Labyrinth
- PG
- Year:
- 1986
- 101 min
- 2,343 Views
FADE IN ON:
1EXT:
SKY - DAYA WHITE BIRD soaring. The sky is a glorious explosion of blue and
mauve and lavender. The setting sun washes the clouds with a delicate
pink tint. The bird swoops and spirals and we are right there with
him. Then suddenly, below us, an extraordinary sight appears.
2EXT:
LABYRINTH - DAYIt is the labyrinth, an enormous maze of incredible mandala like
intricacy. From our magnificent vantage point, WE ARE BARELY ABLE TO
MAKE OUT its details: the twisting walls interrupted here and there
by lush forest, the complex web of waterways, the forbidding castle
at the core. It is vast and magical, frightening and compelling at
the same time. We would love to linger, perhaps fly lower and get a
better look at this wondrous place, but the bird flies on
3EXT:
GLADE - DAYIt is an idyllic setting, warm and inviting. The late afternoon sun
washes everything with a pink glow. Between the water and a line of
lush fruit trees is a flower-strewn glade. A FIGURE emerges from the
trees and walks toward the water. It is a YOUNG WOMAN dressed in a
flowing white dress that swirls around her in the breeze. The pink
light burnishes her hair and causes a gold circlet she wears on her
head to glow. She is breathtaking, a vision of innocence and grace.
She stops to pick a flower and then turns suddenly as if she has
heard something.
GIRL:
Is it you?She takes a few hurried steps and then stops, smiling shyly
GIRL:
Your Highness!The GIRL curtsies deeply and then looks up through lowered lashes,
the shy smile still dancing on her lips. And then WE PULL BACK TO
REVEAL a crown perched on a head of tight curls. WE ARE LOOKING
THROUGH the crown at the girl as she rises slowly, then looks boldly
at the PRINCE.
GIRL:
Do not be swayed by my pleasure at the sight of you, my lord.For though my father, the Duke, has promised you my hand, I cannot
consent to be yours until the evil that stalks our land from highest
hill to deepest dale is ...
Suddenly the GIRL stops speaking, a look of stunned confusion on her
face.
GIRL:
... from highest hill to deepest dale ... (her brow furrows inconcentration and then) Damn!
She burrows one hand into the deep sleeve of her gown and pulls out a
rolled-up soft-cover book. She rifles through the pages.
The PRINCE is not a prince at all, but a SHEEPDOG wearing a tin foil
crown. He thinks his work is over and it's time to play and he lunges
happily towards the GIRL who isn't a princess or even a duchess, but
15-year-old SARAH.
SARAH is knocked over by the playful DOG. Beneath the gown which WE
CAN NOW SEE is homemade and not very grand at all, WE SEE faded jeans
and running shoes.
SARAH:
Get off me, you monster!!The DOG grabs the book out of her hand and runs away with it, hoping
to be chased. SARAH doesn't follow, she just sits up and pulls the
grass out of her tangled hair and sighs with frustration. The DOG
comes back over to SARAH, its tail wagging hopefully.
SARAH:
If you value your mangy life, Merlin, you'll hand it over.The DOG obediently drops the book.
THE BOOK:
On the cover it says, _MEANDER'S QUEEN a play in three acts by Robin
Zakar_. SARAH reaches for it and we hear a clock tower begin to chime.
SARAH leaps to her feet.
SARAH:
Oh no, Merlin! We're really late! Why does everything have tohappen to me!!!?
MERLIN prances around her happily, his foil crown in his mouth. SARAH
pulls it out of his mouth and throws it in a nearby trash basket. He
rushes after it and peers into the basket, wanting to fetch.
SARAH:
It's all your fault, you miserable mutt!!She hikes up her dress and runs into the trees. MERLIN whimpers and
4EXT:
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TREES - DAYSARAH comes bursting through the trees and runs down a hill toward
the street. WE PULL BACK and WE CAN SEE an enormous steel mill on the
other side of the river. And now WE NOTICE that the light isn't pink
any more but sort of dull and hazy, and the idyllic glade is barely a
suburban park, and this is just an ordinary day in a very ordinary
place.
