to
disengage his hand from HONEY’S. She resists. DANIEL strokes her hair
gently, disengages his hand, stands.


...to be continued




HONEY # 9

…continuing on from HONEY # 8

192 INT. DANIEL’S STUDIO. DAY

Amidst the hustle and bustle of his busy studio (a photo shoot is in
progress) DANIEL sits at his computer, using Photoshop to enhance the
smile of a young woman in an ad. HONEY appears, in her school uniform,
a cup of coffee in one hand, her iPod clipped to her waist. She puts
the coffee down on the desk beside DANIEL.

DANIEL
Thanks.

HONEY leans close to DANIEL, looks at the computer screen, adopts her
own version of an Ad Executive’s voice:

HONEY
 “Think could make her 28% happier, Daniel?”

DANIEL  (smiles)
I’m trying for 42%.

HONEY laughs, walks to the stairs leading to the ’loft’; puts tiny
headphones in her ears; turns on her iPod. As she climbs the steps
Honey’s favourite music displaces all studio sounds.

193 INT. DANIEL’S ‘LOFT’. DAY

As she (and we) listen to her favourite music, HONEY takes her blue
one-armed teddy bear from her backpack and sets it alongside Daniel’s
teddy bear, facing each other.

HONEY (voice over)
My only fear, diving deep into his soul, is the fear that I’ll drown.

HONEY takes out her journal, lies on her tummy on the futon, writing
in it. The camera moves in to a tight shot of her face. She yawns.

HONEY (voice over)
I want him to dive deep into my soul too but what if he finds, deep
down, the demons lurking there…

CLOSE ON DANIEL, at the head of the wooden stairs, looks at HONEY
asleep on the futon – her journal at her side.

HONEY (voice over)
…that frighten him as much as they frighten me…

A LITTLE LATER

DANIEL sits on the edge of the futon, alongside HONEY. Honey’s journal
is open in his lap.

HONEY (voice over)
…the me that even I can’t learn to love?

CLOSE ON Honey’s hand-writing:

…the me that even I can’t learn to love?

HONEY opens her eyes, reaches out, closes her journal.

HONEY
It’s private now.

DANIEL
You’ve given away enough secrets?

HONEY nods.

DANIEL
Do you really want no-one to find out your secrets?

HONEY stares at DANIEL – her face giving nothing away.

194 EXT. ROCKS. LATE AFTERNOON

HONEY’S hands shake as she tries to bait a hook. She is pale, sweats
profusely, glances at her shoulder – a slightly ‘crazy’ look in her
eyes. A TEENAGE BOY fishes from the rocks nearby. She gives up trying
to bait her hook, stares into space, looks at her shoulder, flicks at
the (unseen) goblin obsessively.

Her attention is caught by the TEENAGE BOY reeling something in. HONEY
watches as an octopus emerges from the water, on the end of the boy’s
line. Her eyes flare, she watches, mesmerized, as the TEENAGE BOY
takes out his knife and prepares to kill the octopus.

HONEY (screams)
No!

195 EXT. DANIEL AND HELEN’S HOUSE. DUSK

As DANIEL pulls up in driveway on his motor bike he catches a glimpse
of HONEY, carrying a bucket, disappearing in through the front door.
There is a taxi parked in the street.

196 INT. KITCHEN. DUSK

HONEY, carrying a bucket, walks fast past HELEN as she bastes the leg
of roasting lamb in the open oven. JASPER, doing homework on the
kitchen table, looks up.

HELEN
Honey!

HONEY does not reply; moves fast into the Dining Room. JASPER stands,
follows her.

DANIEL walks into the kitchen, looks at HELEN for an explanation.
“Beats me!” she gestures. The sound of JASPER screaming can be heard
from the Dining Room.

197 INT. DINING ROOM. DUSK

HONEY stands in front of the aquarium – mesmerized by the sight of the
octopus squirming wildly in the aquarium. DANIEL and HELEN rush in.
The scene moves very fast.

DANIEL
What the…!

HONEY
He was going to kill it…

HELEN
Honey, what have you…

DANIEL
It’s going to die in there, Honey. It’s a salt water animal. That’s fresh water.

