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Based on the Pavlos Matesis novel

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Based on the Pavlos Matesis novel ...

    BASED ON A FICTION STORY

    “Η ΜΗΤΕΡΑ ΤΟΥ ΣΚΥΛΟΥ”

     „THE DAUGHTER”

     WRITTEN

    BY:

    PAVLOS MATESIS

     ADAPTATION

    &

    SCREENPLAY

    BY

    ISIDOR J LEONTIS

    Johnlents@gmail.com

    +30 6932 460 563

     CAST OF CHARACTERS:

     RARRAU... ROUMBINI THE MAIN CHARACTER

     RARRAU… AS AN ADULT, 40 YEARS OLD (BLOND).

     RARRAU :…………… AS A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD.

     P. MATESIS… THE PSYCHIATRIST.

     ASIMINA…………………………………..RARRAUS MOTHER

     DIOMED RARRAUS FATHER.

     DIOMEDES OLD……………………… . AROUND 60.

     SOTIRIS ………. A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD. BOY.(Rarraus Brother)

     FATHER DINOS PRIEST. (The priest around fifty)

     MADAME RITA…… WHORE. (Large girl very Sweet, around twenty-six

     Ms. SALOME……… AN ACTOR. ( Tiritomba family member.)

     CIVILIAN… (A)………… A GREEK

     ALFIO………………… THE ITAL IAN CARABINIERI OFFICER

     THE TIRITOMBA‟S………………… THE TRAVELING PLAYERS.

     ADRIANNA………… MADAME SALOME‟S

     KARAKAPITSALAS…. IMPRESARIO (Adriana husband)

     MRS. MRS.KANELO…………………… BIG AMAZON WOMAN (Neighbor)

     MR. KANELLOS MOTHER……………. AN OLDER WOMAN.

     LIAKOPOULOS………………………… GROCERY STORE OWNER,(The Collaborator)

     LIAKOPOULOS TWO DAUGHTERS… TWO YOUNG LADIES, IN THEIR TWENTIES.

     MIDWIFE………………………… A MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN

     APHRODITE………………………… THE BEAUTY. SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD

     VITORIO………………………………… ALFIOS REPLACEMENT.

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     APHRODITE‟S MOTHER ………………………………….

     THANASI…………………………………….PARTISAN KID.

     FOUR GERMANS SOLDIERS………………………….

     THREE ITALIAN SOLDIERS……………

     …………………………………………………………………………….

     MR. MANOLITSIS………………………… A SHORT MAN. THE DANCE TEACHE

     TASSIS……………………………………….ADRIANAS BROTHER (Truck Driver)

     ARCHANGEL…………………………… COMBARSO(Archangel)

     MARINA……………………………………. ADRIANA‟S DAUGHTER.

     LIAKOPOULOS NEIGHBOR.

     MRS. CHRISAFIS…………………………….VALIANTS MOTHER

     VALIANT……………………………………MRS. CHRISAFIS SON, (Partissan)

     MARCELLO……………………………… ITALIAN SOLDIER (Fugitive)

     MITZI………………………………………..ACTOR.RARRAU‟S FRIEND.

     PRESENTATION CREDIT.

     THE DEVILJOHNS BRIDGE

    BASED ON FICTION STORY BY PAVLOS MATESIS “THE DOGS MOTHER”

    TITLE CARD:

    “DEVILJOHNS BRIDGE”

     BY:

    PAVLOS MATESIS

    FADE IN:

    EXT. DAYLIGHT.

     ON A RAINY DAY, A CAR PULLS UP BY A VILLAGE CEMETERY.

    SUBTITLE

    GREECE 1940

    EXTRERIOR/FOGY DAY.

    PRESENTATION TITLE:

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SOMEWHERE IN RURAL GREECE.

    INSIDE A CEMETERY, A WOMAN IS STANDING IN FRONT OF HER

    MOTHERS GRAVE MEDITATING.

    L.S . THE REAR VIEW OF THE WOMAN (RARRAU). SHE IS LOOKING

    FIXEDLY AT HER MOTHERS FRAMED PHOTOGRAPH, SITUATED NEXT TO

    THE MARBLE CROSS.

