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PEEPING TOM

Screenplay by
Leo Marks



























Shooting Draft, 1959

Copyright, 1959,
Michael Powell (Theatres Ltd.)

Copyright, 1959 1988 & 1998
Leo Marks



The screen remains dark for a moment.

In the darkness WE HEAR the film's THEME MUSIC - a gentle
whirring purring noise. Nothing to be alarmed about. It
might be a small contented motor.

FADE IN:

EXT. A DESERTED STREET - NIGHT

LONG SHOT of the solitary figure of a WOMAN standing
professionally alone at the end of the street.

It is a bright, still night. We can HEAR the Woman whistling
'Stardust' merrily to herself.

CAMERA TRACKS around her. A Man's footsteps are overlaid.

We HEAR the Man start to whistle 'Stardust' under his breath -
haltingly at first, then in time with the Woman.

As we approach, she glances at us over her shoulder - then
turns round for a better look.

Her whistling stops - so, at the same moment, does the
man's.

CLOSE SHOT of DORA - a plump, attractive brunette - still
young enough to need two glances at the customers.

She smiles at us - and is pleased with the reception. She
hesitates for a long moment, weighing us up carefully...
and then - half defiantly, half expecting to be laughed
at.

DORA
It'll be two quid...

Evidently we have two quid.

She beams with relief - throws her fur over her shoulders,
jerks her head towards the right - and sets off.

CAMERA TRACKS after her. Overlaid is the sound of the
man's footsteps.

Dora resumes her whistling. So, under his breath, does the
man who is following her.

EXT. A DESERTED STREET - NIGHT

A wider street than the last - but just as empty.

Dora sways her way towards a small house. CAMERA FOLLOWS
at a respectful distance.

CAMERA PANS from Dora's hips to an overflowing dustbin.

CLOSE SHOT of a man's hand throwing something into the
dustbin. It is an empty packet marked Kodak Film. CAMERA
PANS to Dora's house. It stands next to a chemist shop.

Dora climbs the few steps which lead to her front door -
glances round at us encouragingly - then unlocks the door.

INT. HALLWAY OF DORA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

She switches on a light - and hurries up a flight of stairs.

CAMERA TRACKS after her.

She changes her tune to 'Goodnight Sweetheart'... and so -
under his breath - does the Man who is following her.

A woman with hair like a two-toned car comes down the
stairs, winks at Dora - looks at us for a moment with great
curiosity... winks... then passes out of camera.

Dora reaches the landing - we are close behind her.

INT. LANDING OF DORA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Dora unlocks the door of her room - and goes inside.

INT. DORA'S ROOM - NIGHT

She switches on the light, throws her fur onto a chair,
lights the gas fire then turns round.

CLOSE SHOT of Dora. She holds out her hand-smiling.

And suddenly. There is a gentle whirring purring sound.

CAMERA HOLDS ON Dora - she is staring at something with
great curiosity.

It turns quickly to bewilderment - and the bewilderment to
fear. She steps back from CAMERA - but CAMERA won't have
it.

Dora is now staring at something in horror - she opens her
mouth to scream - a shadow falls across her face.

The sound purrs on.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

BLACK AND WHITE FILM SEQUENCE

The solitary figure of Dora standing professionally alone
at the end of a street. WE SEE her turn towards CAMERA -
and smile at us.

We are watching her on a 16mm screen - projected in BLACK
AND WHITE.

CAMERA PULLS BACK to show the surround in natural colour.

INT. MARK'S ROOM - NIGHT

A darkened room in natural COLOUR. The movie screen images
are in BLACK AND WHITE.

We can SEE the back of a Man's head as he bends intently
over a projector. He is watching Dora on the screen. He is
breathing quickly.

We see Dora's hips waggling their way home.

The Man raises his head, so that we cannot see the screen.

When he lowers it again, we see the Woman with the two-
toned hair winking at Dora... then we see Dora throwing
her fur onto a chair - and turning towards us.

WE SEE her staring at something in bewilderment... then
backing away from CAMERA in fear.

WE HEAR the Man breathing as if at the end of a very long
race.

As Dora opens her mouth to scream, and a shadow falls across
her face - the title:

PEEPING TOM

Blots out what is happening to her.

OTHER CREDITS FOLLOW... behind them we can see Dora's hands
pushing something away.

Before the DIRECTOR'S CREDIT:

CUT TO:

EXT. A PARK - NIGHT

It is very dark.

CLOSE SHOT of a stack of deck chairs.

Two forms behind it - a MAN'S and a WOMAN'S.

They are intertwined and motionless... suddenly a brilliant
shaft of light is trained onto them.

Overlaid is a gentle, whirring sound.

CAMERA PANS quickly to a nearby tree.

CLOSE SHOT of the lens of a cine-camera - the motor
purring... a blinding spotlight.

CAMERA PANS to the couple - the whirring of the camera is
overlaid.

The Man leaps up - shielding his eyes against the light.

He advances towards the tree.

MAN
Hey, you peeping...

The spotlight goes out. There is the sound of footsteps
running away and the night is at peace again.

And now WE SEE who DIRECTED the picture.

DISSOLVE TO:

LONG SHOT. AMBULANCE - DAY

It is standing in the roadway outside Dora's house.

WE SEE it through the finder of a small cine-camera.

EXT. STREETS BY DORA'S HOUSE - DAY

A crowd has gathered outside the house - and we are watching
them from a corner of the street (ALWAYS THROUGH THE FINDER-
MATTE).

WE SEE several Policemen holding back the crowd as two
Ambulance Men hurry into the house, carrying an empty
stretcher.

Gentle, whirring sound is overlaid.

WE SEE children staring curiously into the empty ambulance -
and a group of Women talking excitedly to a Reporter.

CLOSE SHOT of a SMALL MAN looking at us curiously as he
approaches (FILLING THE SCREEN WITHIN THE MATTE).

SMALL MAN
What paper are you from?

The finder is lowered.

CLOSE SHOT of a Young Man (MARK) sighting a cine-camera.

He lowers the camera - and turns politely to his
interrogator.

He seems to have slight difficulty informing his words.

MARK
I beg your pardon?

SMALL MAN
What paper are you from?

Mark smiles at him pleasantly.

MARK
The Observer.

The Ambulance Men come out of the house carrying the
stretcher... there is a body on it covered by a sheet.
Mark raises his cine-camera and photographs them. He
photographs the ambulance as it drives off. He photographs
the Policemen dispersing the crowd. He photographs his
Interrogator, who gladly poses for him.

Then he slings his camera over his shoulder, and strolls
away.

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of Dora, smiling happily.

Her photograph is on the front page of a newspaper.

Above it is a caption: BRUTALLY MURDERED.

CAMERA PULLS BACK - to show sexy magazines alongside the
newspaper.

EXT. A NEWSAGENT'S SHOP - DAY

Mark is staring at a newspaper in the window of a small
newsagent's shop.

He glances distastefully at an array of film magazines -
showing actresses showing everything - then hurries into
the shop.

INT. NEWSAGENT'S SHOP - DAY

A plump, bald-headed Man stares at Mark.

MR. PETERS
You're late!

MARK
Sorry, sir.

He turns towards a small door at the end of the shop.

MR. PETERS
(quietly)
Hold on, Mark.

Mark turns round.

Mr. Peters hesitates, drumming his fingers on the counter.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark. He starts to drum his fingers on a
shelf.

MR. PETERS
Mark... I've a question for you.

He stops drumming his fingers. So, at that moment, does
Mark.

MR. PETERS
Which magazines sell the most
copies?

MARK
Those with girls on the front covers -
and no front covers on the girls.

MR. PETERS
Exactly!... And it's just the same
with the work you do for me.

Overlaid is the sound of the door opening.

MR. PETERS
Look busy.

Mark busies himself sorting some newspapers.

A whole row of Doras smile up at him.

CAMERA PANS to doorway of the shop.

An ELDERLY GENTLEMAN is standing there.

ELDERLY GENTLEMAN
The Times, please.

MR. PETERS
Certainly, sir.

ELDERLY GENTLEMAN
And The Telegraph.

MR. PETERS
Certainly, sir - anything else?

The Elderly Gentleman hesitates - glancing at Mark's back.
Then:

ELDERLY GENTLEMAN
I... er... have been told by a
friend that you... er... have some
views for sale?

MR. PETERS
What sort of views, sir?

ELDERLY GENTLEMAN
Well, er...

MR. PETERS
This sort, sir?

From under the counter he produces a thick book. Mark turns
round.

From his POV WE SEE the Elderly Gentleman open the book.
He - er- seems - er - more than a little interested.

ELDERLY GENTLEMAN
I, er... how much each?

MR. PETERS
Five shillings, sir.

ELDERLY GENTLEMAN
I'll take this one... and, er...
this one... and, er... how much
would the lot be?

MR. PETERS
To you - five pounds, sir...

The Elderly Gentleman hesitates. Mr. Peters turns over a
page... and the Elderly Gentleman almost turns over with
it.

MR. PETERS
Tell you what, sir. Four pounds
ten - and I'll throw in The Times
and Telegraph... how's that?

ELDERLY GENTLEMAN
Well, er... thank you very much.

MR. PETERS
Let me wrap it for you, sir.

He puts it in a wrapper which says 'Educational Books'.

MR. PETERS
Shall I put you on our mailing
list?

ELDERLY GENTLEMAN
Oh no! But I'll look in again...

MR. PETERS
By all means, sir.

He holds open the door for the Elderly Gentleman, and
watches him leave.

MR. PETERS
He won't be doing the crossword
tonight!

He turns triumphantly to Mark.

MR. PETERS
(counting out money
from wallet)
Those pictures he chose... were
all yours!
(handing notes)
This is yours!

Mark pockets them without counting them.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MR. PETERS
(in a very different
tone)
And this is yours too...

He picks up a postcard - holds it towards Mark.

MR. PETERS
And that's what I want to talk to
you about. It's a clever picture -
because you're a clever lad...
but, Mark...
(pathetically)
It's all face.

Mark looks at the postcard in silence.

MR. PETERS
I don't want to hurt your feelings,
son - but if people want the Mona
Lisa they go to the National
Gallery.

MARK
The Louvre.

MR. PETERS
Well, wherever they go, they don't
come here... so no more of this
fancy stuff...

He pats Mark's arm.

MR. PETERS
... now get upstairs - the girls
are waiting... and so is a bonus
if you give me what I want.

MARK
Thank you, sir.

MR. PETERS
(amused)
What do you do with all your money?

MARK
Buy cameras.

He opens a door at the far end of the room. We catch a
glimpse of a winding staircase. He starts to climb it.

INT. REAR OF NEWSAGENT'S SHOP - DAY

At the top of the staircase is a door. Mark and his camera
trudge towards it. The door opens suddenly. A vivacious
young redhead - Milly - pokes her head round. She has a
towel round her shoulders.

MILLY
Well look who's here! Cecil Beaton!

From REVERSE ANGLE WE SEE Mark venture a shy smile at Milly.
Milly opens the door impatiently.

MILLY
Come on, sonny... make us famous.

Through the half-open door we catch a glimpse of a second
Girl (LORRAINE). She is staring out of a window, her back
to camera. She is naked except for a shawl draped round
her shoulders.

Mark enters the room... the door begins to close. CAMERA
TRACKS towards the door. On the threshold of the room, a
hood is thrown over our faces. THE SCREEN BLACKS OUT.

In the darkness WE HEAR Milly's voice.

MILLY (O.S.)
Did you read about that girl who
was murdered last night?

INT. STUDIO ABOVE NEWSAGENT'S - DAY

We are with Mark under the hood of an antiquated camera.
Through the ground-glass of the camera WE SEE a SMALL
INVERTED IMAGE of Milly.

MILLY (O.S.)
The same thing nearly happened to
me!

We hear Lorraine's voice - muffled, and very far away.

LORRAINE (O.S.)
When?

MILLY (O.S.)
Last night! I went out with my
boyfriend... We're getting married
next month... trouble was my fiance
saw us.

The SMALL INVERTED IMAGE of Milly peers anxiously into the
camera.

MILLY
can you fix it so the bruises don't
show?

The ground-glass camera begins travelling slowly down
Milly's back.

CLOSE SHOT of Milly. She is on a couch, lying on her stomach
at a slightly oblique angle. All that WE CAN SEE are her
face and naked shoulders.

From Milly's POV WE SEE Mark under the hood of an antiquated
camera.

MILLY
Well, can you?

Mark's voice is MUFFLED under the hood.

MARK
...think so, Milly.

MILLY
Then be quick about it, sonny! I'm
freezing.

CLOSE SHOT of her naked toes. They start to wriggle.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark's toes - in sandals, next to the tripod
of the camera. They start to wriggle.

CLOSE SHOT of Lorraine. We watch her in profile as she
stares out of the window - clutching her shawl. She has
outstandingly beautiful features.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark. He is standing by the side of the
camera, studying us thoughtfully. He is holding a remote-
control switch panel in his hand. He clicks off several
lights and then switches several others on... then he ducks
back under the hood.

MILLY
There he goes again! What have you
got under there? A girlfriend?

We join Mark under the hood.

WE SEE a small INVERTED IMAGE of Milly on the ground-glass.
Her shoulders are now white and glistening, her spine
caressed by shadows. She is staring into the camera.

MILLY
I suppose you have a girlfriend?

He adjusts the focus. We can see more clearly the contempt
on Milly's face.

MARK
No, Milly.

MILLY
Hear that, Lorraine? He's available.

From Milly's POV WE SEE Mark come round to the front of
the camera, and insert a dark slide.

MARK
Raise your head, please - and look
at the sea.

MILLY (O.S.)
What sea?

Mark presses a rubber bulb - the shutter clicks.

MILLY
What sea?

Mark inserts another dark slide.

MARK
I just wanted that puzzled look.

MILLY (O.S.)
Oh, did you? Well if you want it
again, I'll think of you!

CAMERA PULLS BACK

from Milly's viewpoint, WE SEE Mark holding the rubber
bulb. cine-camera is on a ledge behind him.

MILLY
You're a puzzle and a half.

Mark presses the rubber bulb - the shutters click.

MILLY
This is a spare time job for you,
isn't it?

MARK
Yes, Milly.

He inserts another slide.

MILLY
Well, what do you do for a living?

MARK
Take pictures.

He presses the bulb - the shutters click.

MILLY
This sort?

MARK
No, Milly.

He inserts another slide.

MILLY
Don't you like this sort?

MARK
No, Milly.

He presses the bulb - the shutters click.

MILLY
Well what sort do you like?

Mark looks at her thoughtfully for a long moment.

MARK
I may show you - one day.

MILLY
That'll be a treat, I'm sure.

Mark smiles at her shyly.

MARK
That's all, Milly.

MILLY
Oh no, sonny! Now take one I can
show my mother.

Mark inserts another slide.

MARK
Think of her then.

There is a gentle KNOCK at the door, and Mr. Peters enters.
He carries a tray of coffee. He keeps his eyes modestly
lowered.

MR. PETERS
On the house.

He lays the tray on a table, still keeping his eyes lowered,
and goes out.

MILLY
Some house! Hope it falls on his
ruddy earhole!

She glances over her shoulder.

MILLY
It's your turn now, love...

CLOSE SHOT of Lorraine staring out of the window. She
stiffens. Milly's voice is overlaid.

MILLY (O.S.)
(in a whisper)
... it's her first time.

Lorraine clutches her shawl tightly.

MILLY
Come on, love. Don't be shy.

Lorraine turns round.

The left side of her face is classical in its beauty. She
has a hare lip, which twists and distorts the whole of the
right side. Her eyes are large - and beautiful - and
defiant.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark looking at her.

CLOSE SHOT of Lorraine.

LORRAINE
He said... you needn't photograph
my face!

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
I want to.

CLOSE SHOT of Lorraine. Beautiful in profile.

LORRAINE
I suppose you'll fix my bruises
too?

MARK
I want to...

MILLY
What about the customers?

CLOSE SHOT of the shawl round Lorraine's shoulders.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
You needn't be shy... of me...
it's my first time too.

CLOSE SHOT of Lorraine's eyes - puzzled.

LORRAINE
Yours?

MARK
In front of eyes... like...

He tries to go on - but words are a foreign language to
him.

MARK
...eyes... as full of...

In a sudden rush:

MARK
Lorraine - let my camera tell you.

CLOSE SHOT of Lorraine standing very still looking at
him in silence.

Milly shrugs and reaches for the coffee pot.

Overlaid is the gentle purring of a cine-camera.

CAMERA LINGERS on the dark liquid being poured into a cup.

DISSOLVE TO:

Whisky being poured into a glass.

CAMERA PULLS BACK

INT. HELEN'S SITTING ROOM - EVENING - TOWARDS SUNSET

The hand filling the glass is a woman's (MRS. STEPHENS).
She is sitting in a high-backed chair, and we cannot see
her face. Over her shoulder we watch a party in progress.
A group of Young people have surrounded someone to whom
they are singing:

YOUNG PEOPLE
(singing)
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,

CAMERA TRACKS towards them.

CLOSE SHOT of TONY HUNTER, a well-built youngster in his
middle twenties.

TONY
Happy birthday... dear Helen

He obviously means it.

TONY
happy birthday to you.

CLOSE SHOT of 'dear HELEN'. A sensitive, intelligent, and
extremely attractive girl, who as the encircling
youngsters now inform us in song - is:

YOUNG PEOPLE
Twenty-one today,
She's twenty-one today,
She's got the key of the door,
She's never been twenty-one before.

CLOSE SHOT of the glass by Mrs. Stephens' side. It is half
empty. An elderly lady leans across to her. She is Mrs.
Partridge, slightly high on a glass of sherry.

MRS. PARTRIDGE
You must be very proud of your
daughter, Mrs. Stephens.

Mrs. Stephens grunts. Someone switches on a gramophone and
the young couples start dancing at once. Tony hurries up
to Helen.

TONY
May I?

Helen goes towards him. A YOUNG MAN calls out sharply:

YOUNG MAN
Look!

He is pointing at something out of camera. All heads -
except Mrs. Stephens' - follow the direction of his gaze.
Mrs. Stephens continues to sit motionless in the high-backed
chair.

CAMERA PANS to the window. Mark is standing there.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen looking at Mark. We watch him over her
shoulder - Tony's arm encircling it.

TONY (O.S.)
It's that chap from upstairs.

EXT. MARK'S HOUSE - EVENING - LOW SUN

The chap from upstairs presses his face to the window.
From his POV WE SEE Helen's eyes looking at him - the key
of the door in them - looking at him, not staring. Suddenly
the rest comes into focus - Tony's arm around Helen's
shoulder... the high-backed chair in the foreground with
the back of that motionless head... a young couple giggling
as they stare at him. Mark steps away, and the CAMERA PULLS
BACK with him.

We catch a glimpse of the house - large, sprawling, but
with a touch of quality about it, in a quiet, unpretentious
street.

Mark hurries towards a side entrance.

INT. HELEN'S SITTING ROOM - EVENING

CLOSE SHOT of Helen looking at the empty window.

HELEN
I'll ask him in...

CLOSE SHOT of Tony - frowning.

CAMERA PANS to Mrs. Stephens' glass... the hand which
refills it has begun to tremble.

