tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82023820978809623242024-03-05T00:23:07.072-08:00Who is Wallace Intrubé?Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202382097880962324.post-73109168559944623552012-08-28T10:34:00.003-07:002012-08-28T10:34:31.621-07:00The Disneyland SequenceAs post-production wraps up and we get ready to conduct our last filming session, the final documentary is looking incredible - we're very excited to share it once it's done! Here's another completed sequence in the meantime, which forms the first part of the "Summer Preparations" section. Here, Wallace moves to Lancashire and goes into hiding, on the search for magic.<br />
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<br />Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202382097880962324.post-54799066140168198332012-07-09T08:36:00.001-07:002012-07-09T08:36:32.464-07:00The first full sequence!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are pleased to bring to you a finished sequence from the upcoming Wallace Intrubé documentary. This by no means the only sequence filmed but is the first to be completely finished. Production is now in full swing, with the entire documentary expected to be completed by the end of August. In the meantime, enjoy the story of Wallace's visit to America (2005), and look forward to a theatrical trailer!<br /><br />Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202382097880962324.post-65574761530785319672012-04-10T14:40:00.000-07:002012-04-10T14:40:06.407-07:00The Montage SceneIt's now seven months since the last update! High time for another video. This will be the 'montage scene'; a common plot device used in many upstanding documentaries which understand that their audience don't always have the best memory in the world and might need reminding what on earth happened in the last episode. Generally, this sort of thing is used in proportion with the estimated intelligence of the audience, which is why you see one on the X factor every ten minutes. But we're expecting a higher calibre of viewers, so you just get one, insanely epic, montage scene.<br />
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This is NOT a trailer! The real trailer is going to change cinema forever.<br />
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So here's the video, almost completed!<br />
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Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202382097880962324.post-10040507917549967992011-07-26T09:29:00.000-07:002011-07-26T09:29:02.192-07:00Part 2 - First video<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, this is long overdue because the video's been up for quite a while, but of course, the team has been on Calypso's isle making stunning discoveries and documenting a truly terrifying sequence. We can give a preview soon with some screens!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">For now, here's the first outtake video, with a couple of excerpts from the actual documentary and basically a little look "behind the scenes".</div><br />
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We plan to visit Calypso and interview her about Wallace. Here is an early draft of the script:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Visit to Calypso</span></u><br />
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</u></span></div><b>Person 1: </b><i>[talking to camera a little distance from Calypso] </i><b>Studying numerous feature length films and novels has allowed us to gain expertise in the art of talking to Gods. Firstly, you must never say the words “the”, “a”, “am” as in “I am” or “are” as in “We are”.</b><br />
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<b>Person 1:</b><i> [cut to interview with Calypso] </i><b>Hail, Calypso, queen of ocean. We would like audience. We team of historians with great request.</b><br />
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<b>Person 1: </b><i>[back to talking to camera]</i><b> You must always give them a token of friendship, and it has to be completely useless and have a name with at least six syllables.</b><br />
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<b>Person 1:</b><i> [cut to interview again]</i><b> Please accept our gift – an ornamental wog-wog-joggin-joggin. </b><i>[gives twig to Calypso]</i><br />
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<b>Person 1: </b><i>[back to camera] </i><b>You have to compliment them. {“Fine, fine jaw and great power”} preferably with the words “beyond all other Gods” {“beyond all other Gods”} and spend a few minutes eating whatever they eat. {“This wheat grass is indeed nourishing!”} And then – then you say what you want.</b><div><br />
<b>Calypso: What is it you ask for?</b><br />
<b>Person 1: Information, on someone you may know - Wallace Intrubé.</b><br />
<b>Calypso: Ahh, orange boy.</b><br />
<b>Person 1: Yes...</b><br />
<b>Calypso: I deliver great victory for that boy.</b><br />
<b>Person 1: It is true, then, that you helped him defeat Hartleys and Mafia in great battle?</b><br />
<b>Calypso: Yessss. The sea did my will, and his.</b><br />
<b>Person 1: What persuaded you to help him, then?</b><br />
<b>Calypso: If you're worried someone might manage it again, that is not the case. I take orders from nobody, particularly men.</b><br />
<b>Person 1: Surely if you take orders from nobody it makes no difference if it is a woman or man?</b><br />
<b>Calypso: Aye. That be true. But rest assured I will give no further help. Not to him, not to anybody. He played a role nobody else could fill.</b><br />
<b>Person 1: What role?</b><br />
<b>Calypso: I had a debt to settle. A man, of course, vile creatures as you are. Nobody but Wallace can rip the soul out of another man. And that is how he settled the debt. By ripping out the man's soul!</b><br />
<b>Person 1: How did he do it?</b><br />
<b>Calypso: Only by severest of methods. Biscuit technique.</b><br />
<b>Person 1: Ah. You know, we've never been told this, but what exactly is the biscuit technique?</b><br />
<b>Calypso: If you knew, you would be worse than dead. Do you want that?</b><br />
<b>Person 1: No.</b><br />
<b>Calypso: Pity... </b><i>[frantic music begins]</i><br />
<b>Person 1: What?</b><br />
<b>Calypso: Your fate is not good, traveller. You trespassed Wallace's secrets. For that you will pay.</b><br />
<b>Person 1: But – you gave them to me!</b><br />
<b>Calypso: That is irrelevant! You expect Wallace to enlist my help and fail to ensure those who discover so never live to tell the tale? Feel the wrath of Calypso! You may live yet – that is, if you can escape my territory before my wrath consumes you! </b><i>[Laughs wildly]</i><br />
<b>Person 1: </b><i>[Standing up, cluthing head, screaming!]</i><b> No! No!</b><br />
<b>Person 2:</b><i> [Cameraman]</i><b> Come one, let's go! Go go! </b><i><br />
[Escape scene, dramatic music, culminates in Dr Frankland diving off the Azure Window]</i><br />
