Post by Gray on Apr 29, 2010 20:05:00 GMT -5
Everything is BLACK.
The BERKHALTER’S ENGINGE overpowers the noise of RUNNING WATER. Sound gradually shifts to RUNNING WATER.
FADE IN:
INT. CAPTAIN’S PRIVATE BATHROOM - DOBDAY-CLASS “BERKHALTER”– DAY
A sink pours water into a pair of cupped hands. Finger nails are meticulously short and painted a bright red. A wedding ring with a large diamond is visible. Cool water pools in the cupped hands.
WITH HANDS – MOVING SHOT -
the hands raise the water to their owner’s face. She is a young Eurasian woman wearing a “DUCHY OF ZEON” officer’s uniform. It too is bright red. Intricate insignia identify her rank as a MAJOR. Her bright green eyes nicely contrast with the red. There is a relaxed expression on her face.
WOMAN
(Off Screen)
How’s it going in there?
CLOSE UP - MIRROR
The young Eurasian woman grimaces in response.
EURASIAN WOMAN
(Softly as if unsure)
Just a moment longer.
WOMAN
(Off Screen)
Take all the time you need.
The young Eurasian woman sighes while the water continues to run. She pouts her red lips in the mirror. She poses to see how she looks.
WOMAN
(Off Screen)
You did get permission from the Captain, right? I don’t want to get on his bad side. He’s our ticket to seeing Garma, you know.
EURASIAN WOMAN
(With no particular interest)
I know. Don’t worry.
The Eurasian woman reaches into a small bag lying to the side of the sink.
CLOSE UP - BAG
Her hands gracefully retrieve a number of makeup supplies: vibrant eyeliner, exotic powder, expensive lotion, all the essentials. Each one is placed on the sink with great care.
WOMAN
(Off Screen)
Did you see Garma at Odessa? I heard he was marvelous!
The Eurasian woman ignores her as her hands deftly begin applying the various products. Her hands move with precision that could only come from years of practice.
WOMAN
(Off Screen)
He flew in his Dopp. A Dopp! He’s so brave! I would have run if they tried to put me in a Dopp against the Earthers! I heard the Earthers had enough planes up there to block out the sky!
The door suddenly opens and the previously unseen woman pokes her head through. She's younger than the Eurasian woman; brown eyes, short brown hair in a bun, latin-descent. She a “DUCHY OF ZEON” officer’s uniform. It too is bright red but the intricate gold markings indicate that she is only a 1st Lieutenant.
WOMAN
(Excitedly)
Don’t you just love Garma? He’s so brave and handsome. If you keep gaining ranks at this rate then you’re bound to meet him! Won’t that be so grand? I can’t wait!
The Eurasian woman nods while applying a subtle eyeliner to make her eyes stand out more. The other woman pulls open the door wide and steps into the small space.
WOMAN
(Timidly)
Are you listening, Esther?
The Eurasian woman nods again. She looks at herself carefully in the mirror, checking to make sure that everything is perfect, obviously more concerned with her looks than where the conversation is going.
WOMAN
(Timidly)
Esther? Are you listening, Esther? Esther?
The Eurasian woman doesn’t even nod as she reaches for the tube of lipstick on the sink.
WOMAN
(Pleading)
Come on, Esther. I hate when you do this! I absolutely hate it!
The Eurasian woman finishes applying the lipstick and then carefully places the tube back in her bag. She quickly puts everything away while the other woman begins to look unnerved.
WOMAN
(On the verge of tears)
Esther, please don’t ignore me! I hate when you do this!
The Eurasian woman is quickly finished. She looks in the mirror one more time before, smiles pleasantly to herself, and then turns to face the other woman.
MAJOR ESTHER MACKERNAN
(Ignoring the other woman’s bizarre behavior)
All done.
WOMAN
(Verge of tears)
Es-Esther? I really hate it when -
MAJOR ESTHER MACKERNAN
(Still oblivious)
Do you need to use the bathroom? I need to report in soon.
WOMAN
(Verge of tears)
I don’t need to -
MAJOR ESTHER MACKERNAN
(Excitedly)
Cool! I’m heading out then. Follow me.
Esther walks past the hysterical woman and into the adjourning room without a word.
CLOSE UP – HYSTERICAL WOMAN’S FACE
WOMAN
(Unsure)
Ye-Yes, ma’am.
