EXT. GRAVEYARD – DAY
The tree tops sway under the steel grey skies and pockets of blue sky is poking through the overcast clouds. The graveyard is deserted, taps drip water and dead flowers await replacement.
The grass has overgrown to knee height and here and there gravestones are almost hidden beneath the foliage.
Behind a broken seat a man stands, he is alone and in his mid-thirties. His name is PETER, in front of him is one of the overgrown graves, it had been many years since the headstone was new.
An older man is sat on the broken seat near to him, he is out of focus; his name is JOE. JOE seems oblivious to PETER.
REVERSE ANGLE: PETER’s gaze moves over to JOE slowly, JOE’s eyes are closed and he is stock still, frozen like a statue and he is visibly a good few years older than the other man.
BACK TO FIRST ANGLE: Still out of focus JOE sits up and looks over at PETER. PETER’s gaze moves back to the grave in front of him.
JOE stands and something next to him slides into a pile on the seat.
I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.
JOE glances at the grave and then back to PETER.
Are you… visiting someone?
Yes. My wife… And you(?)
I… don’t know… I’m just here…
PETER nods as if he understands, still looking at the overgrown grave.
She’s been gone so long.
Have you been away?
Why do you ask?
Well, the grave… It’s…
No one tends to it.
PETER looks at JOE.
That would be family work, if there were any left.
Why are you here?
JOE looks at PETER a little afraid; PETER looks back at him, apparently emotionless.
I… It was just a seat.
PETERS eyes narrow slightly.
But why here?
JOE stares at the out of focus seat, his things still lay on it. He takes a deep breath and plunges into a little speech.
I remember it as a child, it was a different seat then, but I remember it; I think. My Mom… I was looking for my Mothers grave…
He pauses, his words trailing off. PETER watches him.
I can’t find her.
JOE looks around the immediate area in a slow circle.
Have you seen her? Her grave I mean… Her name was Patricia George?
PETER shakes his head.
No I’m sorry. You haven’t been here in a while have you?
Neither have you.
I suppose, but I have excuses.
So do I.
PETER raises his eyebrows in a question and JOE looks away: He has no excuses. PETER smiles a broad smile.
Do you remember anything? A turn of the path? A particular tomb?
JOE shakes his head: No. He points to the seat.
I remember that…
He shrugs his shoulders and looks back at PETER and then something seems to pass through him. An epiphany of sorts. He then looks at the seat, taking a step towards it.
PETER reacts to this, moving forward slightly to close the gap between himself and JOE; but JOE stops and looks back.
Who were you with?Who brought you to see your Mother?
JOE takes another deep breath, thinking deeply about something. He looks at his hand.
EXT. PARK – EFX
A highly stylized memory as a mans hand reaches down to us. The man is in silhouette, the sky bright and blue behind him.
EXT. GRAVEYARD – DAY
JOE reaches up slightly as if reaching for the adults hand. Concerned, PETER puts his hand over JOES and pushes it down gently.
What did you remember?
A shell-shocked JOE looks confused and slightly out-of-it. Again he shakes his head in a lack of comprehension. Then his eyes move to PETER and he shakes his head again, this time with dawning realisation; his eyes begin to grow wide.
PETER smiles broadly.
Who do you remember?
JOE points at PETER, his mouth opening as if to speak but nothing comes out.
PETER holds his arms open for a hug.
JOE moves forward and PETER hugs him as he would a child. JOE shudders and he starts to weep quietly.
Because its time…
WIDEANGLE: of the two of them, the seat in the background and the gravestone in the foreground. In worn lettering the gravestone reads: “Patricia George”.
REVERSE ANGLE: The things on the seat are out of focus with the grave and men in the background, we FOCUS FADE to the seat, the men slowly fading to nothing as it does.
On the seat is lay JOE, his eyes staring into the sky and a slight smile on his lips.
WIDEANGLE: The seat is small in the overwhelming, swaying foliage of the cemetery.
FADE TO BLACK: