Testament of Youth Page #3
VERA:
Don’t worry, they have very little
influence.
ROLAND:
(a smile)
So I saw earlier.
She flashes him a look. His self-confidence both riles and
attracts her.
ROLAND (CONT’D)
(more sincere)
I’m sorry about the badly timed
arrival, by the way.
VERA:
(defensive)
Why should I care?
She starts to head back inside, then stops, turns to him -
VERA (CONT’D)
I can see this is all highly
amusing for you -
ROLAND:
No
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VERA:
Yes, you’re polishing up the
anecdote already, for your friends
back at school! (Raw) But it’s my
life -!
Exasperated with herself, and embarrassed, she heads back
inside. Roland thinks for a moment - touched by her. Then
produces the poem he pocketed. He reads, his expression
moved.
14 INT. VERA’S ROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT 14
Vera is up with some open text books before her, studying.
There’s a knock at the door. Startled, she gets up, goes and
opens it. Roland stands there.
VERA:
(thrown)
What?
ROLAND:
(smiling)
You’re studying.
VERA:
What of it?
ROLAND:
(more vulnerable)
Nothing, I - Look, I’ve done the
Oxford entrance exams, it’s all
about technique. I could help you.
Once you’ve learnt it, you’ll sail
through I’m sure.
VERA:
Like a masonic secret, passed from
teacher to boy.
ROLAND:
Actually my teachers weren’t that
good. I worked it out for myself.
She looks at him - the reaching out to her beneath the
smooth, confident surface.
VERA:
(softly)
Then so will I.
She closes the door in his face. Taken aback by herself, she
leans against the door with a smile.
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15 INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE VERA’S ROOM - SAME TIME 15
Roland is also taken aback. But after a moment, he turns away
with a smile.
15A EXT. COUNTRYSIDE, BUXTON - DAY 15A
The three men and Vera are walking up a beautiful, gently
sloping green hill, talking and laughing together. The boys
are ribbing Vera, who takes it in good humour - she teases
Edward back, giving as good as she gets.
16 EXT. HILLSIDE OUTSIDE BUXTON - LATER 16
Vera, Edward, Roland and Victor are lying or sitting on the
hillside, gazing at the countryside stretched out before them
in the green beauty of spring. The atmosphere is relaxed.
ROLAND:
(lightly - the view)
The world at our feet!
EDWARD:
(grimace)
Except we’re nearly back at school.
ROLAND:
We’re here now, Ted, come on. Live
in the moment a little.
VICTOR:
One more term and it’ll all be
over. It’s sort of daunting, seeing
your whole life stretched out in
front of you. I mean, wonderful
too...
ROLAND:
I’ll stick with wonderful.
VERA:
At least you won’t be buried alive
in Buxton.
EDWARD:
Come on, think of all the gossip
you’re providing the local ladies
with!
VERA:
Talking of which, Mrs Fraser mixed
her china sets at dinner last week.
The whole town’s buzzing with it!
EDWARD:
The triviality of female lives...
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VERA:
Don’t you dare...!
ROLAND:
(a chuckle)
Have we got a suffragette on our
hands?
VERA:
I would be, given the chance, I
suppose that shocks you?
EDWARD:
You’re talking to the wrong man,
Vera. Roland’s a supporter.
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Vera assumes he’s joking.
ROLAND:
Well, my mother does admire them.
EDWARD:
She’s a novelist, and she writes
for the papers, she supports the
whole family in fact. (To Roland) I
hope you don’t mind me saying...?
ROLAND:
(smiling)
Not now I’ve seen Vera’s face!
Vera is thrown.
VERA:
I had no idea....
ROLAND:
Perhaps you’ve jumped to
conclusions about me.
VERA:
I think that’s mutual.
ROLAND:
No, I’ve researched you quite
thoroughly. I found a poem in the
garden, in fact, and took the
liberty - (of reading it)
As he takes the piece of paper from his pocket -
EDWARD:
(interrupting)
Poems! You’ve kept that very quiet!
Let’s have a look!
He takes it off Roland - Vera snatches it off him
VERA:
Give it back! It’s nothing - it’s
just a - stupid thing!
She pockets the poem, upset and humiliated. Roland realises
his mistake.
ROLAND:
I’m sorry, I thought...you two...
He gestures to her and Edward.
VERA:
It’s fine...
They sit there in awkward silence.
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VICTOR:
(trying to lighten the
atmosphere)
I don’t know about anyone else, but
something.
17 EXT. GREEN GLADE, OUTSIDE BUXTON - A LITTLE LATER 17
On the way back - Vera has deliberately slowed her pace to
fall behind the others, needing a moment alone. Roland
carefully approaches her. We can hear Edward and Victor
talking and laughing off-screen.
ROLAND:
I didn’t know you kept it secret
VERA:
Really. That’s why you stole it
from me and stored it to use like
-like ammunition!
ROLAND:
No -
VERA:
Stop pretending!
ROLAND:
moved by it, I thought it
beautiful, and - you seem an
impossible person to say that to.
This silences her. She plays with a stick she’s picked up.
A long moment.
VERA:
I’m not.
ROLAND:
No.
VERA:
(hesitant, more open)
ridiculous?
He smiles, shakes his head.
VERA:
What if I told you I want to be a
writer - and - I even dream of
earning a living by it?
Roland smiles his gentle, confident smile.
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ROLAND:
Don’t you need some experience
first?
VERA:
Of course!
A beat.
ROLAND:
I want to write too, as it happens -
I’m a little in my mother’s shadow.
She looks at him -
VERA:
Is she good?
He nods.
VERA:
How’s she done it..?
ROLAND:
Sheer pig-headedness. You should
meet her, you’d get on.
They both laugh gently.
ROLAND:
(sincere)
You must write. Really.
VERA:
No one’s ever said that to me
before.
They smile.
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19 EXT. WHITE ROAD, BUXTON - LATER 19
They’re on the way home. Vera, holding some flowers she’s
gathered, walks ahead of the three men, down a long, winding
white road across the gentle sloping hills.
She can hear them chatting and laughing behind her, she turns
to look back at them
And her eyes directly meet Roland’s. He’s been concentrating
on her. She looks away again, in sudden shyness....
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20 INT. VERA’S BEDROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT 20
Vera is putting some of the flowers she collected into
frames. She snaps a frame shut, takes it across to the wall
to hang there, when she catches a glimpse of herself in a
long mirror -
-she looks again at her reflection, suddenly thinking about
herself in a different way, as a woman -
She runs her hands over her waist, her hips, turning to look
at herself, trying to assess her appeal.
She puts a finger to her lips - imagining his kiss -
She starts at a sound at the door; goes over. Someone is on
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