INT. REAR OF HOUSE - NIGHT

The lights are on.

WE FOLLOW Mark (and his camera) along a small passage which
leads to the hall. The sound of a dance record can be heard.
Mark starts to whistle it under his breath.

INT. HALL - NIGHT

Over his shoulder we see a staircase, and beyond it the
door of Helen's sitting room. The sound of Helen's party
fills the hall.

Mark reaches the staircase. There is the sound of a door
opening. Helen's voice is overlaid:

HELEN (O.S.)
Excuse me!

Mark hesitates, then turns round.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen - smiling at him.

HELEN
I don't know how many times we've
passed each other on the stairs?

Mark looks at her as if he does.

HELEN
... but tonight I'm determined at
least to say hello to you! So hello!

Her directness is natural, consistent and very hard to
resist.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark - smiling.

HELEN
I'm Helen Stephens.

She glances with unconcealed interest at the camera over
his shoulder.

HELEN
I'm having a party - and the other
tenants are there... And a few
friends. We'd like you to join us.

MARK
Mark...

HELEN
Pardon?

MARK
I'm Mark...

HELEN
Hallo, Mark.

She holds out her hand... he takes it gently.

HELEN
Please come in... you'll meet the
others who live here, and...

MARK
Thank you, but... work.

HELEN
Oh...

She glances again at his camera.

HELEN
Well, I hope to keep it going for
hours yet... so when you've finished
why not look in?

She realizes that this is not the happiest of phrases.

HELEN
...Mark?

He hesitates.

CAMERA PANS to Helen's door. Tony stands there.

TONY
Darling, your cake - everyone's
waiting.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark - looking at her.

MARK
Thank you.

He turns away.

MARK
Happy Birthday.

He hurries up the stairs.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen. She stares after him for a moment.
Then returns thoughtfully to her party.

FADE OUT:

The screen remains dark for a moment. We are with Mark in
a darkened room. He is giving a film show - and we are the
screen.

INT. MARK'S DARK-ROOM - NIGHT

His cine-projector points straight at us. A flickering
light shines in our eyes. We can see him crouching behind
the projector.

Mark leans forward, watching the screen intently...
Perspiration trickles down his forehead. He is breathing
very quickly. The sounds of the party seep up from
downstairs - music, laughter, and a Girl's yelp.

There is a knock on the door. Mark does not hear it.

CAMERA PANS to the door of the room. It is blacked-out
like a photographic dark-room. The knock is repeated.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark. He switches off the projector instantly.

CAMERA PANS to an open cupboard in the corner.

CLOSE SHOT of the shelves. They are stacked with spools of
film.

CAMERA travels slowly over these spools. WE SEE Mark's
hand add two more to the collection; his Voice is overlaid.

MARK (O.S.)
...minute...

He closes the cupboard door.

INT. MARK'S SITTING ROOM - NIGHT

Mark comes out of the dark-room behind him - the light is
kept out by a baffle and a curtain. He has a pleasant,
normally untidy bedsitting room.

He wipes his handkerchief across his forehead - then hurries
to the door. He opens it - Helen is standing there.

HELEN
I hope I'm not disturbing you?

CLOSE SHOT of Mark - shaking his head, smiling shyly.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen.

HELEN
I knew you wouldn't come down...
so I've brought you this.

She holds out a plate on which is a piece of birthday cake.

MARK
Thank you...

He takes the plate.

MARK
... very much...

HELEN
I mustn't keep you from your work

She turns to go.

MARK
I'd like to offer you a drink.

She turns round.

HELEN
Thank you, Mark.

MARK
I haven't one.

HELEN
I'd adore some water.

She smiles.

HELEN
a hostess can't drink water at her
own party, it looks like a hint to
the guests.

MARK
Will you... would you... like to
come in?

HELEN
Yes, Mark...

She steps over the threshold. The door closes behind her.

INT. MARK'S SITTING ROOM - NIGHT

CLOSE SHOT of Helen looking round the room.

Mark's voice is overlaid.

MARK (O.S.)
There's milk... if you'd like some?

HELEN
Very much... if you can spare it?

MARK (O.S.)
Yes.

Helen glances towards the inner room. He holds out a glass
of milk to her.

HELEN
Thank you, Mark...

She drinks it with relish. He watches her in silence.

HELEN
This is a pleasant room... and
you've another inside?

MARK
Yes.

HELEN
How long have you lived here?

MARK
All my life.

She looks at him in surprise.

MARK
I was born in this house Oh?

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
It's my father's.

HELEN
Do you mean I've at last found out
who our landlord is? Your father?

MARK
Well - no... he's dead!

He hesitates.

MARK
I'm the landlord.

She looks at him in astonishment.

HELEN
YOU?

MARK
Yes.

HELEN
But you walk about as if you haven't
paid the rent.

MARK
I haven't.

HELEN
I meant...

MARK
I know.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
It's his house - and I'll never
sell it... but I can't afford the
upkeep, so I let rooms.

He looks at her anxiously.

MARK
... if I charge too much, tell me
and I'll tell the agents.

HELEN
The rent's very reasonable, but
don't say anything to the others
or you'll have no peace.

MARK
Peace...?

CLOSE SHOT of Helen.

HELEN
Mark, what do you do?

MARK
(slowly)
Most of the time, I work in a film
studio.

HELEN
On the photographic side, I'll
bet.

MARK
I hope to be a film director...
very soon.

HELEN
How exciting.

MARK
I have some spare time jobs... as
well.

HELEN
To do with photography?

MARK
More milk?

HELEN
No thank you... to do with
photography?

MARK
Yes... to do with photography...

HELEN
When I came in were you looking at
some films?

MARK
Yes.

HELEN
Of yours?

MARK
Yes.

HELEN
I'd like to see them...

He looks at her in silence.

HELEN
Know I'm being rude... but I really
would like to see them...
(she smiles.)
...it would be a birthday present...
from you to me.

MARK
Would it?

HELEN
Yes, Mark.

MARK
Oh...

HELEN
But I suppose you're too busy?

She puts down the glass, turns to the door.

MARK
Will you... would you... like to
see them now?

She turns round. He is standing by the entrance to the
inner room.

HELEN
Thank you...

MARK
I'll... go first.

He leads the way - she follows. For a moment the screen is
in darkness. A dark-room darkness.

INT. THE INNER ROOM - NIGHT

We can HEAR - faintly the dance music from downstairs.
There is a click - and the walls are suddenly bathed in
diffused light, throwing the room into delicate shadow.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen looking round in amazement.

As certain events of possible interest are to take place
in this room, here, in detail, is what amazes Helen.

The room is the product of three rooms which have been
knocked into one. It is very large and extremely well
constructed (as we are soon to learn, it was originally a
laboratory). One half of the room is used for processing,
and the other half for filming - and for trade shows. The
two halves are lined by long shelves upon which are perched
all shapes and sizes of cameras, their spectacles glinting
in the light.

In the processing half two benches (a 'dry' bench and a
'wet' bench) face each other against opposite walls. There
are three sinks above the 'wet' bench and an outburst of
equipment above the 'dry'.

This part of the room is lit by two dark-room lamps frowning
in the ceiling above the benches.

The other part of the room has a window at the far end of
it. Heavy drapes are putted across it.

Mark's projector rests on a small table in front of the
16mm screen. Two banks of floods and a variety of spots
light this part of the room. There is a small control panel
on the wall.

Some of the equipment is ancient - but none of it is old.
All of it glistens with the affection of its owner.

There is absolutely nothing in the room to alarm anyone
except an adult... the kind who starts to wonder who paid
for it all.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark. He stands by the lighting panel,
watching Helen.

From his POV WE SEE her brushing the hair out of her eyes
as she looks slowly round. He brushes the hair out of his.
For a moment she turns her back to him. He presses a switch
on the wall. A gentle light ripples through the back of
Helen's hair.

SHOT of Helen. She turns to him. She is very nearly at a
loss for words.

HELEN
This is so... well - so many
things... but above all - it's
so...

She takes a final look round.

HELEN
...completely unexpected!

She looks at him searchingly.

HELEN
Is all of it yours?

MARK
Yes.

HELEN
I mean... is it designed by you?
Furnished by you? Tell me about
this room.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
It belonged to my father

HELEN
What was he?

MARK
Scientist...

HELEN
Then this equipment was his?

MARK
No...

He hesitates.

MARK
Sold his to buy it...

HELEN
But it seems to be so... technical.

She looks at him with renewed interest.

HELEN
If this is where you work, I can't
wait to see what you work at.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark - in difficulties.

MARK
Don't know what to show you?

HELEN
Well... what were you looking at
when I interrupted you?

He looks at her thoughtfully.

MARK
All right!

He crosses to the corner cupboard - opens the door.

CLOSE SHOT of the cupboard. WE SEE Mark's hand reach for
a spool of film... then hesitate, poised above another
spool.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen - watching with interest.

REVERSE ANGLE SHOT of Mark. He closes the cupboard, and
turns round... there is a spool of film in his hand.

He walks slowly towards his projector... he seems for
the moment to have forgotten she is there.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen - watching him thread the film into
the projector.

MARK
This is the first... twenty-first
birthday present... I'll ever have
given.

HELEN
It's the first I've ever asked
for...

He places a chair a few feet away from the screen - and,
with an oddly courteous bow, beckons her into it. She sits
down.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark. He looks at her intently for a moment -
then turns off the lights. Over Helen's shoulder We can
just make out the empty screen. Mark switches on the
projector.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen - the light flickering on her face.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark staring at Helen's face.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen. WE SEE her expression of surprise.
Over Mark's shoulder WE SEE the surprise growing. Over
Helen's shoulder we see the screen. We are looking at a
small boy. He is lying in his bed asleep. Although the
print is old, we can see that he is a remarkably handsome
boy.

HELEN
Mark, what a beautiful child.

The boy turns restlessly in his sleep... one of his pillows
falls to the floor.

HELEN
Who is he?

MARK
Me

HELEN
Of course it is! Then who took
this film?

MARK
(quietly)
My Father.

A light - as if from a small torch starts to shine on
the child's eyes. He moves restlessly.

HELEN
What a wonderful idea...

The light plays on the child's left eye, then on his right.
It is growing brighter.

HELEN
You'll be able to show it to your
own chi...

The child wakes up suddenly. He stares at something...
then starts to scream.

HELEN
You must have had a bad dream...

CLOSE SHOT of Mark watching her in silence.

HELEN
...but what was that light? ...The
camera, I suppose?

Mark does not answer. The small screen is filled with the
face of the screaming, terrified child.

(Mark's father now tries a not altogether successful
dissolve:)

WE NOW SEE the little boy standing in front of a garden
wall. He tries hard to climb to the top of the wall, but
falls over. Helen laughs. Mark watches her in silence.
Small Mark tries again - and again - to scale the wall...
At last he succeeds.

HELEN
Whatever are you after?

WE SEE the little boy lying flat on the wall staring at
something... rapt, motionless.

The cine-camera which is taking this picture now tracks
rather clumsily towards the wall.

HIGH ANGLE SHOT over the wall of what is fascinating young
Mark - A man and woman are lying on the ground, kissing.

The CINE-CAMERA PANS - again rather clumsily - to young
Mark... staring intently.

HELEN
Naughty boy I hope you were spanked!

CLOSE SHOT of Helen. It suddenly occurs to her.

HELEN
... but, Mark... what a strange
thing for your father to photograph.

MARK
Switch off?

HELEN
No.

She stares again at that lonely figure perched on the wall.

HELEN
No.

The small screen begins to dissolve ...so does the large
one.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HELEN'S SITTING ROOM - NIGHT

Over Mrs. Stephens' shoulder WE SEE the party in progress.
The glass by her side is full again. Tony is dancing with
an attractive blonde.

MRS. STEPHENS
Tony!

He turns round.

TONY
Me, Mrs. Stephens?

The head nods.

Tony advances reluctantly towards her.

REVERSE ANGLE SHOT of Mrs. Stephens.

Over Tony's shoulder WE SEE a powerfully built and once
lovely woman.

She is so perpetually drunk as almost to be sober. The few
movements she makes are slow - deliberate - and give nothing
away. The voice articulates so carefully that the slur
scarcely shows.

The fact that she is blind almost helps to conceal the
fact that she is drunk. Her sightless eyes stare out the
camera as Tony reaches her.

MRS. STEPHENS
I want a word with you.

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of Helen's eyes. The light from the projector
flickering into them.

HELEN
I hate people who chatter in films -
but there's so much I want to ask.

CAMERA PULLS BACK

INT. THE INNER ROOM - NIGHT

She is leaning forward, her face cupped in her hand,
watching the small screen intently.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark. His face is cupped in his hand as he
watches her intently.

Over Helen's shoulder WE SEE Mark in the making.

The child is again asleep... this time he is being
photographed from the head of the bed - the CAMERA POINTING
STRAIGHT DOWN AT HIS FACE.

A beam of light starts to shine onto his eyes, first onto
the left, then onto the right.

HELEN
(in a whisper)
Again?

Mark looks at her in silence.

The boy moves restlessly, then turns over onto his face,
pulling the bedclothes round him. His right hand is limp
on the pillow. The light shines for a moment on this hand,
then goes out. Helen half turns towards Mark.

HELEN
Mark, this isn't some kind of jo...

Her attention is suddenly riveted on the screen.

MARK
(in a whisper)
No, Helen.

Over Helen's shoulder WE SEE something drop onto the child's
bed... something which stays quite still for a moment,
then starts crawling towards the counterpane. It is a small
lizard.

HELEN
Mark, whatever is that?

Her voice trails away. She stares - repelled and fascinated -
at the screen.

WE SEE Mark reach for his cine-camera.

Over Helen's shoulder WE SEE the lizard reach the
counterpane. It stretches itself out on the floral design -
its body is pointed towards the child's hand.

WE HEAR a click - and suddenly a spotlight falls onto
Helen's face.

OVERLAID is the GENTLE PURRING of Mark's cine-camera. She
wheels towards him - blotting out the small screen.

HELEN
What are you...

MARK
wanted to photograph you...
watching...

HELEN
No, Mark!

The camera purrs on.

HELEN
No!

He switches off the spot... the purring of the camera dies
away. She turns towards the small screen.

HELEN
help me to understand this... this
nightmare...

The small boy is sitting upright... screaming with terror...
there is no sign of the lizard.

A handkerchief is thrown onto the boy's bed. He continues
crying - looking up into someone's face.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark watching the screen.

We hear a man's deep voice overlaid.

MAN'S DEEP VOICE (O.S.)
That'll do Mark... dry your eyes
and stop being silly.

Small Mark reaches for the handkerchief and wipes his
eyes... his hands are trembling.

The small screen trembles with them into a clumsy dissolve.

Helen turns to Mark.

HELEN
All right... now look... Mark -
what was all that about?

He looks at her helplessly.

HELEN
... that was a lizard, wasn't it?
Or a...

MARK
Liz...

HELEN
Well how did it get there?... How
did it get there Mark?... Was it
a pet?

MARK
Not mine...

HELEN
Won't you try to explain?

CLOSE SHOT of Mark staring at the screen.

MARK
You'd better go!

HELEN
I like to understand what I'm shown!

She turns to the screen.

HELEN
What was your father trying to
do?... Photographing you at nigh...

Her voice trails away.

MARK
better go...

From Helen's POV WE SEE the screen.

Small Mark is wearing a dark suit and a black tie.

He is standing at the foot of a four-poster bed, staring
at something in horror and disbelief... his hands clasp
the bedrail tightly.

Slowly - very slowly - he walks towards the head of the
bed, staring.

His lips begin to quiver. He bends forward over the bed.
WE CAN SEE the back of his bowed head.

HELEN
Mark... what is this?

MARK
I am saying... goodbye... my
mother...

We catch a glimpse of a woman's hands folded in front of
her.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen.

HELEN
(in a whisper)
He... photographed... that...?

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
Yes.

Suddenly - and healthily - his temper snaps.

MARK
...and this!

He pushes a lever on his projector as far forward as it
will go.

The film is now shown at tremendous speed - We catch a
glimpse of a long line of cars.

MARK
...her funeral!

It speeds by.

MARK
...and this!

A confused picture of earth and flowers.

MARK
...her burial!

The briefest glimpse of a little boy with a spade.

MARK
...and this!

WE SEE a girl in a bikini by sand-dunes. Mark offers no
comment.

HELEN
Mark, who is that?

MARK
Her successor.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen.

HELEN
Suc-?

MARK
He married her... six weeks after...
the previous sequence.

He pulls back the lever of his projector... the film returns
to its normal speed.

WE SEE the same attractive young woman standing in a garden.
She is holding a bewildered and defiant Mark by the hand.

Suddenly the girl runs towards camera - leaving Mark
standing alone.

MARK
She filmed... what comes now.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen watching intently. It's out of focus!

From Helen's POV WE SEE a tall man in a black coat walking
away from camera. He hurries towards small Mark - who
watches him anxiously.

HELEN
Is that your father?

MARK
The morning that he left for his
honeymoon.

The back of Mark's father suddenly obscures our view of
small Mark... all we can see is that tall figure looking
downwards standing very still.

Camera wobbles - as if the person holding it is laughing.

HELEN
What is he doing?

MARK
Giving me a present...

HELEN
What was it?

Mark stares at the blurred screen, perspiration trickling
down his forehead.

MARK
Can't you guess?

The small screen comes back into focus - and suddenly our
camera rushes towards it.

WE SEE a CLOSE SHOT of a CLOSE SHOT - and at the moment we
see it, Mark's Voice is overlaid... A whisper which echoes
round the room.

MARK (O.S.)
A camera...

We are looking at a close shot of a camera in a small boy's
hands.

There is a single shrill chord of music on the sound track.

CLOSE SHOT of the shelf which encircles Mark's room.

We are looking at the very same camera which the small boy
is holding.

CLOSE SHOT of the camera in small Mark's hands.

His father's finger points lo the view-finder.

Small Mark stares into it. Small Mark begins to smile.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark watching himself being born.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen watching Mark.

HELEN
Switch it off!

He continues to stare at the screen.

HELEN
Switch it off, Mark!

She turns to the projector - touches the wrong switch.

Small Mark and his father go rapidly backwards.

Mark turns off the projector abruptly.

The room is in darkness.

WE CAN HEAR both of them breathing quickly.

The light goes on. Mark is standing by the exit - he keeps
his face averted.

Helen walks slowly towards the exit. She glances round
once, over her shoulder, then goes into the other room.

Mark stares after her.

INT. MARK'S SITTING ROOM - NIGHT

She walks towards the door... turns round suddenly - almost
in anger.

HELEN
So he was a scientist?

He keeps his face averted.

HELEN
What kind of scientist, Mark?

MARK
Biologist.

HELEN
What was he trying to do to you?

He doesn't answer.

HELEN
Mark!...

He turns round slowly. From his POV WE SEE the willingness
to understand on her face.

HELEN
What was he trying to do to you?

MARK
Watch me... grow up...

She walks towards him... takes his handkerchief from his
jacket pocket and wipes his forehead.

MARK
He wanted a record of a growing
child... complete in every detail -
if such a thing were possible -
and he tried to make it possible
by training a camera on me... at
all times...

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
I never knew... the whole of my
childhood... one moment's privacy...

