OLIVE KITTERIDGE PART 1 PHARMACY Written by Jane Anderson

260 Pages·2014·0.57 MB·English

by  Jane Anderson

OLIVE KITTERIDGE
PART 1
"PHARMACY"
Written by
Jane Anderson
Based on the Novel
"Olive Kitteridge"
By Elizabeth Strout
WHITE PRODUCTION DRAFT 05/07/13
BLUE REVISIONS 09/01/13
PT. 1 "PHARMACY" (BLUE REVISIONS 8/9/13) 1.
OLIVE KITTERIDGE PART I -- PHARMACY
FADE IN:
101 EXT. OLIVE & HENRY’S WOODS -- DAY, EARLY SPRING, 2005 101
CLOSE ON a pair of feet clad in practical walking shoes
walking along a path covered with last winter’s fallen
leaves. We hear BIRD SONG, the CRUNCH of the leaves, a
woman’s slightly labored BREATH.
We see OLIVE KITTERIDGE, age 69, walking through the woods
carrying a blanket and a big, worn purse. She’s a sturdy,
Maine-bred woman, now broad in the beam from years of eating
whatever she damn well pleased.
She finds a spot and lays the blanket down on the ground.
She reaches into her purse and gets out her radio and turns
it on low to a classical station: Telemann’s Trumpet Concerto
in D -- a jaunty Baroque piece. She reaches into her purse
again and pulls out an envelope addressed: TO WHOM IT MAY
CONCERN. She puts it down on a corner of the blanket along
with her house keys.
Then Olive eases herself down on the blanket and kneels. She
pulls a revolver out of her purse and loads a bullet into the
chamber and sets the chamber.
She stares out at the woods and takes a moment to listen to
the birds. We see the late afternoon light filtering down
through the new spring leaves of the trees...
We hear the cock of the trigger. CLICK.
CUT TO:
SUPER OVER BLACK: 25 YEARS EARLIER...
102 EXT. KITTERIDGE HOUSE -- DAWN, FEBRUARY 1980 102
It’s the dead of winter. The trees are bare. The ground is
covered in a frozen bank of snow. We see an isolated grey-
shingled house over-looking a bay. A light is glowing in the
kitchen.
103 INT. KITTERIDGE HOUSE, KITCHEN -- CONTINUOUS, DAWN 103
The same jaunty Telemann is playing on a radio in the
kitchen.
PT. 1 "PHARMACY" (BLUE REVISIONS 8/9/13) 2.
CLOSE ON a Valentine’s Day Card being placed next to a box of
chocolates, For My Darling Wife...
We see HENRY KITTERIDGE, 50, adjust the card just so. He’s a
gently patrician, kind-faced man, neatly groomed and fit for
his age.
Olive Kitteridge, now 44, comes in looking storm-tossed and
cross from a night of wretched dreams.
HENRY
Happy Valentine’s Day, Ollie.
OLIVE
Yuh, you too Henry.
Olive goes to start the coffee. Henry waits for her to notice
his offering but her morning moods are slow to lift.
The radio is too loud for Olive. She snaps it off.
Henry and Olive are left in the silence of the kitchen.
104 EXT. CROSBY, MAINE -- MORNING 104
We’re now in Crosby, a small, working-class harbor town. We
see the Main Street with its homely shops...the wharf with a
collection of rusty fishing boats listing in the icy water.
105 EXT. PHARMACY -- MORNING 105
We see Henry inside, turning on the lights in his pharmacy
which is in a modest old brick building next to the hardware
store.
106 INT. PHARMACY -- MORNING 106
Henry is now behind his counter, among his drawers of pills,
readying himself for the day. He turns a RADIO on to his
classical station which is playing more morning Baroque, and
lowers it to a soothing volume.
Music plays over:
107 SERIES OF CUTS: 107
-- Henry unlocking the safe and filling the cash register.
-- Henry washing his hands.
PT. 1 "PHARMACY" (PINK REVISIONS 9/9/13) 3.
-- Henry buttoning his crisp, white pharmacist's coat.
CUT TO: Henry now walking down the aisles, straightening the
items.
RAP-RAP-RAP. Someone is impatiently knocking on the glass at
the front door. Henry unlocks the front door and opens it
for his cashier, LOIS GRANGER, 70’s.
HENRY
Good morning, Lois.
MRS. GRANGER
It’s cold. I’d like to get in.
Mrs. Granger, cranky and wheezing, pushes past Henry.
CUT TO:
EXTREME CLOSE ON pills being dropped one-by-one into a metal
dish. CLICK...CLICK...CLICK...CLICK. Henry is behind his
counter, counting off pills for a prescription.
We can hear Mrs. Granger up front scolding a customer.
MRS. GRANGER (CONT’D)
He’ll be with you in a minute,
Dear. No need to stand right in
front of me.
Henry, pained by Lois’ rudeness, comes around the counter.
RACHEL COULSON is there, 40’s, an intense, intelligent woman
with the frayed look of a shut-in.
HENRY
Rachel, what can I do for you?
RACHEL
I need this filled.