    (The camera zooms in to the photo)

CUT TO:

    BLACK/FSX IN A PHOTOGRAPHERS STUDIO WE SEE BLACK AND HEAR A

    CONVERSATION.

    Come closer please and take a sit in that chair over there, great. SFX/ACTION,LIGHTS GO ON.

    WE ARE INSIDE PHOTOGRAPHERS OLD STUDIO, ASIMINA IS FACING THE

    LENS OF AN OLD CAMERA WITH BELLOWS, POSING TO THE

    PHOTOGRAPHER FOR HER PORTRAIT. HER DAUGHTER RARRAU IS NEXT

    TO HER SITTING ON AN OLD CHAIR ABSORBING THE PHOTOGRAPHER

    SETTING UP.

     PHOTOGRAPHER.

(COVERED UNDER THE CAMERAS HOOD).

    Madame. Can you move your head, just a little to the left please? Great thank you. Now look straight to the lens please and freeze for a sec. and Waite for my cue..

CUT TO:

    BLINDING FLUSHBULB.

    RARRAU COVERS HER EYES WITH HER HANDS BLINDED BY THE

    POWERFUL FLUSH.

     ASSIMINA V.O/ACTION

    My child, I want to rest in peace, here for good, I do not want to go back there ever again. I have never asked you for anything, but I think that I deserve to own this little patch of land to my self-forever. I want you to purchase this little spot for me.

     CUT TO:

     AN INTERIOR OF A DARK ROOM, RARRAU IS TALKING TO DR. MATESIS.

     RARRAU

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    You can call me Rarrau, if you do not mind. My real name is Roubini. My Christian name, if you want, SHE TAKES HER PHOTO I.D. OUT OF HER PURSE ...Miss Raraou. Rarau. It is my stage name. With this name, I have arrived to where I stand today. My I.D. card lists me as Rarrau Meskari. Thespian, so they will carve it on my tombstone, when I am gone.

    I was born in Deviljohns Bridge, the capital city, even though it is only a provincial capital, my place of birth, my hometown. I was around fifteen when my mother I and a half a loaf of bread between us left the village. They made a public spectacle of her, the day they celebrated that so- called Liberation of theirs; Not even wild horses could ever drag me back there ever again ( looks out of the window in space ) …Buried her right here, in Athens..

    The only thing she ever asked for in her last will and testament. (SHE SEARCHES INSIDE HER PURSE FOR A HANDKERCHIEF), was Flowers and her perfume.

    SHE SPRAYS TOWARDS THE CAMERA (a slow motion shot of spray towards the camera). „My child, I‟m dying, but I want you to make me a promise. I want to be

    buried right here. I never want to go back there. She never even mentioned the name of the village!

CUT TO:

C.U OF RARRAU‟S HAND HOLDING A SPRAY PERFUME BOTTLE.

    RARRAU TAKES A BOTTLE OF PERFUME OUT OF HER PURSE AND SHE

    SPRAYS THE GRAVE.

    RARRAU

    V.O. /ACTION

    I think she only wore perfume once in her life…at her wedding. She takes a couple of steps and bends to place some flowers and chocolate by her mothers picture next to the cross.

     RARRAU

    NARRATIVE/ACTION

    (RARRAU TALKING TO THE CAMERA P.O.V.)

    Mother loved chocolate. She has had a craving for it during the years of the occupation. She kept asking for a whole bar of her own chocolate.

CUT TO:

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     INTERIOR SHOT.DR. MATESIS BEHIND HIS DESK (Seated)

     REACTION.

     RARRAU

     SHE IS TALKING TO DR. MATESIS.

    So I‟ve got my flat, two rooms plus a hallway and my small government pension I „m getting as a daughter of a fallen hero, who dyed in the Albanian mountains fighting the Italians, so thank god for the war in Albania I always say. I could not care less if our nation was defeated.

    I am also expecting a pension from the actor‟s guild as soon as I acquire enough stamps (ensima).