FADE OUT
The BERKHALTER’S ENGINGE overpowers the noise of RUNNING WATER. Sound gradually shifts to RUNNING WATER.
FADE IN:
INT. CAPTAIN’S PRIVATE BATHROOM - DOBDAY-CLASS “BERKHALTER”– DAY
A sink pours water into a pair of cupped hands. Finger nails are meticulously short and painted a bright red. A wedding ring with a large diamond is visible. Cool water pools in the cupped hands.
WITH HANDS – MOVING SHOT -
the hands raise the water to their owner’s face. She is a young Eurasian woman wearing a “DUCHY OF ZEON” officer’s uniform. It too is bright red. Intricate insignia identify her rank as a MAJOR. Her bright green eyes nicely contrast with the red. There is a relaxed expression on her face.
WOMAN
(Off Screen)
How’s it going in there?
CLOSE UP - MIRROR
The young Eurasian woman grimaces in response.
EURASIAN WOMAN
(Softly as if unsure)
Just a moment longer.
WOMAN
(Off Screen)
Take all the time you need.
The young Eurasian woman sighes while the water continues to run. She pouts her red lips in the mirror. She poses to see how she looks.
WOMAN
(Off Screen)
You did get permission from the Captain, right? I don’t want to get on his bad side. He’s our ticket to seeing Garma, you know.
EURASIAN WOMAN
(With no particular interest)
I know. Don’t worry.
The Eurasian woman reaches into a small bag lying to the side of the sink.
CLOSE UP - BAG
Her hands gracefully retrieve a number of makeup supplies: vibrant eyeliner, exotic powder, expensive lotion, all the essentials. Each one is placed on the sink with great care.
WOMAN
(Off Screen)
Did you see Garma at Odessa? I heard he was marvelous!
The Eurasian woman ignores her as her hands deftly begin applying the various products. Her hands move with precision that could only come from years of practice.
WOMAN
(Off Screen)
He flew in his Dopp. A Dopp! He’s so brave! I would have run if they tried to put me in a Dopp against the Earthers! I heard the Earthers had enough planes up there to block out the sky!
The door suddenly opens and the previously unseen woman pokes her head through. She's younger than the Eurasian woman; brown eyes, short brown hair in a bun, latin-descent. She a “DUCHY OF ZEON” officer’s uniform. It too is bright red but the intricate gold markings indicate that she is only a 1st Lieutenant.
WOMAN
(Excitedly)
Don’t you just love Garma? He’s so brave and handsome. If you keep gaining ranks at this rate then you’re bound to meet him! Won’t that be so grand? I can’t wait!
The Eurasian woman nods while applying a subtle eyeliner to make her eyes stand out more. The other woman pulls open the door wide and steps into the small space.
WOMAN
(Timidly)
Are you listening, Esther?
The Eurasian woman nods again. She looks at herself carefully in the mirror, checking to make sure that everything is perfect, obviously more concerned with her looks than where the conversation is going.
WOMAN
(Timidly)
Esther? Are you listening, Esther? Esther?
The Eurasian woman doesn’t even nod as she reaches for the tube of lipstick on the sink.
WOMAN
(Pleading)
Come on, Esther. I hate when you do this! I absolutely hate it!
The Eurasian woman finishes applying the lipstick and then carefully places the tube back in her bag. She quickly puts everything away while the other woman begins to look unnerved.
WOMAN
(On the verge of tears)
Esther, please don’t ignore me! I hate when you do this!
The Eurasian woman is quickly finished. She looks in the mirror one more time before, smiles pleasantly to herself, and then turns to face the other woman.
MAJOR ESTHER MACKERNAN
(Ignoring the other woman’s bizarre behavior)
All done.
WOMAN
(Verge of tears)
Es-Esther? I really hate it when -
MAJOR ESTHER MACKERNAN
(Still oblivious)
Do you need to use the bathroom? I need to report in soon.
WOMAN
(Verge of tears)
I don’t need to -
MAJOR ESTHER MACKERNAN
(Excitedly)
Cool! I’m heading out then. Follow me.
Esther walks past the hysterical woman and into the adjourning room without a word.
CLOSE UP – HYSTERICAL WOMAN’S FACE
WOMAN
(Unsure)
Ye-Yes, ma’am.
FADE OUT