THE SEASON OF MISTS
Script by
Anna Tchernakova and Evgenia Tirdatova
Based on an original idea by Anna Tchernakova
© 2006

This work has been registered with:
Writers Guild of America, West
REGISTRATION # 1155830


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         12.     EXT. VILLAGE, STREET - DAY                           12.

                 Marina walks angrily along the street, gradually
                 calming down. She notices Darby trudging along on the
                 other side of the street with a pile of papers in his
                 hand. He stops by the post box and puts the pages in.
                 Intrigued, Marina crosses the street towards him.
                 Darby notices Marina, gives an uncertain smile, nods
                 and passes her. Then he stops, turns round and hands
                 her a page.

                                         DARBY
                           You might need it, you might
                           need it.

                 Marina takes the flyer. She wants to say something, but
                 Darby turns away and continues his walk.

                 The flyer says: How to Get Ready to Meet Aliens.



         13.     EXT. VILLAGE, VILLAGE GREEN - DAY                    13.

                 The hairdresser's door is locked and has a 'closed'
                 sign hung on the inside. Three old ladies - JANE, MARY
                 and LIZ - are waiting on the steps outside. Jane is
                 tall and thin, with a very straight back. She is still
                 beautiful, despite her age, which she doesn't try to
                 hide. She does, however, experiment with the colour of
                 her hair, which is a striking pitch-black at the
                 moment. Mary and Liz look a bit like sisters - both are
                 round-faced and have wavy white hair.

                 They smile to Marina, who runs up the steps to open the
                 door.

                                         MARINA
                                (opening the door
                                 and prompting it
                                 open)
                           I'm sorry I'm a bit late... Good
                           morning... Hello... How are you
                           today?

                 She notices another of Darby's flyers lying on the
                 floor by the door and picks it up.



         14.     INT. VILLAGE, HAIRDRESSERS  - DAY                    14.

                 Jane is sitting in the chair in front of the mirror,
                 studying her own reflection. Liz and Mary are waiting
                 for their turn on the chairs by the wall.

                                         JANE
                                (to Marina)
                           Darling, I've decided to take a
                           risk…

                 Marina nods, putting a protecting apron on Jane.

                                         JANE (CONT)
                           …and try a new colour if I may…

                 LIZ AND MARY discuss what colour JANE will choose this
                 time - and make a bit of fun about her.

                 Jane, now with a plastic cap covering her head, is
                 waiting by the wall while Liz is in the chair facing
                 the mirror. Mary is drying her hair under a hair-dryer.
                 Jane studies Darby's flyer.

                                         JANE
                           I've always said that after
                           Sarah's death he should have got
                           himself a new woman…

                                         LIZ
                           What are you talking about?

                 Jane waves the flyer.

                                         MARY
                                (angrily)
                           It's all pure self-indulgence
                           and alcoholism. I'd take him off
                           the state pension, and he'd
                           forget about the stone straight
                           away.

                                         JANE
                                (continues)
                           The fact that she was never
                           found…
                                (she notices that
                                 Marina is
                                 listening with
                                 attention and
                                 explains for her
                                 benefit)
                           …His wife disappeared after ten
                           years of marriage…

                                         LIZ
                                (joins in)
                           One morning she went to town -
                           and never came back, imagine! It
                           was me I saw her last!... I
                           still remember her eyes… Sitting
                           at the bus stop, with her purse
                           and her bag. . .

                                         JANE
                                (to Liz)
                           Don't interrupt!... So, a year
                           later he started saying that
                           she'd been 'abducted'…

                 She stresses the word 'abducted' and points to the
                 ceiling. They are silent for a moment.

                                         LIZ
                                (after a pause, to
                                 Mary)
                           If you had married him,
                           everything would be different
                           now…

                                         MARY
                                (coughs)
                           Don't talk nonsense!

                 Jane puts aside the flyer and shakes her head in
                 disapproval. She glances at Mary who is sitting with an
                 angry expression, and winks to Liz.

                                         JANE
                                (with innocent
                                 expression)
                           Mary, dear, why don't you invite
                           him for a cup of tea, talk to
                           him about his drinking…

                                         MARY
                                (shrugs her
                                 shoulders)
                           I've never run after men, and I
                           won't do it in my seventies!

                                         JANE
                           Well you're wrong…
                                (she sighs)
                           We don't have much time left,
                           dear…

                                         LIZ
                           Thank you for reminding us!