HONEY runs into the kitchen. HONEY reappears with a large canister of
salt. As she tries to pour the salt into the aquarium HELEN grabs hold
of her arm to stop her. To brace herself HONEY grabs hold of the edge
of the aquarium. DANIEL grabs HONEY around the waist to pull her away.
HONEY hangs onto the edge of the aquarium and it falls with a crash to
the floor. Fish, water, octopus and broken glass fly everywhere.

A TAXI DRIVER appears in the doorway.

TAXI DRIVER
Your daughter. She not pay fare…

198 EXT. ROCKS. NIGHT

JASPER watches DANIEL tip the octopus from a bucket into the sea. The
octopus remains still for a long moment, as if dead, then swims off.
JASPER is relieved.

199 INT. DINING ROOM. NIGHT

HONEY, backpack in hand, stands in the doorway, looks at:

HELEN drying her photo albums with paper towels. Plastic bags filled
with water and tropical fish rest on the floor.

HONEY
I’m sorry.

HELEN, focused totally on her damaged albums, ignores HONEY.

HONEY
Thanks for trying.

HONEY hesitates. HELEN won’t look at her. HONEY turns, walks out the
door. HELEN looks up, covers her face with her hands.

200 EXT. BEACH. NIGHT

DANIEL and JASPER walk back towards the car.

DANIEL
Jas, this is not a time for secrets.

JASPER
I promised.

DANIEL
Sometimes you have to break promises.

JASPER
The way octopusses can wrap themselves around a rock, change their
shape, their colour and…

DANIEL
And?

JASPER
…hide themselves in a cloud of ink. And…

DANIEL
And? (A BEAT) Jas?

JASPER
Honey’s mother is alive and Honey loves her more than anything and she
wants to take care of her because she’s…she’s mentally ill but she
won’t let Honey take care of her because…

DANIEL’S mobile phone rings.

DANIEL
Alive! Honey’s mother is alive?

JASPER nods, starts to cry. As DANIEL pulls her close, hugging her, he
flips open his mobile, looks at the screen: HELEN. He puts the phone
to his ear, listens a moment, nods.

201 EXT. CITY STREET. NIGHT

HONEY, a strange look in her eyes, speaks on her mobile phone.

HONEY
I’ve got nowhere to stay.

202 INT. JUVENILE DETENTION CENTRE. NIGHT

A YOUTH WORKER, telephone receiver in hand, shakes her head:

YOUTH WORKER (laughs)
Honey, this is not a holiday camp.

203 EXT. CITY STREET. NIGHT

HONEY flips her mobile shut, looks at her shoulder. Her POV:

The Green Goblin on her shoulder laughs, leans close to whisper in her ear.

HONEY tries to flick the (now invisible) Green Goblin from her
shoulder. There is a look of extreme madness in her eyes.

JASPER (voice over)
Where angels sing and fish can fly…

204 INT. GRANNY FLAT. NIGHT

JASPER sits on Honey’s bed, reading a note. HELEN stands in the doorway.

JASPER
…and magic violins do cry…

JASPER
Of love and longing, I can but try…

CLOSE ON the note in JASPER’S hands:

WHERE ANGELS SING AND FISH CAN FLY
AND MAGIC VIOLINS DO CRY
OF LOVE AND LONGING, I CAN BUT TRY
TO FIND THIS PLACE BEFORE I DIE

JASPER
…To find this place before I die…

HELEN
She’s just trying to get attention.

JASPER turns and stares at HELEN coldly.

205 EXT. SHOP. NIGHT

HONEY heaves a brick through a shop window. The burglar alarm goes
off. HONEY sits in the gutter, lights up a cigarette.

A LITTLE LATER

A police car approaches. HONEY smiles, stands. The Police  Car drives
by. HONEY is pissed off, flips open her mobile phone.
…continuing on from HONEY #  7

206 INT. DINING ROOM. NIGHT

DANIEL collects broken glass from the carpet around the plastic bags
full of tropical fish. HELEN walks in.

HELEN
This’ll make your day!