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</div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Sadly, after we board, we can give no updates until we return - the Internet has not reached the place we intend to explore. Whether, education, democracy, law and standards of hygiene have is something we should be equally concerned about...</div></div>Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202382097880962324.post-58970154570036441052011-06-25T14:55:00.000-07:002011-06-25T14:56:32.832-07:00Part 2 approaches...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlj2SjA8DBZa5wXlwiZ7VTaW7kh9-jn7aOIakoYE5qFnOP6_zZ2_2Q7K2lLz5r_DO74ftm5sg5lvXMztv-n1GCh7JzqZUO-Jf0vTVEVPTAjdxONEosLAvH8BMrX-BOCtXrjjSHY3lIlFc/s1600/Wallace+Intrube%25CC%2581+-+Part+2+Promotional+Poster+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlj2SjA8DBZa5wXlwiZ7VTaW7kh9-jn7aOIakoYE5qFnOP6_zZ2_2Q7K2lLz5r_DO74ftm5sg5lvXMztv-n1GCh7JzqZUO-Jf0vTVEVPTAjdxONEosLAvH8BMrX-BOCtXrjjSHY3lIlFc/s400/Wallace+Intrube%25CC%2581+-+Part+2+Promotional+Poster+1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202382097880962324.post-55045646966464672642011-04-28T10:47:00.000-07:002011-04-28T10:47:13.045-07:00An Interview with Magician TunnokWe are steaming ahead with the script for "Who is Wallace Intrubé? - Part 2", and as it becomes ridiculously long and less feasible to film within the next two months, we complete an exclusive interview with Magician Tunnok, part-time resident of Sabden and expert on the Pendle Witches! Click "read more" to see the interview!<br />
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<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[Interviewer and Tunnok sit down]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Thankyou for agreeing to meet with us, Mr Tunnok.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Tunnok: You're not welcome.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Ok, let's proceed......you've been a part-time resident in Sabden for how long?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Tunnok: Six years. Fourteen months, thirty five days, 42 hours, 89 minutes and</b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[looks at watch] </span></i></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>14 seconds.....16, 17, 18, 19, 20</b></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Thankyou. And you say you have a record of every witch who has ever lived in the Pendle area for the last 900 years?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Tunnok: I do.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Tell us a bit about them.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Tunnok: I've documented over 200,000 witches, 400 of whom are alive to today; so you've got your Alice Nutter, Dem Dyke, extending all the way back to Roena Ravenclaw, then right up to modern-day witches, so there's Sybill Trelawney, Katrina the Oppressor and Serafina Pekella. Those are the most famous ones, of course.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: But how is it that you tell them apart from each other? They are, and I'm sure you'll agree with me, rather uniform in their appearance, are they not?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Tunnok: Oh certainly. They're equally disgusting and horrid. But thank heavens they are, because otherwise I might develop an attraction to some of them.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: No doubt. Is there a way, to tell them apart?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Tunnok: There is...you have to look at their powers. Each witch gas a different set of defining magical enchantments to their name, in addition to the spells that everyone has to learn from this book. </b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[Gets out Hogwarts Journal]</span></i></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: That's incredible, may I take a look?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Tunnok: Of course.</b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[Shots of Interviewer turning the book over in their hands, then using a finger to stroke the cover then licking the finger]</span></i></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Fascinating....so am I right in supposing that if you were to look at the powers of those in possession of magic, you could identify the witch who possesses them?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Tunnok: Yes, you can trace the powers back to the witch.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Well we're looking for a witch, who we believe had some of her powers stolen by someone. Have you heard of Wallace Intrubé?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Tunnok: </b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[Dark Music begins, shadow appears across his face.] </span></i></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Oh I've heard of him.</b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">{Could show someone holding up something to put a shadow over him “That's not necessary” (music stops) “Sorry”, Interviewer turns back to Tunnok. “You've heard of him?” (music begins again) }</span></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The devil's accomplice with a rugged face to boot. Oh we've had some words, Wallace and myself. He certainly left a bitter taste when he stopped by the house of Katrina the Oppressor.</b></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: It was Katrina the Oppressor he stole from?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Tunnok: Oh yes. </b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[Looks morbidly aside] </span></i></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Only Katrina could have provided the kind of magic he uses to travel the world. I don't know what else he stole – you'll have to ask her yourself.</b></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: How can we find her?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Magician Tunnok: Well, you see the trouble is she's very good at keeping her whereabouts a secret, and on top of that she's incredibly well disguised. But I can tell you where she is for a small fee.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Certainly. </b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[Hands money over]</span></i></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Magician Tunnok: She's over there. </b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[Camera moves to Katrina in full witch clothing at a nearby table, wearing a huge nametag]</span></i></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Oh.</b></span></span></span></span></div>Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202382097880962324.post-83748806300634877692011-04-23T11:48:00.000-07:002011-04-23T11:48:08.594-07:00Scripting progress: Section 1 - "Early Years 1993-2004" - is now finished!And when I say finished, I mean the first version is done, since many alterations and additions will be made as we begin filming it, based on criticisms, difficulties, practicalities and spontaneous ideas which tend to make the whole thing ten times better. I estimate this will be approximately 1/4 of the entire script, which is already looking to be nearly twice as long as the first documentary. Maybe, just maybe, we'll have to split it into two documentaries?<br />
