1. EXT. TOWN HIGH STREET. SHOP FRONT. 8.47AM
A Friday morning, the sound of cars driving in traffic, shutters of shops opening and the occasional passer by.
BRIAN, a 53 year old man living on the streets awakes outside Marks and Spencer’s in the high street. His clothes and blanket are of the same drab and dirty yellow colouring, both stained with booze and the dirt from the ground.
He rises from the rags and cardboard he calls home, stands up walks and few paces to the left where he begins urinating. When this morning routine is over, he walks back to his “spot”, reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out some stale bread saved from the day before. BRIAN sits and watches the people open up their shops.
2. EXT. SAME HIGH STREET 43 YEARS IN THE PAST. MID DAY
People walking by talking and laughing, everyone appears to be happy.
BRIAN is only 10 years old, seen walking with his father JEFF, holding hands. BRIAN looks up at his father.
Dad… Where did everyone get all their money?
JEFF looks down at his son and smiles
3. EXT. TOWN HIGH STREET. SHOP FRONT. PRESENT DAY. 9.13AM
More people are beginning to walk by, traffic seems to be getting worse causing more engine noises.
BRIAN seems to snap out of a day dream and looks uncomfortable. He immediately rummages through his rags and cardboard until he comes across a brown box containing large coloured sticks of chalk. He walks a few steps out into the street and sits down.
CUT TO BLACK
4. EXT. TOWN HIGH STREET. PAVEMENT. 9.38AM
BRIAN is passed by many people, no one seems to look at him in the middle of the street; they’re just going about their day. He pulls out a green chalk and begins scribbling away at the ground.
5. INT. CHILDS BEDROOM FLOOR. AFTERNOON.
The sound of pencils moving back and forth on paper. Sun from the window is shining upon a young boys head; the same young boy from before, BRIAN.
A woman appears at the doorway and watches her son colour in the trees on a picture of a tiger in the jungle.
You certainly do love drawing, huh.
BRIAN continues colouring in.
6. EXT. HIGH STREET PAVEMENT. 9.57AM
The picture has grown, the green chalk seems to be a key element of the picture. Again, people are still walking by. BRIAN is unmoved by this and continues, nothing distracts his eyes from the crude urban art he is creating.
Half an hour passes where BRIAN feels necessary to stop. He gets up and walks over to his pile of cloth and boxes and reaches in. He pulls out a knitted hat and takes it over to the chalk drawing where he sets up the hat like a bowl inviting people to give him money. He begins chalking again.
7. INT. LIVING ROOM. SOMETIME IN THE PAST
Sound of chalk brushing against concrete. A young BRIAN is seen with his parents in front of a roaring fire. He is handed a knitted hat to keep him warm throughout winter.
8. EXT. HIGH STREET PAVEMENT. 12.34PM
People eating and talking fills the scene with a lot of noise.
BRIAN pauses from drawing to look at people. He watches as they eat and spend their money, all filled with joy and he scowls. He looks between his hat and them, then continues drawing, this time with angrier movements. People still ignore BRIAN.
9. INT. CHILDS BEDROOM. EVENING.
Once again we see a young BRIAN scribbling away at a piece of paper. His mother walks through the doorway and scowls.
Brian, all you do is draw.. Your not going to get anywhere in life by drawing!!
BRIAN carries on drawing, this time he uses a red pencil and is very heavy handed in his strokes.
10. EXT. HIGH STREET. 2.05PM
The town centre is becoming more and more busy, more people and more noise; but still the faint sound of BRIAN scribbling away.
As the day progresses, BRIAN’S picture is becoming more visible and obvious in what it is. Greens, blues, purples and reds fill the concrete floor but still its not quite complete. BRIAN pauses to take a look in his hat and still doesn’t find anything, not even a penny. He grows angrier and carries on with his picture.
11. EXT. HIGH STREET. 3.13PM
Still heavily bustling with noise, the picture is complete. It’s message is clear and written into the centre; but still no money. BRIAN sits back as if to give up on the world.
12. EXT. HIGH STREET. 3.24PM
Still very noisy, BRIAN is laying beside his crude chalk masterpiece looking into the grey dreary sky when a young girl in a pink dress comes into his sight; he immediately sits up. The girl stands no more then four feet, brunette with freckles and a smile. She takes off the gold sticker star attached to her dress; looking down at BRIAN she extends her arm as if to give it to him. BRIAN gives the girl his hand and she drops her prize into his hand then skips off, back into the grey crowd. BRIAN is left staring at this star, tears form in his eyes. BRIAN breaths a joyful sigh. Silence.
FADE TO BLACK
A script written in my first year of uni… based on true events.
Some girls made it into a short film… but it wasn’t very good.
Read it, if you have the time.