MUSICAL, FANTASIA, CRÍTICA DE CAMINHOS DA FLORESTA
FADE UP
Grey clouds of an early
morning sky.
BAKER (V.O.)
Once upon a time, in a far off kingdom, there
lay a small village at the edge of the woods...
Suddenly,
the WELL-WORN BOOT of Cinderella steps into the frame and lands on what we
thought was the sky, but in fact is simply its reflection in a puddle of water.
A strong CHORD accents the splash and we begin a musical vamp.
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[EXT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE – DAYBREAK]
CLOSE-UP
on CINDERELLA’S dirty hand as it reaches down to gather kindling.
CINDERELLA (O.S.)
I WISH...
BAKER (V.O.)
And in this village...
CLOSE-UP
on a bead of sweat as it trickles from her brow, the same hand entering the
frame to
wipe it.
CINDERELLA (O.S.)
MORE THAN ANYTHING...
BAKER (V.O.)
... lived a young maiden...
ANGLE ON CINDERELLA
A pretty (and filthy) young woman, who finishes mopping her brow and
trudges towards the back of a large house, the kindling under her arm.
CINDERELLA
MORE THAN LIFE...
MORE THAN JEWELS...
[EXT. JACK’S FARMHOUSE – DAY]
CLOSE-UP
on JACK’S calloused hands as he pulls on a rope.
BAKER(V.O.)
... a care-free young
lad...
ANGLE ON JACK
A
spaced-out twelve year-old who is trying to pull his bony cow MILKY-WHITE
towards his dilapidated cottage.
JACK
I WISH...
MORE THAN LIFE...
[INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE – DAY]
CLOSE-UP
on a heavy sack of flour being lifted by the WIFE
BAKER (V.O.)
... and a childless
baker...
ANGLE ON THE BAKER AND HIS WIFE
Hard-working
and honest, he is kneading the dough which she then takes and puts in the oven.
BAKER/WIFE
I WISH...
BAKER (V.O.)
... with his Wife
BAKER
MORE THAN ANYTHING...
WIFE
MORE THAN THE MOON...
BAKER/WIFE
I WISH...
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[INT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
CINDERELLA]
CINDERELLA is grabbing
wood in her arms for the fireplace
CINDERELLA
THE KING IS GIVING A
FESTIVAL.
BAKER/WIFE (V.O.)
MORE THAN LIFE...
[INT. JACK’S FARMHOUSE – DAY]
Inside
the tiny cottage, the COW stands bewildered as JACK tries to milk her without
success.
JACK (to Milky-White)
I WISH...
CINDERELLA (V.O.)
I WISH TO GO TO THE
FESTIVAL.
BAKER/WIFE (V.O.)
MORE THAN RICHES...
CINDERELLA (V.O.)
AND THE BALL...
JACK
I WISH MY COW WOULD GIVE US
SOME MILK.
[INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE – DAY]
WIFE/CINDERELLA
MORE THAN ANYTHING...
The BAKER takes bread
from the oven.
BAKER
I WISH WE HAD A CHILD.
JACK (V.O.)
PLEASE, PAL.
WIFE
I WANT A CHILD.
JACK (V.O.)
SQUEEZE, PAL...
[INT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY CINDERELLA]
scrubs a huge pot.
CINDERELLA
I WISH TO GO TO THE
FESTIVAL.
JACK BAKER/WIFE
I WISH YOU’D GIVE US SOME I WISH WE MIGHT HAVE A CHILD. MILK OR EVEN
CHEESE...
ALL
I WISH...
[INT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE - KITCHEN – DAY]
CINDERELLA’S
STEPMOTHER moves towards her threateningly.
CINDERELLA’S STEPMOTHER dressed in a robe, her
blonde hair rolled in rags, carries herself with an air of disgust; like a
medieval Orange County housewife.
STEPMOTHER
YOU WISH TO GO TO THE
FESTIVAL?
BAKER (V.O)
The poor girl’s parents had
died
Her two
daughters, also blonde, FLORINDA and
LUCINDA, appear on the stairwell.
They’re junior versions of Mom.
STEPMOTHER
YOU, CINDERELLA, THE
FESTIVAL?/
YOU WISH TO GO TO THE
FESTIVAL?