                 Marina changes the ladies around: Liz gets up from the
                 chair and sits down under the second hair-dryer. Jane
                 takes her place on a chair facing the mirror. Marina
                 takes off the plastic cap. Jane admires her new colour.
                 NEXT COLOUR RED

                                         JANE
                                (studying herself
                                 in the mirror,
                                 satisfied, to
                                 Marina)
                           It's you my darling, so young
                           and beautiful, who has all her
                           life still ahead of you!



          15     EXT/INT. GREGORY'S AND MARINA'S HOUSE - DAY           15

                 Marina is in the corridor in front of the mirror. She
                 is now wearing a smart pullover, trousers and shoes
                 with heels. She puts the last touches of make-up on her
                 face, runs a hairbrush through her hair and puts on her
                 overcoat.

                 Writes a note: 'Gone to the theatre'.

                 She notices a cardboard box with old newspapers and a
                 plastic bag full of beer cans, pointedly left by the
                 door. She picks them up, stumbling over the rug again.
                 Infuriated, she takes the rug and tries to put in the
                 box. The rug falls out.



         15B     EXT. GREGORY'S AND MARINA'S HOUSE - DAY              15B

                 Marina throws the rug into the black rubbish bin by the
                 house.



          16     EXT/INT VILLAGE GREEN, CORNER SHOP - DAY              16

                 Marina loads the recycling into the car.

                 Across the village green, a middle-aged healthy-looking
                 woman in a vendor's gown (FIONA) arranges vegetables on
                 a small stand by the entrance to the corner shop. There
                 is a second stand with newspapers and magazines. Fiona
                 notices Marina and waves to her in greeting.

                 Marina runs to the shop. Fiona wipes her hands on the
                 gown and picks up a thin yellow brochure from the
                 newspapers' stand. It's the Parish magazine. She hands
                 it to Marina.

                                         FIONA
                           I've had to shorten it a bit as
                           the Garden Society asked to
                           publish a notice. . .

                 Marina leafs through the magazine, finds her article
                 entitled 'Once again about dog poo on our streets' and
                 quickly scans it. Fiona goes back to arranging tomatoes
                 and potatoes.

                                         MARINA
                           You know Darby...The old guy
                           who's waiting for aliens...I'd
                           like to write about him for the
                           next issue...Can I?

                 Fiona raises her head from the tomatoes.

                                         FIONA
                           Ah, Darby...Well, he's not
                           quite...in his right mind. . ..
                           I don't think anyone would find
                           it interesting. . .
                                (with enthusiasm)
                           …You know, I was thinking the
                           other day, why don't you write
                           about your life in Russia... How
                           you grew up, went to school,
                           were a young communist... and
                           everything was forbidden...
                           three or four hundred words?

                 Marina bites her lip, not knowing if she should laugh
                 or be upset.



          17     EXT/INT. CAR, COUNTRY ROAD - DAY                      17

                 Marina drives her car along a narrow winding road. The
                 back of the car is filled with rubbish for recycling.

                 There is a very slow tractor driving in front of
                 Marina, taking up most of the road. Anxious, Marina
                 looks out of the window hoping to overtake the tractor,
                 but doesn't risk it.

                 Finally, the tractor slows down and turns into a field.
                 Marina speeds up.



          18     EXT. RUBBISH AND RECYCLING SKIP - DAY                 18

                 Marina throws newspapers and beer cans out of the car.



          19     EXT/INT. CAR, STATION - DAY                           19

                 Marina stops at the entrance to the station parking lot
                 with a sign 'FULL'.



          20     EXT/INT. CAR, SMALL TOWN, STREETS - DAY               20

                 Marina circles the street looking for a parking place.
                 There is a solid row of cars parked on both sides of
                 the street. Finally, in despair, she drives onto a
                 pavement and parks the car by a streetlamp.



          21     EXT. STATION, PLATFORM - DAY                          21

                 Marina runs up the stairs and gets to the platform just
                 as the doors of the train close. She runs to the
                 nearest door, gestures and waves to the TRAIN DRIVER,
                 but he spreads his arms indicating he can't do
                 anything. The train starts moving.

                 Upset, Marina looks at the leaving train. She walks
                 slowly along the platform. The information board shows
                 the time of the next train to London. Marina checks her
                 watch and sits down on the bench.

                 The station is empty and quiet. The sound of the train
                 dies away. The loudspeaker announces the arrival of a
                 train from London.