    Generally, I am happy and I consider myself, a lucky person. I do not have to answer to no one, or to love no one nor to greave no one. I own a record player and a decent collection of records, with mostly rebel, songs, all though I consider myself a conservative, - in reality, Deep down I am a republican, but I never lived with the idea of getting rid of the Royals. It was very discourteous doing a thing like that and expelling the royal family as they did. Ever sense we got rid of the royals, it makes me fell as if I am on stage without my underwear on. I always vote for the Royals It does not matter, who is running for office, I will vote for the King. I make a note on my ballot. “I VOTE ROYAL” RARRAU. I vote for my mother‟s behalf too. No one ever asked me about her if she is dead or alive. I am a royalist .However; the rebel songs just move me…That‟s that .I mean, go ahead and be patriotic, with all the left wing

    stuff and the trade union talk and all the marches; Me, I‟ll demonstrate and I will go on strike, but give me the royals any day. Yes, I am happy.

CUT TO:

    DR. MATESIS LISTENING TO RARRAU.

     DR. MATESIS

Tell me about your father.

     RARRAU.

    NARRATIVE/ACTION

    My father was a tripe butcher. He used to buy the tripe and the guts from the slaughterhouse, rinse them out and turn then inside out one at the time for making sausages. I remember him very young. He must have been around twenty-four years old .I remember him from a wedding photograph taken in 1932. Personally I never new him that much, I, do remember though, that my two brothers and my self, were little, when he left us in 1940, for the Albanian front, off to fight the Italians. My oldest brother must be still living somewhere. My only memory of my father, I can still recall

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The day he was leaving for the battlefront.

FADE TO:

RAILWAY STATION.

     RARRAU.

    NARRATIVE/ACTION.

     My Mother and I saw him at the railway station. He was rushing ahead of us, he was so afraid he‟d miss the train he went rushing on ahead with Mother rushing after him, dragging me along behind her: the tears were pouring down her face. My mother was sobbing and she kept on pulling me by the hand through the crowd. I remember my dad hanging out of the engines car window, waiving to us. He was leaving with no money in his pocket. All we had was twenty drachmas to our name. Mother tried to hand it to him but he would not touch it. Then she threw through the train window; at first he was crying, and throws it right back at her. All the other soldiers were laughing. She throws it back to him, as she dragged me fast and away from the train platform, before he had another chance. Therefore, I chose his bridegroom photo, to keep in my memory.

    The dead and missing ones, the ones who walked out of my life, I tend to forget. Their faces, I mean. I know that they are absent, even my own mother. She passed away at the age of 75, but I never realized that she had aged and I only like to remember her from her wedding photo on the wall. She was 23 at the time, 40 years younger than I was.

CUT TO THE WEDDING PICTURE PRIOR AND DURING RARRAU‟S

    NARRATION.

CUT TO:

     RARRAU.

M.C.U: SHE IS LAYING ON THE SOFA

    Let me tell you, if it were not for the Albanian war, I would not have had my pension. I do not give a damn that we lost the war. It would not be the first time or the last. I am a conservative Royalist and a liberal, but beyond all is my pension. After my father left with our 20 drachmas, we returned tour house after we bought bread from the bakery in credit and mother took a job as a cleaning lady at a near by home and at night she sewed

    clothes in an old sewing machine. She was not a tailor by trade, but she managed. She made shirts and baby clothes, and occasionally she helped with funerals. Once in a great while she would get a greeting from my father in the war front. I would write him back, I was finishing grade school at the time. Mother was uneducated; she had never even attended school.

CUT TO:

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     NIGHT TIME. (THE SCENE OF A BATTLEFIELD)

     DIOMIDIS.

HE IS IN A FOXHOLE READING THE LETTER.

     (S.F.X) BOMB BLASTS AND LIGHTING REFLECTING HIS LETTER)

    .

     ASSIMINA

    V.O RARRAU IS WRITING A LETTER TO HER FATHER. HER MOTHER DICTATES.

My dear Diomedes. Everyone here is doing a fine job, so do not worry about me, and

    please take care of your self. Manny kisses from your little daughter Roumbini, your

    wife Asimina Meskari.

CUTT TO:

     RARRAU.

I was stuck with the idea that the letters my father send smelled like ox tripe, maybe

    that‟s why I‟ve never tasted that staff in my whole life. It reminded me of a human

    stench.

CUT TO:

    INTERIOR.

    THEATER.

    L.S. SOME SEXY GIRLS ARE RUNNING AROUND THE STAGE/ MUSIC AND LOCOMOTION. THE AUDIENCE IS LAUNCHING OUT LAUD. A SMART ASS GUY IS MAKING REMARKS AT RARRAU RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PERFORMANCE.