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Since almost none of the speaking parts have been assigned to people, I've put 'Person 1', 'Person 2', 'Person 3' and so forth. This DOES NOT MEAN whoever says the line for 'Person 1' in one part automatically "becomes" person 1 for all scenes; this system is just used to determine who says which lines relative to each other within a given scene. I haven't actually included exact scene indicators for all parts, so there may be places where it looks like there are several people in a scene but it is in fact several interviews one after another.<br />
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Anyway - here it is, four pages of script on the early years of Wallace.<br />
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<a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: center;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Who is Wallace Intrubé? - Part 2</span></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><u><br />
</u></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mysterious, dark music to begin; quiet and reserved. “A Forest Friend Production” “In alliance with the Snickets” “Authorised by VSD” fade in and out from black.</span></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Music continues as the picture fades from black to a panoramic view of pendle hill, with the silhouette of Tim sat on one side, reading a book. Shots of the book and parts of tim. One shot moving from half of his face down to the book; he begins to speak just as he moves out of shot. As he reads, shots of the surrounding nature and grass, and maybe half of his face again. When he finishes reading out the poem, the camera pans up on his last words and he turns to face it directly – for the first time, saying: “Of course, the boy I'm talking about, is Wallace Intrubé”<br />
Alternatively (and more dramatically) he finishes the poem and the music suddenly stops, gets up and walks slowly to stand on the edge of the cliff, the wind howling, with a shot from behind showing his view. Then a final shot in front of him (if possible) where he looks slightly to the left of the camera, looking out towards the hills, and says the line. However, much more difficult to film.</span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> The poem will be written later, but will not rhyme (too cheesy) and will be philosophical and maybe contain archaisms. “With thine glory shall he rise from the depths” etc.etc.etc.</span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> After this line there is a pause as he walks off the screen (but the camera angle changes between his line and this shot). The main theme music begins on a long shot which first focuses in on him then pans out to the hills. Further long shots of him walking and the landscape, and some medium shots. Title credits begin once the music starts, with 'A Forest Friends Production'. They continue to fade in and out as the sequence continues; creating more of a cinematic beginning rather than a 'dispatches' style. </span></span></span></span> </div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Music wise: First 16 bars deals with just Tim travelling, first walking then getting into a car. On bar 9, the car passes the camera through a village and the title credits come up (they can do every 2 bars). Might end these bars on a long shot of a car, or one of inside the car</span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Next 16 bars shows Nick, Johanna, Hannah and others using different modes of transport. Could start with getting on a train, or being on a plane, then have fast-paced walking or others. End these bars on 2 or 3 shots of different people walking into the same building (different angles and times). </span></span></span></span> </div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Last few bars are inside the building; close ups of people going through doors (no full body shots) then people lining up apprentice-style. Very last shot is all of the historians in a line, standing straight. Music stops; people suddenly break into informal conversation.</span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Voiceover: “Our research team is back. Their investigation will soon begin. We are about to sail over uncharted waters in the next stage of our journey.”</span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> [The possible trailer-like sequence where we show 'what happened in the previous documentary' and 'what will happen in this one', but shorter than part 1's trailer].</span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Fade to black and 'Early Years / 1993-2004'</span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="CENTER" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><u><span style="font-weight: normal;">Early Years 1193-2004</span></u></span></span></span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">Cut to: Conference shot</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Nick: So where do you think would be a good place to start the “Early Years” of his life?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">[pause]</span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 2: How about his birth? </b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">(not sarcastically)</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Nick: His birth?</b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[general murmur of assent]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 3: Personally I think it's a good idea. I've seen a lot of other researchers do that sort of thing when describing someone's life.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 4: Yeah same</b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[general nodding]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 2: I think any earlier would just be stupid </b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[numerous 'Yeah's and 'that's true']</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Nick: Well I think that's sorted then. We'll start Wallace Intrubé's life with his birth. </b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[music begins]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[landscape shot]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The research team found that Wallace was born in Doncaster, England. For the benefit of Americans, this means he was born near London. Shortly after, for a holiday his parents took him to Edinburgh, Scotland, which, for the benefit of Americans, is near London. But we're concerned about the moment of his birth. A well known fact is that he was born on the 15</span></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><sup><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">th</span></span></span></span></sup></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> of March, 1993.