Most recent script draft to date 25/02

ext.beach-morning

Lewis trods along the beach, he holds a beaten up old umbrella that has many patches to cover the rips and tears.
Every so often he stops, hunches down, filters through the sand, then continues on.
A soft tinkle can be heard as light bulbs gently wash ashore.

EXT.BEACH-MORNING
Lewis gazes out to sea. He watches the light bulbs tumble in the waves and emerge at his feet. He sighs and turns to stare at the dunes. Beside him a small mechanical bird softly ticks and whirs. Lewis picks up a lightbulb and inserts it into a panel on the mechanical birds back.

EXT.BEACH-MORNING
Static crackles from within the bird, dials on its back move left to right, then a red cross appears on the tiny screen.
The light bulb ejects from the panel and explodes in the sand with a soft pop.
Lewis and the bird walk on, behind them a wake of defective shattered light bulbs.

ext.beach-afternoon
The sun is high, Lewis wipes the sweat from his brow and stares up at the sky. He places the last bulb of the day into the panel on the birds back and once again the red cross flashes on the screen.
Lewis lets out a long exaggerated drawn out sigh. Lewis and the mechanical bird slowly walk back towards the lighthouse.

EXT.BEACH-AFTERNOON
Lewis shoves the heavy copper laden door to the lighthouse open with his shoulder.
Lewis and the mechanical bird trudge inside.

Int.lighthouse-night time
Lewis stands on the top deck of the lighthouse, his forehead pressed against the giant glass panels. He stares out at the dark ocean, out to the horizon.
He watches a tiny light far out into the distance, and slowly places his hand against the glass.

ext.beach-morning
Lewis and the mechanical bird fossic amongst the seaweed and light bulbs, stopping to test them every so often.
A strange sound catches lewis's attention. He tilts his head to the side to listen and can hear the sound clearly now.

EXT.BEACH-MORNING
Lewis crouches down and picks up a different looking light bulb. The bulb is larger than the others with an intricate center.
His hands shake with excitement as he holds the bulb up to the sun. He slowly inserts it into the testing panel on the mechanical birds back and after a long pause a green tick flashes up on the tiny monitor.

EXT.BEACH-AFTERNOON
Lewis squeals with delight, he back flips, throws sand and swings his umbrella around in circles. He runs to the shoreline and squints into the horizon, with a huge grin across his face.
Lewis runs back to the lighthouse with the mechanical bird scurrying along behind him.

INT.LIGHTHOUSE-Night Time
The sun is setting as Lewis busily checks the gears and leavers of the lighthouses beacon. He opens the glass panel covering the light and places the bulb into the socket. He polishes the glass and closes it up.

INT.LIGHTHOUSE-NIGHT TIME
The light flickers on, fades to a small dim glow, then with a loud buzz shines so bright, Lewis falls back against the wall. He steadies himself, spins the light and it lazily picks up momentum until the beacon is turning at a steady pace.

INT.LIGHTHOUSE-NIGHT TIME
In that instant a light from the distance shines directly into the Lighthouse, it illuminates the entire upper deck in an eerie blue glow. A silhouette of a girl waves at Lewis. Lewis grins, stops the beacon spinning and aims it at the light coming from the horizon. He stands in front of his Light, creates his own silhouette and waves back to the girl. He looks through his telescope and can see a small lighthouse almost identical to his, he happily sighs and continues to make shadow puppets with his new friend.