FLORINDA and LUCINDA
move to join their MOTHER.
STEPSISTERS(overlapping)
YOU,
CINDERELLA, THE FESTIVAL? FESTIVAL?
STEPMOTHER/STEPSISTERS
THE FESTIVAL?!/ THE KING’S
FESTIVAL!?
BAKER (V.O.)
And now she lived with her stepmother...
STEPMOTHER
THE FESTIVAL?!!!
BAKER (V.O.)
...who had two daughters of
her own.
FLORINDA
LOOK AT YOUR NAILS!
LUCINDA (pulling on her)
LOOK AT YOUR DRESS!
STEPMOTHER
PEOPLE WOULD LAUGH AT YOU!
CINDERELLA
NEVERTHELESS
STEPMOTHER/STEPSISTERS/CINDERELLA
SHE/YOU/I STILL WANT(S)/
WISH TO GO THE
FESTIVAL AND DANCE BEFORE
THE PRINCE?!
The STEPMOTHER and the STEPSISTERS
roar in derision.
BAKER (V.O.)
All three were beautiful of face, but vile
and black of heart.
[EXT. JACK’S FARMHOUSE – DAY]
JACK’S MOTHER,
bedraggled, takes in the laundry.
BAKER (V.O.)
The young lad had no
father, and his mother.
JACK’S MOTHER
I WISH...
BAKER (V.O.)
Well, she was at her wit’s
end.
JACK’S MOTHER
I WISH MY SON WERE NOT A FOOL./ I WISH MY
HOUSE WAS
NOT A MESS./ I WISH THE COW WAS FULL OF MILK./ I WISH THE
WALLS WAS FULL OF GOLD./ I WISH A LOT OF THINGS
NOT A MESS./ I WISH THE COW WAS FULL OF MILK./ I WISH THE
WALLS WAS FULL OF GOLD./ I WISH A LOT OF THINGS
[INT. JACK’S FARMHOUSE - DAY – CONTINUOUS]
tracks when she sees
the cow.
JACK’S MOTHER
What in
heaven’s name are you doing
with the
cow inside the house?
JACK
I
thought if he was nice and warm
he might
produce some milk.
JACK’S MOTHER
It’s a
she! How many times must
I tell
you? Only shes can give milk!
[INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE – DAY]
The
BAKER and his WIFE are scurrying about the kitchen.
BAKER (V.O.)
And then
there was a hungry little
girl who
always wore a red cape...
The
BAKER turns to see a small hand rise up and snatch one of the BUNS off the
counter.
BAKER
Hey!
The
BAKER swiftly comes around the counter where a small, plump young girl in a red
cape, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD studies
the goodies.
LRRH
I WISH./ IT’S NOT FOR ME,/ IT’S FOR MY GRANNY
IN THE WOODS./ A LOAF OF BREAD, PLEASE,/ TO BRING MY POOR OLD HUNGRY/ GRANNY IN
THE WOODS.../ JUST A LOAF OF BREAD, PLEASE.
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The
STEPSISTERS are still laughing at CINDERELLA. The STEPMOTHER looks around the
room and sees a large bowl of lentils. She walks over, picks it up and
violently flings the bowl towards CINDERELLA strewing the beans across the room
and into the fireplace.
STEPMOTHER(cheery)
Cinderella, if you can pick up these lentils,
and finish your chores in time, then you may go to the ball with us.(to her DAUGHTERS) Come along, ladies...
STEPSISTERS
Yes, Mother.
LUCINDA
Good luck!
They
sweep out of the room giggling.
BACK ON
CINDERELLA. She stands forlornly, studying the mess that awaits her. She closes
her eyes and begins to gently sway as if going into a trance.
CINDERELLA
COME
LITTLE BIRDS,/ DOWN FROM THE EAVES/ AND THE LEAVES,/ OVER FIELDS,/ OUT OF
CASTLES AND PONDS.../ AHHHHH...
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[INT. JACK’S FARMHOUSE – DAY]
JACK is trying to milk
the COW as his MOTHER looks on dubiously.
JACK
NO, SQUEEZE, PAL ...
JACK’S
MOTHER hears the loud squalling of birds and runs to the window, sticking her head
out.
