The Keeping Room
EXT. ROAD - MORNING
A BLACK WOMAN, ALMA, walks towards us, hauling a BUNDLE
of newly cut CANE. And then --
She spots a DOG.
The dog GROWLS at her. This gives her pause, until...
She begins to GROWL right back at it.
And then the dog starts to BARK.
There’s some distance between them, but here they are,
barking. It’s loud and strange and just this side of
surreal. Until -The
The dog sits, panting. And then -The
dog turns and trots down the road. Surprised, Alma
watches him go, craning her neck until she sees...
A GRAND CARRIAGE
Pulled by TWO HORSES, stopped by the side of the road.
A frail, old CARRIAGE DRIVER sits atop.
The dog stops next to the carriage. Sits.
Alma approaches, cautious, until -A
SCREAM:
From the carriage.
SUDDENLY --
A WHITE WOMAN, PRUDENCE, bursts from the carriage,
running like a banshee. Her FINE CLOTHES are undone,
cascading around her body.
The DOG takes off after her, BARKING.
(CONTINUED)
2.
Alma watches her run, and then -BANG!
Prudence falls to the ground, DEAD.
The dog stops barking. Sniffs the body.
Alma shifts her gaze back towards the carriage, where she
can just make out the TIP of the BARREL of a GUN through
the open door.
And lowering his still smoking pistol, a MAN emerges from
the carriage in the uniform of a UNION SOLDIER.
He tucks his shirt into his unbuttoned pants.
This is HENRY. He’s slick and young and has the eyes of
an animal. It’s unclear if he knows right from wrong, or
if he even cares.
Casually, he buttons his pants.
Now the Carriage Driver sees Alma. A momentary look of
FEAR passes between them. And then Henry notices Alma,
she starts to back away, until -CLICK.
She stops.
A SECOND UNION SOLDIER comes up behind her. A GUN pointed
at her head.
And before she can even scream --
BANG!
He shoots her in the head. She falls down, DEAD.
This is MOSES.
He has the kind of good looks that are always getting him
into -- and out of -- trouble. For a man capable of such
cruelty, his eyes are surprisingly warm.
No one would call Moses a bad man, but they wouldn’t call
him a good one, either.
The Carriage Driver closes his eyes and looks away.
Henry smiles and takes an OLD FLASK he’s found in the
carriage. He takes a SIP and winces at the unexpected
taste of brandy.
(CONTINUED)
3.
And then -
He pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket, stuffs it into
the neck of the flask, looks up at the Carriage Driver...
And LIGHTS it, throwing it into the carriage. Henry has
his fun UNTIL --
The Carriage Driver GRABS the reigns and hits the horse,
who takes off -Moses
tries to stop the carriage, stepping IN FRONT of
it, but he is forced to get out of its way --
Air whips around the carriage, fanning the FIRE -Moses
raises his RIFLE -The
Carriage Driver keeps the horse running as the flames
begin to ENGULF the carriage and -BANG!
The Carriage Driver SLUMPS OVER. Dead.
But the horse and carriage continue to run.
Henry walks over to where Moses stands. They watch it as
it goes.
HENRY:
I coulda’ used a horse.
Moses looks in the direction of dead Prudence. He makes
sure Henry knows he could have had her first, for
himself.
MOSES:
I coulda’ used a woman.
He tosses his now spent cigarette and the soldiers
continue down the road, followed by their dog.
IN THE DISTANCE:
The BURNING CARRIAGE is pulled crazily along by the
horse.
And then, our title:
THE KEEPING ROOM
4.
EXT. FARMHOUSE - AFTERNOON
Still. Spare. Yellow. Brown.
The SOUND of HOES hitting dirt as images come in and out:
-- Some old TREES.
-- A FARMHOUSE, small but proud and in the middle of
everything, surrounded by all of its OUT BUILDINGS.
-- A PEN in a field with a single GOAT.
-- The KEEPING ROOM, a cabin-sized stand alone structure,
connected to the house by a WALKWAY.
-- The BARN.
And then, people:
LOUISE and MAD.
Louise is 16 and white. Mad is 30 and black. Both work
the field. Their clothes are worn and dirty.
It’s quiet, save for the noises of their hoes in the
earth.
Until...
A GUNSHOT.
The two women start. Everything stands stock still.
They hear a RUSTLING from the WOODS. They TURN.
Mad raises her HOE.
AND THEN --
A WOMAN emerges from the woods. SOMBER and STOIC.
A GOLDEN TEMPEST of hair mussed about her face and
falling down past her shoulders, her dirty dress tied up
around her legs, her boots worn and muddy.
She holds a RIFLE in her hands, but nothing else.
This is AUGUSTA.
Mad lowers her hoe, relieved.
Augusta walks towards the other women, their EYES
hopeful.
(CONTINUED)
5.
But when she walks past them the anger in her eyes tells
them all they need to know: there will be no meat
tonight.
The Keeping Room is self-contained. A little house unto
itself:
easy to heat, easy to cool. The small room isoverwhelmed by a large FARM TABLE in the middle. Cabinets
containing JARS and DRIED GOODS stand next to the door.
Windows line the one to the right. A SMALL STOVE is to
the left.
At the end of the table opposite the door is the
FIREPLACE. Pots bubble and spew inside it. The family’s
history hangs above the fire in the form of tintypes,
poppets, dried flowers, an OLD HAT, and several more pots
and pans.
The room is lit up not only by the fire, but also by
small OIL LAMPS that sit in the windows.
The three women barely use the big house now. This room
is their home. If it were big enough, they’d probably
sleep here.
Augusta sits at the head of the table, by the door, and
Louise sits next to her, playing with a SMALL DOLL.
Mad tends to a POT on the fire.
LOUISE:
Heard you shoot.
LOUISE (CONT’D)
...what was it?
Augusta doesn’t want to answer.
AUGUSTA:
Somethin’ small n’ fast.
LOUISE:
Rabbit?
AUGUSTA:
Maybe.
Louise thinks about how good that would taste.
They all do.
(CONTINUED)
6.
AUGUSTA (CONT’D)
Don’t even know if it was really there.
She remembers it for a moment.
AUGUSTA (CONT'D)
But once that gun goes off everythin’
livin’ is gone.
LOUISE:
Why’s it hard when the only thing there’s
you and the rabbit?
Mad spoons TURNIPS and CARROTS into a LARGE BOWL.
MAD:
The woods is big and the rabbit’s small.
She walks over to the table and places it next to a plate
of GROUND HOMINY.
LOUISE:
Can I start?
MAD:
We all goin’ to.
LOUISE:
I was asking my sister.
AUGUSTA:
(gently)
No need to talk to Mad like that.
LOUISE:
But she’s --
AUGUSTA:
(firmer)
Thought you wanted to eat.
Louise is about to say something else, but she gives in
and looks down at her plate.
Mad SITS. And with that, the three women dig in.
They eat with their hands. They’ve given up praying.
Over this --
Mad HUMS a haunting tune that takes us to --
7.
The three women EMERGE from the door, the lamps from the
windows in hand.
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