(Page 1 of 5) Chapters Of A Portrait by Richard Ridyard
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SUMMARY: This script version story is set in an apartment. George the estate agent shows Payne the perspective buyer around when things take an unexpected twist.Chapters Of A Portrait
By Richard Ridyard
INT. APARTMENT Living Area - DAY
The room is light and there are brightly coloured toys
strewn across a carpeted floor, pictures on the papered walls and a leather sofa against the wall near the two large front windows. We see a homely looking man who we will come to know as Mr. Payne walk over to a woman who is standing by the front windows. We see the man walk over and put his arm around the woman whose face we do not see as she has her back to the camera, which is behind them. Both just stand there looking out of the window. Brief MAIN TITLES fade in over this image.
Camera cuts to a close-up of the front door of the apartment, from inside.
(Voice over) To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.
A sound of laughter can be heard, fades as we hear voices from the other side of the door as two people approach through an echo-laden corridor.
GEORGE
This is certainly the sort of
property a young professional of
your calibre should be looking
at. Especially in the current
market.
PAYNE
I must admit, it is well located,
Mr. Wellington.
GEORGE
Please, please... Call me George.
Keys jangle as George opens the door, and the two men enter
the apartment, which is large and unfurnished, with
spotless wooden floors. Bright sunlight floods the main
living area through the luxuriously sized windows.
George is a garishly dressed estate agent, with a thick-knotted tie and gel-assisted hairstyle. Mr. Payne (the
prospective buyer) is wearing a well-tailored dark suit and
has a far less irritating hairstyle. George gesticulates while talking.
GEORGE
And I'm sure you'll agree it's
ideally suited for a young
couple. Imagine, if you will,
your wife preparing a dinner for
the both of you in the kitchen
over here while you relax on the
balcony with the evening papers.
PAYNE
I'm single actually.
GEORGE
Excellent! Well then it could be
any number of women, couldn't it?
You're absolutely right. Why
limit yourself Harry?
(Checking)Do you mind if I call you Harry?
PAYNE
I'd prefer if you didn't.
GEORGE
Of course. You didn't say what
you did for a living, Mr. Payne.
PAYNE
I'm a businessman.
GEORGE
Really? What sort of business.
PAYNE
I work for myself.
GEORGE
Sounds impressive. I wish I could
work for my self in business I mean it
must be good for getting chicks. Am I
right? I'm not complaining, you
understand - I do alright, but I
know that the ladies like someone
who have their own business.
PAYNE
I'm sure.
GEORGE
Heh, there was this one night we
were in quite a swanky West End
joint - me and the lads from the
office - and the ‘I'm an estate
agent' thing was getting us
nowhere. And it was killing me.
It really was. I mean if I see a
good looking girl and I know I
can't have her. Man... That just
wrecks my head. So when they
asked us what we did we just told
them what we thought they wanted
to hear. Anything that would get
‘em hot. You know? So I was a
surgeon for one and I traded
bonds for the next.
Payne doesn't appear to be very interested in this story,
not that this stops George telling it.
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