JACK’S MOTHER’S (POV)
Birds flying en masse
over their house.
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[EXT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE – DAY]
We see the BIRDS
swarming and flying down the chimney.
[INT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE - KITCHEN – DAY]
CINDERELLA opens her
eyes to greet the birds that now surround her.
CINDERELLA
QUICK, LITTLE BIRDS,/ FLICK THROUGH THE
ASHES./ PICK AND PECK, BUT SWIFTLY,/ SIFT THROUGH THE ASHES./ INTO THE POT...
The BIRDS spread out
and begin their task.
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[EXT. JACK’S FARMHOUSE – DAY]
JACK sits atop MILKY-WHITE as if she were a
horse, his arm WHIRLING as he releases a sling and sends a STONE hurtling
towards a TIN CUP on top of the door frame. There is a loud “CLANG”.
JACK
Bullseye!
JACK’S
MOTHER was just exiting the house. The CUP falls down, narrowly missing her.
JACK’S MOTHER
What are you doing? Stop
your pretending!
She
grabs JACK’S sling and pulls him away from the COW.
JACK’S MOTHER (CONT’D)
Now listen to me well, son.
Milky-White must be taken
to market.
JACK
Mother, no he’s the best
cow in the world!
JACK’S MOTHER
Was. She’s been dry for
weeks. We’ve no
food or money and no choice
but to sell her.
JACK
But Milky-White is my best
friend!
JACK’S MOTHER
Look at
her! THERE ARE BUGS ON HER DUGS./ THERE ARE FLIES IN HER EYES./ THERE’S A LUMP
ON HER RUMP/ BIG ENOUGH TO BE A HUMP!
JACK
But...
JACK’S MOTHER
WE’VE NO TIME TO SIT AND DITHER/ WHILE HER
WITHERS WITHER WITH HER./ AND NO ONE KEEPS A COW FOR A FRIEND! Sometimes I
wonder what’s going on in that head of yours.
[INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE – DAY]
LRRH
gives the BAKER a coin as his WIFE looks on adoringly. She loves having the
little girl here. The Baker, not so much.
LRRH
INTO THE WOODS, IT’S TIME TO GO,/ I HATE TO
LEAVE, I HAVE TO, THOUGH./ INTO THE WOODS, IT’S TIME, AND SO/ I MUST BEGIN MY
JOURNEY.
LRRH
tries to catch a loaf of bread in the bowl, but the BAKER don’t let her.
BAKER
Ah ah ah!
The
WIFE take the bowl and offers LRRH a bun, and the BAKER tries to catch it from
LRRH
LRRH
INTO THE WOODS AND THROUGH THE TREES/ TO
WHERE I AM EXPECTED, MA’AM,/ INTO THE WOODS TO GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE...
She shoves the entire
bun into her mouth.
LRRH (CONT’D)
(with her mouth full) INTO
THE WOODS TO
GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE...
WIFE
(to BAKER) Stop it!
BAKER
I just...
WIFE
(to LRRH) You’re certain of your way?
As LRRH sings, she
begins to help herself to all the buns she can lay her hands on.
LRRH
THE WAY IS CLEAR,/ THE LIGHT IS GOOD,/ I HAVE
NO FEAR,/ NOR NO ONE SHOULD./ THE WOODS ARE JUST TREES,/ THE TREESARE JUST WOOD./(to
the Wife) I SORT OF HATE TO ASK IT,/ BUT DO YOU HAVE A BASKET?
The WIFE reaches for a
basket, while the BAKER tries to wrest away a bun or two from the girl.
BAKER
I don’t suppose you’re
planning
on buying any of these?
The WIFE gives the
BAKER a look, then hands LRRH a basket.
WIFE
Oh shiii... Now, don’t
stray and be late!
BAKER
And you might save some of
those sweets for Granny.
LRRH
quickly catch one of the cookie and run away
BAKER
Oh my...
WIFE
Leave!
BAKER
She’s a thief!
[EXT. THE VILLAGE -
DAY - MOMENTS LATER]
The
BAKER, and his WIFE are in front of their shop, watching as LRRH skips down the
lane.