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 1: Making his day of birth a.....Monday </b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[murmur of interest]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 2: Fascinating!</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 3: Just brilliant.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">A first hand account writes that when Wallace's mother first caught sight of him, she pronounced: 'The boy who lived!', to which the nurse replied: 'Unfortunately so'. We hired a team of professional actors to reconstruct this event.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[bad costumes, no child whatsoever, no hospital situation, just two people stood side by side]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 1: The boy who lived!</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 2: Unfortunately so</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Perhaps the best person to relate the very early years of his life is Madam Coyne, the Intrubé's former maid.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[shot of outside the interview room]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: Now the producers have asked if I’ll sit in for an interview so that they can ask me a few questions about my time as Wallace’s carer. It’s not something I usually do as a historian; I’m mostly out on research... </b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[looks back to interview room door]</span></i></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>...but I’ve agreed to it because I know a lot of information that’s valuable to this project.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[shot of Madam Coyne taking her seat in a brightly lit room, possible shot of the interviewer – who cannot be any of the 'historians'. Must be male]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Madam Coyne, welcome</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: Hello</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Well, first of all, glad you could make it, we have a lot to get through today, so thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: You're welcome</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: So, first of all, we want to know a little about how you came to be the Intrubé's maid. From our records, the family has a tradition of employing East European slaves exclusively, and you are neither a slave nor East European. How did you get the job?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: Well first of all it's certainly not a coincidence I got the job. I don't think anybody else has quite the same qualifications as I have.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: You were a nanny in Sabden I believe?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: Yes. It was my job to tame the children whose minds had been so corrupted by fundamentalism and war. There really are few places where you will find more barbaric children.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: What did you do after that?<br />
Madam Coyne: I travelled to Transylvania. I wanted a better challenge. </b></span></span></span></span> </div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: You wanted a better challenge?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: I wanted a better challenge.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[Very long pause]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Care to elaborate on this challenge?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: Oh certainly. May I have a cup of tea?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Of course.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[someone random gets her a cup of tea]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: I was a pet tamer, if you will. I looked after the animals which the aristocratic families possessed, but the nature of these animals.....they were monstrous. I was paid highly – I was the only one willing to do the job.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: What does that make you, then, officially?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: The most accomplished tamer in the world.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Well, this clearly explains why you were hired by the Intrubés then. What was Wallace like?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[eerie music begins]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: He was unlike any child you have ever imagined. There was something in him which was utterly malevolent. I remember my first day at the Intrubé mansion.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[switches to an echoey, slow montage of dark scenes, first Madam Coyne arrives at the door, nice parents welcome her in, then she is introduced to the baby Wallace, who first seems nice, but when the parents have left, is pure evil]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">…<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>.I had to tame him as best I could. He was just a baby, and had no real power. But I knew that he loathed me – I knew he loathed everyone.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[shots of outside the house. Long drawn-out echoey screaming]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">…<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>.I taught him language, I managed to teach him some manners. But I could never teach him affection. He is almost.....inhuman. There is an evil in there that is not his </b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">[portraits of Wallace as a young boy], </span></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>and if it were removed, he might be human again. I could see a part in him was longing for something, and I began to realise</b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[cut back to Madam Coyne, either as an 'old scene' or her at the interview, stop music]</span></i></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>- his mind depends on the success of his family. Until he conquers everything, he will remain a cursed spirit.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">[pause]</span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: When did you leave the Intrubé household?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[Wallace Intrubé theme from Part 1 begins]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: The moment I saw he was too strong to be contained – his fifth birthday. By then he could lift the back end of a car. I also knew that he would be soon attempting to lift my skirt. I got out while I could.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Did they hire a replacement maid?<br />
