Far from the Madding Crowd

FADE IN:

1 EXT. TOLL GATE, NORCOMBE HILL - DAY 1

A day in LATE AUGUST. A FIGURE on a hill top; the unpopulated

landscape - lush in summer, barren and bleak in winter -

curving down to high chalk cliffs with the ocean beyond.

GABRIEL OAK sits watching over his flock with his two DOGS,

his face handsome if somewhat weather-beaten beneath a low-

crowned felt hat. He has a quality of contentment, calm and

stillness. Idly, he plays with a stone in his hand. No sound

but the sounds of nature.

Which is why his eye is drawn towards the horizon, the sound

of wheels. A CART is approaching. Curious GABRIEL rises and

walks closer, as the CART stops at a toll gate and the OLD

WAGGONER gets down.

2 EXT. TOLL GATE, NORCOMBE HILL - DAY 2

From GABRIEL’s p.o.v, an argument has broken out with the

TURNPIKE KEEPER.

WAGGONER:

Misses says she won’t pay more.

TURNPIKE KEEPER:

Then Misses’d best turn back. Price

is thrupence.

The WAGGONER sighs, and goes to negotiate with his PASSENGER,

as yet unseen. GABRIEL steps closer.

WAGGONER:

Perhaps best to pay him. Be dark

soon.

She replies - barely heard. The WAGGONER returns.

WAGGONER (CONT’D)

She says she’s paid you quite

enough.

TURNPIKE KEEPER:

Three pence.

A stand-off. Until GABRIEL arrives. He knows the GATEKEEPER.

A local.

GABRIEL:

Let her through. It’s a woman on

her own.

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Going through the gate, BATHSHEBA EVERDENE very briefly turns

to GABRIEL. If she feels gratitude, she can’t quite bring

herself to express it. Pride wins out. The cart moves on.

CUT TO BLACK:

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Under TITLES, a series of Wessex landscapes.

-CARROW COVE on a brisk autumn day, the low sun glinting on

the sea.

-the CLIFFS of NORCOMBE HILL facing out into the sea in the

grip of a winter storm.

-the RIVER AXE in full flow with the melting snows of

spring.

- bleak EGDON HEATH in the rain, the road seeming to stretch

on forever.

-the gloom of the GREAT FOREST, dark in its depths even on

the brightest summer day.

-the mud and stone of ploughed fields in the VALE of

BLACKMORE, awaiting planting in March.

This is the stage for our story, quite remote from the rest

of the world. A grand landscape, sometimes beautiful,

sometimes harsh -

-and finally, the slope of NORCOMBE HILL on a day in LATE

SEPTEMBER.

CUT TO BLACK:

4 INT. STABLE, MRS HURST FARM, NORCOMBE HILL - DAWN 4

LATE SEPTEMBER. A chink of light opens out as the stable door

is pulled open. BATHSHEBA is silhouetted against the bright

light.

5 EXT. MRS HURST’S COTTAGE - DAWN 5

BATHSHEBA leads the horse into the yard of MRS HURST’s farm;

small, subsistence-level but tidy and well-kept, clinging to

the side of the remote hill.

We see her face as she greets the horse; a startlingly vivid

face, full of spirit and determination. She rides off.

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6 EXT. NORCOMBE HILL - DAWN 6

-heading down to the forest that borders the hill.

7 EXT. COUNTRY LANE - DAY 7

BATHSHEBA finds herself in a hollow-way, a path covered by a

canopy of trees, too low for rider and horse to pass beneath.

She looks one way, then the other, to ensure that she’s alone

then, in a single dextrous movement, then switches from sidesaddle

to cross-saddle, tucking her dress up - some sort of

trousers or breaches revealed beneath. Comfortable now, she

lies backwards along the horse so that her head is near its

tail, her feet near its shoulders, her eyes to the sky. It’s

an impressive performance, almost a circus trick, and she

smiles in satisfaction to herself as the horse trots forward,

the sky showing between the low boughs.

On the ground behind her, a SCARF.

7A EXT. NORCOMBE HILL - DAY 7A

-towards a high vantage point. The panorama is magnificent

and she smiles to herself.

She urges the horse on, a wonderful rider, riding past

GABRIEL without even stopping.

7B INT. GABRIEL’S COTTAGE,- NIGHT 7B

The SCARF again, but now it lies on the table of GABRIEL

OAK’s cottage, a neat, comfortable place.

GABRIEL sits nearby, counting out money which he locks away

in a strong box. He closes his money box.

His eye returns to the SCARF

8 EXT. GABRIEL’S COTTAGE - DAY 8

Another day. From his high vantage point, GABRIEL with his

sheep and dogs, behind him his cottage.

He sees BATHSHEBA walking by, below.

GABRIEL:

Miss!

In his hand, the lost SCARF. He stays proudly on top of the

hill, so she has to climb the hill towards him. He hands her

the scarf.

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BATHSHEBA:

(out of breath)

My scarf. I lost it. You must be

Farmer Oak.

(surprise from GABRIEL)

This is your land, I must be

trespassing.

GABRIEL:

You’re welcome here. Gabriel. And

you are...?

BATHSHEBA:

I’d rather not tell you. It’s a

very odd name, I try not to say it

out loud.

GABRIEL:

I’m sure you could get a new one.

If you wanted.

(An awkward moment, a

misfire. She takes the

scarf -)

Forgive me, I can’t always..map my

mind on my tongue.

BATHSHEBA:

Thank you. Farmer Oak.

On BATHSHEBA as she walks away, a small smile appearing.

8A EXT. MRS HURST’S FARM, NORCOMBE HILL - DAY 8A

BATHSHEBA is milking the cows. GABRIEL is herding his sheep

nearby, heading up to the small SHEPHERD’S HUT, a kind of

CARAVAN from where he guards the sheep.

A greeting between them. She steps out and looks after him.

The ice melting -

8B EXT. GABRIEL’S CARAVAN, NORCOMBE HILL - DAY 8B

GABRIEL has two dogs, YOUNG GEORGE who barks and nips at the

flock, and OLD GEORGE who sits contentedly by BATHSHEBA.

A new development. BATHSHEBA watches GABRIEL go about his

work with some admiration. GABRIEL, for his part, is showing

off a little.

GABRIEL:

Come by, George. Come!

(Returning to BATHSHEBA)

He’s keen enough, Young George, but

he doesn’t know when to stop.

(petting OLD GEORGE)

(MORE)

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GABRIEL (CONT'D)

Not like this one. Been with me a

long time, haven’t you?

BATHSHEBA:

And what’s that one called?

GABRIEL:

This is Old George.

BATHSHEBA:

(she laughs)

Of course. Old George.

And GABRIEL walks away towards his caravan.

GABRIEL:

Find me amusing, do you?

9 EXT. NORCOMBE HILL - NIGHT 9

BATHSHEBA is out riding once more. She stops. It’s a

beautiful night, the stars framing her, steam rising from the

horse. From somewhere in the distance, the sound of dogs

barking.

Some distance away stands GABRIEL’s hut, the small building

on wheels that he uses for shelter when watching the flock at

night. Smoke rises from the chimney.

But something is amiss.

We follow her towards the caravan. She knocks on the door -

no answer. She goes in and finds -

10 INT. GABRIEL’S CARAVAN, NORCOMBE HILL - NIGHT 10

GABRIEL lies unconscious in the smoky interior. BATHSHEBA

takes in the scene then leaps into action. With all her

strength, she drags him upright, slaps his face.

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