LRRH
(to herself) INTO THE WOODS AND DOWN THE
DELL,/ THE PATH IS STRAIGHT, I KNOW IT WELL./ INTO THE WOODS, AND WHO CAN TELL/
WHAT’S WAITING ON THE JOURNEY?/ INTO THE WOODS TO BRING SOME BREAD/ TO GRANNY
WHO IS SICK IN BED./ NEVER CAN TELL WHAT LIES AHEAD,/ FOR ALL THAT I KNOW,
SHE’S ALREADY DEAD.
Her path takes her
through an ancient GRAVEYARD and on towards the forest’s edge.
LRRH (CONT’D)
BUT INTO THE WOODS,/ INTO THE WOODS,/INTO THE
WOODS/ TO GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE/ AND HOME BEFORE DARK!
[INT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE - KITCHEN – DAY]
The BIRDS are dropping
the last of the lentils into the pot.
LUCINDA (O.S.)
Cinderella!
FLORINDA (O.S.)
Get up here!
CINDERELLA
FLY BIRDS,/ BACK TO THE
SKY,/
The BIRDS begin to make
their way out through the fireplace and windows as CINDERELLA sings her
incantation.
LUCINDA (O.S.)
We are waiting!
CINDERELLA
BACK TO THE EAVES/ AND THE
LEAVES/ AND
THE FIELDS/ AND THE...
[INT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE - DRESSING ROOM – DAY]
A room
of mirrors. LUCINDA and FLORINDA, dressed in their ball gowns, study themselves
side by side, reflected over and over. CINDERELLA enters through a mirrored
door, breaking the image.
FLORINDA
HURRY UP AND DO MY HAIR, CINDERELLA! ARE YOU
REALLY WEARING THAT?
LUCINDA
(pointing to her sleeve) HERE, I FOUND A
LITTLE TEAR, CINDERELLA! CAN’T YOU HIDE IT WITH A HAT?
CINDERELLA
grabs a stool and brings it next to FLORINDA.
CINDERELLA
YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL.
She
stands on the stool and begins fixing FLORINDA’S hair.
FLORINDA
I know.
LUCINDA
She means me.
FLORINDA
No, she didn’t!
The two STEPSISTERS
bicker as CINDERELLA brushes and twists their hair into tight curls:
CINDERELLA(internal)
MOTHER SAID BE GOOD,/ FATHER SAID BE NICE,/
THAT WAS ALWAYS THEIR ADVICE./ SO BE
NICE, CINDERELLA,/ GOOD, CINDERELLA,/
NICE GOOD GOOD NICE...
FLORINDA
Tighter!
CINDERELLA
obliges and becomes more aggressive with the hair styling, her emotions
building as she thinks to herself
CINDERELLA
WHAT’S THE GOOD OF BEING GOOD/ IF EVERYONE IS
BLIND/ ALWAYS LEAVING YOU BEHIND?/ NEVER MIND, CINDERELLA,/ KIND CINDERELLA/
NICE GOOD NICE KIND GOOD NICE...
FLORINDA
screams, bringing CINDERELLA back to reality.
FLORINDA
Ow! Not that tight! Clod!
She
reels around and smacks CINDERELLA who falls down on the floor and the
STEPSISTERS giggle and snort.
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[INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE - DAY – LATER]
BAKER
Who might that be?
WIFE(calling out)
We’ve sold our last loaf of
bread!
The
BAKER opens the window a crack to see who is at the door.
BAKER(alarmed)
It’s the Witch from next
door!
The
DOOR pops off its frame and goes flying across the room in a giant puff of
smoke. The BAKER and his WIFE scream and cower in a corner.
As the
fog clears, we see the WITCH for the first time and she’s not a pretty sight.
MICE and other vermin drop from beneath her cape and scatter through the
cottage.
WIFE
We have no bread.
WITCH
I don’t want your bread.
BAKER
Then what is it you wish?
WITCH
It’s not what I wish. It’s
what you wish.
She moves towards the WIFE as the BAKER tries
unsuccessfully to protect her. She points her gross finger towards her belly.
WITCH (CONT’D)
Nothing cooking in that
belly now, is there?
And there will never be...
She looks away.
WITCH (CONT’D)
Unless you do exactly as I say. In three
days’time, a Blue Moon
will appear. Only then can the curse be undone.
