Lewis and the Light

Yet another script, no huge changes here, the ending is a little different to the others but mostly still the same theme.
This in my opinion is my final, it needs some proof reading but its the final draft, unless i hear otherwise.



ext.beach-afternoon

LEWIS treads along the beach, he holds a beaten up old umbrella that has many patches to cover the rips and tears.

Now and then he stops, hunches down, filters through the sand, then continues on.

He watches the sky, every so often an object will shoot down and land on the beach, occasionally into the ocean.

Lewis walks to one of the newly fallen objects, its a light bulb, he kicks it over into the sand.

A soft tinkle can be heard as light bulbs gently wash ashore.

Lewis gazes out to sea. He watches the light bulbs tumble in the waves and emerge at his feet.

Beside him a small mechanical bird softly ticks and whirs.

Lewis picks up a light bulb and inserts it into a panel on the mechanical birds back.

Static crackles from within the bird, dials on its back move left to right, then a red cross appears on the tiny screen beside the dials.

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.

The sun is high, LEWIS wipes the sweat from his brow and stares up at the sky. He places another light bulb into the panel on the birds back and once again the red cross flashes on the screen.

He takes a photograph from his back pocket and thumbs the edges as he mournfully stares at his family.

Lewis lets out a long exaggerated drawn out sigh, and he slumps his shoulders.

ext.beach-Dusk

Lewis and the mechanical bird filter amongst the seaweed and light bulbs, stopping to test them every so often.

Lewis hears a whistling sound coming from above, it gets louder and louder and he looks up with panic in his eyes.

He quickly sheppard's the mechanical bird under his arm and holds the umbrella sheepishly over their heads.

Suddenly a large object sails through the sky and thuds onto the beach meters away from them, sand hails over the umbrella.

After some time Lewis crawls out from underneath the umbrella and investigates the crash scene.

Smoke is rising from the object, Lewis discovers that it is a large light bulb, not like the hundreds of others littering the beach. He holds it to the sun and notes that it has an intricate center and has an iridescent glow.

His eyes flash with excitement, his hands tremble as he inserts the strange light bulb into the mechanical birds testing panel.

The mechanical bird shudders and whirs as a green tick flashes on the tiny screen.

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.

The mechanical bird turns and makes a b line for the light house, Lewis follows closely behind.

INT.LIGHTHOUSE-Night

The mechanical bird hops up the stairs towards the light house beacon.

He reaches the top platform and crosses to the beacon.

Lewis opens the glass panel that protects the beacon and the mechanical bird jumps in, perches atop of the empty beacon with the light still attached to the control panel on his back. He opens his beak.

Lewis holds his breath.

A light flickers inside the mechanical birds mouth, fades to a small dim glow, then with a loud buzz shines so bright, Lewis falls back against the wall.

He steadies himself, and takes hold of an old ships steering wheel in front of the giant bay windows.

The light house rumbles, creaks and groans. Small pebbles and bits of debris fall everywhere.

The mechanical bird spins and slowly picks up momentum, he gets faster and faster and the lighthouse lifts off of its foundations. The lighthouse pics up speed and softly propels itself high into the sky.

Lewis steers the light house above the clouds.

INT.lighthouse land - night

He lands the Lighthouse above the clouds, in an empty lot surrounded by Lighthouses.

The town is in complete darkness save for burning torches scattered about, they create long shadows that seem to reach out towards Lewis.

The lighthouse beacon makes one final lazy spin and stops to rest, facing the town. The light slowly bathes over the town enriching it with a warmth and glow that hasn't been felt in years.

Lewis takes a quick glance at a cork board mounted in the gallery (top floor) of the lighthouse, there is an old worn newspaper clipping that has a photograph of an empty lighthouse lot, and the towns people standing around the lot looking grief stricken.

He smiles and makes his way down the stairs to outside.

Already people are slowly emerging, rubbing their eyes as if the town has just woken up from a deep slumber.

The mechanical bird happily whirs and buzzes beside him.