                 A train arrives and stops at the opposite platform. A
                 FEW PASSENGERS get out. The train leaves. People walk
                 to the station building, except for FOUR MEN with
                 luggage and musical instruments in cases. They are
                 discussing something animatedly and, judging by the
                 gestures, it's clear that they are having an argument.
                 Marina looks at them with curiosity. They raise their
                 voices, and Marina now hears what seems to be the sound
                 of Russian.

                 A STATION ATTENDANT walks along the platform to the
                 station building. One of the musicians stops him and
                 tries to explain something. The station attendant
                 clearly doesn't understand and shrugs his shoulders.

                 After some hesitation, Marina gets up from the bench.



          22     EXT. STATION, THE OPPOSITE PLATFORM - DAY             22

                 As she approaches the group, she witnesses a fiery
                 argument. One of the musicians, a youngish man with
                 pink cheeks (ILYA) is blaming the oldest of the group,
                 a grey-haired slightly stooping man with a guilty
                 expression (GARIK).
                 A third musician, a lively energetic middle-aged man
                 (RENAT) is trying to act as mediator. The fourth, a man
                 in his early forties with short hair (SASHA) is
                 standing quietly at the side, struggling with his
                 mobile phone. Absorbed in their conversation, they
                 don't notice Marina who stops nearby.

                                         GARIK
                                (in Russian, not
                                 addressing anyone
                                 in particular)
                           You should speak at least some
                           of the language if you're so
                           keen to go abroad!... And stop
                           ordering me around!

                                         ILYA
                                (grumpy)
                           I am not responsible for your
                           documents!...

                 Ilya turns around and paces the platform. Garik tries
                 to light a cigarette, his hands shake and he breaks one
                 cigarette after another. Angry, he crumbles the pack
                 and throws it on the ground. Renat silently picks it up
                 and looks around for a rubbish bin. He doesn't see any,
                 and, having no better alternative, puts the pack in his
                 pocket.

                                         RENAT
                                (reconciliatory)
                           Igor Evgenievich, I think really
                           it's your fault, so. . .

                 Sasha turns towards them.

                                         SASHA
                           John should be here any
                           minute...He'll deal with it,
                           don't worry...
                                (looks towards the
                                 station)
                           I don't understand why he's
                           late.

                                         ILYA
                                (turning on Sasha)
                           You see, who made the
                           arrangements?! I did warn
                           you!...

                 Sasha tries his mobile once more.

                                         MARINA
                                (coming closer, in
                                 Russian)
                           Can I help you?

                 Everyone stops and turns towards her.

                                         GARIK
                           Are you Russian?

                                         MARINA
                           Yes.

                 Garik sighs with relief.

                                         GARIK
                                (to Marina)
                           You are a Godsend.

                                         RENAT
                                (to Marina)
                           Do they have rubbish bins
                           anywhere round here?

                                         ILYA
                                (to Marina)
                           You see, Igor Evgenievich left
                           the bag with his passport on the
                           train. . .
                                (stops and looks at
                                 Marina with
                                 suspicion)
                           By the way, do you speak
                           English?

                                         MARINA
                           Yes. I live here.

                                         GARIK
                           What's your name?

                                         MARINA
                           Marina.

                                         GARIK
                           You see, Marinochka, I put it on
                           the luggage rack, and...



          23     INT. STATION - DAY                                    23

                 The group is waiting by the ticket counter. Marina is
                 filling out a form while the STATION ATTENDANT on the
                 other side of the glass is talking on the phone. Marina
                 completes the form and slides it under the glass. The
                 station attendant nods, takes the paper, glances at it.
                 He puts down the phone.

                                         STATION ATTENDANT
                           If they find it, they will send
                           it back on the next
                           train...Normally, we are obliged
                           to destroy all unattended
                           luggage, but I've explained the
                           situation...Would you like to
                           wait?

                                         MARINA
                           Yes, thank you very much.

                                         GARIK
                                (in Russian,
                                 impatiently)
                           What did he say?

                 Marina moves away from the ticket counter, gesturing to
                 the musicians to follow her.

                                         MARINA
                           You have to wait. He's called
                           the train. If they find the bag,
                           they will send it with the next
                           train.

                                         GARIK
                                (with exaggeration)
                           Marinochka! Angel! Saviour! We
                           should have a drink for this!

                                         ILYA
                                (gloomily)
                           Sure, and good-bye to our
                           evening rehearsal. . .

                                         GARIK
                                (cheerfully)
                           Don't worry Iliusha, we'll get
                           ourselves together. . .

