On Chesil Beach Draft 1.fdr

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86 INT. HOTEL BEDROOM. DAY.
86
As before, EDWARD lies on his back, gazing at the ceiling.
87 EXT. BEACH. DAY.
87
FLORENCE is walking, half running along the beach, desperate to
put distance between herself and the hotel bedroom and all that
has happened in it. But it is hard to make quick progress
through the heavy shingle. She gasps in frustration as she
almost loses her footing on a steep slope of stones.
88 INT. HOTEL SUITE, BEDROOM. DAY.
88
EDWARD, lying on the bed, stirred into anger, comes to a sudden
decision. He gets up, crosses the room and begins to dress
impatiently.
He stands in front of a mirror, runs a comb through his hair,
begins to knot his tie.
He snatches up his jacket, puts it on as he strides through the
sitting room, past the remains of the dinner.
89 INT. HOTEL LOUNGE. HALL. DAY.
89
EDWARD passes the lounge and its guests. In the corridor are the
WAITERS, lounging, bored, smoking. They watch him hurry by with
keen interest. A wedding narrative is building.
90 EXT. BEACH. DAY.
90
Much further along the beach. FLORENCE is calmer now as she
reaches a fallen tree. She leans with her back against it,
staring at the breaking waves.
91 EXT. BEACH. DAY.
91
EDWARD angrily pounds his way across the shingle. He is talking
to himself, sometimes close to shouting. Mostly we do not catch
the words, but the fury is obvious.