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Rough Draft of Screenplay#1



[The scene opens onto a long, shadowy horizontal hallway with many lined windows high on the wall in the back of OEDIPUS, ANTIGONE, and ISMENE, who are standing beside and in front of 2 large, wooden, closed doors, which lead to the throne room. The hallway walls and tiles are lined with shady marble. The windows cast long, thin, dark sunrays down onto the marble floors].

ANTIGONE: Are you sure nothing is wrong, father? (pleading, her hand clasping the hands of her father tightly.)
OEDIPUS: Nothing, nothing at all Antigone, a brief word with Creon is all.

[OEDIPUS opens the 2 large doors leading to the throne room. It creaks open, casting thin, long sunlight rays across the marble floor of the room. OEDIPUS enters, standing before the regent CREON. ANTIGONE and ISMENE are listening intently from outside the doors, their ears half against 1 of the doors.]
[The room is a long, broad one, with shady marble tiles and shadows. There are glittering, shady windows with harsh, thin rays of sunlight pouring through then onto the shady marble tiled. The regent CREON is majestically robed and seated on a throne, which is glittering with diamonds. POLYNEICES and ETEOCLES stand on 1side of the throne.]

CREON (quietly, deeply): Oedipus…
OEDIPUS (with a sweeping bow): Your Majesty?
CREON: We meet here to decide your fate. Your stay here, Oedipus, has caused no harm, but I must expel you.
OEDIPUS: I understand I am a burden.
CREON: And you consent?
OEDIPUS: I will leave if I must.
CREON: What about you Polyneices? Eteocles?
ETEOCLES: You are not a burden to me, father.
POLYNEICES: But he is a burden to everyone else here.
ETEOCLES (incredulously): You, his son?
POLYNEICES: It has to be done.
ETEOCLES (looking from Oedipus to Polyneices): Very well, we consent. (reluctantly)
OEDIPUS: By dawn I will be gone.

[OEDIPUS opens 1 of the 2 large doors and leaves-it slams shut.]

ANTIGONE (hurriedly): What of the news, father? Are you to leave?
ISMENE: Those two, Eteocles and Polyneices, will cause trouble for sure if you do.
OEDIPUS: I have made my word.
ANTIGONE: Then I will go with you.
ISMENE: And I will stay, to send you news and look after your interests.
OEDIPUS (kissing the foreheads of his daughters, and sliding a long dark curl in front of the face of ANTIGONE behind her ear)(partly sighing, and partly speaking): Ah, no man can ask for better daughters.


[ANTIGONE and OEDIPUS are trudging along a vast dusty land. It is a starry night, with a soft breeze ruffling through their clothes. As they walk up a large hill, they see a city at sleep. The palace is in the center. ANTIGONE stops briefly to survey the city, then moves on.]

OEDIPUS: Why did we stop?
ANTIGONE: Oh, Father, if you could only see! A lovely city lies ahead of us.

[The dusty land suddenly turns to bright green grass as they approach the small area outside the city. The sun is rising, and the skies are filled with a reddish-orange glow. The city has buildings made of stone, and streets of cobblestone. Large, lively trees and fountains are frequently seen as OEDIPUS and ANTIGONE walk through the city. A woman is seen sweeping the streets.]
[As ANTIGONE and OEDIPUS walk, the city wakes, and the shops and stores start opening. The sun has risen and many aromas fill the air. ANTIGONE and OEDIPUS approach a place with many clustered trees surrounding a looming white palace. There are 2 GUARDS standing at the entrance at the top of the marble stairs. ANTIGONE and OEDIPUS walk up the stairs.]

FIRST GUARD: What is your business with the King?
ANTIGONE: We are here as travelers from Thebes, finding a place to stay.
FIRST GUARD: Wait here.

[The SECOND GUARD enters the palace to send the message to the king. A brief minute later, the guard appears and opens the door for OEDIPUS and ANTIGONE.
OEDIPUS and ANTIGONE stand at the entrance inside as the door shuts behind them.]

[The room is large and has large opened windows with many colored glass panels. Light streams through the windows, making colorful patterns everywhere. The floors and walls are marble. 2 servants stand at the sides of the throne, which is in the middle of the room. There is a small intricately carved marble table with a fruit bowl, from which one of the servants is handing a grape to the king. Beside the bowl is a vase of freshly picked flowers. The throne is gold, and the KING is dressed in simple attire, in a rich flowing purple robe and cape, lined with large golden seams at the hems. His sword is tucked in a sheath at his side.]

[The KING beckons OEDIPUS and ANTIGONE to come closer.]
KING: What are your names?
ANTIGONE: This is my father Oedipus (gestures toward her father) and I am his daughter Antigone.
KING: Oedipus, you! You are honored here! I am Theseus, King of Colonus. You are welcome to stay here.
OEDIPUS: I am much obliged, Your Majesty.
KING THESEUS: What do you think of my city?
OEDIPUS: Your citizens seem to be fairly content, Your Majesty.
KING THESEUS: Yes, but enough talk; you are tired from your long journey. You may go and find a place to settle. 4 of my men will assist you.

[KING THESEUS talks briefly to 1 of his servants, who scuttles out of the room and shortly afterwards, arrives with 4 soldiers.]

OEDIPUS: How can-
KING THESEUS (cutting in): No, no, do not thank me. It is simply my honor to have you in Colonus.

[With a wave of his hand, KING THESEUS bade them take leave.]