HELEN
And those lights in your eyes?...
and that - thing?

MARK
He was interested ... in the
reactions of the nervous system...
to fear... Fear?

HELEN
Fear?

MARK
Fear.

CLOSE SHOT of the word 'fear'.

CAMERA PULLS BACK

We are looking at the spine of a book on Mark's shelf. The
full title reads: The Physiology of Fear by Professor A.
N. Lewis.

MARK'S VOICE IS OVERLAID:

MARK (O.S.)
Especially fear in children - and
how they react to it.

CLOSE SHOT of the word 'fear' on the next book.

CAMERA PULLS BACK

The full title reads: FEAR AND THE NERVOUS SYSTEM, PART I.
PROFESSOR A. N. LEWIS. There is a row of such books all
by Professor Lewis.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
I think he learned a lot... from
me... I'd wake up... screaming...
sometimes... and he'd be there...
taking notes... and pictures...
and I'm sure good came of it...
for some people... He was brilliant.

HELEN
A scientist drops a lizard onto a
child's bed - and good comes of
it?

MARK
I don't know... if he did... but
if he did... he'll have learned
something of value...

HELEN
If only about lizards! Mark - it
sounds to me as if your father
was...

MARK
He founded clinics.

HELEN
He sounds completely...

MARK
He was famous! Professor A. N.
Lewis... three clinics.

HELEN
Why do you still live in his
house... and watch his films?

MARK
They helped make me... what I am.

HELEN
A photographer? It's no wonder, is
it? But you still haven't shown me
anything you've photographed!

He looks at her in silence.

HELEN
Will you?

There is a knock on the door.

MARK
One day...

He hurries to the door, and opens it.

Tony is standing there.

TONY
Excuse me, but...

From Tony's POV WE SEE Helen looking at the door of the
dark room.

TONY
Oh, there you are, Helen.

She turns towards him.

TONY
The party looks like breaking up,
and we were wondering if...

HELEN
I'm coming.

She turns to Mark.

HELEN
I wish you'd join us.

Mark shakes his head.

MARK
Thanks... work.

HELEN
I hope that you...

She is suddenly aware of Tony watching her. She glances at
the birthday cake on the table.

HELEN
... have a sweet tooth!

She smiles at him.

HELEN
Thank you... for my present.

She goes into the passage.

TONY
Good night, old boy.

He puts his arm round Helen, and closes the door.

Mark stares after them, motionless.

The CAMERA LINGERS on the birthday cake.

As the light fades, a voice yells: Cut!

CUT TO:

INT. FILM STUDIO - DAY

HIGH ANGLE SHOT of a set showing part of a large West End
store.

A blonde is lying unconscious in front of a lift - and a
crowd of extras surround her.

As the word 'cut' dies away, the extras relax - and the
blonde (DIANE ASHLEY) props herself onto her elbow, looking
towards the Director.

CLOSE SHOT of the Director (ARTHUR BADEN) standing beside
the camera.

BADEN
OK. Print that one!

He glances at the CHIEF CAMERAMAN (PHILIP TALE), who nods
his head in agreement.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark standing at the back of the camera crew.
He shakes his head in disagreement.

The Chief Cameraman spots Mark's small mutiny and wags his
finger at him. As the Chief Cameraman turns away, Mark's
finger automatically wags back.

CLOSE SHOT of Baden looking at his watch. He sighs, then
nods to the Assistant Director who stands beside him.

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
All right, everyone! Back at two!

Baden walks out without a word to anyone. A hubbub of
chatter breaks out. The unit downs tools and begins to
disperse.

CLOSE SHOT of one of the extras (VIVIAN) - a small,
vivacious, brunette with delicate, attractive features.

She edges towards the camera crew.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark watching her.

Over his shoulder WE SEE Vivian glance towards him. He
nods almost imperceptibly.

Vivian hurries towards the exit.

Mark turns to a shelf behind him - picks up his cine-camera
and a little full string bag containing his lunch.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. STUDIO GROUNDS - DAY

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian munching a sandwich.

CAMERA PULLS BACK

She is leaning against a wall in a corner of an exterior
set - a Chinese temple or a medieval castle (or a
combination of each like a Pinewood drawing-room).

Beside her she has a small tape-recorder, or record-player.
We hear music - modem rhythms.

There are several people strolling about - but no one in
the immediate vicinity. No one... except Mark.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark - settling down on the other side of
the wall (where they can talk without being seen together).

VIVIAN
Mark?

MARK
Hallo...

VIVIAN
Were you spotted?

MARK
Don't think so.

VIVIAN
(switches off music)
Is it tonight?

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
Yes.

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian.

VIVIAN
Mark...

MARK
Yes?

VIVIAN
You're sure we won't be caught?

MARK
Not if you do as I tell you.

VIVIAN
I will, I promise.

MARK
You haven't... said anything... to
anyone?

VIVIAN
Of course not.

MARK
Good... like some cake?

VIVIAN
Thank you.

We see him break off a piece of birthday cake, and pass it
over to her.

VIVIAN
Mark... I want to be quite clear
about this...

CLOSE SHOT of Mark staring at his cake.

VIVIAN
Tonight, when the studio's empty...
I'm to come back-and you're going
to give me a film test... right?

MARK
Right.

VIVIAN
You'll then print the film - so I
can show it to my agent and anyone
else who matters - right?

MARK
Right.

VIVIAN
Mark...

She hesitates.

VIVIAN
I've been offered film tests
before... but I haven't liked the
terms.

MARK
There aren't any.

VIVIAN
Then why are you doing this? Risking
your job and...

MARK
Not just for you... Viv... I have
an agent too - and I want to show
him what I can do... I want to
direct...

VIVIAN
(switching on music
again)
There's someone coming.

Mark lies motionless behind the wall. A young male EXTRA
comes towards Vivian.

EXTRA
Hallo - lousy morning's work, wasn't
it?

VIVIAN
Yes.

EXTRA
Thought I saw you talking to
somebody...

VIVIAN
I was learning my lines.

EXTRA
Didn't know you had any...

He glances at his watch.

EXTRA
Want a drink? Dutch?

VIVIAN
Later... perhaps.

EXTRA
Be seeing you

He wanders off.

VIVIAN
Mark...

MARK
Yes?

VIVIAN
(switching off music
again)
You didn't mind me asking?

MARK
No, more cake?

VIVIAN
No... you want to direct... more
badly than anything don't you?

Mark is silent, staring at the sky.

VIVIAN
Don't you, Mark?

MARK
I want... to photograph... the
impossible...

VIVIAN
What is impossible?

MARK
Something... that has never been
photographed before.

VIVIAN
What?

MARK
You really want to know...?

VIVIAN
Very much, especially if there's a
part for me.

MARK
I want... to photograph a murder...
while it's being committed.

VIVIAN
No part for me then.

MARK
But that... isn't enough.

VIVIAN
Is this a new script?

MARK
I want... to frighten... someone...
to death... and photograph... their
expression of fear...

VIVIAN
Mark! What's this story called?

MARK
That is something... he never
photographed...

VIVIAN
Who?

Mark is silent.

VIVIAN
Who is he, Mark?

MARK
Anyone.

VIVIAN
No one could... they'd be caught!

MARK
I wouldn't care... if I had my
picture.

VIVIAN
Besides, how would you frighten
anyone to death?

MARK
There's a way.

VIVIAN
Well, what?

MARK
There's a way.

VIVIAN
You'd better not tell me! I'll be
scared to death tonight as it is!

A hooter.

VIVIAN
Back on the set - shall I go first?

MARK
Please.

She rises to her feet. From behind the wall comes a gentle
whirring purring sound.

VIVIAN
What are you doing?

MARK
Getting into practice.

She smiles down at him.

VIVIAN
See you tonight!

MARK
See you tonight!

She walks away. And the gentle purring continues. CAMERA
PANS to the sun beating down on the lot.

DISSOLVE TO:

An arc lamp beating down on the set.

INT. STUDIO - DAY

Baden bears down on the Assistant Director.

BADEN
Would you enquire if our leading
lady is ready to start leading.

A cry goes up,

ASSISTANT (O.S.)
Miss Diane Ashley, please!...
Miss Diane Ashley, please!...

CLOSE SHOT of Baden turning towards the entrance.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark turning towards the entrance.

CLOSE SHOT of entrance.

INT. STUDIO - DAY

Miss. DIANE ASHLEY appears... among the many qualities
she radiates is goodwill - especially towards Miss Diane
Ashley.

DIANE
How are you, Sparks? Chippy? Bob?

VOICES
Hallo, Diane...

DIANE
How are you, Tom? Roger?

VOICES
Hallo, Diane...

And so on, until:

DIANE
How are you, Phil?... Mark?

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
Hallo, Miss Ashley.

DIANE
(to a figure high
in the scaffolding)
How are you, Pete...?

VOICE
Hi, Di!

She reaches Baden - and completely ignores him.

BADEN
Darling, you've only been playing
this part for three weeks, so in
case you haven't yet had a chance
to read the script...

She ignores this.

BADEN
... may I remind you that you're a
girl with an irresistible impulse!

She looks at him - then at her hand - and nods.

BADEN
a kleptomaniac! Who cannot help
stealing... Get inside her,
Diane!... What - in all the world -
do you most want to steal?

DIANE
The limelight!

Baden sighs.

BADEN
We'll run the scene where you catch
sight of the store detective and
faint... Where's the girl who plays
the bystander?

Vivian steps forward.

BADEN
How are you?

VIVIAN
Hallo, Diane...

1ST ASSISTANT
Positions, everyone!

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian taking her position in front of the
lift. She glances at her watch.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark standing by the side of the studio
camera. He glances at his watch.

CAMERA TRACKS towards the lift.

From Mark's POV WE SEE Diane catch sight of the Store
Detective - and crumple in a faint.

BADEN
Hit that floor with a thud!

CLOSE SHOT of door marked: DON JARVIS - MANAGING DIRECTOR.

BADEN (O.S.)
D.J. insists on realism!

A timid knock is overlaid before we dare enter.

INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - AFTERNOON

CLOSE SHOT of a pile of scripts on a great man's desk.

CAMERA PULLS BACK

MR. JARVIS is immersed in reading a script... his eyes
race across the page.

Over his shoulder WE SEE what he is reading... a sheet of
figures attached to the script.

At the same time Mr. Jarvis is holding a telephone receiver
to his ear - and we hear an enthusiastic VOICE FILTERED
THROUGH IT: VOICE (OFF-SCREEN)

VOICE (O.S. FILTERED)
...it's a wonderful subject, D.J....
Paramount wants it, M.G.M. wants
it, Columbia wants it.

JARVIS
But is it commercial?

VOICE (O.S. FILTERED)
Danny Angel wants it!

Still reading the script, Mr. Jarvis lays the receiver on
his desk and picks up another.

JARVIS
Are those budgets ready? Well bring
'em in.

He replaces this receiver and picks up the original.

The voice is still talking - something about 'a wonderful
part for Kenny or Alec'...

VOICE (O.S. FILTERED)
Send me a memo - we'll discuss it
next week.

He replaces the receiver. MISS SIMPSON enters. She hands
him some folders... her smile curtsies.

CLOSE SHOT of Mr. Jarvis opening a folder.

Over his shoulder WE SEE a page covered with row upon row
of figures.

The great man's finger skims along the figures like a tailor
feeling cloth.

JARVIS
There's an error! The total should
be a hundred and fifty thousand
pounds fourteen shillings and
sixpence - not thirteen and
ninepence... That could mean the
difference between profit and loss
on a first feature!

MISS SIMPSON
Sorry, D.J.

He glowers at her - but his day is made.

JARVIS
Any units working late tonight?

MISS SIMPSON
Only one, sir. Night exteriors on
the lot. The Elephant with two...

JARVIS
That animal needs a stick of
dynamite!

CLOSE SHOT of Jarvis.

JARVIS
Remind me to pay them a visit
tonight.

MISS SIMPSON
Yes, D.J.

She makes a note in her little book.

JARVIS
Now, Miss Simpson... take a memo
to all department heads...

Over his shoulder WE SEE an open window. CAMERA TRACKS
towards it.

JARVIS (O.S.)
In light of the new economy drive...

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of Clapper Boy's board. It reads: Take 49.

THE CAMERA PULLS BACK

INT. STUDIO - LATE AFTERNOON

BADEN
Again, please... and, darling...

He turns to Diane, who is wearily picking herself up off
the floor.

BADEN
... just this once... will you
please make an effort to forget
that you're stunning, and try to
look as if you're stunned...?

DIANE
Say one kind word - and I would
be!

ASSISTANT
(hastily)
Positions, everyone!

DISSOLVE TO:

MONTAGE SEQUENCE:

Camera crew on a tracking shot. Mark is operating the Selsen
motor.

Baden - shaking his head.

Diane - picking herself up off the floor.

Clapper Boy's board reading: Take 57.

Vivian - glancing at her watch.

Mark - glancing at his.

Diane - picking herself up off the floor.

DIANE
If I have to faint once more I
shall faint!

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of Baden - triumphant at last.

BADEN
Cut! How was that?...
(thumbs up all round -
with one exception)
Mark?

Mark nods perfunctorily.

BADEN
Print it!

He glances at his watch - then nods to the Assistant
Director.

ASSISTANT
That's it, boys and girls . . .
wrap it up! Night-night everyone!
Baden puts his arm round Diane's
shoulder.

BADEN
How are you, darling?

She makes a hobbling exit.

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian hurrying towards the exit carrying
her little recorder.

In a burst of chatter, the unit starts to disperse.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark picking up his cine-camera and his lunch
bag.

The CLAPPER BOY comes up to him.

CLAPPER BOY
Catching the bus?

MARK
Not tonight... meeting someone...
for a drink.

CLAPPER BOY
Wanted to discuss the film at the
Everyman... Tomorrow then?

MARK
I hope so.

CLAPPER BOY
Good night, Mark.

MARK
Good night.

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian. She is sitting at a dressing-room
table... making-up with care.

INT. DRESSING ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON

Three other girls share the dressing room with her.

There is a knock at the door - and the Young Extra who
spoke to Vivian in the grounds pokes his head round.

EXTRA
Greetings... lousy afternoon's
work, wasn't it? Who wants a lift
to town?

1ST GIRL
In what?

EXTRA
colleague's car... there's room
for two on my lap - three at a
pinch.

1ST GIRL
Which is what we'd get.

2ND GIRL
You, Viv?

VIVIAN
No, thanks... I've a date... at
the Local.

1ST GIRL
Us two then?

2ND GIRL
I'm game... might as well get
pinched in a car as squeezed in a
tube.

EXT. THE CAR PARK - LATE AFTERNOON

The cars are streaming towards the gate.

CLOSE SHOT of Baden driving a small new car.

CLOSE SHOT of the Chief Cameraman driving a large old one.

INT. DON JARVIS' OFFICE - LATE AFTERNOON

He is still immersed in his figures.

Miss Simpson is walking to the door. She glances at her
little book.

MISS SIMPSON
I'm to remind you to pay a surprise
visit tonight to The Elephant
with...

He grunts.

MISS SIMPSON
Good night, D.J.

Jarvis goes on reading...

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian.

INT. DRESSING ROOM

Music playing. Vivian moves about nervously in front of a
mirror in the deserted dressing room. She wears slacks and
a shirt. She glances at her watch - her hands are trembling -
looks at watch, hears the fireman coming, then switches
off the music and hides in the big cupboard -

INT. CORRIDOR

Fireman making his rounds, turning off lights.

EXT. THE CAR PARK - EARLY EVENING

Only a few cars now remain. It is beginning to grow dark.

INT. STUDIO CORRIDORS - EARLY EVENING

The long corridors are dim and deserted.

INT. PASSAGE - EARLY EVENING

The fireman is making his rounds.

INT. DRESSING ROOM - EARLY EVENING

Vivian is standing in the cupboard - the lights are on.

INT. CORRIDOR - EARLY EVENING

Fireman opening the dressing-room doors - and glancing
inside.

INT. POWER HOUSE - EARLY EVENING

Two electricians are smoking.

INT. CORRIDOR - EARLY EVENING

Fireman opens the door of Vivian's dressing room.

INT. DRESSING ROOM - EARLY EVENING

From Vivian's POV WE SEE the lights go out.

WE HEAR the sound of the door closing - and the Fireman's
footsteps disappearing down the corridor.

INT. DON JARVIS' OFFICE - EARLY EVENING

The great man closing up his folder... glancing at his
watch... turning out the light.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CORRIDOR - EARLY EVENING

Vivian is hurrying along a deserted corridor... and the
little recorder.

She pauses - and glances out of a door.

She carries her case Over her shoulder WE SEE the studio
lot - in a blaze of light we can see a crowd of people
hanging about in solar topees and tropical kit.

REVERSE SHOT of Vivian watching anxiously.

She turns away - and hurries down the corridor.

EXT. THE COURTYARD. EARLY EVENING

Don Jarvis strides across the courtyard. We can almost
hear - and perhaps we do - a cash register ringing up.

One of the white-clad figures lounging indolently in the
doorway glances round, sees the Inquisition approaching
and freezes. His degree of terror might satisfy Mark.

The great man strides on.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ENTRANCE TO STAGE E. - EARLY EVENING

Vivian pauses in front of the entrance to the set.

Above the note is a notice: 'NO ADMITTANCE WHILE RED LIGHT
IS ON'.

The light is out.

Vivian looks round - there is no one in sight.

Vivian slips in quietly, and closes the door behind her.

INT. STUDIO - EARLY EVENING

The set is in darkness.

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian looking round.

VIVIAN
(in a whisper)
Mark...?

No reply. Vivian hesitates... then edges slowly forward.

Ahead of her are shadowy counters full of merchandise.
Beyond them is the door of the lift.

CLOSE SHOT of the studio camera and the Director's empty
chair beside it.

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian edging forward.

VIVIAN
Mark...?

She reaches one of the counters - and leans against it,
looking around.

REVERSE ANGLE shot of Vivian. She is leaning against the
counter of the trunk department. Trunks and suitcases at
'greatly reduced prices' are piled behind her.

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian. She starts whistling nervously under
her breath.

Very faintly overlaid is the sound of Mark whistling under
his.

Vivian stops whistling - and so does Mark.

She listens intently for a moment - then peers at her watch.

CLOSE SHOT of the watch on Mark's wrist.

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian. She shivers suddenly... then looks
at her watch again. She hesitates... then turns towards
the exit, and starts to edge back. She trips over a cable
and almost falls.

Suddenly she is bathed in light.

She wheels round. One of the big spots is beating down on
her.

VIVIAN
Mark...?

No sign of him. Overlaid is a gentle purring sound. Where
are another light comes on, shining through her hair.

VIVIAN
Mark!

The sound of his steps is overlaid.

VIVIAN
Listen... we must...

His footsteps stop... she looks round.

VIVIAN
Where are you?

His voice is quietly overlaid.

MARK (O.S.)
Here, Viv...

She wheels round.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark sitting in the Director's chair. He is
holding in his lap his cine-camera, and a black bag.

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian breathing quickly.

VIVIAN
You frightened me!

He looks at her in silence.

VIVIAN
Now listen... they're working late
on the lot.