WIFE
What curse?
WITCH
The one I placed on this
house!
BAKER
What are you talking about?
WITCH
In the past, when you were no more than a
babe, your father brought his young wife and you to this cottage. They were a
lovely couple. But not lovely neighbors. You see, your mother was with child
and she developed an unusual appetite. She admired my beautiful garden and she
told your father that what she wanted, more than anything in the world was
GREENS, GREENS, AND NOTHING BUT GREENS:/
PARSLEY, PEPPERS, CABBAGES AND CELERY./ ASPARAGUS AND WATERCRESS AND/
FIDDLEFERNS AND LETTUCE!/ HE SAID, “ALL RIGHT,”/ BUT IT WASN’T, QUITE,/ ‘CAUSE
I CAUGHT HIM/ IN THE AUTUMN/ IN MY GARDEN ONE NIGHT!
[EXT. WITCH’S GARDEN - NIGHT – FLASHBACK]
WITCH’S (POV)
In the
moonlight, we see the BAKER’S FATHER, wearing a hunting jacket, scale over the
WITCH’S wall and into her garden. From behind a wooden trellis, she WATCHES him
as he gathers her greens
WITCH (V.O.)
HE WAS ROBBING ME,/ RAPING ME,/ROOTING
THROUGH MY RUTABAGA,/ RAIDING MY ARUGULA
[INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE -
DAY – PRESENT]
WITCH
AND/ RIPPING UP THE RAMPION/ MY CHAMPION!/ MY
FAVORITE! I SHOULD HAVE LAID A SPELL ON HIM RIGHT THERE./ I COULD HAVE TURNED
HIM INTO STONE/ OR A DOG OR A CHAIR.../ BUT I LET HIM HAVE THE RAMPION/ I’D
LOTS TO SPARE.
[EXT. WITCH’S GARDEN - NIGHT – FLASHBACK]
Again,
only seeing the WITCH from behind, she confronts the
BAKER’S FATHER as he
sheepishly holds the stolen vegetables.
WITCH (V.O.)
IN RETURN, HOWEVER,/ I SAID, “FAIR IS FAIR:/
YOU CAN LET ME HAVE THE BABY/ THAT YOUR WIFE WILL BEAR,
[INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE - DAY – PRESENT]
WITCH
AND WE’LL CALL IT SQUARE.”
BAKER
I had a brother?
WITCH
No. But you had a sister.
BAKER
Where is she?
WITCH
She’s mine now and you’ll never find her!
Small price to pay for what else your father stole from me. It cost me my
youth, my beauty. My mother warned me she would punish me with the curse of
ugliness if I ever lost them.
WIFE
Lost what?
WITCH(impatient)
The beans!
BAKER/WIFE
Beans?
WITCH
THE SPECIAL BEANS!
[EXT. WITCH’S GARDEN - NIGHT – FLASHBACK]
The BAKER’S FATHER
steals the WITCH’S beans and pockets them.
WITCH (V.O.)
I LET HIM GO,/ I DIDN’T
KNOW/
HE’D STOLEN MY BEANS!
WITCH’S
(POV)
The
BAKER’S FATHER scales his way back over the garden wall.
WITCH (V.O.)
I WAS WATCHING HIM CRAWL/ BACK OVER THE
WALL,/ WHEN BANG! CRASH!/ THE LIGHTNING FLASH!
Lights
suddenly illuminate the BAKER’S FATHER as if it was a flash from the Hiroshima
blast. A look of horror crosses his face.
BAKER’S
FATHER’S (POV)
Light
illuminates the WITCH as she walks back towards her house. Suddenly her
youthful hands morph before our eyes into those of an aged hag. The CAMERA PANS
UP to find her withered face.
[INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE - DAY – PRESENT]
A LIGHTNING FLASH rips
through the Baker’s cottage.
WITCH
WELL, THAT’S ANOTHER STORY/ NEVER MIND./
ANYWAY, AT LAST/ THE BIG DAY CAME/ AND I MADE MY CLAIM./ ”OH, DON’T TAKE AWAY
THE BABY,”/ THEY SHRIEKED AND SCREECHED/
[INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE - NIGHT – FLASHBACK]
We see the WITCH’S
gross hands snatch the baby from a cradle.