                 He produces a coca-cola bottle half-filled with
                 transparent liquid.

                                         GARIK
                           Go on, I still have some. . .

                                         RENAT
                           Igor Evgenievich, maybe that's
                           enough for today?... Should we
                           have a game of poker instead?...

                                         GARIK
                           Let's go Marinochka, don't
                           listen to them. . .

                 He puts his arm around Marina's shoulders, gently
                 pushing her forward. Marina hesitates.

                                         SASHA
                                (looking at Marina
                                 attentively)
                           Are we making you late?

                                         MARINA
                           Actually I was going to London
                           to the theatre...Haven't been
                           for ages. . ..

                                         GARIK
                                (interrupting)
                           Oh no, you can't leave us like
                           that! The theatre won't go away,
                           we'll show you any theatre you
                           want!



          24     INT. STATION, PLATFORM, WAITING ROOM - DAY            24

                 The group sits inside a small glass waiting room in the
                 middle of the platform. Marina is in the centre. One of
                 the bags serves as a table. There is the Coca-cola
                 bottle, now empty, five plastic cups, a couple of
                 packets of crisps and the left-overs of some Russian
                 chocolate 'Inspiration'. The party is in full swing.
                 Marina looks jolly and excited. Garik turns over the
                 bottle, shaking out the last drops of vodka into
                 Marina's cup.

                 Ilya shakes his head, opens his bag and produces a
                 fresh bottle of whisky. Garik smiles with satisfaction.
                 Renat spreads his arms in astonishment. Ilya
                 distributes the whisky, takes up his cap and gets on
                 his feet.

                                         ILYA
                           Marina...hm. . .

                                         MARINA
                                (helping him)
                           Ivanovna. . ..

                                         ILYA
                                (with pathos)
                           Marina Ivanovna, for you!
                                (in bad English)
                           Happy Birthday!

                 They touch their glasses. Renat takes out a comb, put
                 the chocolate wrapping on top of it and plays 'Happy
                 Birthday'. The rest join in, beating the rhythm,
                 singing and whistling. They all laugh.



         24B     EXT. STATION, PLATFORM - DAY                         24B

                 Marina goes out onto the platform, looks at the
                 information board. Sasha follows her, leaving the rest
                 inside the waiting room.

                                         SASHA
                           I don't understand why John has
                           not met us. . .

                                         MARINA
                           Don't worry, I'll give you a
                           lift to the hotel.

                 Marina looks at her watch, then at the empty track. The
                 train is nowhere to be seen. Marina snuggles up in her
                 coat.

                                         SASHA
                                (coming closer)
                           Are you cold?

                                         MARINA
                           No, I'm fine. It looks like it's
                           going to rain.

                 Sasha takes off his jacket and puts it on Marina's
                 shoulders.

                                         MARINA
                                (touched by the
                                 typically Russian
                                 gesture)
                           Don't...You'll catch a cold and
                           fall ill, and most likely you
                           don't even have health
                           insurance.

                                         SASHA
                           You have an accent.

                                         MARINA
                                (incredulous)
                           An accent?!

                                         SASHA
                           Yep.
                                (he mimics her)
                           . . .'you don't even have health
                           insurance'. . .

                 Marina smiles.

                                         MARINA
                           I don't really get to speak
                           Russian here.

                                         SASHA
                           Have you been here for a while?

                                         MARINA
                           Seven years.

                                         SASHA
                           Wow. Do you like it? What are
                           you doing?

                 Marina hesitates.

                                         MARINA
                           I write.., a bit...but the
                           language is still foreign ...In
                           Russian - an accent, and in
                           English - an accent. . ..

                                         SASHA
                           What language do you speak to
                           your child?

                                         MARINA
                           Mostly English...How do you know
                           about the child?

                 Sasha smiles.

                                         SASHA
                           Guessed somehow.



          25     INT. GREGORY'S AND MARINA'S HOUSE, ENTRANCE - DAY     25

                 The door opens. Dasha throws her backpack on the floor
                 and shakes her shoes off her feet.



          26     INT. GREGORY'S AND MARINA'S HOUSE, KITCHEN - DAY      26

                 Dasha puts porridge into a glass bowl, generously
                 splashes in milk and puts the mixture in the microwave.
                 She puts a bowl on the table, neatly folds a napkin and
                 puts it beside the bowl, a spoon on top.

                 A jar of honey appears as if from nowhere, and Dasha
                 puts a full spoon of honey in her mouth. She notices a
                 note on the table saying 'Gone to the theatre', and
                 studies it in puzzlement.