DANIEL opens the envelope, takes out a magazine. CLOSE ON:

The front cover of the magazine ART NOW. The photo of Honey being
arrested with the text ART OR EXPLOITATION?

DANIEL is stun. HELEN sits on the white leather couch, picks up one of
her damaged photo albums, shakes her head angrily.

HELEN
Ruined!

DANIEL
It can be fixed!

HELEN  (angry)
What! My albums? The aquarium? Your reputation? Our marriage?

207 INT. CAR NIGHT

HONEY, eyes blazing, sits in the back seat, brushing an unseen
‘something’ from her shoulder. SIMMO drives. Alongside him is
COURTNEY, 16. HONEY takes a used envelope from her back pack.

208 INT. JASPER’S ROOM. NIGHT

JASPER sits on her bed in tears – her hands over her ears. When she
removes her hands she hears her parents arguing.

HELEN  (voice off)
This is not what I wanted.

DANIEL   (voice off)
What did you want?

209 INT. DINING ROOM. NIGHT

HELEN shakes her head (“I don’t know”), places a water damaged photo
album back on the table alongside the others.

HELEN
What did you want?

DANIEL
You, just you.

HELEN  (nods)
Do you still have me?

DANIEL
I don’t know! Do I?

HELEN stares at him for a long moment, makes an ‘I don’t know’
gesture, brings her hands to her face, covers it.

210 EXT. CAR. NIGHT

Through the window we see HONEY placing a furled umbrella under
SIMMO’S shirt, poking outwards.

SIMMO
What do I say? ‘Stick ‘em up?’

HONEY shakes her head, hands SIMMO a pen and the envelope.

211 INT. CAR. NIGHT

HONEY watches SIMMO walk into the all night chemist across the road,
glances at her shoulder fearfully.

212 INT. CHEMIST. NIGHT

SIMMO hands the envelope to the CHEMIST. He looks at it, looks at
SIMMO – the umbrella under his shirt now sticking out. The CHEMIST
looks down at SIMMO’S ‘weapon’, looks at the note.

‘This is a robery. We want cash and Valium.’

CHEMIST
There’s two bs in robbery.

SIMMO (nods)
Thanks.

SIMMO pauses a moment before walking awkwardly out the door.

...to be continued...

Saturday, February 2, 2013

HONEY # 8

…continuing on from HONEY # 7…

185 INT. CAR. DAY

DANIEL drives. JASPER, in her school uniform, sits in the passenger
seat, deep in thought.

JASPER
Dad?

DANIEL
Mmmm…

JASPER
What’s the difference between a secret and a lie?

DANIEL looks at JASPER, shakes his head, smiles.

DANIEL
Bit too complicated a question for this early in the day, Jas.

JASPER looks at him. She wants an answer. DANIEL looks away.

DANIEL
Wanna go fishing this arvo?

JASPER does not answer but looks out the window, thinking.

DANIEL
Jas?

JASPER
I might be a child but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid.

186 EXT. BACK YARD. GRANNY FLAT. DAY

HONEY walks our the back door, stopping when she sees:

HELEN inside the granny flat, painting a wall. The bed and furniture
have been covered in old sheets.

187 INT. GRANNY FLAT. DAY

HONEY walks up, stands in the doorway. HELEN turns, smiles, her face
flecked with paint.

LATER

HONEY, dressed in old clothes, paints alongside HELEN.

HELEN
I wrote lots of poetry when I was your age.

HONEY
I’d love to read it.

HELEN
I burnt it all.

HONEY
Burnt! Why?

HELEN
Because it was crap.

HONEY
Do you think my poetry is crap? (A BEAT) You can tell me the truth.

HELEN
The truth! What’s the truth? We’re born, we get old, we die! (A BEAT)
No, your poetry is…is…is you.

HONEY smiles.

HELEN
Does anyone really want to know the truth?

HONEY
Beautiful lies beat ugly truths any day, eh?

HELEN laughs, looks at HONEY - intrigued and puzzled.

HELEN
Beautiful lies?

HONEY
You know…the story you tell yourself… about your life.

HELEN
I’d like to be able to rewrite some bits of mine.