WITCH (V.O.)
BUT I DID, AND I HID HER/
WHERE
SHE’LL NEVER BE REACHED.
[INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE - DAY – PRESENT]
WITCH
AND YOUR FATHER CRIED/ AND YOUR MOTHER DIED,/
WHEN FOR EXTRA MEASURE/ I ADMIT IT WAS A PLEASURE/ I SAID, “SORRY, I’M STILL
NOT MOLLIFIED.”/ AND I LAID A LITTLE SPELL ON THEM/ YOU TOO, SON/ THAT YOUR
FAMILY TREE/ WOULD ALWAYS BE/ A BARREN ONE...
The WIFE falls into the
BAKER’S arms, weeping.
BAKER
How could you do that to
me?
WITCH
And when your mother died, your father
deserted you.
Your father was no father so why should you be?
BAKER
(to his WIFE) I’m so sorry...
WITCH
NOW THERE’S NO MORE FUSS/ AND THERE’S NO MORE
SCENES/ AND MY GARDEN THRIVES/ YOU SHOULD SEE MY NECTARINES!/ BUT I’M TELLING
YOU THE SAME/ I TELL KINGS AND QUEENS/ DON’T EVER NEVER EVER/ MESS AROUND WITH MY
GREENS!/ ESPECIALLY THE BEANS.
[EXT. JACK’S FARMHOUSE – DAY]
JACK with his cow
stands outside with his MOTHER.
JACK
Why do I have to go to the
next village?
JACK’S MOTHER
Because everyone in this
village knows the
cow hasn’t given a drop of
milk in weeks.
JACK
But that’s cheating.
JACK’S MOTHER
We’re starving, Jack. Don’t you understand
that? Now, you’re
not to take less than five pounds for her. Are you listening
to me?
JACK (he’s not)
Yes.
JACK’S MOTHER
How much are you to ask?
JACK
No more than five pounds.
She grabs his ear and
squeezes it hard.
JACK’S MOTHER
Less...
JACK’S MOTHER/Jack
... than five!
She lets go and puts
the COW’S leash in his hand and pushes him down the road towards the woods.
JACK’S MOTHER
INTO THE WOODS, THE TIME IS NOW./ WE HAVE TO
LIVE, I DON’T CARE HOW./ INTO THE WOODS TO SELL THE COW,/ YOU MUST BEGIN THE
JOURNEY./ STRAIGHT THROUGH THE WOODS AND DON’T DELAY,/ WE HAVE TO FACE/ THE
MARKETPLACE./ INTO THE WOODS TO JOURNEY’S END
JACK (stops;
sadly)
INTO THE WOODS TO SELL A
FRIEND
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[INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE - DAY – CONTINUOUS]
WITCH
YOU WISH TO HAVE THE CURSE
REVERSED?
The BAKER and his WIFE
nod.
WITCH (CONT’D)
I’LL NEED A CERTAIN POTION
FIRST.
The WITCH intently
turns on them.
WITCH (CONT’D)
GO TO THE WOOD AND BRING ME BACK/ ONE: THE
COW AS WHITE AS MILK,/ TWO: THE CAPE AS RED AS BLOOD,/ THREE: THE HAIR AS
YELLOW AS CORN,/ FOUR: THE SLIPPER AS PURE AS GOLD./ BRING ME THESE BEFORE THE
CHIME/ OF MIDNIGHT IN THREE DAYS’ TIME,/ ‘TIS THEN THE BLUE MOON REAPPEARS,/ WHICH
COMES BUT ONCE EACH HUNDRED YEARS./ BRING THEM AND I GUARANTEE,/ A CHILD AS
PERFECT AS CHILD CAN BE.
(she explodes) Go
to the wood!
The WITCH flings her
arms and a hundred-mile wind throws the couple and all of their belongings
across the room as she disappears in a cloud of smoke -- or is it flour?
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[EXT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE - ENTRY COURTYARD – DAY]
An
open-air carriage and horses wait in the courtyard. The STEPMOTHER, dressed to
the nines, sweeps out of the house and impatiently calls over her shoulder.
STEPMOTHER
Ladies. Our carriage
awaits!