     SMART ASS SOME SMART ASS GUY IS HARASSING RARRAU ON THE STAGE.

    How much for a one night stand doll. AT FIRST RARRAU IGNORES HIM. THE THIRD TIME SHE STOPS THE SHOW. SHE LEAVES THE STAGE AND SHE WALKS UP TO THE GUY.

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     RARRAU.

    Listen here mister. Who do you think you are, insulting me like that?

     SMART ASS.

I paid my money, didn‟t I miss, you are an actor right? Therefore, you are a whore.

     RARRAU.

    Now look here. We have to finish the show so sit down and shut up. SFX. THE CROWD LAUGHING

    CUT TO:

     IMPRESARIO:

Rarrau, come to my office. We need to talk.

     HE WALKS INSIDE HIS OFFICE AND TAKES A SEAT BEHIND HIS DESK. HE PULLS SOME STYROFOAM OUT OF THE DRAWERS, STANDS AND

    SHOVES IT INSIDE HIS PANTS, TO MAKE IT MORE MANLY BULGE.

SFX: DOOR, KNOCKING

    RARRAU ENTERS.

     RARRAU

Did you ask for me?

     IMPRESARIO

     HE IS SEATING STRETCHED OUT IN HIS SEAT.

    Yes. I did. Rarrau you got a hole where your brain ought to be you know that. How am I going to fit you into our new review Rarrau? Nowadays people like to hear dirty talk but you, you are such a little goody two-shoes. HE STANDS UP.

     RARRAU: Well, maybe I am but the men always lusted after me. Still do in fact.

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     IMPRESARIO

HE TOUCHES HER ON THE BUTTOCKS.

     In addition, you know that I am one of them

     IMPRESARIO

HE TAKES HIS HAND OFF HER.

     RARRAU

SHE WALKS BACKWARDS TOWARDS THE DOOR.

    IMPRESARIO:

    you‟ll never work here again little tits.

    SHE SLAMS THE DOOR ON HER WAY OUT.

     IMPRESARIO

Fuck you little tits.

     RARRAU.

     LEANING ON THE DOOR KNOB, SHE OPENS THE DOOR AND STICKS HER HEAD INSIDE,

    Fuck me… what are you going to fuck me with you farting pigmy dick you! RARRAU SLAMS HIS OFFICE DOOR LIKE A BULLET. SHE IS GRADUALLY WORKING HER SELF INTO FRENZY. SHE IS VERY UPSET; SHE GRABS A TOWEL AND STARTS TO BITE ON IT.

    SFX .( HER MUFFLED SCREAMING.) HER DIRECTOR RUNS UP TO HER AND HE TRIES TO CALM HER DOWN. RARRAU IS HAVING A NERVOUS BREAK DOWN. GRADUALLY SHE COMES BACK TO HER SENSES. THE DIRECTOR CONVINCES HER TO SEE A DOCTOR. (MATESIS).

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FADE:

CUT TO:

    THE INTERIOR A SINGLE ROOM WITHOUT ANY PARTITIONS.

    ASIMINA AND DIOMEDES ARE IN THEIR BEAD. A GREEK FLAG SERVES AS A COVER SPREAD. THEIR BODY EXPOSED.

    DIOMEDES IS SLOWLY GETTING OUT OF BED. HE IS NAKED HE

    REACHES FOR HIS UNDERPANTS.

CUT TO:

     RARRAU‟S (RACTION)

     SOTIRIS

EXTERIOR:

    WORKING IN THE YARD

    RARRAUS: REACTION. (SHE IS STANDING BY THE WINDOW STARING OUTSIDE.)

     DIOMIDIS

     HE IS STEPS OUTSIDE IN TO THE FRONT YARD.

     SOTIRI

    SOTIRI IS OUTSIDE KEEPING HIMSELF BUSY WASHING THE TRIPE.

     DIOMIDIS

Are you still working on that, you little lazy bum. How many times do I need to say? I

    need to take the tripe over to the Crystal fountain tavern.

     SOTIRI

    ANGRY HE TAKES SOME DIRT AND THROWS IT TO THE TUB WITH THE CLEAN TRIPE.

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