MARK
I know. They're branched off this
stage - I'm using their juice.

He nods, staring at her intently.

VIVIAN
We must call it off... someone's
bound to see us.

MARK
They might...
(rising slowly)
... but they won't interrupt us
while we're filming... I've put
the red light on.

INT. ENTRANCE TO SET - EARLY EVENING

CLOSE SHOT of the red light - burning.

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian.

INT. STUDIO - EARLY EVENING

VIVIAN
You've what?...

MARK
Put the...

VIVIAN
Then they'll know someone's here.

MARK
They won't come in.

VIVIAN
They'll wait outside... what's the
difference?

MARK
The difference is... a perfect
film...

Over his shoulder WE SEE the studio camera.

MARK
... have waited... a long time...
for this... and so have you ... no
one... must interrupt it.

She glances round at the brazenly burning lights; shakes
her head despairingly.

VIVIAN
We'll be caught.

MARK
What does that matter?

VIVIAN
Matter!

MARK
You stand to lose... a job as an
extra... I stand to lose... nothing.

She looks at him in silence.

MARK
...the results must be so perfect...
that the risks don't count...

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
So perfect... that even he ...
(he hesitates)
... even he... would say...

VIVIAN
Who Don Jarvis!?

He looks at her, then nods.

VIVIAN
Oh! He'd say:
(imitating the great
man's voice)
Sign on the dotted line, kiddies!
You can use my pen, but bring your
own ink!
(her excitement is
growing)
Mark... if you're sure it's worth
it?

MARK
It's time to find out, Viv...

He walks slowly towards the studio camera.

She prepares for the test by switching on music and warming
up with dance movements.

VIVIAN
Come on! Get hot!
(she accents the
rhythm)

Mark puts the cine-camera and the black cloth bag on the
dolly, slowly mounts the platform, closes the blimp - and
swings the camera.

We watch him from the top of the studio, from the door of
the studio, from the Director's chair. And finally WE WATCH
HIM from Vivian's POV. She stops dancing but the music
continues.

MARK
You belong there...

He stares ahead of him, his mind far, far away... then
bends and looks into the finder.

There is a single harsh chord of music - and the screen
goes dark. It remains dark for a moment.

Suddenly the darkness parts like curtains - and in the
centre WE SEE Vivian's face in the finder of the studio
camera. (Unlike the ground-glass of the newsagent's camera,
we see everything the right way up and in perfect
perspective.)

Mark hooks a filler-light below the camera and switches it
on. He adjusts the finder until he has made of Vivian's
delicate features a radiant miniature.

The miniature smiles shyly at him. She has stopped dancing
and is looking directly at the camera. Music continues.

VIVIAN
I do feel alone in front of it...
(she hesitates)
I suppose stars never do?

MARK
They feel alone without it...
(he looks in the
eyepiece)

Through the film, we can see only her eyes - large and
wistful.

MARK
... and the great ones... feel
alone... all the time...

She becomes the uninhibited Vivian again.

VIVIAN
Then I'm great, boy! What is it
you want me to act?
(she strikes an
attitude a, la
Rabbins)

He looks up from the camera; she smiles and starts keeping
time to the rhythm again.

VIVIAN
Being frightened to death?

MARK
You remembered?

VIVIAN
Yes - and I'll have a go!

We hear his quick breathing.

VIVIAN
I've been wondering all the
afternoon how you'd do it! I'll
bet you've thought of a wonderful
twist!
(she does a wonderful
twist)

CLOSE SHOT of Mark. He looks down - a little sadly - and
peers into the finder. (The camera dolly is on tracks - he
tracks forward.)

Music continues - piano.

In the finder WE SEE a large trunk - 'at greatly reduced
prices' on the shelf behind Vivian.

From Vivian's POV WE SEE Mark leave the studio camera
and hurry towards the trunks. She watches him wide-eyed.

VIVIAN
What are you doing?

MARK
Building us a set.

He reaches for the largest trunk.

VIVIAN
Why not pull the studio down while
you're about it? They can only
hang you once.

MARK
Exactly.

He carries the trunk towards the studio camera, and lays
it carefully on the floor.

Music continues.

Vivian peers into the front-glass of the studio camera
as if it were a mirror. The rhythm of the music changes.

VIVIAN
If only Don Jarvis could see me
now!

She jumps onto the trunk and taps.

VIVIAN
If only I could see Don Jarvis
now!

She giggles again.

VIVIAN
I warn you, Mark - I'm hysterical...
I'd rather act dying of laughter,
if it's all the same to you...

She jumps off the trunk onto the floor.

He opens the trunk. she jumps into it. Her laughter echoes
round the deserted studio.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. POWER HOUSE - EARLY EVENING

The two electricians are roaring with laughter. One of
them is making tea.

1ST ELECTRICIAN
So he did it again! Now you tell
one.

CAMERA PANS to a dial on the wall... one of the needles
flickers slightly.

2ND ELECTRICIAN
Half a mo...

1ST ELECTRICIAN (O.S.)
One lump or two?

2ND ELECTRICIAN
As the starlet said to the casting
director...

He turns away from the dials, and grasps at the outstretched
mug.

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian recording - her little recorder is
twittering back at great speed.

VIVIAN
(to Mark, over her
shoulder)
What are you doing?

She restarts music.

INT. STUDIO - EARLY EVENING

She is watching Mark curiously as he arranges the lighting.

MARK
Be patient, Viv... it's going to
be worth it.

CLOSE SHOT of the studio camera. In front of it - fixed on
a small hook - is a tape measure.

Mark reaches for it... then carefully measures the distance
between the trunk and the camera... then he takes apiece
of chalk from his pocket and makes a small cross on the
floor.

The music continues.

VIVIAN
Oh well! I've stood alone in front
of a studio camera! That's more
than most have.

MARK
Ever stood... behind one?

He glances at a nearby dial - only a few feet away from
the one which is flickering.

VIVIAN
No.

MARK
Help yourself.

She goes around the camera out of sight - and he is out of
hers. He glances into the trunk - it is deep, and very
empty.

VIVIAN
(accenting the rhythm)
I can see you, Mark... perfectly!

MARK
Good...

VIVIAN
Yes, sir! I'll bet I'm the best
camerawoman in the business! . . .
(beating time with
her feet)

Mark hurries to the side of the studio camera and picks up
his cine-camera.

VIVIAN (O.S.)
I've lost you!

MARK
I'll be back.

Suddenly Mark's face appears in the finder.

VIVIAN
Welcome, stranger!

We see Mark raise his cine-camera. He seems to be pointing
it straight at us. We hear a gentle purring.

VIVIAN
What are you doing?

MARK
Photographing you photographing
me...

High angle shot of Mark standing in front of the studio
camera - photographing her photographing him.

VIVIAN
(in mock awe)
Mark, you're brilliant...

He walks slowly towards her, holding his cine-camera to
his eyes. In the finder of Mark's cine-camera WE SEE Vivian
at the studio camera. She comes closer and closer.

VIVIAN
Lost you again!

MARK (O.S.)
Never mind.

We see him standing almost on top of her - his cine-camera
trained on her.

MARK
I'm ready now, Viv...

She looks up slowly - and a little hesitantly. Music, all
drums.

MARK
Go and stand on that cross, will
you?

VIVIAN
(solemnly)
Yes, sir, Mr. Director, sir.

He watches her in silence as she walks to the front of the
studio camera and takes up her position. while the drum-
beat continues.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. COURTYARD - EARLY EVENING

Don Jarvis is leaving the unit working on the lot. It is
now bustling with activity.

A girl comes up to him... She raises her cigarette for a
light - and looks into his eyes.

He hands her a box of matches... and walks away. Over his
shoulder we see the other stages - apparently empty. Don
Jarvis hesitates, then strides towards one.

INT. POWER HOUSE - EARLY EVENING

CLOSE SHOT of a dial - the needle flickering slightly.
Overlaid is the voice of the 1st Electrician.

1ST ELECTRICIAN (O.S.)
...and here's one of the wife and
nipper...

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. STUDIO - EARLY EVENING

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian staring at the trunk on the floor
behind her. The recorded rhythm continues.

VIVIAN
Am I supposed to imagine someone
is going to put me in there?

Mark is watching her over the top of the studio camera.

MARK
Yes, Viv...

He peers into the viewfinder. In the finder we see Vivian
looking rather pathetically into camera.

VIVIAN
Mark - I hope I won't let you
down... I know you're trying to
create atmosphere for me - but...
I just don't feel frightened!
Wouldn't it be better if I just
did my number?

MARK
(shaking head)
Later.

VIVIAN
Oh all right! I could do anything -
I feel so relaxed - and that's due
to you... You're so at home with
that camera you make me feel at
home too... you have it in you,
boy!

From her POV WE SEE see him raise his head slightly.

MARK
Ready, Viv?

MARK VIVIAN
(great effort)
Well-I'll try -

In the finder we see her wrinkling her brow.

MARK VIVIAN
But what... would... frighten me
to death?
(looking appealingly
into camera)
Set the mood for me, Mark...

MARK
Well...

He goes and switches off the recorder. The sudden silence
is startling.

MARK
Imagine someone... coming towards
you... who's going to kill you -
regardless of consequences...

VIVIAN
A madman?

MARK
Yes - but he knows it... and you
don't... and just to kill you...
isn't enough for him.

VIVIAN
But how would he frighten me to?

She stares into focusing screen - intrigued, but not
frightened, not even by the silence and shadowy vastness
around her.

MARK
Stay there, Viv... you're... just
right.

She stands motionless - staring into camera.

INT. CORRIDOR IN STUDIO - EARLY EVENING

CLOSE SHOT of Don Jarvis. He is standing motionless, staring
down a corridor.

What he is staring at is out of camera - and it is puzzling
the great man.

He walks quietly along the corridor.

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian.

VIVIAN
I can't imagine what you've thought
of!

INT. STUDIO - EARLY EVENING

CLOSE SHOT of Mark. He raises his head slowly - and locks
the studio camera off. Then he walks slowly towards her.

HIGH ANGLE SHOT of Mark walking towards Vivian.

CAMERA ZOOMS DOWN to the trunk behind her. Mark's voice is
overlaid:

MARK (O.S.)
Suppose this... were one of his
weapons...

CLOSE SHOT of Don Jarvis.

INT. CORRIDOR - EARLY EVENING

The great man is poised for the kill. He is moving forward
stealthily... and suddenly breaks into a run.

CAMERA PANS - and WE SEE the object of his attentions. A
wisp of smoke is coming from behind an alcove.

CLOSE SHOT of a Fireman - smoking a cigarette.

CLOSE SHOT of Don Jarvis - smoking!

CLOSE SHOT of the Fireman's terror as he sees Don Jarvis.

JARVIS
Smoking on duty!

The Fireman opens his mouth to explain and smoke exudes.

JARVIS
Come with me!

The Fireman follows him meekly.

CAMERA PANS.

So near - yet a lifetime away - a red light is burning
above a closed door.

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian - puzzled.

VIVIAN
That..?

INT. STUDIO E. - EARLY EVENING

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

He is holding his cine-camera; fixed to it is a collapsible
tripod.

Suddenly he pulls one leg of the tripod out. WE SEE that a
very sharp spike protrudes from the end of it.

From Mark's POV WE SEE Vivian looking at the spike.

He raises it towards her - until the spike is only inches
from her throat.

VIVIAN
Yes... that would be frightening!

MARK
But... there's something else...

We can hear his heart pounding as if it will burst - and
gradually Vivian, too, becomes aware of it.

VIVIAN
Well? What is it?

Just for a moment Mark's arm moves. His back hides what he
is doing. Suddenly WE SEE Vivian turn her head sharply -
she is looking at something out of camera.

VIVIAN
(in a whisper)
That...?

The spike is very close to her throat - but Vivian ignores
it, staring out of camera.

Over Mark's shoulder we concentrate on Vivian's face.

VIVIAN
(in a whisper)
Mark... take it...

The fear on her face is rapidly growing...

VIVIAN
... away!

She tries to move back - but the trunk prevents her.

VIVIAN
MARK - YOU!

It is almost a scream.

We can hear Mark breathing quickly.

Vivian raises her hands to push something away from her.

Suddenly the screen is filled with her eyes. WE SEE them
dilating with terror. There is a sudden crash as the big
power switches go out in the roof.

The lights go out.

There is a scream in the darkness.

Then silence.

The darkness acquires a grey, opaque quality as if one is
seeing the world through a curtain - it is the world of
Mrs. Stephens.

A bright light is felt, rather than seen, beating against
our eyelids. It looms closer and stronger.

HELEN'S VOICE (O.S.)
And that, darling, is the end of
the news! Unless you want the
football results?

CLOSE SHOT of Mrs. Stephens, a large glass of whisky - and
the bottle - beside her. It is night.

MRS. STEPHENS
No thank you.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen. 'She's Got the Key of the Door' is
overlaid.

HELEN
What else can I read you?

MRS. STEPHENS
The label on this whisky bottle!
Are you sure it says seventy per
cent proof?

HELEN
Certain.

MRS. STEPHENS
They're bigger liars than the press!

From Helen's POV WE SEE her reach for her glass with a
steady hand.

HELEN
Is that your last tonight?

MRS. STEPHENS
I doubt it.

HELEN
Your last but one?

MRS. STEPHENS
Don't haggle.

HELEN
(producing a coin)
Toss me double or nothing?

MRS. STEPHENS
Done!

Helen spins the coin on the table Mrs. Stephens listens
intently... the coin stops spinning.

MRS. STEPHENS
Heads.

Her fingers shoot out and feel the surface of the coin.

HELEN
Bad luck, darling.

MRS. STEPHENS
Huh.

She turns the coin over and carefully feels the other side.
Helen watches her with a smile - then looks thoughtfully
at the ceiling.

MRS. STEPHENS
What are you looking at?

HELEN
The ceiling!

MRS. STEPHENS
Wondering if that young man is
home?

HELEN
Yes.

MRS. STEPHENS
Well he is... I heard him come
in... four paragraphs ago.

From Helen's POV WE SEE the sightless eyes staring at her.

MRS. STEPHENS
Do you like him?

CLOSE SHOT of Helen.

HELEN
Yes, darling.

MRS. STEPHENS
Why?

HELEN
He has a quality...

MRS. STEPHENS
(sipping her glass)
Wish this had.

HELEN
... and I think he could help me.

MRS. STEPHENS
With your photographs?

HELEN
Yes...

CLOSE SHOT of Mrs. Stephens.

MRS. STEPHENS
Helen...

HELEN
Yes?

Mrs. Stephens hesitates - which is rare.

MRS. STEPHENS
(abruptly)
It doesn't matter.

HELEN
(quickly)
Mummy, what's worrying you?

MRS. STEPHENS
The price of whisky.

HELEN
What else?

MRS. STEPHENS
What else matters?

HELEN
Don't you like Mark?

MRS. STEPHENS
Haven't met him.

HELEN
You don't like him! Now why not?

CLOSE SHOT of Mrs. Stephens. Again she hesitates.

MRS. STEPHENS
I distrust a man who walks quietly.

HELEN
He's shy!

MRS. STEPHENS
His footsteps aren't! They're
stealthy...

HELEN
Now darling.

MRS. STEPHENS
Are you going up to him?

HELEN
May I?

MRS. STEPHENS
We both have the key of the door...
Mine needs oiling - and yours needs
exercise... Off you go.

HELEN
Thank you.

She kisses her - and glances at the whisky glass.

HELEN
remember that you lost the toss.

She walks to the door.

MRS. STEPHENS
Helen...

HELEN
Yes, darling?

MRS. STEPHENS
If you're back in five minutes...
I won't even finish this.

HELEN
Done!

She hurries out. Mrs. Stephens instantly refills her glass.
CLOSE SHOT of her hand. It has begun to tremble.

MARK'S DARK-ROOM

CLOSE SHOT of Mark's hands, in the green light of the dark-
room. He is busy unloading and winding film onto a
developing rack.

He puts the rack of exposed film into the tank and starts
the time clock.

CLOSE SHOT of the time clock ticking.

A knock is heard off.

Mark looks up.

MARK
Who is it?

HELEN (O.S.)
Helen...

CLOSE SHOT of Mark. Faintly overlaid is 'She's Got the
Key of the Door'. He looks down at the clock.

MARK
(calling)
Come in, Helen!

INT. PASSAGE - EVENING

Helen opens the door of Mark's sitting room. We hear Mark
call out from the inner room:

MARK (O.S.)
Would you... please... wait in
there?... Developing.

Helen goes in, closing the door behind her.

INT. MARK'S SITTING ROOM - EVENING

Helen enters. She speaks loudly to be heard in the dark-
room.

HELEN
Mother heard you come in - so I
guessed you wouldn't be in bed ...

No reply from the inner room.

HELEN
Are you sure this is conven...

MARK (O.S.)
Won't be long!

Helen glances at her watch... then looks curiously round
the room.

CLOSE SHOT of Vivian's recorder, placed on a chair.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen. She picks it up and looks at it,
curiously, fingering the stops.

MARK (O.S.)
Hallo.

Helen turns round. Mark is standing on the threshold of
the dark-room.

HELEN
Hallo, Mark...

He walks towards her... he stops suddenly. He is staring
at the recorder in her hand.

HELEN
I hope you don't mind - is it a
tape-recorder?

MARK
Yes.

Gently he takes it from her - as if it is a cup with which
she has finished - and replaces it on the shelf.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen.

HELEN
I'm sure I'm being a nuisance...
but, Mark, I very much want to...

Her voice trails away.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark. He is holding out a small package.

MARK
Happy birthday.

HELEN
Mark! That's very sweet of you -
but really.

MARK
It isn't much... I don't know
anything about... presents for
twenty-one... but I saw it this
morning... so... please.

HELEN
(gently)
Thank you...

She takes the package, and unwraps it. Inside is a slender
brooch

HELEN
It's beautiful...

MARK
I like the design... More milk?

HELEN
More?... No, thank you, Mark...
and I really appreciate this...
I'm going to put it on now.

He watches her hold it against her dress.

HELEN
There?... Or there?...

MARK
The first place...

HELEN
I think so too!...

CLOSE SHOT of Helen pinning it on.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark touching his lapel.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen glancing at her watch.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark glancing at his. He thinks of the ticking
clock in the dark-room.

Helen looks up, and sees him.

HELEN
I am keeping you.

MARK
No... I promise.

HELEN
Mark, I'm here for some advice.

MARK
From me? Please...

He looks as if he has just been voted the best cameraman
of the year (unanimously) - and the two films he directed
have both won Oscars (though Don Jarvis understood them).

His delighted astonishment is such that she has to smile.

HELEN
... I work in a public library -
in the children's section... I'm
telling you that to postpone
admitting what always embarrasses
me...

She takes a deep breath.

HELEN
In my spare time... I write.

MARK
What's embar...

HELEN
I write stories for children...
but so did Grimm... Hans Andersen...
Lewis Carroll...

MARK
Had any published?

HELEN
Some short stories.

MARK
I'd like to read...

HELEN
I learned today... that my first
book... has been accepted! ... For
publication in the spring...

MARK
But that's wonderful... what's it
about?

HELEN
A magic camera - and what it
photographs...

