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Thursday, November 10, 2005

Martin Eden Script Sample

FADE IN:
Darkness. Sounds of SEAGULLS, TROLLEYS. Main Credits appear during every “beat”
MARTIN EDEN
(v.o.)
He opened up the door with a key...
(beat)
The man opened the heavy door...
(beat)
The sailor opened the wooden door...
(beat)
The young fellow followed his friend into the room after removing his cap.
(beat)
The good-looking one opened the door with a latch-key and went in...
(beat)
The one opened the door with a latch-key and went in, followed by a fellow...a young fellow who awkwardly removed his cap.
(beat)
He wore sea clothes...
(beat)
He wore clothes of the sea.
(beat)
He wore clothes that smelled like the ocean.
(beat)
He wore rough clothes that smacked of the sea, and he was out of place, really out of place...
FADE IN:
Fishing shack, 1895 Oakland. Arthur enters. Martin Eden is laying on a MATTRESS on the floor. He is writing on a piece of paper.
ARTHUR
Let’s move, Eden. Fight starts in ten minutes.
MARTIN EDEN
What’s another word for “really”?
ARTHUR
You ready?
MARTIN EDEN
Manifestly?
(as he begins to write)

...he was manifestly out of place in the spacious hall in which he found himself.
ARTHUR
Go for the throat. If you don’t knock the wind out of him then go for the eyes. Blind him.
Martin Eden stops writing and stand up into the light. He is handsome and rough bearded. He is perfectly at home in a fish shack. He is poor. But he is young and in excellent health despite scars on his face. He places a fisherman’s cap on his head and lights a hand-rolled cigarette.
MARTIN EDEN
Blind him? Naw. I’ll fuckin’ murder that guinea motherfucker.