CINDERELLA darts out of
the house holding out the bowl of lentils to her STEPMOTHER.
CINDERELLA
NOW MAY I GO TO THE
FESTIVAL?
STEPMOTHER
The Festival! DARLING, THOSE NAILS!/ DARLING,
THOSE CLOTHES!/ LENTILS ARE ONE THING, BUT/ DARLING, WITH THOSE,/ YOU’D MAKE US
THE FOOLS OF THE FESTIVAL/ AND MORTIFY THE PRINCE!
CINDERELLA
The festival lasts three
nights. Surely you
can let me be there for one
of them.
STEPMOTHER
The King is trying to find
his son a wife
not a scullery maid! We must be gone!
As the
STEPMOTHER climbs into the carriage, the STEPSISTERS race by in their fancy
attire, whooshing past CINDERELLA excitedly.As CINDERELLA watches from the
doorway, the carriage leaves through the gate.
CINDERELLA
I WISH...
[INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE –
DAY]
The BAKER
is trying to clean up the mess when his WIFE races downstairs holding his
FATHER’S HUNTING JACKET. She hands it to the BAKER.
WIFE
Here. Take this...
BAKER
I’m not wearing that.
WIFE
Why?
BAKER
It was my father’s. You
heard what
she said. This is all his
fault.
The BAKER throws the jacket to the ground.
BAKER (CONT’D)
I want nothing to do with
him!
The
WIFE sees that BEANS have spilled out of the pocket.
WIFE
Look!
She picks them up.
WIFE (CONT’D)
Beans. The Witch’s beans!
We’ll take them with us.
BAKER (realizing)
We? Wait a minute! You’re
not coming.
It’s not safe out there.
The
BAKER puts a hunting knife in his belt. WIFE I can help you.
BAKER
No. I can do this on my
own.
BAKER WIFE
THE SPELL IS ON MY HOUSE./ NO, NO, THE SPELL IS ON OUR HOUSE./
ONLY I CAN LIFT THE SPELL,/ WE MUST LIFT THE SPELL TOGETHER,/
THE SPELL IS ON
MY HOUSE. THE SPELL IS ON OUR HOUSE.
BAKER (CONT’D)
Now tell me. What am I to return
with?
WIFE
You don’t remember?!
THE COW AS WHITE AS MILK,/ THE CAPE AS RED AS
BLOOD,/
THE HAIR AS YELLOW AS CORN,/ THE SLIPPER AS PURE AS GOLD.
BAKER(memorizing)
THE COW AS WHITE AS MILK,/ THE CAPE AS RED AS
BLOOD,/ THE HAIR AS YELLOW AS CORN,/ THE SLIPPER AS PURE AS GOLD...
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[EXT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE - ENTRY COURTYARD – DAY]
As CINDERELLA approaches the gate, an old
GROUNDSKEEPER closes and locks it.
CINDERELLA
I STILL WISH TO GO TO THE
FESTIVAL,/
BUT HOW AM I EVER TO GET TO
THE FESTIVAL?
[EXT. THE VILLAGE/CINDERELLA’S HOUSE – DAY]
With the cottage behind him, the BAKER
appears dressed for his journey. His WIFE hurries towards him with his satchel
and places it around his neck. He proceeds down the cobblestone lane, his WIFE
walking next to him. CINDERELLA looks through the bars, watching the CARRIAGE
disappear down the road.
BAKER
THE COW AS
WHITE AS MILK,/ THE CAPE AS RED AS BLOOD,/ THE HAIR AS YELLOW AS CORN...
WIFE
(prompting him)
THE SLIPPER...
BAKER (CONT’D)
THE SLIPPER AS PURE AS GOLD.../ THE COW, THE CAPE/ THE SLIPPER AS
PURE AS GOLD...
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CINDERELLA
I KNOW I’LL VISIT MOTHER’S GRAVE,/ THE GRAVE ATTHE WILLOW TREE,/ AND
TELL HER I JUST WANT TO GO TO THE KING’S FESTIVAL...
WIFE
The Hair!
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[EXT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE/EXT. VILLAGE -
DAY – INTERCUT]
CINDERELLA has thrown a shawl around herself
and is heading out the back of the house. She places a ladder against the stone
wall and begins to climb. The BAKER and his WIFE leave the village and begin
moving towards the woods.