Madam Coyne: No.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: And you left on the 15</b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><sup><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>th</b></span></span></span></sup></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> March, 1998?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: Yes.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Thankyou for your time, Madam Coyne.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[rising to leave] </span></i></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: You're welcome.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[Outdoor shot]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Wizard Oreon: The implications of Madam Coyne's experiences are many, but none more profound than this: there was no childhood event or trigger causing his disposition; Wallace was simply born evil.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[shots of Madam Coyne walking through town and entering the conference room]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Our team must reassemble. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[Person 1: How did it go? Madam Coyne: It was ok.] </span></i></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">We need to uncover the remaining secrets of Wallace's early life. And where better to look than the home he lived, where all of his childhood will be told. Today, we will journey to the Intrubé Mansion.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[St Mary's field scene]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Dr Frankland: Of course the mansion burned down in 2004, but we do have a reconstruction of what it might have looked like.</b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"> [shots of a building being built] </span></i></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Well – it's a work in progress.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Although the Intrubé fire means that an entire collection of valuable evidence has been lost, the very fact the mansion was burned down is just as revealing. Our team conducted pyrotechnic experiments to bring us closer to the identity of the arsonist. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[shots of burning matches and small wooden boards shaped like houses]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 1: Now if we put the burn time of the model house through this equation [points to a whiteboard with a number of random pictures on it] we'll get the time it took to burn the Intrubé mansion.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[researchers on calculators]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 2: 2.4 seconds</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 1: Good. And using this chart, we can find out who did it. </b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[shows a chart with random celebrities and their corresponding arson attack times, with snickets on '2-5' seconds. Person 1 points at the Snickets]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 1: Now that's interesting.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">If our research was correct, and the Snickets had indeed burned down the Intrubé mansion, this has profound consequences for the Intrubé dynasty, because traditionally, the Snickets were their allies. [pause] We found further evidence to support our view – a press conference by the Snickets themselves after the burning.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[shot of Person 1 watching the press conference on a computer, with the equation on the other side of him]</span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Snicket family member: Let's put the rumours to rest. We did it.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 1: It's clear from the video that the Snickets were the culprits, and while the evidence is not quite as concrete as ours [camera pans to the drawing-equation], it's certainly enough to support our theory.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 2: The information we have exclusively revealed is highly enlightening. The fire which burned down the Intrubé mansion killed Wallace's grandfather, the legendary Don Criceto, who as we know was the bulwark against the Mafia's attacks. Now Wallace was alone – he'd not only lost the support of his grandfather, but the support of the Snickets, who had been instrumental in expanding the Intrubé's power overseas.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 3: Why did the Snickets do it? That's a question we're struggling to answer. It's possible that they had grown impatient with the Intrubés in their attempt to release their properties from the terms of the Postcard. </b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">[demonstration with Monopoly houses]</span></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> As everybody knows, the Mafia has an ultimate hold over more than two thirds of Intrubé property, meaning the Intrubés will have to pass it over when the last male member dies. Of course to the Snickets, this makes no difference – with the contract broken, the Intrubés have to fight to win back their property, but under the contract they had already been doing this. It was the company owned by the Snickets and the Intrubés – VSD – that they were worried about, because their business deals were faltering.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 4: VSD is owned exclusively by the Snickets and the Intrubés, making it safe from investment problems, but the signing of the postcard seriously hindered their sales - after all, who would deal with a company who might lose two thirds of its assets with the death of Don Criceto? VSD was walking on egg shells.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Person 3: And this is probably why they had Criceto killed – they wanted to bite the bullet and move past the contract, which in their eyes, had no end while the male line continued. Once Criceto was gone, the line was effectively over – his son, Michael, had no special training, and Wallace was only a child. To the Snickets, killing Criceto must have been the only logical option.