5EXT:
AN OLD RAMBLING HOUSE - DUSKSARAH runs up a path to an older, rambling house. She goes through
the front door, MERLIN hot on her heels, and neither one of them sees
the beautiful SNOW-WHITE BIRD that lands in a tree beside the path.
6INT:
INSIDE THE ROUSE - EVENINGSARAH bursts through the front door and makes a beeline for the
stairs. She almost makes it. SARAH'S MOTHER appears in the hallway.
MOTHER:
_Sarah_, where have you been?!!!SARAH abruptly stops and changes to an elegantly graceful ascension
of the stairs.
SARAH (in an affected voice): I can't talk to you now. I'm in
rehearsal.
She continues grandly on and heads for her room.
MOTHER:
You were supposed to be home an hour ago to baby-sit forFreddie! Don't we at least deserve an explanation?
SARAH stops and leans over the railing. She speaks with a
melodramatic solemnity.
SARAH:
As Meander's Queen, I've been ... meandering. Dither me notabout explanations.
With that she turns and heads for her room. On the door is a sign
that says:
"Admittance by Invitation Only." SARAH'S FATHER comes intothe hall.
FATHER:
What's that all about?MOTHER:
It's a part in a play, (raising her voice) but that's noreason to...
SARAH turns in her doorway. She calls down.
SARAH:
Chasten not your Queen, _Peasant_!She dramatically sweeps into her room.
7INT:
SARAH'S ROOM - NIGHTSARAH slams the door and leans against it, playing the scene.
FATHER (VO):
_Sarah_, that's no way to talk to your mother!SARAH (mumbles to herself): She's not my mother.
SARAH takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She can hear footsteps
and SOMEONE comes to the other side of the door.
SARAH ignores her STEPMOTHER and kicks off her running shoes.
With a practiced gesture SARAH removes her jeans while leaving her
gown in place.
STEPMOTHER (VO):
_Sarah_, when I tell you to be home at five, Iexpect you to be home at five.
SARAH quickly shifts to her STEPMOTHER's attitude -- hands on hips,
SARAH:
Yes, Madame!7AINT:
UPSTAIRS HALLWAYSTEPMOTHER:
And don't "Yes Madame" me!FATHER:
Is she all right?STEPMOTHER (frustrated): Of course she's all right! I left the
Bernsteins' number on the kitchen table ... Freddie might be coming
down with a cold so call us if he seems even the least bit
uncomfortable ...
SARAH (VO) (sighs): Yes, Mother.
STEPMOTHER:
Oh! I give up!She hurries down the stairs.
FATHER:
We'll see you later, baby. And remember ...7BINT:
SARAH'S ROOM - NIGHTSARAH speaks along with him, mimicking.
SARAH & FATHER (VO): Don't open the door to strangers.
We hear him leave. SARAH waits a beat and then turns and opens her
bedroom door.
SARAH:
And don't call me baby! (she slams the door shut; mimickingher parents) Precious little Freddie might be coming down with a cold
...
She sighs and looks around. This is really her world, her retreat,
and she knows and controls every inch of it. The shelves are filled
with an orderly array of childhood dolls and toys. The books are
lined up neatly in the bookcase and if we could see them up close we
would see that they were placed in alphabetical order -- and
according to the year they were acquired. She walks over to her
dresser. She checks herself out in the mirror above the chest of
drawers and adjusts the golden circlet which has been knocked askew
by her run. She then stops for a moment and looks at the photographs
on the dresser. One of her FATHER, her MOTHER and herself as a LITTLE
GIRL. Another picture of her MOTHER in a newspaper clipping is taped
to the mirror. The headline says, "Linda Williams a Smash in New
Play." A cover of a Playbill is also tacked on to the mirror. It says
_Best of Both Worlds_ starring Linda Williams. SARAH then reverently
opens a music box -- the kind with a twirling dancer inside -- and to
the strains of an unbearably tinny version of "Greensleeves" she
begins to rehearse.
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