CINDERELLA/BAKER
INTO THE
WOODS, IT’S TIME TO GO,/ IT MAY BE ALL IN VAIN,
YOU (I) KNOW./ INTO THE WOODS BUT EVEN SO,/ I HAVE TO TAKE THE JOURNEY.
WIFE
INTO THE WOODS/ THE PATH IS STRAIGHT,/
YOU KNOW IT WELL,
BAKER
BUT WHO CAN TELL?
WIFE
(giving him a little push) INTO
THE
WOODS TO LIFT THE SPELL
[EXT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE – DAY]
CINDERELLA climbs over
the wall.
CINDERELLA
INTO THE WOODS TO VISIT
MOTHER
[EXT. DIRT ROAD BY JACK’S FARMHOUSE – DAY]
JACK’S
MOTHER watches from the distance as JACK leads MILKYWHITE up the path.
JACK’S MOTHER
(calling after him)INTO THE WOODS TO SELL THE COW
JACK
TO GET THE MONEY!
[EXT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE - OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL – DAY]
CINDERELLA
drops down from the wall and runs off.
CINDERELLA
TO GO THE FESTIVAL
[EXT. WOODS - NATURAL
ARCHWAY/STREAM – DAY]
LRRH enters an archway that frames the
entrance into the woods.
LRRH
INTO THE WOODS TO
GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE.../
INTO THE WOODS TO
GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE...
INTERCUTTING: THE BAKER
entering the same archway; CINDERELLA crossing a stream; and LRRH weaving her
way down a gully.
CINDERELLA/BAKER/LRRH
THE WAY IS CLEAR,/ THE LIGHT IS GOOD./ I HAVE
NO FEAR,/ NOR NO ONE SHOULD./ THE WOODS ARE JUST TREES,/ THE TREES ARE JUST
WOOD./ NO NEED TO BE AFRAID THERE
All THREE of them stop
with sudden trepidation.
BAKER
THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE
GLADE THERE.
The BAKER walks deeper
into the woods.
[EXT. DIRT ROAD BY JACK’S FARMHOUSE – DAY]
The
carriage carrying the STEPFAMILY crosses a small country bridge, then passes
JACK’S MOTHER. One of the wheels turns in a puddle and splashes her with mud.
ALL
INTO THE WOODS WITHOUT DELAY,/ BUT CAREFUL NOT TO LOSE THE
WAY./ INTO THE WOODS, WHO KNOWS WHAT MAY/ BE LURKING ON THE JOURNEY?
[EXT. WOODS - NATURAL ARCHWAY – DAY]
JACK enters the archway
into the woods with his COW.
ALL
INTO THE WOODS TO GET THE
THING/
THAT MAKES IT WORTH THE JOURNEYING.
[EXT. WOODS – DAY]
VARIOUS ANGLES on each of our CHARACTERS in
different woodland surrounds.
STEPMOTHER/STEPSISTERS
STEPS INTO THE WOODS
TO SEE THE KING
JACK
TO SELL THE COW
BAKER
TO MAKE THE POTION
QUICK INTERCUTS between the characters
ALL
TO SEE/ TO SELL/ TO
GET/ TO BRING/ TO MAKE/
TO LIFT/ TO GO TO THE
FESTIVAL!
The CAMERA slowly rises through the trees as the vast forest swallows
up our intrepid travellers.
ALL (V.O.)
INTO
THE WOODS!/ INTO THE WOODS!/ INTO THE WOODS,/ THEN OUT OF THE WOODS,/ AND HOME
BEFORE DARK!
CIDERELLA/STEPMOTHERS/SISTERS
TO SEE/ TO SELL/ TO GET/ TO
BRING/ TO MAKE/ TO LIFT/ TO GO TO THE FESTIVAL! INTO THE WOODS,/ THEN OUT OF
THE WOODS (2X)
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BAKER/LRRH/JACK
INTO THE WOODS!/ INTO
THE WOODS!/ INTO THE WOODS,/ THEN OUT OF THE WOODS,/
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ALL (O.V.)
AND HOME BEFORE
DARK!
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