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">[outdoor scene, historians walking]</span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">But it was here that the Snickets made two misjudgements. Significantly, the death of Criceto meant the Intrubés had nobody in the family to fight their cause, and the Mafia found little difficulty in taking away their properties. However, the other misjudgemen cancels this out entirely. It was a misjudgement everyone made, to their own detriment and regret. Nobody had any idea how powerful Wallace Intrubé would prove to be. It was Wallace's turn to shine.</span></span></span></span></span></div></span>Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202382097880962324.post-29059934531727107722011-04-02T08:09:00.000-07:002011-04-02T08:15:08.243-07:00An interview with Madam CoyneToday's update is on the screenplay side - "Who is Wallace Intrubé - Part 2" now runs for approximately 10 minutes, as a rough estimate. Today the interview with Madam Coyne was finished, featuring an in-depth account of her time as the Intrubé's former maid. Enjoy!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Who is Wallace Intrubé - Part 1: The Life of Wallace</span></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Madam Coyne interview</span></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></u></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">[shot of outside the interview room]</span></i></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></i></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: Now the producers have asked if I’ll sit in for an interview so that they can ask me a few questions about my time as Wallace’s carer. It’s not something I usually do as a historian; I’m mostly out on research... </b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b></b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[looks back to interview room door]</span></i></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>...but I’ve agreed to it because I know a lot of information that’s valuable to this project.</b></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></i></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">[shot of Madam Coyne taking her seat in a brightly lit room, possible shot of the interviewer – who cannot be any of the 'historians'. Must be male]</span></i></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Madam Coyne, welcome</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: Hello</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Well, first of all, glad you could make it, we have a lot to get through today, so thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule.</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: You're welcome</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: So, first of all, we want to know a little about how you came to be the Intrubé's maid. From our records, the family has a tradition of employing East European slaves exclusively, and you are neither a slave nor East European. How did you get the job?</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: Well first of all it's certainly not a coincidence I got the job. I don't think anybody else has quite the same qualifications as I have.</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: You were a nanny in Sabden I believe?</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: Yes. It was my job to tame the children whose minds had been so corrupted by fundamentalism and war. There really are few places where you will find more barbaric children.</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Interviewer: What did you do after that?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"> Madam Coyne: I travelled to Transylvania. I wanted a better challenge. </span></b></span></span> </span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: You wanted a better challenge?</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: I wanted a better challenge.</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></i></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">[Very long pause]</span></i></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Care to elaborate on this challenge?</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: Oh certainly. May I have a cup of tea?</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Of course.</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></i></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">[someone random gets her a cup of tea]</span></i></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: I was a pet tamer, if you will. I looked after the animals which the aristocratic families possessed, but the nature of these animals.....they were monstrous. I was paid highly – I was the only one willing to do the job.</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: What does that make you, then, officially?</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: The most accomplished tamer in the world.</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Well, this clearly explains why you were hired by the Intrubés then. What was Wallace like?</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">[eerie music begins]</span></i></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: He was unlike any child you have ever imagined. There was something in him which was utterly malevolent. I remember my first day at the Intrubé mansion.</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">[switches to an echoey, slow montage of dark scenes, first Madam Coyne arrives at the door, nice parents welcome her in, then she is introduced to the baby Wallace, who first seems nice, but when the parents have left, is pure evil]</span></i></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">…<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>.I had to tame him as best I could. He was just a baby, and had no real power. But I knew that he loathed me – I knew he loathed everyone.</b></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">[shots of outside the house. Long drawn-out echoey screaming]</span></i></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">…<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>.I taught him language, I managed to teach him some manners. But I could never teach him affection. He is almost.....inhuman. There is an evil in there that is not his,</b></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">[portraits of Wallace as a young boy]</span></span></span></i></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>and if it were removed, he might be human again. I could see a part in him was longing for something, and I began to realise</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[cut back to Madam Coyne, either as an 'old scene' or her at the interview, stop music]</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>- his mind depends on the success of his family. Until he conquers everything, he will remain a cursed spirit.</b></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><i>[pause]</i></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: When did you leave the Intrubé household?