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
Whatever made you... think of that?

HELEN
I'll tell you one day - I promise...

MARK
Well what does it photograph?

HELEN
I'll tell you that too - but,
Mark... this is the problem... The
children who read the book will
want to see the pictures the camera
takes - but the publishers say
they're impossible to photograph,
and suggest drawings... but I don't
agree.

MARK
No - nothing's impossible.

HELEN
was hoping you'd say that! There
must be photographs - however
difficult to take - and I was
wondering, Mark - if you'd...

MARK
Oh yes.

HELEN
discuss it with me.

MARK
take them.

HELEN
Mark - I can't ask you to do that...

They have cancelled his Oscar.

HELEN
I mean... the publisher's mightn't
agree.

MARK
I'd take them... for you.

HELEN
Yes but... the money.

MARK
There are some things... which I
photograph... for nothing.

HELEN
I didn't mean to offend you.

MARK
Offend?

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
Helen... if you knew what it
meant... for something to happen
to me... that I don't have to make
happen... it's like... you've given
me a twenty-first birthday...

CLOSE SHOT of Helen looking at him...

MARK
What does your camera photograph?

HELEN
Mark - I must go... I just wanted
to know... if you'd talk it over
with me.

MARK
When please?

HELEN
That's up to you.

MARK
Helen ... I don't know much about...
dinner out... but would you come
with me?

HELEN
Thank you.

MARK
Thank you.

HELEN
When?

MARK
Oh...

HELEN
What's the matter?

MARK
It had better be soon...

HELEN
Are you going away?

MARK
Almost for certain! ...

HELEN
Oh... well you suggest when.

MARK
Are you free... tomorrow night?

HELEN
Yes.

MARK
I hope I am!

HELEN
I'll understand if you're not.

MARK
I'll try to be - I'll try my hardest
to be.

HELEN
Thank you for listening... and for
my present.

MARK
and for mine.

They look at each other in silence.

HELEN
Good night, Mark...
(turning to the
door)

MARK
Good night... Helen...

He watches her leave, standing very still.

Offstage, the time clock explodes.

CLOSE SHOT - the excited clock. Mark's hand silences it.

INT. DARK-ROOM - GREEN LIGHT

Mark opens the developing tank, lifts out the rack of film,
drops it into the fixing bath.

He switches light from green to red.

CLOSE SHOT - green to red dark-room lamp.

Mark lifts the rack of glistening film out of the fixing
bath and scans the image.

CLOSE SHOT - Mark's face and the tell-tale black and white
images.

CLOSE SHOT - the film. A pile of trunks.

In the darkness we hear a man enquire softly:

MAN'S VOICE
Looking for a trunk?

CLOSE SHOT of a Tall Man with a severe face. He is standing
in front of a familiar pile of trunks marked at 'Specially
Reduced Prices'.

CAMERA PULLS BACK SLOWLY - and WE SEE whom he is addressing.
It is Diane.

CAMERA PULLS FURTHER BACK and WE SEE that we are in a small
theatre watching rushes...

INT. THEATRE IN STUDIO - DAY

CAMERA PANS across Baden's disgruntled face... the Chief
Cameraman's bored face... the Script Girl's puzzled face...
to Diane's expression of rapture as she watches herself on
the screen.

DIANE (O.S.)
I'd like to see that one.

From Diane's POV WE WATCH the screen. We see the Tall Man
(SHOP ASSISTANT) reaching for a trunk and laying it on the
counter. He opens it with a flourish. Vivian passes across
the screen - glances casually at the trunk - and wanders
off.

BADEN
No - no - no - we must get some
comedy into this...!

The Assistant Director nods.

BADEN
We'll retake it this morning...

CAMERA LINGERS for a moment on the screen as Diane (on-
screen) smiles at the Assistant.

DIANE
(she pockets a small
item)
I'll take it.

The Assistant bows and closes the trunk. We dissolve to
the set itself -

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. STUDIO - DAY

The Assistant is leaning over the counter, listening
intently. Diane stands in front of the counter, receiving
the attentions of the Make-up Man.

Baden's voice is overlaid:

BADEN
I want some comedy in this scene...

CAMERA PULLS BACK

The unit is busy preparing for a retake. The studio camera
(and its crew) are off camera, and we concentrate on Baden
briefing his artistes.

He is clutching a script as if afraid that opening it might
be indecent exposure.

BADEN
Instead of taking the first trunk
you see, I want you, darling... to
ask for a blue trunk - and when he
brings it to you, to ask for a red
one - and when he brings that, to
ask for a white one...
(turns to the
Assistant)
And you, Michael... get the trunks
one by one - growing more and more
fed up - and we'll end on a gag
which I'll think of in a minute -
all right?

DIANE
I don't feel it!

BADEN
Don't feel it! Do it!

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
(hastily)
Positions, everyone!

Over Mark's shoulder - behind the camera - WE WATCH the
Unit taking up positions.

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
Anyone seen Vivian?

BADEN
Who?

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
The red-headed bystander - Viv.

BADEN
(impatiently)
Never mind - I'm cutting her out
of this scene... Let's run it.

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
(shouting)
Quiet, everyone!

From Mark's POV WE WATCH the scene being rehearsed. Diane
approaches the trunk counter and the Assistant smiles at
her.

ASSISTANT
Can I interest you in a trunk?

DIANE
Thank you...
(pointing)
I'd like to see that one...

ASSISTANT
Certainly, madam...

He turns away. She pockets a small item from the counter.
He heaves a trunk forward.

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
It's beautifully fitted -
(he opens it)

She takes a perfunctory glance -

DIANE
I'd like to see one in red.

ASSISTANT
Certainly, madam.

She pockets another item. He turns and wrestles with
another trunk... brings it forward and opens it

DIANE
... do you have one in white?

ASSISTANT
Certainly, madam.

Mark walks away quietly from the back of the Camera Crew.
He hurries to the shelf where he keeps his cine-camera and
a lunch basket. He reaches for his camera.

Diane's voice is overlaid.

DIANE (O.S.)
Do you have one in blue?

ASSISTANT (O.S.)
Certainly, madam...

Mark turns towards the rehearsal and raises his cine-camera.
WE SEE the Assistant try to lift a blue trunk - and half
collapse with the weight of it.

CLOSE SHOT of Baden - beaming.

The Assistant manages to drag the trunk forward. He leans
over it - exhausted - then starts to open it.

Mark moves round until Diane's face is in the finder.

As the lid of the trunk is opened we can see only her eyes
above the rim of the lid... WE HEAR her scream.

CLOSE SHOT of Baden - freezing.

There is the sound of a body falling to the ground.

BADEN
The silly bitch! She's fainted in
the wrong scene...

FADE OUT:

In the darkness WE HEAR a telephone ringing... and then
another... and then another... then they all merge into
one big blast.

FADE IN:

CAMERA TRACKS quickly towards a door marked PUBLICITY
DEPARTMENT.

INT. PUBLICITY DEPARTMENT - DAY

The Head of publicity has a receiver to his ear.

HEAD OF PUBLICITY
is this a gag?... A girl in a
trunk!... Who is she?... Well,
which unit?... The walls are closing
in?... What a break for them!... I
mean what a heartbreak!
(he is already
speaking into
another telephone)
call a press conference.
(he turns to the
original telephone)
I'm on my way down!

EXT. LONDON - DAY

A police car. There are two men seated at the back.

INT. POLICE CAR - DAY

CHIEF INSPECTOR GREGG is reading a file. A plain-clothes
SERGEANT (MILLER) is seated next to him. The Sergeant
glances at his Chief apprehensively.

SERGEANT MILLER
Excuse me, Chief.

CHIEF INSPECTOR
Mm?

SERGEANT MILLER
We pass my house when we reach the
bypass. Would you mind if I drop
off for a minute?

CHIEF INSPECTOR
(without raising
his eyes)
To collect your kid's autograph
book?

SERGEANT MILLER
Yes, Chief!... If the nipper hears
where I've been...

CHIEF INSPECTOR
(turns to the driver)
All right, Dawson - anything to
help the Sergeant...
(stares down at the
folder)
... and it's about time the Sergeant
helped me - we're getting nowhere
with this.

Over his shoulder WE SEE what he is looking at - it is a
photograph of Dora in her furs and finery.

SERGEANT
What about that man the landlady
passed?

CHIEF INSPECTOR
She couldn't describe him - except
to say that he was carrying
something that she couldn't see.

SERGEANT
That's a help.

CLOSE SHOT of the Inspector staring at the folder.

CHIEF INSPECTOR
Sergeant, I've been on the force
thirty odd years... and I have
never seen such fear on anyone's
face as on this girl's...
(almost to himself)
What was it she saw?

SERGEANT
Surely, Chief... a man coming at
her - with a sharp weapon.

CHIEF INSPECTOR
I'm familiar with that kind of
terror. This is something new to
me... but what?

The Sergeant glances at Dora's photograph.

CHIEF INSPECTOR
...now take a look at how we found
her.

He starts to turn the page

DISSOLVE TO:

A door with a sign on it: CANTEEN CLOSED TODAY.

CAMERA TRACKS TOWARDS it.

INT. CANTEEN - DAY

Mark is sitting by an open window at the far end of the
canteen. His cine-camera and lunch basket are by his side.

From Mark's POV WE SEE that the unit (with the exception
of Diane and Baden) is crowded into the canteen.

They have formed themselves into small groups and are
talking in whispers. The Assistant Director is standing
with his back to the door. A GIRL calls out:

GIRL (O.S.)
How much longer must we wait in
here?

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
Till the police arrive... D.J.'s
orders.

Mark glances at a group in the comer. The Trunk Assistant
is encircled by eager listeners.

ASSISTANT
and when she opened that trunk...
and I saw what was inside... my
dears - I nearly fainted with her -
(he runs a delicate
hand across a
delicate forehead)
and do you know what horrified me
most?

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
D.J. says not to discuss it.

ASSISTANT
Any more sauce from D.J. and I
shall refuse to sign for seven
years! My dears... that poor girl's
expression.

Mark glances out of the window.

From his POV WE SEE a police car driving across the
courtyard. Mark watches with great interest - then reaches
for his cine-camera.

He photographs the police, then puts his cine-camera on to
the table and sits back... waiting. CAMERA LINGERS for a
moment on the folded tripod.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SET - DAY

The set is completely deserted. It is lit by a single lamp.
A solitary trunk stands on the counter, its lid closed.

WE SEE Don Jarvis enter, followed by the two Policemen.
Baden and the Publicity man bring up the rear.

Don Jarvis points towards the trunks department. The Chief
Inspector nods, then he and the Sergeant approach the
counter.

Carefully the Inspector raises the lid of the trunk - he
looks inside.

CLOSE SHOT of the Inspector - over the top of the lid. His
expression is mainly one of surprise.

CLOSE SHOT of the Sergeant staring into the trunk. He is
also surprised - but there is nausea in his face.

They look up at almost the same moment... their eyes meet.

SERGEANT
(in a whisper)
Chief, it's exactly the...

INSPECTOR
I know...
(he closes the trunk
quickly. Quietly)
... don't say anything.
(he faces Don Jarvis)
Well, sir... we shall probably
have to interview everyone at the
studio, so we'd better plan a
campaign that won't interfere too
much with your productions.

JARVIS
(warming to him at
once)
Thank you, Chief Inspector... if
you knew what even a single day's
delay could cost.

INSPECTOR
Oh, we do sir.
(his eyes are on
the trunk)

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

INT. CANTEEN - DAY

He is looking out of the window - his camera at the ready.
Overlaid is the sound of a door opening... the buzz of
conversation dies away. We hear Don Jarvis' voice.

JARVIS (O.S.)
If I may have your attention,
please.

A hand tugs at Mark's elbow. He turns round. The Clapper
Boy looks at him waringly.

From Mark's POV WE SEE Don Jarvis standing in the doorway -
facing a suddenly hushed room. The great man's hands are
folded in front of him -

JARVIS
The police wish to interview each
of you individually... after which
you will be at liberty to leave.

From D.J.'s POV WE SEE the upturned faces - the light from
the window falls upon Mark, listening to him with rapt
attention. Mark's hands are folded in front of him.

JARVIS
There will, of course, be no
shooting today... but work will be
resumed, as usual, tomorrow...
with, I hope, all of you present.

CLOSE SHOT of Don Jarvis.

JARVIS
I look to you to give the police
your fullest cooperation.
(he turns abruptly
and leaves')

Sergeant Miller enters with a smile.

SERGEANT MILLER
Well now... let's get ourselves
organized...
(taking a piece of
paper from his
pocket)
We don't want to keep you cooped
up in here, so we've worked out a
timetable... We'll talk to the
artists first, then the technicians
in this order...

Mark reaches for his cine-camera...

DISSOLVE TO:

A SERIES OF BRIEF SHOTS of the unit being interviewed by
the police.

EXT. STUDIO GROUNDS - DAY

The Young Extra who spoke to Vivian in the exterior set
points excitedly to the wall where Vivian and Mark lay.

The Inspector and Sergeant carefully examine both sides of
the wall. The Inspector stoops, picks up something with a
pair of tweezers and puts it in an envelope.

CAMERA PANS.

A few passers-by look on from a distance. One of them is
watching through his cine-camera.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SMALL OFFICE - DAY

The Young Extra who shared Vivian's dressing room is talking
to the Chief Inspector and Sergeant.

EXTRA
...she said she didn't want a lift -
because she had a call to make
locally.

CHIEF INSPECTOR
Did she say where?

EXTRA
No, sir... and when I left, she
was still in the dressing room.

CHIEF INSPECTOR
I see... let's have a look at this
dressing room, shall we?

EXTRA
Yes, sir ...

INT. PASSAGE IN STUDIO - DAY

The Policemen and the Extra are walking away from camera
down a passage. A few members of other units pass them by
without a glance. One of these (A GIRL) smiles into camera.

GIRL
Hallo, Mark...

MARK (O.S.)
Hallo.

The girl walks out of picture. THE CAMERA (and Mark) TRACK
after the Policemen.

INT. ENTRANCE TO DRESSING ROOM - DAY

As the Inspector opens the door of the dressing room, Mark
hurries past. He raises his cine-camera and photographs
the Sergeant. The Sergeant turns to close the door. He
sees Mark. straightens his tie and looks as severe as he
can.

SERGEANT
Hey, I don't think you ought to do
that!

MARK
Sorry, sir.

He hurries down the passage.

INSPECTOR
(turning round)
Do what?

SERGEANT
Make me famous. Some chap was giving
me a screen test

The Extra's voice is overlaid - a hint of hysteria in it.

EXTRA (O.S.)
That's where she sat. Inspector.

The Inspector turns away, and the Sergeant closes the door.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SMALL OFFICE - DAY

The door of the small office opens - and the Chief Cameraman
comes out.

CAMERA PANS -

On a bench at the end of the passage Mark, the Clapper
Boy, and a member of the camera-crew are waiting.

VOICE
And whoever did it must be...

CHIEF CAMERAMAN
You're next.

The Crew-member hurries into the office, and closes the
door. The Chief Cameraman wanders off thoughtfully.

Mark and the Clapper Boy are left sitting side by side.

CLAPPER BOY
I've been watching you...

MARK
Oh?

CLAPPER BOY
Have you been filming those
policemen?

MARK
Yes, I've a few quite interesting
shots of them - it's a chance I
never expected!

CLAPPER BOY
A chance for what?

MARK
To photograph... an investigation...
or as much of it as I can.

CLAPPER BOY
What on earth for?

MARK
It will complete a documentary I'm
making.

CLAPPER BOY
documentary?

Mark nods.

CLAPPER BOY
What's it about?

MARK
I'd rather not tell you till it's
finished. And it soon will be ...

CLAPPER BOY
But suppose they catch you?

MARK
Oh they will - they look very
efficient.

CLAPPER BOY
Don't you mind?

MARK
No.

CLAPPER BOY
But they might confiscate your
camera.

MARK
I'm afraid they will! But by then...
I'll have finished with it.

CLAPPER BOY
I don't...

The door of the small room opens, and the Crew-member comes
out.

CREW-MEMBER
You, Mark?

MARK
Thanks...

He rises slowly... the cine-camera is over his shoulder.

CLAPPER BOY
Mark, hadn't you better leave that
with me?

MARK
No, John.

CLAPPER BOY
I'd look after it.

MARK
I'm sure of that - but I'd like to
photograph them while they're
questioning me.

The Clapper Boy looks at him in amazement.

MARK
I don't suppose they'll let me.

CLAPPER BOY
Mark, are you potty?

MARK
Yes, do you think they'll notice?

The Clapper Boy laughs.

CLAPPER BOY
Don't get into any trouble for
heaven's sake I want to discuss
that film at the Everyman...

MARK
Yes... I'd like that...

He walks slowly towards the door.

The Clapper Boy takes out a copy of Sight and Sound and
starts to read it.

INT. SMALL OFFICE - DAY

The Inspector is seated at a desk, reading some notes. The
Sergeant is seated by the side of the desk, a pile of papers
in front of him.

There is a gentle knock on the door. The Sergeant glances
at a list.

SERGEANT
Mark Lewis - focus-puller...
Whatever that may be?

The Inspector nods.

SERGEANT
Come in.

He puts a tick on the list. There is the sound of a door
opening. The Inspector looks up...

From his POV WE SEE a young man with a camera over his
shoulder advancing shyly towards him.

INSPECTOR
Mr. Lewis?

MARK
Yes, sir...

INSPECTOR
I'm Chief Inspector Gregg and this
is Sergeant Miller. Grab a chair.

The Sergeant glances up.

SERGEANT
Ah! My photographer.

MARK
I've brought the camera in case
you want to take the film away.

He holds out his camera. The Sergeant glances enquiringly
at the Inspector.

INSPECTOR
That's all right, Mr. Lewis - as
long as we don't appear at the
Odeon next week in place of the
cartoon.

Mark smiles.

MARK
Thank you, sir.

INSPECTOR
Well now; have you anything to
tell us?

MARK
Don't think so, sir.

INSPECTOR
Did you know the girl?

MARK
Yes, sir...

INSPECTOR
How well?

MARK
Mainly by sight.

INSPECTOR
When did you see her last?

He picks up a pencil taps it idly on the desk.

MARK
Yesterday afternoon - when we
broke...

INSPECTOR
Speak to her?

MARK
Called out good night - don't know
if she heard?

CLOSE SHOT of Mark's fingers... tapping on his knee in
time to the pencil.

INSPECTOR
What did you do then?

MARK
Took sqme shots, sir - for a film
I'm making.

INSPECTOR
Oh... where?

MARK
All over the place, sir... it's a
documentary.

INSPECTOR
Anyone with you?

MARK
No, sir. Just my camera.

INSPECTOR
What time did you arrive home, Mr.
Lewis?

MARK
About ten... ten-thirty...

INSPECTOR
Anyone see you?

MARK
Yes... the people downstairs.

INSPECTOR
I see.

The telephone rings. The Sergeant promptly answers it.

SERGEANT
Sergeant Miller - Right, I'll tell
him...

He replaces the receiver, turns to the Inspector.

SERGEANT
The doctor's finished his examin...

The Inspector rises at once.

SERGEANT
...wants to see you -

INSPECTOR
Right.
(he glances at Mark)
That'll be all for the moment, Mr.
Lewis - thank you.

