MEDI 118 (Script)

Script:

Characters:

FIONN/GIRL
Plump and short, dressed in a fur vest top and baggy trouser/shorts with red tartan sash at waist, armed with a long stick.

ERIC
Skinny and tall, dressed in green tartan kilt and white top with sleeves ripped off. He is armed with a two handed axe and a pair of short swords.

MAN
Fairly average build and height, dressed in a blue tartan kilt and a black top. He is armed with a sword.

WIDE FIELD – Midday

Opens to a mass of people, focus is on main character fighting her way through the battle dodging to not be hit.

The music of an epic and fantasy-style nature and is also fairly fast paced to match the battle there is also the woodland and battle sounds.

Main character is of a larger than average build yet seems to notice the physical exertion of her running. She is absorbed and concentration on what she is doing intently.

 She is searching for something.

The camera dips violently to match her as it pulls back up with her dragging a man in a tartan kilt up off the ground.

She gets the man to his feet and places her hand on his chest and chants as she drags him back.

FIONN
By the grace of Bronwyn I cure your wounds

 She chants this around four times.

Once they are out of the battle a little way she stops and he gets to his feet; thanks her and heads back into the battle.

Close up of her face with an expression of slight sadness and guilt.

Music softens and calms yet retains a fantasy feel.

Panning shot from her POV of vast rolling green fields broken here and there by trees and also a lake in the distance. 

You can hear her sigh in a contented manner but then the camera snaps back to look at the battle and again panning shot in her POV.

Eric walks up panting and puffing. 

ERIC
I think you better look at this Fionn, it feels broken

He flops his left arm at her to further show her it’s broken.  Dangling it like it’s jelly.

The girl walks up to and places her hand on him mumbling a few words and then nods.

FIONN
Sorry Eric... All healers low on power have been given the order to save it for fatal wounds... I only really have about two shots left.

 She has a look of extreme guilt and shrugs when she says this.

However she then picks up a booklet looking thing from around her neck and opens it to show him two blue cards and a load of others ripped halfway up.

He nods with an understanding expression.

She looks for a moment at his two handed axe and frowns.

FIONN
Your arms broken so you can’t use it. Take my stick and I will swap you your short swords, you can have more range that way.

She wiggles her left hip towards him where the stick in a leather holder. He does so. 

He looks shocked when she very quickly unsheathes both short swords faster than he could react too.

The fantasy music stops and all you can hear is the actual sound around them.

She sticks her finger in the air and he follows suit. She leans in and speaks very softly.

FIONN
I’m really bored and I want to hit go hit things, Fionn has had enough she can be angry now she’s not much use as a healer anymore.

They then put their fingers down and each nod and dart into the battle in separate directions.

Music starts again.

Close up of her face smiling.

Wobbles into a campfire at night, in a dream sequence manner.

Fionn is singing round a campfire and drinking. Many others round it.

The music now is her singing and the popping of the fire, talking of people around it and forest night sounds.

Ends on a mid shot of the fire.