</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">[Wallace Intrubé theme from Part 1 begins]</span></i></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></i></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: The moment I saw he was too strong to be contained – his fifth birthday. By then he could lift the back end of a car. I also knew that he would be soon attempting to lift my skirt. I got out while I could.</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Interviewer: Did they hire a replacement maid?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"> Madam Coyne: No.</span></b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: And you left on the 15</b></span></span><sup><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>th</b></span></span></sup><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> March, 1998?</b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: Yes.</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><b>Interviewer: Thankyou for your time, Madam Coyne.</b></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">[rising to leave] </span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Madam Coyne: You</b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> 're<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> welcome.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">More to come as the script evolves!</span></span></span></span></div></div>Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202382097880962324.post-82550761588177702842011-03-29T12:08:00.000-07:002011-03-29T12:08:16.734-07:00Designing the DVD coverIt's in the works at the moment while the DVDs themselves are being delivered. I have two different versions - one with a 'smoke' border and one with a clean-cut border. This is just the front cover for now. What do people prefer?<br />
<b>"Smoke" Border:</b><br />
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<b>Or "Clean" Border:</b><br />
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</b>Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202382097880962324.post-29878889552017600252011-03-26T13:40:00.000-07:002011-03-26T16:09:00.833-07:00A raft of ideas!Pre-production phase is in many ways the most exciting time of the filming process, because it's where everyone has complete creative freedom - here the ideas for the documentaries are actually created. Once we have ideas for every part of the story, we can finally begin writing up the screenplay. However, I say "finally" - it took about two weeks to start and finish the screenplay for <i>Who is Wallace Intrubé - Part 1</i>, and many of the ideas we had are overflowing into <i>Who is Wallace Intrubé - Part 2</i>!<br />
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So here they are, organised by documentary/production, and with some in an 'any' section, because, well, they can go anywhere.<br />
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</u></div>Credits section: Find members of the public and ask them to watch the first documentary, then met up with them after it, then ask them questions like:<br />
<ul><li>What do you think of the quality? Professional or clearly a student production?</li>
<li>Can you understand it?</li>
<li>Would you see it again?</li>
<li>Would you recommend it to anyone?</li>
<li>Would you be interested in watching more productions from Forest Friends Productions?</li>
<li>Rating?</li>
</ul><div>End with: "This documentary is for entertainment purposes only and does not contain factual information on persons living or dead. The views expressed in this documentary do not represent the views of Forest Friends or its affiliates. Tjis documentary is subject to copyright."</div><div><br />
</div><div>Do a lot of reading in Dark Places, and more walking scenes. Shots of half a presenter's face. This time, ALL experts need outside scenes.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Our initial attempts to contact the Hartleys were unsuccessful" [show clip of presenter asking one member if they could speak to him and being refused]</div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Balafalafa</span></u></div><div><u><br />
</u></div><div>Do an "expert's reconstruction" of a Balafalafa attack - animated version of stick people getting attacked by a stick figure with a badger head. Has a pre-warning: "Be warned - the following scene is highly disturbing"</div><div>It moves from camera footage of running through a forest, then hearing rustling and turning around, to the animation</div><div>Mr Nick draws various sketches of Balafalafa to represent "ancient artist's depictions" from the past.</div><div><br />
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</u></div><div>An actual "where does sabden cover?" section with accompanying ordinance survey maps.<br />
Need to make a written-out timeline for Sabden/Balafalafa (or even both). Could have a "long version" (trailing on the floor "It's like the Torah this") and a "short version" (for actual reference).</div><div>Could test an "ancient communication device" (basically something obviously non-functional like two shells) on the hills of Sabden</div><div>"What they would have done.....is hold the device in their hand, and place it to their ear, being careful not to cover this part....a bit like this"</div><div>Historians test it out on two different hills in "Sabden Language" like "ack Nophstand uplim!" then rings the other historian on their mobile phone to check: "Did you get that?" "Not a thing"</div><div>Voiceover: "Clearly, the experiment proved a total failure."</div><div><br />
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"Silent Movie section" - maybe a fast chase scene? Piano plays a Chopin piece.<br />
Could have a wandering musician in a scene to "justify the use of background music"<br />
Demonstrations of a particular plot line or event through the use of objects; or through a short 'drama' - this can be turned into a joke<br />
Go from a still picture to an acted out scene<br />
"Will we be able to publish this as historical research?" "Well we only have the evidence of one mentally insane man" "Hmmmm......that'll do"<br />
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These are simply the latest batch of idea - many more were conceived of a few months ago. As with any creative project, not all ideas can be included but it's very likely that most of these if not all will. Reassuringly, we have as many ideas for the "spin-off" documentaries as we do for Wallace Intrubé, meaning the production of entirely separate documentaries for those subject areas is going to be worth it :)<br />