          27     INT. GREGORY'S AND MARINA'S HOUSE, TOILET - DAY       27

                 Dasha is sitting on the toilet reading a book. There is
                 the sound of the front door opening and closing.

                                         GREGORY (OFF SCREEN)
                           Dash?

                                         DASHA
                                (shouts)
                           I'm doing a poo.

                                         GREGORY (OFF SCREEN)
                                (shouts)
                           Thanks for sharing it with me!



          28     INT. GREGORY'S AND MARINA'S HOUSE, KITCHEN - DAY      28

                 Dasha returns to the kitchen, book in hand. Part of the
                 table is covered with groceries that Gregory is putting
                 in the fridge. There is a bunch of flowers as well.
                 Gregory unwraps the flowers, puts them in a vase and
                 fills the vase with water.

                 Dasha takes the porridge out of the microwave, puts it
                 in the bowl, adding a very substantial amount of honey.
                 She sits down and opens the book, simultaneously taking
                 a mouth-full of porridge.

                                         GREGORY
                           Where's mum?

                                         DASHA
                                (absorbed in book)
                           Went to the theatre.

                 Gregory stops and turns to Dasha, puzzled.

                                         GREGORY
                           Theatre?!.. When is she back?

                                         DASHA
                                (the same)
                           Don't know.

                 She passes Marina's note to Gregory. Gregory reads and
                 sits down on a chair, looking lost.

                                         DASHA
                                (the same)
                           You can watch football all
                           evening. . .

                 Gregory shakes his head, silent.

                                         DASHA
                                (takes her eyes off
                                 the book and looks
                                 at Gregory)
                           Dad, don't you ever get fed up
                           with her? She can be so
                           annoying!...

                                         GREGORY
                           No.

                 Dasha apprehends his answer, then goes back to the
                 porridge and book.



          29     EXT. SMALL TOWN, STREET NEAR THE STATION - NIGHT      29

                 It's now dark. The musicians and Marina walk noisily
                 along the street to Marina's car. Garik swings around
                 the recovered briefcase. The street is now empty, and
                 the only cars are Marina's, parked by the streetlamp,
                 and a white van parked right behind it, blocking the
                 way out.

                                         ILYA
                                (very loudly)
                           What's the hell. . .

                                         MARINA
                           Hush...Please, could you all
                           talk a bit softer. . ..

                 After a hesitation Marina knocks at the door of the
                 terraced house nearest to the car. The door opens and a
                 big red-faced man (PETER) appears. He sees four men
                 behind Marina's back and steps back into the house,
                 slightly frightened and ready to close the door.

                                         MARINA
                           I am extremely sorry to disturb
                           you so late, but is it your
                           van...blocking my car. . .?

                                         PETER
                                (hesitantly nods)
                           Mine.

                                         RENAT
                                (cheerfully, in
                                 Russian)
                           So we'll move it. . ..

                 Renat, Garik and Sasha lean on the van trying to move
                 it away from Marina's car. Marina waves her hands in
                 protest. Peter, concerned, steps out.

                                         RENAT
                           It'll be fine, man, don't worry.
                           . ..

                                         MARINA
                                (to the musicians,
                                 in Russian)
                           Stop it please!
                                (to Peter,
                                 apologising, in
                                 English)
                           I'm sorry...They're Russian,
                           musicians, a string quartet...on
                           tour. . .

                 She points to the luggage and the instrument cases
                 guarded by Ilya near the car. Peter unexpectedly calms
                 down and cheers up.

                                         PETER
                           Ah, musicians...
                                (proudly)
                           I'm one as well!

                 He disappears behind the door to reappear with a
                 trumpet. Plays a scale. The musicians applaud. Peter
                 smiles widely. A woman's voice says something from
                 inside the house.

                                         PETER
                                (shouts back)
                           Yes dear.

                 He winks to the musicians, puts his finger to his lips
                 and closes the door tighter.

                                         RENAT
                                (whispering)
                           Well guys, I definitely think we
                           should have a drink. . .

                 Renat produces the plastic cups, and Garik distributes
                 the leftovers of whisky. Marina smiles, shaking her
                 head in disbelief. The men drink, Peter still holds the
                 trumpet. He passes the trumpet to Marina, disappears
                 again behind the door to reappear with a new bottle of
                 whisky. Delighted, Garik gives Peter a friendly shove
                 on the shoulder.
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