HONEY
Which bits?

HELEN shakes her head.

HELEN
You have your secrets, I have mine.

HONEY laughs.

HONEY
What if I guessed one of your secrets?

HONEY smiles.

188 INT. DINING ROOM. DAY

CLOSE ON the page in one of Helen’s photo albums that includes the
photo of Jasper with the violin tucked into her neck.

HONEY (voice off)
You at Jasper’s age, right?

HELEN nods. HONEY slips the photo out of the album, hands it to HELEN.
She takes it reluctantly, looks at it wistfully.

HONEY opens another album, takes out a photo of Helen in her late
teens, formally dressed, her violin at her side, smiling proudly – a
formally dressed orchestra behind her.

HELEN shakes her head. HONEY smiles, stands, takes HELEN’S hand, leads
her out of the room.

189 INT. DANIEL AND HELEN’S BEDROOM. DAY

HONEY leads a HELEN into the bedroom.

HONEY
Sit.

HELEN sits on the bed, watches HONEY walk to the closet, disappear
from view for a moment, walk out with the red suitcase. Her face
reveals a mixture of emotions – trepidation being the most dominant.

HELEN
Did Daniel tell you?

HONEY shakes her head, places the suitcase beside HELEN.

HELEN
How’d you know?

HONEY
I’m psychic. (A BEAT) Psycho and psychic.

HELEN smiles, watches HONEY open the suitcase, take out sheathes of
sheet music to reveal a battered violin case. HONEY opens it, lifts
out an old violin. It has only one intact string. The others are
broken. HONEY hands the violin to HELEN. She plucks the one string. It
emits an off-key note.

HELEN
Mum bought this for me when I was six…

HELEN looks at the violin lovingly.

HELEN
How did you… (know where I kept it?)

HONEY shrugs.

HELEN
Did Daniel tell you?

HONEY shakes her head, looks away; evasive.

HELEN
How? (A BEAT) Honey!

HONEY
I promised I wouldn’t say…

HELEN
Promised who?

HONEY
You promise you won’t tell if I tell you?

HELEN
Promise.

HONEY
Jasper.

HELEN
Jasper!

HONEY (nods)
“Mum keeps her dreams hidden in a red suitcase.” (A BEAT) That’s what
she said. (A BEAT) You won’t tell her I told you, will you?

HELEN shakes her head.

HELEN
It all happens so fast…one minute you’re a little girl with big
dreams…next thing you know you’re falling in love, having babies…and
you look in the rear vision mirror and see all this stuff falling off
the back of the truck…good stuff, bad stuff…so you stop looking in the
mirror and…(A BEAT)…forget your dreams…

189 INT/EXT VARIOUS. MONTAGE. DAY/NIGHT

- HONEY sits in class in her school uniform, listening attentively.

JASPER (voice over)
That was the beginning of the ‘honeymoon’…

The TEACHER asks a question. HONEY’S arm shoots up.

JASPER (voice over)
That’s what Rebecca called it…

- HONEY teaches HELEN to cast a rod from the rocks HELEN, all thumbs,
laughs at her lack of fishing skills.

JASPER (voice over)
She said it wouldn’t last…

JASPER and DANIEL, fishing nearby, look on and laugh.

JASPER (voice over)
…but I didn’t believe her. Nor did mum and dad.

- REBECCA, in her office talking with DANIEL and HELEN, shrugs, shakes
her head, holds up her hands: “Beat’s me!”

JASPER (voice over)
Rebecca couldn’t find any trace of Honey’s family…

HONEY, JASPER, DANIEL and HELEN sit at the table in the dining room.

JASPER (voice over)
…and Honey was not going to help with any clues.

HONEY laughs, shakes her head, as HELEN, jug of crepe mix in hand,
prepares to pour it into the flambé pan.

JASPER (voice over)
I figured…we figured…it was because she didn’t want to go home.

HONEY picks a packet of long stem matches up from the table.

JASPER (voice over)
And I didn’t want her to go home.

HELEN picks up a bottle of Crème de Menthe.

JASPER (voice over)
I liked having a sister – even if she was a bit weird sometimes.