MARK
(he turns to the
door)
Thank you, sir ...

INSPECTOR
Wait a minute.

Mark stands very still.

INSPECTOR
direct me to that set of yours,
will you? I'd probably end on
location.

MARK
I'll take you there, sir.
(he opens the door)

INSPECTOR
Thanks.
(he glances at the
Sergeant)
Carry on with the interviews,
Sergeant.

SERGEANT
Yes, sir.

From the Sergeant's POV WE SEE Mark turn to go into the
passage.

The Sergeant stares at the camera on his shoulder... then
the door closes.

The Sergeant makes a note on a piece of paper.

INT. PASSAGE - DAY

The Inspector and Mark walk side by side along the passage.
The Clapper Boy comes into view - still reading Sight and
Sound.

The Clapper Boy glances up - just in time to see the
Inspector and Mark walk side by side to the end of the
corridor.

CLAPPER BOY
(staring after them)
I warned him to be careful!

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ENTRANCE TO SET - DAY

A Constable is standing outside the entrance to the set.
From his POV WE SEE the Inspector and Mark approach. The
Constable stiffens... From Mark's POV WE SEE the Constable
barring the entrance.

INSPECTOR
I think I can find my way now...

Mark smiles.

INSPECTOR
...thanks for the escort

The Inspector hurries towards the door of the set.

The Constable opens it - and the Inspector goes inside.

The Constable closes the door - and stands in front of it.

Mark turns away quickly.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. COURTYARD - DAY

The carpark is jammed with cars - but there is hardly anyone
in sight. Mark hurries towards the large sliding doors of
Stage E - they are a few feet apart. He looks round
carefully, then slips inside.

INT. STAGE E. - DAY

Facing Mark is the darkened set of an hotel bedroom. Beyond
this is another set - also in darkness - and beyond this
yet another. Only in the far comer of the studio - in the
furthermost set - is there a light burning. Voices can
faintly be heard coming from this set.

Mark walks quietly towards a long ladder which leads up to
the gantry. Carefully - rung by rung - he starts to climb
the ladder. At the top of the ladder is a gallery. Mark
moves along the maze of bridges until he is nearly above
the Policemen.

Mark raises his head cautiously - and looks down.

Far below WE CAN SEE the Inspector standing next to the
Doctor - a tall, silver haired man - who is peering into
an open trunk. Detectives are photographing the set. Mark
raises his cine-camera... its gentle purring seems to echo
round the studio.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark's jacket pocket. A row of pencils is
sticking out. As he leans forward the pencils tilt.

Through the finder-matte of Mark's camera WE SEE the
Inspector - very far away - peering into the trunk and
nodding.

A faint echo of conversation is overlaid.

DOCTOR (O.S.)
No doubt at all... wounds were
caused by the same instrument...

Mark changes lens (and alters the finder to a 75mm lens).
The Doctor's face - thin and impersonal - appears in the
finder over the lid of the trunk.

DOCTOR (O.S.)
... both women... subjected to the
most violent shock...

INSPECTOR (O.S.)
What sort of shock?

DOCTOR
...still cannot determine - but
look!

He points to something in the trunk - out of the camera's
eye-line.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

He balances carefully - then raises the camera above his
head. As he leans forward, the pencils fall. WE SEE them
shooting like small torpedoes into the darkness below.
They make three separate landings.

CLOSE SHOT of the Inspector. Looking up.

From his POV WE SEE tiers of scaffolding deep in shadow...

INSPECTOR
Quiet, everyone. Please...

The Detectives make as much noise to become quiet as the
normal occupants of the studio - and then there is complete
silence.

Complete, except for the Doctor's asthmatic breathing...
And then - so gently that it might almost be in our own
minds - WE HEAR a purring sound from the shadows above.
The Inspector listens intently.

DETECTIVE
I thought I heard a putty cat!

There is a burst of laughter - the Inspector frowns.

INSPECTOR
I don't want to spoil anyone's
fun, but we do have a maniac on
our hands, and if we don't get him
quickly there'll be a third unsolved
murder to report to the
Commissioner. So let's hurry things
up, shall we?

DETECTIVE
Sorry, Chief!

The 'putty cat' Detective raises his flashlamp towards the
trunk counter. In the brilliant flash of light that ensues,
we glimpse a shadowy figure moving towards a ladder high
in the scaffolding... But then we are looking for it - no
one else is. The flashlight dies away.

The scene fades with it.

CLOSE SHOT of a knitting-needle held upwards.

Another knitting-needle scales down it like a fireman
descending a ladder.

CAMERA PULLS BACK

INT. HELEN S SITTING ROOM - DAY

Mrs. Stephens is doing her knitting. The inevitable glass
stands on the table beside her. Helen is seated opposite,
reading from a newspaper.

HELEN
she was appearing in Arthur Baden's
new film The Walls Are Closing In,
starring Diane Ashley.

CLOSE SHOT of Mrs. Stephens listening intently.

HELEN
a spokesman at the studio said
that her performance in the film
showed such promise, that her role
was to have been built up... All
work at the studio ceased today as
a tribute to her memory!

Mrs. Stephens sips from her glass. The Prime Minister to
visit Athens.

MRS. STEPHENS
Mark is in films, isn't he?

HELEN
Yes, darling... It is reliably...

MRS. STEPHENS
I wonder if he knew her?

CLOSE SHOT of Helen looking up.

HELEN
I'll ask him tonight...

MRS. STEPHENS
Is he taking you out?

HELEN
If he's free.

MRS. STEPHENS
That's very chivalrous of him.
Where's he taking you?

HELEN
I've no idea - and I don't suppose
he has...

MRS. STEPHENS
Which studio does he work at?

HELEN
I'll ask him.

MRS. STEPHENS
If he's free.

Behind her back we see that her fingers are crossed.

HELEN
I'll bring him in and introduce
you if...

MRS. STEPHENS
I feel I know him.

HELEN
Now how can you?

Mrs. Stephens stiffens suddenly.

MRS. STEPHENS
He's here.

CLOSE SHOT of the window.

Mark is standing outside - looking in.

MRS. STEPHENS
Why don't we make him a present of
the window? He practically lives
there!

Helen beckons to Mark to come in. We see him nod eagerly -
and leave the window.

HELEN
How did you know where he was
standing?

MRS. STEPHENS
The back of my neck told me... the
part that I talk out of!

Helen hurries to the door of the sitting room.

INT. HALL - DAY

Mark closes the front door behind him.

From his POV WE SEE the door of Helen's sitting room open -
and she stands on the threshold.

HELEN
Hallo...

MARK
Free?

HELEN
Yes.

MARK
Good! So am I...

HELEN
I'd like you to come in for a moment -
and meet my mother.

MARK
Yes, please...

She holds open the door. He goes inside. The screen
suddenly greys out into the veiled images of Mrs. Stephens'
world. We hear Helen's voice.

HELEN (O.S.)
Darling, this is Mark... Mark, my
mother.

WE HEAR the sound of footsteps shuffling shyly forward -
and then Mark's voice, every intake of breath magnified.

MARK (O.S.)
How do you do... Mrs. Stephens...

WE HEAR the pounding of someone's heart - and then Mrs.
Stephens' voice.

MRS. STEPHENS (O.S.)
Hallo, Mark.

As her voice dies away.

FADE IN:

INT. HELEN'S SITTING ROOM

CLOSE SHOT of Mark's hand clasping Mrs. Stephens'.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark looking at her, fascinated.

From Mark's POV WE SEE the sightless eyes turned towards
his. Mrs. Stephens' other hand gently feels the surface of
his.

MRS. STEPHENS
Have you been running, young man?

MARK
Yes...
(he hesitates)
... didn't want to be late for
Helen.

HELEN
Thank you, Mark - You deserve a
drink for that! What would you
like?

MARK
Nothing - thank you... very much...

Mrs. Stephens grunts, and reaches for her glass.

HELEN
Darling, I've left your supper in
the...

MRS. STEPHENS
Tell me young man... Which studio
do you work at?

The screen greys out. WE HEAR Mark's tiny intake of breath.

MARK (O.S.)
Chipperfield Studio . . .

MRS. STEPHENS
And that poor girl... where did
she work?

Someone's heart is pounding fast.

HELEN (O.S.)
At Brookwood.

MRS. STEPHENS
We were wondering if you knew her?

MARK
No - No, I didn't...

MRS. STEPHENS
A pity. I do like first-hand
information.

We hear Mark's small attempt at a laugh.

MRS. STEPHENS
Oh, well - I mustn't keep you
gossiping after you've run all the
way from - Where?

Again that little intake of breath.

MARK
The station.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

Mrs. Stephens and Mark are staring at each other as if she
has sight and he hasn't. From Helen's POV WE CAN SEE only
Mark's back and her mother's upturned face.

HELEN
Darling, may I tell you about your
supper?

MRS. STEPHENS
No... go and be told about yours!
(she takes Mark's
hand)
Goodbye, Mark... I expect we shall
meet again.

MARK
I hope so - Goodbye...
(He turns to the
door)

CLOSE SHOT of Helen kissing her mother and whispering into
her ear.

HELEN
Darling, we forgot to toss.

Mrs. Stephens grunts.

HELEN
Supper's laid out in the kitchen.

MRS. STEPHENS
If you're not back early, you'll
find me laid out with it!

HELEN
We'll be early! Good night, darling.

MRS. STEPHENS
Good night...

Mark holds the door open for Helen and she goes into the
passage. Mark turns and takes a long look at Mrs. Stephens.
She is in the middle of raising her glass. She stops
suddenly, the glass poised mid-air. He goes out - closing
the door. She finishes her drink as if it is her last.

INT. PASSAGE - DAY

Helen is waiting by the door.

From her POV WE SEE Mark coming eagerly towards her, his
camera over his shoulder.

HELEN
Mark...

MARK
Yes, Helen?

HELEN
I want to ask you something rather
personal...

He looks at her anxiously.

HELEN
How long is it since you've gone
out without that?

MARK
Without what?

HELEN
Your camera...

MARK
Oh...

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
I... don't think I know?

HELEN
Exactly. I've never seen you without
it... but are you going to need it
tonight?

He looks at her in silence.

HELEN
Well are you? And if so... shall I
bring some work with me too?

MARK
I'm not going to need it tonight!

HELEN
Good - then give it to me!

She holds out her hand. He looks at her, appalled.

HELEN
...It'll be quite safe - I'll put
it away for you.

MARK
(in a whisper)
No!

HELEN
Then take it upstairs - if you
can't trust me with it...

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
I trust you.

HELEN
Then look...

She opens the door of her bedroom - and turns on the light.

HELEN
...let's put it in here.

INT. HELEN'S BEDROOM

She crosses to a cupboard and unlocks it, then turns round.
He is standing hesitantly on the threshold.

HELEN
Come in - and see for yourself.

He looks slowly round the room, stares for a moment at the
bed in the comer, but he won't cross the threshold. He
stays outside.

HELEN
We'll put it in here - and lock
it.

MARK
This... was my mother's room.

HELEN
Was it, Mark?...

Again he stares at the bed.

HELEN
I am being tactless, aren't I?
... It's just that... I thought it
was growing into an extra limb,
and - but you bring it with you if
you want to.

He takes off his camera - and holds it out to her.

HELEN
Thank you...

She takes it from him, puts it into the cupboard, and locks
it. Then offers him the key.

MARK
You...

HELEN
Thank you.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
I feel...

HELEN
Yes?

MARK
Can't describe it! Could only
photograph it -

She laughs.

HELEN
Shall I tell you what I feel?

MARK
Yes.

HELEN
Famished!

MARK
Good!

They hurry towards the door.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. MARK'S HOUSE - DAY

They walk down the steps of the house.

MARK
There's a small place round the
corner... It's awfully good on
Christmas Day.

HELEN
Is it?

MARK
Yes... there aren't too many open
then.

HELEN
No - it sounds fun.

MARK
This way.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark and Helen walking along by the side of
the house.

HELEN
I adore new restaurants...

Suddenly Mark stands motionless. He is staring at something
off camera.

Especially when -

Her voice trails away... she is staring at Mark staring at
something.

In the shadows, at the mouth of an alley, a young couple
are kissing.

Mark stands motionless, staring at them. Automatically his
hand reaches for his camera. Helen starts to speak - then
looks at him in silence. The man glances round. Mark hurries
away and Helen stares after him.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

He turns back - waiting for Helen.

From his POV WE SEE Helen come slowly towards him. She
looks at him searchingly for a long moment.

He manages - but only just - to meet her eyes.

HELEN
Where is this restaurant?

MARK
Round the corner...

MRS. STEPHENS
Know much about films?

HELEN
Come on then...

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
Thank you.

They walk slowly down the street.

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of Mrs. Stephens.

MRS. STEPHENS
Sorry, young man, Helen's out.

CAMERA PULLS BACK

INT. SITTING ROOM - EVENING

Tony is standing unhappily opposite Mrs. Stephens.

TONY
Oh!

MRS. STEPHENS
With Mark - from upstairs.

TONY
Oh!

MRS. STEPHENS
You can stay and talk to me - if
you like?

TONY
Well I...

MRS. STEPHENS
Know much about films?

TONY
Well...

MRS. STEPHENS
Or film studios?

TONY
No, I...

MRS. STEPHENS
Where's Chipperfield Studios?

TONY
Chipperfield, I suppose...

MRS. STEPHENS
There's a phone book outside...
Look up the number, will you? And
see if you can get it.

TONY
Certainly... and then I must go to
my room.

MRS. STEPHENS
Granted.

She lifts her glass, and sits, waiting as he crosses the
room.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

A small and very pleasant restaurant, almost full. Helen
and Mark have a corner table. They are dining by
candlelight, and there is a bottle of wine in the middle
of the table.

As CAMERA TRACKS TOWARDS them, Helen is laughing.

HELEN
I like this place! And this dinner!

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

He has again won the Academy Award.

HELEN
...thank you, Mark...

MARK
Are you ready to talk about your
book?

HELEN
I'm ready to talk about you...

His face falls.

HELEN
It won't take a second - and it's
best to have it said.

Mark looks.

HELEN
Carrying a camera is only one of
your habits, isn't it, Mark?

He looks at her in silence.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen.

HELEN
... when you stared at that couple,
you were like the little boy on
that film you showed me... looking
over the wall at something he
shouldn't see. But Mark - you're
strong enough now to lift that
child off the wall... aren't you?

He hesitates.

HELEN
... aren't you?

MARK
I'll try to be.

HELEN
Will you, Mark?... Will you really?

MARK
Yes...

HELEN
Lecture finished...

A pause.

MARK
When your book's published - will
you go on working in a library?

HELEN
Yes, Mark... in case, one day, a
child comes in and asks for it!

MARK
I'll come in.

HELEN
I'm not popular with my customers!
They ask me for horror comics -
and I take their sticky hands and
drag them to where there are books!

CLOSE SHOT of Helen.

HELEN
... and do you know, Mark, waiting
for them to come in next time and
ask for books... is as exciting...
as a horror comic...

MARK
What does your magic camera
photograph?

HELEN
People...

MARK
Yes?...

HELEN
It's owned by a little boy who is
terrified of grown-ups... but when
he looks in his magic camera he
sees grown-ups as they were when
they were children... and he isn't
frightened any longer.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark listening, engrossed.

HELEN
... and one day he gives his camera
away to a little boy who is even
more frightened of grown-ups than
he was - and do you know what he
finds?

The little boy opposite her shakes his head.

HELEN
... that when he looks at grown-
ups without his camera he can still
see them as they were when they
were children! And that means
that he's grown up himself...

A moment's pause. She drinks her wine - shy, awaiting his
reaction.

MARK
What made you think of this story?

HELEN
You did!

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

HELEN
... I looked out of my window -
and saw you going off to work
carrying that camera like a little
boy with a satchel... and an idea
came... so thank you...

MARK
I'd like to think... I was
responsible... in some way...

HELEN
Now what do I do about the
photographs?

MARK
Take 'em!

He slams the table so violently that a lady nearby looks
around... then reaches for his camera.

MARK
Oh!

Helen smiles.

MARK
There isn't a single face that
doesn't look like a child's - not
a single one - if you catch it at
the right moment.

He turns around excitedly and sees her watching him.

MARK
It would be a challenge!... Unlike
anything I've photographed!

HELEN
What have you photographed, Mark?

MARK
Everything. But nothing I'd want
children to see.

She looks at him curiously.

MARK
But this would belong to them -
and they'd know if it wasn't
right... Oh, Helen... I would like
to find those faces for you...
with you...

HELEN
Very well! Let's try!

He laughs excitedly... She looks regretfully at her watch.
At once he looks at his.

MARK
You made a promise to your mother -

HELEN
(gently)
Yes, Mark...

MARK
You'd better keep it.

HELEN
Thank you...

He signals to the head waiter... and pays his first bill
for two.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT.STREET - NIGHT

They walk along the street very close together, but not
quite touching. Above them a light is shining on a blind
revealing a shadow of a woman undressing.

Mark glances at the blind - then looks away quickly.

He stares ahead of him... and continues to stare ahead of
him.

Suddenly Helen tucks her arm through his, and smiles up at
him... they walk on in silence.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HALL OF MARK'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Helen and Mark come in quietly, and close the door.

She glances round the dimly lit hall. There is no light
under any of the doors, except one at the end of the
passage.

HELEN
Mother must have gone to bed.
(she turns to find
him looking at her)
Mark, it was a wonderful evening...

MARK
That's what I was going to say...
a wonderful evening...

HELEN
(gently)
And you made it wonderful... without
your camera.

A shadow passes over his face.

HELEN
(gently)
I'll get it for you.

He stands motionless as she goes into her room...

From his POV WE SEE the half-opened door - and the bed in
the comer.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark forcing himself to look away.

Helen reappears on the threshold - the camera in her hand.
He looks down at it - then slowly stretches out his hand.

HELEN
wonder how this sees grown-ups?
(she turns the camera
round)
...me, for instance... now that I
am one.
(she looks at herself in the lens)

MARK
Not you!
(he takes the camera
from her)

HELEN
Mark.

MARK
It never will... see you!

HELEN
Why not?

He hesitates.

MARK
Whatever I photograph -

HELEN
Yes?

MARK
I always - lose...

HELEN
I don't understand.

The door at the end of the passage opens and Tony emerges
in his dressing-gown, carrying a towel. He avoids looking
at them - goes into the bathroom opposite, and slams the
door.

HELEN
He'll wake Mother!

There is the sound of running water.

HELEN
... thank you, again, for my
evening.
(she is standing
very close to him,
smiling up into
his face)
Will you go to bed now - and not
stop up watching those films?

MARK
Well... I've a little work to do...
then I'll go to bed... and think
of how to find faces for you...

He looks down at the face which he has found for himself.
She raises her head slowly.

MARK
...faces which - are faces which...

She kisses him very gently on the mouth. The bathroom begins
to sound like a small waterfall.

HELEN
Good night, Mark...

He watches her as she goes into the room, and doses the
door. A light goes on beneath the door.

He stands very still for a moment... then turns the camera
round and points the lens towards his lips.

Then he turns abruptly, and hurries up the stairs.

