Script
Nectar
By Liz Crow
June 2005
INT. WALTER’S SITTING ROOM, PRESENT DAY – NIGHT
MUSIC: ‘The Honeysuckle and the bee’
The room is hushed and dim; slightly shabby, through being well lived in, rather than not cared for.
Our gaze moves around, alighting on each object, like a bee gathering pollen: a photograph of a man and woman, swimming trunks on the radiator, a wedding anniversary paperweight, half hidden swimming trophies on a mantle-piece filled with condolence cards – then across the fireplace to see:
WALTER, aged 91, recently widowed, sitting in a chair illuminated by a pool of light from a standard lamp nearby. He holds a glass of whisky, swirling it to catch the light, inhaling then sipping, savouring. This is a nightly ritual; a time for contemplation – though it is reflective rather than melancholy.
TITLE: NECTAR
EXT. SWIMMING POOL, 1931 – DAY
SOUND: COACH’s whistle blasts.
A churning wake of water left by 17-year old WALTER. We see him from behind as he powers home…