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More ideas will arrive as we have them; and so will early versions of the screenplays!Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202382097880962324.post-73755411928100406772011-03-23T14:26:00.000-07:002011-03-23T14:26:10.604-07:00Wallace Intrubé's biography has been finished!Want to hear about Latvian boys in Easter Eggs, unrated autobiographical films, a 'victory museum', appearances on Oprah and the Crucifixion Game? Head on over to the <a href="http://www.illogicopedia.org/wiki/Wallace_Intrub%C3%A9">Wallace Intrubé</a> page on Illogicopedia, which has been updated to include the remainder of his biography up to the present day.<br />
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This is exciting news, because it means the screenplay for Who is Wallace Intrubé - Part 2 can be mapped out at last. With all the information in place, it's time to start pre-production properly. Period. Perfect. Pretty picturesque. Poo.<br />
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Meanwhile, ideas for all the upcoming productions are being discussed and recorded. What we know for sure is the next few documentaries are going to be incredible. Stay tuned for more updates on the progress!Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202382097880962324.post-92022882444633196812011-03-21T17:00:00.000-07:002011-03-26T16:09:42.238-07:00Pre-production has begun!Oh hey ya'll.<br />
This is young master G.B. but for the sake of internet animity you can call me Zauberdragon. Very, very early script writing took place today, well me getting bored and scribling some thoughts down. Seeing as I did most of the Balafalafa page on Illogicipedia I've done a bit on everyone's faviorate Hungarian Badger-woman.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Balafalafa</span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Presenter- (footage of them in Sabden in a relatively rural sport walking towards the camera)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It was in these idyllic hills, that on the 7<sup>th</sup> of December 2006, little Timmy Townsend was found face down, drifting in and out of consciousness. His tale is familiar yet no less distressing. You see, Little Timmy was the latest in a long line of victims to a savage beast that had haunted Europe, and later the world for centuries. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">(Cut to a series of related images)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">This beast went from pillaging small settlements in medieval Hungary to bringing the whole world to her knees in the 20<sup>th</sup> century. Her influence spread from east to west, creating the largest proxy-empire the world has seen (show map of the world with most of shaded in showing her influence). Her lovers have included Charles V, Napoleon Bonaparte, Theodore Roosevelt, Idi-Amin and Chris Tarrant. For years she has eluded capture leaving nothing but fur and droppings in her wake. Tonight we aim to do something extraordinary. Tonight we will bring you the first footage of that most terrible beast, that most violent of creatures and most passionate of lovers (humorous sound in the background, perhaps ‘oooh matron!’), tonight you will see (dramatic music) Balafalafa!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">(Moves on to a series of interviews)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">1)<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Interviewer- Do you know what Balafalafa is?</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Interviewee- (licks lips) ooh yes!</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">2)<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Interviewer- Do you know what Balafalafa is?</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Interviewee- NO! How did you get here! Who are you! Who sent you! Get out, get out get out!</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">3)<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Interviewer- Do you know what Balafalafa is?</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Interviewee- Yes</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Interviewer- Are you going to tell me?</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Interviewee- No</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">4)<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Interviewer-Do you know what Balafalafa is?</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Interviewee-A what alafa?</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Interviewer-Balafalafa</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Interviewee-(thinks for a second)Isn’t it some kind of shoe?</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Interviewer-(long pause) A Shoe? (.) Are you actually stupid? (Interviewee looks sullen and degraded) Seriously a shoe? And you have a degree in what exactly? (2) A shoe? Get out. (2) No seriously get out. I feel sick get out right now. (.) I’m being serious get out! (Interviewee gets up and leaves) I’m appalled, hang your head in shame. (Hear a door slam) A Shoe? Idiot. </span></div>Yeah it's basic so don't think this is anywhere near finished. I've tried injecting some humour into it seeing as this part is going to be quite light hearted so any ideas are appreciated. <br />
Hugs and kisses,<br />
His excellency Zauberdragon.Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202382097880962324.post-59653845804343769622011-03-20T15:09:00.000-07:002011-03-20T15:09:42.284-07:00The blog has begun.With our documentary series, Who is Wallace Intrubé, now in full motion with the first episode: The Intrubé Dynasty, we have expanded outwards. DVDs are now on sale to the world, and include a wealth of information, including production shots, a 'How it all began' video and Outtakes.<br />
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We feel that it is best to create a record of our important research, for it is still ongoing. The second episode in our award-winning documentary series will shortly begin production, where we focus on the life of Wallace Intrubé himself, and we believe our work will be invaluable in the course of time. However, your support is essential; to fund our work we will need to sell our work to the wider world, and soon we will provide the means by which you can buy our DVD. For the sake of humanity, personal development, and general enjoyment, it is an incredible investment to make.<br />
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For now, we present you the first of many 'Outtake' videos to appear on Youtube during the process of our filming. Note that none of those featured on the DVD will be available on Youtube; their nature is so sensitive (and hilarious) that they are reserved exclusively for the DVD.<br />
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Now, take a moment to relish in the joy of the video below:<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jrC1U4fEvI&feature=channel_video_title">Hannah and Tim's Birthday Message Uncut</a>Forest Friends Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664322702873408616noreply@blogger.com2