The waterfall cascades on. The screen grows dark - and
the dark-room grows out of it.

INT. DARK-ROOM - NIGHT

The big drying drum is turning, feeding the dry print into
a box. A small motor drives it. CLOSE SHOT of the box.
Mark is spooling up the film as it comes off the drier.
Once or twice he can't help glancing at an image.

CLOSE UP of Vivian's face, in the image.

Mark stops the motor and the drum, loosens the end of the
film, spools up with a snap, slides the spool off and
hurries out with it.

Mark hurries to his projector, threads the film and starts
the projector. He flicks it on, as if it were a gramophone,
then looks eagerly at the 16mm screen.

Behind him something moves in the shadows

REVERSE SHOT of Mark.

Over the shoulder of someone who is standing deep in the
shadows WE SEE Mark. His head obscures what he is watching
on the screen.

HE TURNS ROUND SUDDENLY -

From Mark's POV WE SEE the processing sinks deep in shadow.
He starts to move towards them, then suddenly stares at
the shadows at the back of the room.

Silence - except for the whirring of the 16mm projector.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark's hand - switching on the light. Mark
turns round... he is as astonished at what he sees as he
can be.

CAMERA PANS in its own good time to the back of the room.

Mrs. Stephens is standing in the shadows... a heavy hand
rests on a heavy stick... the sightless eyes stare
unerringly towards the light switch.

MRS. STEPHENS
Good evening, Mark...

MARK
...how did you?

MRS. STEPHENS
The young man bathing himself
brought me to your door... I managed
the rest of the adventure alone...

He stands motionless, staring at her standing motionless.
Above her head an ancient, half-blind camera also stares
at her. The only movement in the room is her smile.

MRS. STEPHENS
This is one room I expected to
find locked.

MARK
I was never allowed a key..., can't
get used to them.

Mrs. Stephens' sightless eyes stare at him.

MARK
I brought her home early.

CLOSE SHOT of her hand - tightening on the heavy stick.

MRS. STEPHENS
Thank you...

MARK
Is there something you...

MRS. STEPHENS
... a talk.

MARK
Next door would be more...

MRS. STEPHENS
I'm at home here... I visit this
room every night.

MARK
Visit?

MRS. STEPHENS
The blind always live in the rooms
they live under...

Mark nods.

MRS. STEPHENS
Every night you pace for hours
above my head! Why?

MARK
I've no one to talk to... in the
rooms I live over...

Mrs. Stephens nods. Her hand touches the black cloth loading
bag, lying on the table.

MRS. STEPHENS
I'm told that you stare too much...
so do I.

CLOSE SHOT of her hand - touching the black cloth bag.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark - walking slowly towards her.

At once she raises the heavy stick - pointing it towards
him.

CLOSE SHOT of the stick. It is a shooting stick - with a
sharp spike on the end of it, similar to the tripod on
Mark's camera.

Mark stares at the stick, fascinated.

CLOSE SHOT of Mrs. Stephens - exploring the inside of the
black cloth bag with her free hand.

MRS. STEPHENS
Cloth... with something hard inside
it...

MARK
It's a changing bag... we put films
in it - so that the light won't
spoil them...

MRS. STEPHENS
How odd - that the light can spoil
anything...

The screen greys out.

In Mrs. Stephens' own dark-room we hear the hum of Mark's
projector - and the pounding of Mark's heart - and, very
faintly, the sounds of Tony bathing himself.

MRS. STEPHENS
Every night you switch on that
film machine.

We hear his tiny intake of breath.

MRS. STEPHENS
What are these films you can't
wait to look at?

The sound of his footsteps softly approaching. Like a
chair?

MARK (O.S.)
Like a chair?

MRS. STEPHENS (O.S.)
What is the film you're showing
now?

Very faintly we hear Tony singing in his bath.

FADE IN:

The singing dies away, and the sound returns to normal.

Over Mark's shoulder WE SEE Mrs. Stephens holding her stick
in front of her.

MRS. STEPHENS
Why don't you lie to me? I'd never
know...

MARK
You'd know at once -

Mrs. Stephens smiles - then turns her head towards the
16mm screen.

MRS. STEPHENS
Take me to your cinema.

MARK
Yes.

He takes her arm gently and guides her towards us.

Both of them stare at the 16mm screen... She leans forward -
her face only inches from the screen - the light from the
projector flickering on to her.

REVERSE ANGLE SHOT of Mrs. Stephens. Slowly she stretches
out her hands and touches the screen.

MRS. STEPHENS
What am I seeing, Mark?

Her head and shoulders blot out most of the screen - but
between her outspread fingers WE CATCH A GLIMPSE of a girl's
terrified eyes.

MRS. STEPHENS
Why don't you answer?

CLOSE SHOT of Mark and Mrs. Stephens.

MARK
(staring at the
screen)
It's no good - I was afraid it
wouldn't be.

MRS. STEPHENS
What?

MARK
The lights failed too soon.

MRS. STEPHENS
(pause)
They always do.

MARK
I'll have to try again.

He hurries to his cine-camera.

MRS. STEPHENS
I've yet to meet an artist who
could judge his own work...

Mark slips a new spool of film into his cine-camera.

MRS. STEPHENS
What do you think you've spoiled?

MARK
An opportunity... now I must find
another.

He looks at her thoughtfully, then presses a light switch.
A spotlight falls blindingly on to her eyes. He presses
another switch, and then another, until the whole of her
face is shining with light.

MRS. STEPHENS
Why are you putting those lights
on my face?

He walks towards her. She starts to back away.

The shadow of Mark's head appears on the 16mm screen. WE
SEE him raise his camera - then pull down the tripod.

Black out into the grey darkness of Mrs. Stephens' world.

WE HEAR the purring of Mark's camera - more clearly than
we have yet heard it. (There is the faint rasp of a cog
which needs oiling.) The sound of footsteps approaching...
the purring changes direction.

MRS. STEPHENS (O.S.)
Mark...

MARK (O.S.)
It's almost over...

The purring is on top of her. There is a sudden thud.

FADE IN:

Mrs. Stephens is leaning against the wall... she has dropped
her heavy stick. It lies on the floor a few feet away from
her. Mark is kneeling in front of her - the tripod firmly
on the floor. The cine-camera is pointing upwards into her
face. He peers excitedly into the viewfinder.

MARK
Please let me finish! It's for
Helen!

She edges towards her stick. He hurries forward and picks
it up. He looks at the spike on the end of it - then
carefully gives it to her by the handle. She grasps it
tightly.

MRS. STEPHENS
What do you mean? It's for Helen?

MARK
She wants to see something I've
photographed!

He returns excitedly to his camera.

MRS. STEPHENS
My daughter sees enough of my face
without photographs...

On Mark's focusing screen WE SEE the fear on her face. Her
hand trembles as she wipes away the perspiration.

MARK (O.S.)
Please... don't be frightened.

MRS. STEPHENS
Not frightened! Hot!

But it is fear that we are looking at.

MRS. STEPHENS
So put that camera away...

On the focusing screen we see her moisten her lips
nervously.

MARK
Yes!

He switches off the camera abruptly, and folds up the
tripod. He turns away without looking at her - and hurries
to the door.

CLOSE SHOT of Mrs. Stephens listening to his movements -
puzzled.

MRS. STEPHENS
In rather a hurry, aren't you?

He glances towards her.

From his POV WE SEE the fear in her eyes. He looks away at
once, staring into the darkened room.

MARK
It's late.

From her POV (shooting over her shoulder with a large CLOSE
SHOT of her ear in the foreground) WE SEE Mark standing in
the doorway - and hear, very clearly, his quick, uneasy
breathing.

MARK
You must be tired...

MRS. STEPHENS
You're anxious to get rid of me
all of a sudden.

We hear his quick intake of breath.

MRS. STEPHENS
I won't be selfish... You can take
some more pictures - if you want
to...

MARK
No... thank you.

MRS. STEPHENS
(quietly)
Why not, Mark?

MARK
Run out of film.

MRS. STEPHENS
Can't you find some - to please
Helen?

He glances towards her - then hurries into the next room.

MRS. STEPHENS
You don't trust yourself to take
any more, do you?

INT. MARK'S SITTING ROOM - NIGHT

The tapping of her stick is overlaid. Mark hurries to the
door and opens it - staring into the dimly lit passage.
Over his shoulder WE SEE her tapping her way towards him
from the dark-room.

MRS. STEPHENS
Instinct's a wonderful thing, isn't
it Mark? A pity it can't be
photographed.

Over her shoulder we follow the stick towards him.

MRS. STEPHENS
if I'd listened to it years ago, I
might have kept my sight.
(she approaches the
door)
I wouldn't have let a man operate
I had no faith in... so I'm
listening to it now...
(she puts her face
close to him)
It says all this filming isn't
healthy - and that you need help...

His face is averted... his eyes are closed.

MRS. STEPHENS
... get it, Mark... get it
quickly... and until you've got
it... I don't want you and Helen
to see each...

MARK
I'll never photograph her... I
promise you that.

MRS. STEPHENS
I'd rather you don't have the
chance.

He turns towards her - a small boy who suddenly understands
what contagious means...

MRS. STEPHENS
I mean it, Mark. And if you don't
listen to me... one of us will
move from this house - which would
be a pity, because we'd never find
a cheaper...

MARK
You'll never have to move... because
of me... I promise you.

MRS. STEPHENS
Good boy.
(she takes his hand)
The stairs are the difficult part...

They go into the passage.

INT. PASSAGE - NIGHT

He guides her gently down the stairs. Over their shoulders
WE CAN SEE the door of Helen's room.

MRS. STEPHENS
Far enough, Mark...

He stares at Helen's room - then looks quickly away.
Suddenly she raises her hands - and runs them gently over
his face...

MARK
taking my picture?

MRS. STEPHENS
Yes ...

We can see his eyes through her outstretched fingers.

MARK
It's been a long time... since
anyone did...

MRS. STEPHENS
Mark... what's troubling you?

MARK
Good night, Mrs. Stephens.

He turns away abruptly and hurries up the stairs.

MRS. STEPHENS
...you'll have to!

She looks towards Helen's room - then turns slowly towards
her own.

HIGH ANGLE SHOT of Mrs. Stephens opening the door of her
room - and Mark opening the door of his.

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of a bottle of whisky standing by a bedside.

INT. MRS. STEPHENS' BEDROOM - NIGHT

She is lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. WE HEAR
footsteps moving overhead.

CAMERA PANS to the window. It is dark.

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of the same bottle of whisky - now almost empty.
Mrs. Stephens' heavy breathing is overlaid.

CAMERA PANS to the window. It is daybreak.

The footsteps are still moving about above; things are
being dragged across the floor.

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of Helen in a dressing-gown looking out of a
window.

INT. HELEN'S ROOM - MORNING

From Helen's POV WE SEE Mark hurrying down the street, his
camera over his shoulder.

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of the Inspector looking out of a window.

INT. DON JARVIS' OFFICE. MORNING

From his POV WE SEE Mark hurrying along the studio
quadrangle, his camera over his shoulder. He is one of a
crowd of people scurrying towards their jobs. Camera pulls
back - Don Jarvis is seated at his desk.

Arthur Baden and the Chief Publicity Man are seated in
front of him. The Sergeant stands by the door.

JARVIS
Have you any suspicions, Chief
Inspector?

INSPECTOR
It could be any of them...

SERGEANT
That's the trouble with film people -
they're all peculiar...
(hastily)
... present company excepted.

He catches a glare from the great man.

PUBLICITY MAN
Speaking of peculiar people.

The Inspector turns round.

PUBLICITY MAN
We've a psychiatrist coming down
today. Dr Rosen -

INSPECTOR
I know him.

PUBLICITY MAN
It's pure publicity - and I promise
he won't do any work.

INSPECTOR
What will he do?

PUBLICITY MAN
Get himself photographed... We're
telling the press he's here to
help the case - and to see if he
can spot the murderer.

SERGEANT
And the best of luck!

JARVIS
Do you object. Chief Inspector?

INSPECTOR
No...

The Publicity Man sighs with relief.

INSPECTOR
I'll be frank. I'd welcome anyone's
help... I don't know how this maniac
kills - or why he kills - or who
he'll kill next, but if he isn't
caught quickly...
(he shrugs')

BADEN
Inspector, have you convinced
yourself he's a member of my unit?

INSPECTOR
No, sir ... but a few things seem
to point to it... No one outside
your unit admits to knowing the
girl... There was a trunk all ready
for her... and with the risks he
was running, I think he'd have to
use surroundings he was familiar
with... Where is your unit now?

BADEN
Waiting for me on the set.

INSPECTOR
I'd like to watch them at their
jobs, sir. It may tell me more
than a hundred interviews.

BADEN
But, Inspector, the strain on them
is already...

JARVIS
Come now, Arthur, if that's what
the Inspector wants.

INSPECTOR
I'm afraid it is, sir... now where
could I get the best view?

BADEN
(sulkily)
On the dolly... the camera... You
can watch everyone and everything
from there... including me!

INSPECTOR
Very well, sir ... I'll become a
member of your camera crew...

BADEN
(to Don Jarvis)
... if the unions don't object!

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. STAGE

A member of the camera crew places his cine-camera and
lunch bag on a shelf. Snatches of whispered conversations
are overlaid.

VOICE 1
I hear they're making an arrest
today.

VOICE 2
hope it's D.J. It's about time
they caught up with him!

Mark turns round and walks towards the small group of people
assembled round the studio camera -

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of a book entitled The Art of Fly Fishing.

INT. CAR - DAY

Through the windscreen WE SEE the entrance to the studio.
The driver glances round at his passenger whose face is
completely obscured by the book. All WE CAN SEE is a shock
of white hair protruding above

DRIVER
We're there, Doctor.

DOCTOR
(to Sergeant on
gate)
Dr Rosen! What a pity.

He continues reading. The car enters the studio.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. STAGE E. - DAY

The (studio) camera is ready for a tracking shot. The set
is redressed as the Hat Department of the store. The
Inspector stands on the dolly, looking round with interest.

The Doctor is sitting in a chair watching everything like
an excited schoolboy. The Sergeant has positioned himself
near the sound crew.

Baden walks on to the set, his arm round Diane's shoulder.
He is talking to her softly. She keeps her eyes on the
floor; he leads her to the front of the studio camera.

BADEN
Try it, darling... We'll all be
with you.

He pats her arm reassuringly. The Chief Cameraman nods to
Mark.

From the Inspector's POV WE SEE Mark pull a tape measure
from the front of the camera and hold it to Diane's
forehead. From Mark's POV WE SEE the Inspector watching
him over the top of the studio camera. A man with a shock
of white hair is also watching him... and the Sergeant
stares at him from the other side of the set. The tape
measure in Mark's hand remains steady.

From the Inspector's POV WE SEE Mark replace the tape
measure and take up his position on a small stool by the
side of the camera.

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
(shouting)
Quiet, everyone. Let's run it!

The Doctor sneezes violently - and all heads turn towards
him.

DOCTOR
Terribly sorry.

In the nervous laughter that follows, the Assistant
Cameraman whispers to the Chief Cameraman.

ASSISTANT CAMERAMAN
That sneezer geezer's a
psychiatrist!... Heard it on the
grapevine.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark turning round to look at the Doctor - a
hint of hope in his face.

CLOSE SHOT of the Inspector following Mark's glance.

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
(shouting)
All right, everyone - let's run
it...

Over the Inspector's shoulder WE TRACK towards the
rehearsal. WE SEE Mark swing out into space on his stool,
turning the handle of the focus-puller. Diane approaches
the hat counter. The Assistant smiles at her.

DIANE
I'd like to see... that one...

The Assistant hands her a hat. Diane tries it on.

DIANE
... have you it... in red...?

ASSISTANT
Certainly, madam.

DIANE
... in... red
(suddenly she covers
her face in her
hands')
I can't! I can't, Arthur!

She bursts into tears and runs off the set. From the
Inspector's POV WE SEE Baden whisper to the Assistant
Director - then hurry after Diane.

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
Ten minutes break, everyone!

The unit dissolves into small, chattering groups. The
Assistant Director hurries up to the Doctor.

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
Can you suggest anything, Doctor?

DOCTOR
No. It looked jolly interesting to
me.

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
I mean to help her
psychologically...

DOCTOR
Yes. Give the girl a proper rest...
Ten minutes is useless!

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
(hastily)
Thank you, Doctor.

He bustles off and the Doctor is left alone. He glances
round thoughtfully.

From the Doctor's POV WE SEE the small, chattering groups.
Then we see Mark standing a few yards away, watching him.
The Doctor smiles at him pleasantly.

DOCTOR
What's your job?

MARK
I'm a focus-puller...

DOCTOR
Oh... so am I, in a way.

MARK
I was wondering if you knew my
father - Professor Lewis...

DOCTOR
Professor... but of course I knew
him. He lectured to me.

He looks at Mark with renewed interest. So does the
Inspector.

From his POV WE SEE Mark and the Doctor talking. The Doctor
is fidgeting with his watch chain. Mark fidgets with his
jacket button. The Inspector then glances towards the Hat
Salesman, who is holding court in the comer. We return to
Mark and the Doctor.

DOCTOR
He was an extraordinary man - quite
brilliant!

MARK
You know what he was interested in
before he died?

DOCTOR
No? Tell me...

Mark puts his hands behind his back.

MARK
I don't remember what he called
it... It was something to do with
what causes people to be... peeping
Toms...

DOCTOR
Scoptophilia!... That would interest
him! A most fertile mind.

MARK
Scopto...?

DOCTOR
philia... The morbid urge to gaze...
Coined since his day... Have you
any manuscripts of his which I
could...?

MARK
He thought... it could be cured...

DOCTOR
Usually. Now about his manuscripts -

MARK
Quickly?

DOCTOR
The cure? Very quick... A couple
of years analysis - three times a
week - an hour a time - and it's
soon up-rooted...

CLOSE SHOT of Mark - his last hope gone.

DOCTOR
... if you've any of his papers on
the subject?

MARK
Yes, Doctor...

DOCTOR
I'd like to see them - I'll give
you my address, young man.

From the Sergeant's POV WE SEE the Doctor hand Mark a card,
and pat him jovially on the shoulder. The Sergeant edges
up to the Inspector.

SERGEANT
Wonder what all that's about?

INSPECTOR
We'll find out afterwards... Now,
listen... I want you to watch who
brings their own lunches... Someone
ate homemade cakes and sandwiches
by the side of those bushes - and
we may get a lead.

SERGEANT
Right, sir.

CAMERA PANS to a shelf in the comer. A lunch basket stands
next to a cine-camera.

DISSOLVE TO:

WE HEAR the Assistant Director call out:

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
We're stopping at four today - so
have a quick lunch, everyone! Back
at two sharp!

FADE IN on the lunch basket.

Overlaid is the noise of the unit dispersing. Mark picks
up his camera - then reaches for the lunch basket. An urgent
voice whispers behind him.

VOICE
Hey, Mark!

He turns round. The Clapper Boy is standing there. The
Clapper Boy glances round carefully. The Inspector and
Sergeant are wandering casually towards the door.

CLAPPER BOY
Can't wait to show you this!
(bringing out a
small postcard)
I ought to charge you!

He winks at Mark, gives him the postcard.