HONEY watches HELEN’S movements with a ‘strange’ intensity.

JASPER (voice over)
But as long as she took her medication…

HONEY takes a long-stemmed match from the box.

DANIEL
Have you taken your pills?

HONEY
Yes dad!

HELEN laughs, splashes a liquor into the flambé dish. HONEY strikes a
match, hands it to HELEN, who lights the liquor in the pan.

HONEY is mesmerized by the flames.

- JASPER and HONEY in bed together.

JASPER (voice over)
Honey taught me to think about things in a different way.

HONEY
Happiness is just a station along the way, ay!

JASPER
On the way where?

HONEY
To your destination.

JASPER
And what’s the destination?

HONEY
To sing with the angels.

JASPER thinks about this for a long moment.

JASPER
So its OK to be unhappy?

HONEY
Not okay, Jas. Just the way it is. A station along the way.

JASPER listens, wide-eyed, snuggles closer to HONEY

HONEY
One of heaps of stations and you’ve got to stop at them all.

HELEN appears in the doorway, taps her watch.

HELEN
School
night!

HONEY kisses JASPER on the cheek, leaps out of bed, kisses HELEN
quickly on the cheek as she walks out the door.

190 INT. KITCHEN AREA. DANIEL’S STUDIO. DAY

HONEY, in her school uniform, an iPod at her hip, fills an electric
jug with water, turns it on. As she waits for it to boil she takes a
vial of pills from the backpack at her feet, unscrews the cap, tips
two into her hand, looks at them.

191 INT. TOILET. DAY

HONEY tosses the pills in her hand into the toilet; upends the rest of
the vial into the toilet; flushes it.


...to be continued...



...

Friday, February 1, 2013

HONEY # 7

…continuing on from HONEY # 6

161 INT. DINING ROOM. DAY

Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto continues over HONEY looking closely at
one particular photo in Helen’s album. We do not see it. She thinks
for a moment, picks up the photo album she had looked at earlier,
flicks through it until she finds a particular photo. She looks at it
for a moment:

Jasper smiling at the camera, a violin tucked into her neck, bow in
her right hand, a small kid’s orchestra behind her.

HONEY thinks for a moment, stands and walks out of the room.

162 DANIEL AND HELEN’S BEDROOM. DAY

Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto continues over HONEY walking into the
room, looking around.

163 INT. CAR. DAY

Music continues over DANIEL sitting in the passenger seat alongside
JASMIN, driving. He does not look happy. JASMIN holds out her hand.
DANIEL takes it, tries to smile.

164 INT. HELEN’S CAR. DAY

Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto continues over HELEN driving into the
street where she, Daniel and Jasper live.

165 DANIEL AND HELEN’S BEDROOM. DAY

Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto continues over HONEY opening and closing
drawers, cupboard doors – looking for something.

166 INT. KITCHEN. DAY

Music continues over as HELEN walks into the kitchen. She notices
Honey’s journal on the table, hesitates a moment, moves to open it,
decides not to, walks into the dining room.

167 INT. DINING ROOM. DAY

Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto continues over. Helen sees her open
photo albums, walks to the white leather couch, closes them, replaces
them in the pile of albums, making sure that the pile is neat, tidy.
Symmetrical!

HELEN (calls out)
Honey!

168 DANIEL AND HELEN’S BEDROOM. DAY

Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto continues over HONEY opening the door to
Helen’s walk-in closet. The battered old red suitcase is in view but
Honey pays no attention to it.

169 INT/EXT GRANNY FLAT. DAY

Music continues over HELEN walking towards the door to the granny flat.

HELEN (calls out)
Honey!

On seeing no sign of Honey in the flat, HELEN takes out her mobile
phone, enters a number.

170 EXT. FLORIST. DAY

Music continues over DANIEL carrying a large bunch of red roses. His
mobile rings. He takes it out, looks at the screen, decides not to
take the call, walks up to the passenger door of JASMIN’S car.

The Violin Concerto finishes.

171 DANIEL AND HELEN’S BEDROOM. DAY

HONEY picks up the photo of Daniel, Helen and Jasper with the broken
glass. HONEY seems not to hear the sound of the back door opening and
closing.