Rachel hands Henry a prescription slip.
HENRY
Lois, why don’t you go get yourself
a cup of coffee? I can take the
register.
LOIS
Suit yourself.
PT. 1 "PHARMACY" (WHITE SCRIPT 5/7/13) 4.
Mrs. Granger, heavy with wheezes gathers her purse and her
coat and takes her leave. Henry studies the prescription.
HENRY
Rachel, this isn’t your regular
doctor.
RACHEL
That’s right.
HENRY
I’ll need to let him know that we
already have a prescription for
Valium on file.
RACHEL
Why would you have to do that?
HENRY
You know I can’t double up your
dose.
RACHEL
I don’t want to have to keep coming
in to pick up more pills. That’s
the whole point.
HENRY
Maybe a couple of extra trips to
town is just the thing you need.
It’s good to get out when you’re
feeling blue.
RACHEL
Christ, Henry, blue is what I feel
on the good days.
HENRY
Let me ask you something. How much
wattage do you use in your light
bulbs?
RACHEL
(impatiently)
I don’t know.
HENRY
Sixty watt?
RACHEL
Probably.
PT. 1 "PHARMACY" (BLUE REVISIONS 8/9/13) 5.
HENRY
That’s not enough in the winter. If
you have a gloomy house, you’ll
never get out of your funk.
RACHEL
You want to pay my electric bill?
HENRY
Here’s what I’d like you to do. Go
next door to Harmon’s and get
yourself a couple of hundred watt
bulbs. Use them ‘til the days get
longer and then you can switch back
to the lower watts.
RACHEL
You’re not going to fill my
prescription, are you.
HENRY
I’m sorry, Rachel, I can’t.
RACHEL
You know, I’ll just go to a
pharmacy in another town.
HENRY
Well, maybe the drive will do you
good.
PT. 1 "PHARMACY" (PINK REVISIONS 9/9/13) 6.
The door opens. It’s PENNY from the coffee shop, looking
distressed.
PENNY
Henry, we need you out here -- Lois
took a spill.
HENRY
Oh dear God. Excuse me, Rachel...
108 EXT. COFFEE SHOP -- MORNING 108
Henry is crouched over Lois who’s sprawled out on the
sidewalk. A couple of ELDERLY LOCALS have stopped to have a
look. Lois’ takeout coffee is spilled all over her coat and
her skirt is hiked up exposing her white thighs and her sup-
hose. Penny is hovering over them.
PENNY
She came in to get her coffee and
she seemed just fine. Then when
she walked out, she just kind of
crumbled.
Henry is searching for a pulse.
HENRY
Lois can you hear me?
PENNY
Do you want me to slap her, Henry?
HENRY
No. She’s stopped breathing. Go
call an ambulance.
Penny goes back into the shop.
Henry bends over Lois and administers mouth-to-mouth. Then he
starts clumsily pumping her chest.
Rachel Coulson has come out of the pharmacy and is watching
the proceedings.
RACHEL
She’s dead, Henry.
Henry ignores her and diligently counts out the pumps.
RACHEL (CONT’D)
She’s left the building. Done.
PT. 1 "PHARMACY" (PINK REVISIONS 9/9/13) 6A.
Henry bends over Lois and listens for a heartbeat. Nothing.
He tries to pump again. We can hear a rib crack.
HENRY
Oh dear God...
Henry stares at Lois’ lifeless body, devastated.
HENRY(CONT’D)
Dear sweet God.
RACHEL
(Lois’ skirt)
You should fix that.
Rachel walks off. Henry pulls Lois’ skirt back over her
exposed legs, restoring her dignity.
PT. 1 "PHARMACY" (PINK REVISIONS 9/9/13) 7.
109 INT. KITTERIDGE HOUSE, KITCHEN -- NIGHT 109
Henry, Olive and their 13-year-old son CHRISTOPHER are having
dinner.
HENRY
Christopher, I have some very sad
news to tell you.
CHRISTOPHER
What?
HENRY
Mrs. Granger died today. She walked
over to the donut shop to get a cup
of coffee and on the way back she
had a stroke. She was alive this
morning and now she’s gone. She’s
gone, Son.
CHRISTOPHER
Who’s Mrs. Granger?
HENRY
Chris, for God’s sake, you should
know who she is. She’s been working
for me since before you were born.
PT. 1 "PHARMACY" (PINK REVISIONS 9/9/13) 8.
OLIVE
Oh stop Henry, you couldn’t stand
the old bat.
Christopher laughs.
HENRY
That’s enough, let’s be respectful.
OLIVE
Don’t pretend to be sad. She was
due to kick and now you’re free.
HENRY
Well, she wasn’t a pleasant woman
but all the same, she was once
someone’s child.
OLIVE
And kittens grow into cats.
HENRY
Poor Lois. Let’s hope she’s at
peace.
OLIVE
Well, now you can hire someone
young and cute who thinks you’re a
God. Won’t that be nice.
HENRY
It will, actually.
They eat for a beat.
HENRY (CONT’D)
How’s school, Son?
CHRISTOPHER
Fine.
OLIVE
He’s getting a C in English.
CHRISTOPHER
O’Casey doesn’t grade fairly. I
always do my work, I’m never late,
and he gives me a C?
HENRY
No, that doesn’t sound quite right.