CLOSE SHOT of the postcard. We see Milly's face and naked
shoulders framed between Mark's hands.

CLAPPER BOY (O.S.)
You don't get that in Sight and
Sound - Isn't she terrific? Got
some more - if you're interested?

Mark hands it back.

MARK
You've given me... an idea...

CLAPPER BOY
I'll bet I have!

Mark turns towards the exit.

CLAPPER BOY
Hey! Where are you going?

MARK
Phone - may be my last chance -
and... thanks.

CLAPPER BOY
But your lunch?

MARK
You have it!

He hurries excitedly towards the exit...

CLOSE SHOT of the Clapper Boy staring at his photograph.

CLAPPER BOY
... some photograph! Well lit too!

He reaches for the lunch basket, then walks towards the
exit where the Sergeant is waiting casually.

CUT TO:

INT. CAMERA ROOM

Mark is talking at a coin-box telephone.

MARK
Can't manage Saturday, sir, but
they're letting us off early today!
This afternoon - after work - may
be my last chance!

While Mark is talking he is scribbling on a form. He has
some more pennies ready for the coin-box.

CROSS CUT TO:

INT. NEWSAGENT'S SHOP - DAY

MR. PETERS
... be here at six o'clock. Milly'll
be waiting.

MARK
Six o'clock...

MR. PETERS
On the dot, Mark, or she'll go.

MARK
I'll be there, sir.

MR. PETERS
You'd better be!

INT. CAMERA ROOM

Mark rings off. He is smiling. He puts in another 4d (Four
Pence) and dials a number. His pen is poised over the form
he is filling in.

MARK
Hallo? Is that the Public Library?
... You have a Miss Helen Stephens
employed there? Yes... can you
tell me if her name is spelt with
a V or a PH, I want to send her a
tic-PH? ... Thank you.

We see the form is a last will and testament. I, Mark
Lewis, etc., etc., leave, etc., etc., to Miss Helen Ste-
ens all my worldly goods, etc. He fills in PH.

INT. CAMERA ROOM

The door bursts open and the Clapper Boy appears.

CLAPPER BOY
They're waiting!

CUT TO:

THE SET - DAY

CLOSE SHOT of Dr. Rosen smiling.

DOCTOR ROSEN
He asked if I knew his father...
which I did... a brilliant man!

EXT. GROUNDS OF STUDIO - DAY

The Inspector and Doctor are standing by the bushes where
Mark and Vivian met.

INSPECTOR
Is that all he wanted?

DOCTOR
think so... we had a little chat
about scoptophilia - and he's going
to show me...

INSPECTOR
About what?

DOCTOR
Voyeurism.

INSPECTOR
Eh?

DOCTOR
What makes people into Peeping
Toms, one of his father's subjects,
apparently.

INSPECTOR
(slowly)
Peeping Toms...

DOCTOR
An interesting boy... he has his
father's eyes... you don't suspect
him, do you?

INSPECTOR
I suspect 'em all - what about
you?

DOCTOR
I'm interested in that chap with
the bald head and hatchet face...
there's something on his mind!

INSPECTOR
No wonder... he's the director!

He turns away thoughtfully.

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of Mark glancing impatiently at his watch.

INT. STUDIO - DAY

CLOSE SHOT of Baden glancing at his watch... He whispers
to the Assistant Director.

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
All right, everyone. This is the
last shot... Make it a good one!

CAMERA PANS to a comer of the studio. The Inspector and
Sergeant stand in the shadows.

INSPECTOR
(quietly)
Got your list, Sergeant?

SERGEANT
(he produces if)
YES, SIR.

INSPECTOR
I want to see how some of them
spend their spare time...

SERGEANT
Which ones, sir?

INSPECTOR
Exactly, Sergeant...
(he looks round
thoughtfully)
... which ones?

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of sign: PUBLIC LIBRARY.

EXT. PUBLIC LIBRARY - DAY

LONG SHOT of very modern, glass-walled building. Helen
comes out with a manuscript in a parcel under her arm.

EXT. PUBLIC LIBRARY - DAY

Mark watches her. Beyond him stands an insignificant-looking
man in a raincoat.

EXT. LIBRARY

Helen looks at her watch.

EXT. LIBRARY

Mark looks at his.

INSERT: 5.45.

EXT. LIBRARY

Helen hurries homeward.

EXT. LIBRARY

Mark slowly turns his back and walks away, gradually
gathering speed. The man in the raincoat follows him.

EXT. NEWSAGENT'S SHOP. LATE AFTERNOON

Mark hurries towards the shop... ahead of him a street
clock stands at just on six. Mark unslings his cine-camera
and photographs this clock... then he hurries into the
shop.

The man in the raincoat walks into camera. He looks at the
clock, puzzled, then glances at the newsagent's window. He
gazes with interest at Mark's photograph of Milly, then
walks thoughtfully down the street.

All the clocks in the kingdom chime the hour of six.

INT. NEWSAGENT'S SHOP - LATE AFTERNOON

Mr. Peters is behind the counter.

MR. PETERS
Don't make a habit of this!

MARK
I won't, sir.

MR. PETERS
Milly's upstairs.

MARK
Right, sir.

He turns to the door.

MR. PETERS
I've got to go out... If you finish
before I'm back, lock up and put
this through the letter-box...
(he holds out a key)

CLOSE SHOT of Mark staring at the key.

MR. PETERS
What's the matter? Haven't you
ever seen a key before?

Mark takes the key. He starts to smile.

MR. PETERS
The till will be empty - if that's
what you're smiling about.

Mark turns to the door.

MR. PETERS
You know what I want now! No fancy
stuff...

Mark goes into the inner room; he is still smiling.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. NEWSAGENT'S SHOP - LATE AFTERNOON

From the opposite side of the street, we see Mr. Peters
locking the door of the shop, and hurrying down the road.
The man in the raincoat watches him, puzzled.

CLOSE SHOT of Milly - very angry, in a dressing-gown.

MILLY
You've spoiled my whole evening,
you have!

INT. NEWSAGENT'S STUDIO - LATE AFTERNOON

Mark closes the door behind him.

MARK
Sorry, Milly.

MILLY
What's the idea?

MARK
I shan't be here tomorrow.
(he hurries to the
window)

MILLY
Why? Going on manoeuvres with the
boy scouts?

He starts to draw the curtains - and stops suddenly. Over
his shoulder WE SEE the man in the raincoat standing on
the opposite side of the street.

MARK
I thought so!

Mark raises his cine-camera and carefully photographs the
Detective through a chink in the curtains.

MILLY
Have you gone absolutely...

MARK
I'm just... completing a
documentary.

MILLY
You're a document and a half, you
are. Is it safe to be alone with
you?

He draws the curtains - and turns round.

MILLY
... might be more fun if it
wasn't...

He turns round and walks slowly - and a little sadly -
towards her

BLACK OUT: The screen remains dark for a moment.

FADE TO:

AN HOUR LATER - EARLY EVENING

From the Detective's POV, WE SEE the chink of light between
the curtains of a window above the newsagent's shop go
out. CAMERA TRACKS TOWARDS the door of the shop. Mark comes
out, his cine-camera over his shoulder. He has a key in
his hand. He closes the door of the shop... then looks at
the key. He fits it into the lock - then slips it through
the letter-box. He turns and hails a taxi.

CLOSE SHOT of the Detective. He looks at the shop,
hesitates, decides to follow Mark - hails another cab.

EXT.STREET

Mark gets into his taxi. As the driver pulls down the
flag...

CUT TO:

Mrs. Stephens' head falling on to her chest.

INT. MRS. STEPHENS' BEDROOM - EARLY EVENING

She is lying in bed - completely drunk - snoring lustily.
A hand smooths her forehead.

CAMERA PULLS BACK

Helen is leaning over the bed. She has her coat on.

HELEN
Darling...

She shakes her mother's shoulders. Mrs. Stephens snores
on.

HELEN
Darling.

She shakes her again but it is hopeless. Helen pulls the
bedclothes round her mother, then turns away. She picks up
a large envelope and her handbag, and hurries to the door.

INT. PASSAGE. MARK'S HOUSE - EARLY EVENING

Helen walks towards the stairs. The door of Tony's room
opens, and he pokes his head round.

TONY
Hallo.

HELEN
Hallo, Tony...

TONY
Where are you going?

HELEN
To leave something for Mark...

TONY
You haven't much time for me these
days.

HELEN
Tony...

TONY
It's all right - I'll be here - if
you want me.
(he turns to his
room)
... by the way... your mother was
yelling out something before you
came in... about Mark photographing
her.

HELEN
Photographing Mother? You must be
mistaken!

TONY
Of course. See you sometime.

He goes into his room, closing the door. She stares after
him for a moment, then hurries up the stairs.

INT. PASSAGE BY MARK'S ROOM - DAY

Helen knocks on the door.

HELEN
Mark...?

No answer. She knocks again, then opens the door and goes
inside.

INT. MARK'S SITTING ROOM - EARLY EVENING

Helen enters and glances towards the door of the dark-room.

HELEN
Mark? No answer. She looks
thoughtfully at the envelope in
her hand - then goes in to the
dark-room.

INT. MARK'S DARK-ROOM

Helen fumbles for a switch... she finds one and presses
it. A spotlight falls on Mark's projector, throwing its
shadow on to the dazzling white screen. Helen smiles, and
walks towards the projector.

EXT. HOUSE - DAY

Taxi arrives and Mark gets out.

INT. POLICE PHONE BOOTH - EARLY EVENING

DETECTIVE
... don't know what to make of it,
sir ... He went to a library, a
solicitor's office, and a
newsagent's shop - private
photography there, if you ask me.
Shall I hang around outside the
house, sir? Don't think so,
either... All right, sir, I'll
give you the details when I get
back... Bye, sir.
(he replaces the
receiver)

CLOSE SHOT of Helen. She is standing by the projector,
holding her envelope thoughtfully.

INT. MARK'S DARK-ROOM

She smiles suddenly and opens her envelope. She takes out
a bound manuscript. We see a label on the manuscript: The
Magic Camera by Helen Stephens. She takes a pencil from
her pocket, and opens the manuscript. Then she sits at
Mark's table and writes a note on the flyleaf. The projector
is at her elbow.

DISSOLVE TO:

A telephone by a man's elbow. It rings.

INT. SCOTLAND YARD - EVENING

The Chief Inspector snatches up the telephone.

CHIEF INSPECTOR
Chief Inspector Gregg! What? Put
him on the line...

CROSS CUT TO:

Mr. Peters - looking very sick - on the telephone.

MR. PETERS
went up to look around - found
her.

CLOSE SHOT of the Chief Inspector.

CHIEF INSPECTOR
Yes, yes... What's the address?
... Newsagent's shop? ... Did you
say news...?

He slams down the receiver, and jumps to his feet.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ROAD - EVENING

An empty taxi cruising down the street. It passes the
Detective in the raincoat walking away from Mark's house.

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of a note on a flyleaf which reads 'From one
Magic Camera - which needs the help of Another'.

INT. MARK'S DARK-ROOM - NIGHT

Helen closes the manuscript and lays it carefully by the
side of the projector. She turns to leave - then looks
curiously at the projector.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen - hesitating. Like a small girl in
front of her mother's make-up box, she touches the projector
tentatively, hesitates again, then presses a switch. A
beam of light shoots out. We watch Helen's face as she
looks at the screen. Nothing seems wrong for a few seconds -
then something starts to happen to the comers of her
mouth... and then her eyes become locked... and cannot
stop watching. Some kind of sound comes from the back of
her throat. Her hands dig into the table and she tries to
stand up. She cannot manage it the first time - and keeps
on watching, then, like a child waking from a nightmare,
she jerks herself away from the table, and stumbles towards
the door.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark standing there - watching her.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen staring at him... again we hear that
sound from the back of her throat. He looks away from her
at once.

MARK
Don't let me see you...
frightened...
(he pushes the door
wide open...)
Leave!
(he looks at her -
then looks quickly
away)
Hurry, Helen!

HELEN
Not...

MARK
Leave!

HELEN
Not...
(she turns away
from him and forces
the words out)
... till I know...

MARK
Now!

She stands with her back to him. From REVERSE ANGLE we see
her struggling for breath. Over her shoulder WE SEE him
staring at the 16mm screen.

HELEN
That film...

Over her shoulder we see him hurry towards the projector.

HELEN
That film...

The sound of him switching it off.

HELEN
... is ... just a film...

She wheels round towards him.

HELEN
... isn't it?

From REVERSE ANGLE we see her looking at him.

HELEN
... horrible ... horrible... but...
just a film... isn't it?

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK
No...
(he walks towards
the door)
I killed them...
(he locks the door
with a hint of
sadness)
And now that you know... I want
you with me... a while.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen not enough breath to scream... hardly
enough to breathe.

MARK
You'll be safe - as long as I can't
see you frightened - so stand in
the shadows, Helen... please...

She stands motionless.

MARK
... please...

From her POV WE SEE him standing in front of the door,
looking ahead of him. She backs slowly away into the shadows
at the back of the room.

HELEN
She's right... your mother... must
tell someone everything... sorry...
has to be you!

CLOSE SHOT of Helen standing in the shadows where her mother
stood.

HELEN
This was his laboratory... and you
know some of what he did... but
not all.

The room is suddenly filled with the terrified screaming
of a small boy. Helen wheels round. The screaming seems to
be coming from the walls. Mark's hand is on a switch - one
of a number on a panel.

MARK
... aged five...

He presses another switch. There is a click, and the
screaming stops, to be replaced by a low sobbing.

MARK
... aged seven...

He presses another switch. There is a moment's silence.

MARK
All the rooms were wired for
sound... and... still are.

WE SUDDENLY HEAR the ticking of a clock.

MARK
Your room.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen - listening.

MARK
Your mother's .

The click of a switch - and we hear a loud snoring.

MARK
Tony's.

The click of a switch - and we hear Tony's voice.

TONY (O.S.)
No one will come in... honestly,
darling...

GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)
I don't care!

TONY
But darling...

GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)
Stop it, Tony!

Mark listens with interest.

HELEN
(quietly)
Turn it off!

He does so - at once. She walks towards him. He turns away
from her.

HELEN
Look at me, Mark!

MARK
Not if you're frightened...

HELEN
Look at me!

Slowly he faces her.

HELEN
What did you do... to those girls?

MARK
No.

HELEN
What did you do, Mark...?

He tries to turn away - but she follows him.

HELEN
If you want to torment me... for
the rest of my life... then make
me imagine!

CLOSE SHOT of Mark - his eyes closed.

HELEN
What did you do ... to those girls?

MARK
Can't...

HELEN
Show me, Mark...

MARK
But if you're frightened...

HELEN
Show me - or I'll remain
frightened... for the rest of my
life. Show me!

He turns to his cine-camera, and picks it up. He releases
the tripod.

CAMERA HOLDS on Helen. She stands very still against the
wall. Mark's voice is overlaid.

MARK (O.S.)
Do you know... what the most
frightening thing in the world
is?...

She is looking at something, puzzled.

MARK
It's fear.

The sound of his footsteps approaching...

MARK
So I did something... very simple...

WE SEE a look of fear spring into her eyes.

MARK
Very simple.

WE SEE the spike approaching her throat... but she is
looking at something else.

MARK
When they felt the spike... touching
their throats... and knew I was
going to kill them...

The spike is touching her throat.

MARK
... I made them - watch their own
deaths!

CLOSE SHOT of Helen's face several times its natural size.
She is looking at herself in a large circular magnifying
mirror which has been fitted over the camera's face. The
mirror entirely obscures both Mark and the camera. There
is a small hole in the mirror through which the lens of
the camera winks. As Helen looks at her terrified distorted
face this small hole gives her an extra eye in the middle
of her forehead.

MARK
Made them see their own terror as
the spike went in... and if death
has a face, they saw that too!

CLOSE SHOT of Mark - crouching behind the mirror, sweat
pouring down his forehead... his finger on the trigger of
the camera.

MARK
Not you! Not you! I'll never
photograph you! I promised - I
promised - Not you!

Helen's eyes are closed. The spike is still touching her
throat.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark his face turned away from the
viewfinder.

HELEN
... frightened ... for you...

There's the sound of a car pulling up. He hurries to the
other room.

EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT

The Police arrive: three cars. Mark appears at an upstairs
window with his camera.

SERGEANT
Look out!

He thinks Mark has a gun. They all duck. Mark raises his
camera and photographs them. The Police recover and charge
for the house. Mark disappears.

INT. DARK-ROOM - NIGHT

Mark hurries back into the room carrying his camera. He
knows exactly what he has to do.

HELEN
Mark! Mark! Give yourself up!

MARK
I've been ready for this... for
such a long time...

Rapidly he fixes his camera on to a hook on the wall. Then
he adjusts the tripod so that the spikes protrude towards
him...

HELEN
What are you...

MARK
It'll be all right.

He makes chalk marks on the floor in front of the camera,
then switches on all the floodlights. WE CAN HEAR the
Policemen pounding on the door.

MARK
I can beat that!

He crosses to a switch - presses it. The room is filled
with a small boy's screaming.

HELEN
Give yourself up... Mark!

He stands next to her, and looks at his long array of
cameras. WE SEE that each one of them has been fitted with
a small metal disc (a delayed release), and that some of
the older cameras have flashlights attached.

MARK
Watch them, Helen... Watch them
say goodbye - one by one -
(he presses a master
switch on the wait)
I've timed this... so often...

Slowly he walks past his cameras. As he does, the metallic
disc on each one explodes with a little plop - and the eye
of each camera winks once as if in salute. Some go off
with flashlights on either side of the room. The sound of
footsteps hurrying up the stairs.

Ahead of Mark - coming steadily closer are the spikes of
the tripod. The mirror on the cine-camera reflects the
approach - and Helen's terrified face.

HELEN
No - No!

The child's screaming reaches its peak as Mark approaches
the spikes... Ahead of him, on the small table where his
projector stands, is Helen's book The Magic Camera.

MARK
I wish... I could have found your
faces for you...

The Policemen are now rattling on the dark-room door.

MARK
Helen - I'm afraid!

We see his face, terrified, in the magnifying mirror. The
spikes are against his throat. The eye of the camera is
winking rapidly.

MARK
I'm glad I'm afraid!

Heavy shoulders are pressing against the dark-room door...
as it breaks in, Mark lunges forward against the spikes.
The cine-camera is wrenched away from the wall as he falls
back. He crashes against the small table, which falls over.
He is not parted from his camera - it is fixed to him by
the tripod, and falls back with him, covering his face
like a canopy. WE SEE his face in the lens of the cine-
camera. and WE SEE his hand - lying limp on the cover of
The Magic Camera.

The Policemen hurry into the room. They stare motionless
at what they see.

CLOSE SHOT of Helen - her face buried in her hands.

The child's screaming stops suddenly... and in the absolute
silence which follows WE HEAR the voice of Mark's father:

FATHER'S VOICE (O.S.)
Don't be a silly boy... there's
nothing to be afraid of...

And a small voice answers.

CHILD'S VOICE (O.S.)
Good night, Daddy...

The spotlights begin to dim... The dazzling white of the
16mm screen fades slowly into greyness...

The room is filled with the gentle breathing of a small
child.

FADE OUT:

THE END

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