172 INT.HALLWAY. DAY

HELEN moves to walk upstairs but stops – her attention caught by
Honey’s journal resting on the kitchen table.

173 INT. KITCHEN. DAY

HELEN walks into the kitchen, picks up the vial of pills alongside
Honey’s journal, reads the label.

174 DANIEL AND HELEN’S BEDROOM. DAY

HONEY looks at the photo of Daniel, Helen and Jasper. Her attention is
caught by the sound of a chair scraping on the floor downstairs.

175 INT. KITCHEN. DAY

HELEN sits, pulls Honey’s journal towards her, opens it.

176 INT. STAIRWAY/HALL. DAY

HONEY creeps down the stairs slowly, quietly. At a point where she can
see into the kitchen she stops. She can see HELEN’S back as she leans
over looking at Honey’s journal. HONEY watches her for a long moment.
HELEN turns a page. HONEY creeps to the back door, opens it quietly,
walks out, closes the door gently behind her.

177 EXT. BACK YARD. DAY

HONEY climbs over the fence into the neighbor’s back yard, drops into
a flowery garden.

178 INT. KITCHEN. DAY

HELEN turns another page of Honey’s journal. The sound of the front
door bell. HELEN closes the journal, returns it to the position she
found it in, walks out.

179 EXT/INT. FRONT DOOR. DAY

HELEN opens the front door to find HONEY standing there, smiling, a
big bunch of flowers in her hand.

HONEY
Went for a walk.

HONEY hands the bunch of flowers to HELEN.

HELEN (laughs)
Thank you Honey.

180 INT. KITCHEN. DAY

HONEY and HELEN sit at the kitchen table drinking coffee. HELEN holds
Honey’s vial of pills, looks at HONEY.

HONEY (evasive)
I get bad headaches. (A BEAT) I was looking at your photo albums before. And…

HELEN
That’s OK. That’s what they’re for – to be looked at. HONEY Can I ask
you something?

HELEN  (laughs)
You’re as bad as Jasper. Questions, questions, questions…

HONEY
You can look at my journal if you want.

HELEN nods, thinks for a moment.

HELEN
I was looking at it before you arrived with…

HELEN points at the flowers in the vase on the table.

HELEN
I hope you don’t mind!

HONEY laughs, shakes her head.

HONEY
Find anything interesting?

HELEN  (smiles)
Yes.

HELEN pulls the journal towards her, opens it, flicks through a few
pages to the one that has the photo of the mum, dad and smiling
daughter seen earlier (scene 115).

HELEN
That’s not you is it?

HONEY shakes her head.

HELEN
Who… (are they)?

HONEY
I don’t know. I just found it, and…

HELEN nods, flips it over. On the other side is written:

MUM AND ME AND OUR HONEY BEE.

HELEN
 “Mum and me and our Honey Bee?”

HELEN looks at HONEY quizzically. HONEY looks away.

HELEN
Why have you stuck it in your journal?

HONEY (shrugs)
No reason.

HELEN nods, flips the page, looks at the burnt photo of Honey and her mother.

HELEN
Is this you and your mum?

HONEY nods nervously. She both wants to and dreads talking about her mother.

HELEN
How old were you when your mum died?

HONEY shrugs, looks away.

HELEN
You’re one big question mark aren’t you?

HONEY
If you were a shrink, your next question would be, “Why do you think
that is, Honey?”

HELEN (laughs)
“Why do you think that is, Honey?”

HONEY
You heard the joke about insanity is hereditary?

HELEN shakes her head.

HONEY
You get it from your kids?

HELEN laughs. HONEY’S smile is forced.

HONEY
You ever feel…kind of empty?

HELEN stares at HONEY, a little shocked by the question.

HONEY
Sorry…

HELEN gestures with her hands: “It’s OK.”

HONEY
As if there is something missing?

HELEN is not sure she wants to have this conversation.

HELEN
Something?

HONEY
In here?

HONEY puts her hand on her heart.

HONEY
Like you want to be filled up with…!

