Editing and Montage Film Script

INT. ROOM

TOM is staring at his wall. On it is a piece of paper with words on it. He begins to quietly recite it to himself but gets distracted. He checks the time and goes into his bathroom. He then emerges more composed and leaves.

EXT. ROAD

TOM is muttering the words to himself again as he walks with purpose.

INT. OTHER ROOM

ASHY is standing before his mirror as TOM enters.

TOM

Hey, I'm Tom Hayes for the audition.

ASHY turns around as TOM puts his hand out to shake. ASHY politely rejects.

ASH

Please, we must not be so formal. Have a seat.

TOM

Ok...

TOM sits down as ASHY sits down opposite him.

TOM

I was expecting something more like a hall or a...er

ASH

Bank Holidays

TOM

Hmm?

ASH

Everywhere's shut so my house will have to do.

TOM

Ah

ASH

So Tom, can I ask what appealed to you about the project.

TOM

Well, I did something similar before and I really enjoyed it.

ASH

How did you hear about it.

TOM

Oh, I was linked to it.

ASH

Mhmm

They sit in silence briefly

TOM

Do...do you want to go stra-

ASH

TOM, You understand that I've seen plenty of people before you and I need to know what you can offer.

TOM

Well...experience for starters

ASH

Yes, yes. London, correct?

TOM

Yeah.

ASH

That's a start. Where do you hope to be in the future.

TOM

Well since I've done stage, I'm working on film but I'm ultimately aiming at voice acting.

ASH

That's specific.

Another awkward silence.

TOM

Shall I get to it?

ASH

Hmmm?

TOM

My audition piece?

ASH

...ah, yes. The...the thing. Do what you need to do.

TOM stands up. ASH moves the table. TOM starts pacing around while ASH looks in confusion.

ASH

What are you doing.

TOM

...walking?

ASH

.....very well then.

ASH gestures to begin. TOM stops pacing and goes into his monologue.

TOM

I pray thee, bear my former answer back.

Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones.

Good God, why should they mock poor fellows thus?

The man that once did sell the lion’s skin

While the beast lived was killed with hunting him.

A many of our bodies shall no doubt

Find native graves, upon the which, I trust,

Shall witness live in brass of this day’s work.

And those that leave their valiant bones in France,

Dying like men though buried in your dunghills,

They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet them

And draw their honors reeking up to heaven,

Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,

TOM is left in silence as we cut to reveal ASH has vanished.