I have recently written an original film script called ‘Orange Blossom’. It is about an old lady who is in hospital suffering from a haemorrhage. Before she dies, she needs to unburden herself and tell her only son about his true paternity. He is not only determined not to hear what his mother is trying to tell him but is battling with his own memories of sexual abuse as a child, which are being resurrected by his mother’s confessions …
EXT. SCHOOL. RAIN.
We see young Alastair running down the driveway after the taxi. He follows it for a hundred yards or so but, when it doesn’t stop, he gives up. He is out of breath, panting. He stands in the rain watching it go.
We see him walking back down the driveway with the rain bucketing down. When he gets close to the front door he takes shelter under some bushes.
From Young Alastair’s point of view we see parents come out of the front door, embrace their sons before driving away.
CROSS FADE TO LATER.
Young Alastair is still crouching under the bushes. He is shivering with the cold. Then a beam of torch light hits him.
There you are Bagshaw. We’ve been looking for you everywhere. I was just about to call the police.
Young Alastair comes out guiltily from under the bushes and sees Frank standing there with torch.
I’m sorry sir …
You poor chap, you’re soaked. We’d better get you into the warmth as fast as possible.
He puts his arm round the shivering Alastair and leads him into the hallway.
You must be starving. The boys have finished their supper I’m afraid but I’ll ask cook –
(he has as thought)
Tell you what, why don’t you come upstairs and I’ll make you a cup of hot cocoa and some biscuits. Get you out of those wet clothes. How about that?
(responding to his kindness)
Thank you very much Sir.
Frank leads Young Alastair up the wide staircase. On the landing they go past the dormitories and Alastair hears boy’s voices.
Frank leads him up another set of stairs to his own private apartment. Unlike most school master’s rooms, it is modern; furnished in simple good taste with an erotic line drawing and a reproduction of Egon Schiele on the wall.
Young Alastair is clearly nervous.
Before anything else we’d better get you out of those wet clothes.
He takes Young Alastair through to a bathroom where he starts running a bath.
Alastair looks around him, not knowing what to do.
You can warm up in the bath while I get you some dry clothes.
Slowly and diffidently Young Alastair starts to undress trying to shield himself as he does so. Then he climbs into the bath.
It’s all right. You needn’t be shy. We’re all boys here.
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