HELEN
With what?

HONEY
I don’t know, but…(A BEAT) I want to be filled up with it!

HELEN (nods)
What is it? That missing ‘something’?

HONEY
Was hoping you’d be able to tell me, eh!

HELEN laughs, shrugs, holds up her hands: “Beats me!”

HONEY
But you’ve got Daniel, Jasper…

HELEN
Yes, and I love them both to death but…

HONEY
But?

HELEN
But, every since I was a girl I’ve had this nagging feeling  that…that
there is…

HELEN can’t find the word.

HONEY
Something to make your soul sing?

HELEN (laughs)
Yes. Something to make your soul sing. Where did you hear that? It’s perfect.

HONEY
It’s from one of my poems…

HELEN
No way!

HONEY smiles, nods, flips through pages as she recites.

HONEY
 “Something to make my soul sing; With love for nearly everything;
Except for roaches, ants and flies; And biting insects in the skies.”

HONEY has arrived at the page on which the poem is written, surrounded
by caricature drawings of roaches, ants and flies. HELEN is amazed.

HELEN (laughs)
Yes, a world without roaches…and things that sting…

HELEN disappears inside herself for a moment, turns and looks at HONEY
– who looks directly into her eyes.

HONEY
I miss my mum too. Heaps.

HELEN’S eyes fill with tears. HONEY takes her hand, entwines her
fingers with HELEN’S. Tears stream down HELEN’S cheeks.

181 INT. DANIEL’S STUDIO ‘LOFT’. LATE AFTERNOON

Seen through the ‘curtains’ in Daniel’s loft:

JASMIN moves to music in the studio below – Tim Buckley’s ‘Sweet
Surrender’ as DANIEL, sits at his computer, touching up the photo of
Jasmin from his exhibition with ‘Photoshop’. JASMIN turns the music up
louder, smiles at DANIEL.

CLOSE UP ON JASPER, looking down, her eyes wide.  Her POV:

JASMIN sits beside DANIEL, leans close, talks animatedly. What she
says cannot be heard above the music.

TIM BUCKLEY (sings)
“Just too hard, just too hard to surrender to love.

JASMIN looks into DANIEL’S eyes then kisses him on the lips.

In a wider shot it becomes apparent that JASPER, dressed in her school
uniform, has long hair. This is a flashback.

JASPER observes the scene unfolding below her for a moment before
returning to the futon, lying down on it and staring at the ceiling.

JASPER (voice off)
…so I had to pretend that I wasn’t there and then dad asked me why I
didn’t come around after school like I said I would…

182 JASPER’S BEDROOM. NIGHT

JASPER (short hair, the flashback has finished) and HONEY sit propped
up in bed together - Jasper’s illustrated bible stories book open in
front of them.

JASPER
…and I had to tell him I was at Claire’s… Claire’s my best friend…was
my best friend…but mum spoke to Clair’s mum and she said I hadn’t been
there and…oh, lying is so difficult!

HONEY
Sometimes its best not to tell the truth.

JASPER
But you get into so much trouble too, lying. Life is really very
complicated, isn’t it?

HONEY laughs, hugs JASPER.

JASPER
Is kissing someone the same as having sex with them?

HONEY shakes her head.

HONEY
I’ve got a question for you.

JASPER
A trick question?

HONEY
No, about a photo I saw in your mum’s albums.

JASPER stares at HONEY, wide eyed; nods.

183 INT. DANIEL AND HELEN’S BEDROOM

DANIEL and HELEN lie in each other’s arms.

DANIEL
Would you admit to taking anti-psychotic medication?

HELEN
There’s something I have been meaning to tell you, darling.

DANIEL laughs. HELEN smiles, cuddles close.

184 JASPER’S BEDROOM. DAY

HELEN, in a dressing gown, stands in the doorway looking at:

HONEY and JASPER lying asleep together in Jasper’s bed.

DANIEL, a towel around his waist, walks up, puts his arms around
HELEN’S waist, looks at JASPER and HONEY, smiles, rests his head on
her shoulder. HELEN smiles, kisses DANIEL’S cheek.

...to be continued...