[The scene opens on a place at night. Light is glowing from a house. Beside it is a gravestone decorated with many flowers, and inscribed: HERE LIES OEDIPUS, AN HONORED MAN AND ADORED FATHER, AT LAST IN PEACE. ANTIGONE and ISMENE are in a small room in the house. The walls are made of stone. ANTIGONE is bending over the fireplace, poking at the flames to keep them going. At the center of the room is a small, round, marble table with a small flower vase, 2 small cups of water, and a basket of baked bread. ISMENE is seated on 1 side of the table, towards the fireplace. ANTIGONE has her seat opposite ISMENE from across the table. The flames cast warm glows on the walls of the room.]

ANTIGONE (while poking at the flames): You have come a long way, sister.
ISMENE: I wanted to see dear father again.
ANTIGONE: We will be dispatching tomorrow.
ISMENE: Yes, back to Thebes.

[ANTIGONE takes her seat, looking anxious.]

ISMENE: What ails you, Antigone?
ANTIGONE: Are you sure Polyneices and Eteocles are not causing trouble?
ISMENE: Oh, do not get wrought up. I have only been gone for a while. How much harm could they have done?
ANTIGONE (glancing at ISMENE): How much…?

[ISMENE does not respond, but sips her water, looking worried.]

[The scene dims out.]


[ISMENE and ANTIGONE are in the room of ANTIGONE in their palace. There is a deep red canopy bed. A marble table sits at the end of the room beside a large, standing mirror with carvings in the gold frame. A round marble table sits beside the bed with 2 filled golden wine cups. Soft, flowing, gold-threaded curtains are parted to reveal the large window beside the bed. Outside, the day is cloudy and gray. ISMENE is seated on the bed while ANTIGONE has her seat in a polished, carved, deep brown wooden chair facing ISMENE.]

ANTIGONE (looking outside the window): They are planning a WAR.
ISMENE (sipping her wine calmly): Sister, you have said that for about a dozen times.
ANTIGONE: But we knew Polyneices and Eteocles were watching the throne.
ISMENE: Nothing could be done about it. It is impossible for us to take sides against any one of them. Eteocles has the throne at the moment, and Polyneices has taken refuge in Argos.
ANTIGONE: But he has been joined by 6 chieftains, and has the advantage of the Argive Army. If the Argive Army is victor, Polyneices is king; if Eteocles is victor, the Argive Army withdraws.
ISMENE: But what can we do about it, except wait to hear who has killed the other?


[The scene switches to the unchanged throne room with the regent CREON. Golden sunlight streams through the windows, giving the room a golden bath.
TEIRESIAS, the prophet is standing before CREON in a loose black toga. MENOECEUS, the son of CREON, is standing beside the throne.]

CREON: What accursed news do you bring now, prophet?
TEIRESIAS: Thebes will be saved only if Menoeceus, your son, is killed.
CREON (bellowing): NEVER! (then more calmly) I am willing to die myself. But not even for my own city will I slay my son.
CREON (to MENOECEUS): Up, my child, and fly with all speed from the land before the city learns.
MENOECEUS: Where father? What city should I seek-what friend?
CREON: Far, far away. I will find means-I will find gold.
MENOECEUS: Go get it then.
[CREON hurries away. TEIRESIAS shakes his head and walks out of the palace. MENOECEUS is left alone.]

MENOECEUS (to the empty silent room): My father-he would rob our town of hope and make me a coward. Ah, well, he is old, and so to be forgiven. But I am young; if I betray Thebes, there is no forgiveness. How can he think I will not save the city, and for her sake go forth to meet my death? What would my life be if I fled away when I can free my country?

[The scene fades away.]


[The scene switches to the battlefield. It is a vast, dusty plain. Men in armor are clashing their glinting swords amid the smoke, blood, and frantic neighing of horses. It is a dark, cloudy, gray day. MENOECEUS is in royal armor on horseback, lashing out here and there with his glinting sword. An archer is seen behind a thick cloud of smoke taking aim at MENOECEUS with his arrow. The arrow is long and made of bark, with black hawk feathers sprouting out. In slow motion, the bowman lets the arrow fly, and it zips through the air, finding its mark. MENOECEUS turns in time to see the archer before he falls from his horse, motionless. ETEOCLES and POLYNEICES are fending off men of opposite sides. Each has a brass horn at his waist, to call his men. They end up back to back, and as each one raises his sword, their swords touch and glint. As they feel the impact, they turn and see each other.]

ETEOCLES: We are not getting anywhere.
POLYNEICES: If our men are not making progress, I suggest we decide who is victor in a combat.

[Both brothers raise their brass horns and blow, calling together their men. The battle stops briefly as the two joined deep, rich, prolonged sounds bellow and vibrate in the air from the brass horns.]

POLYNEICES: Eteocles and I have decided to rule this battle by a combat.

[Rough cheers emit from around the battlefield, dieing down as the brothers raise their swords. ETEOCLES waves a MAN from his league over to stand between ETEOCLES and POLYNEICES.]

ETEOCLES (to MAN): You mark the start of the combat.

[The brothers shift position to get comfortable.]

MAN (in a short, harsh bark): START! (slicing downward at the air between the brothers with his hand)

[As his hand leaves, ETEOCLES and POLYNEICES clash swords, each sword glinting. Their swords whirl in the air and clash again and again. After a while, both are panting, with sweat glistening down their chins. ETEOCLES and POLYNEICES sweep the air in 1 swing with their swords, bellowing their battle cries. Dust enfolds the 2, and then separates to reveal both brothers with swords sticking out of their breasts. POLYNEICES gapes with his mouth slightly open, staring down at the sword and blood between his fingers. ETEOCLES is silent, staring at his brother, blood coursing through his fingers. ETEOCLES and POLYNEICES sink to the dusty ground in a pool of blood and do not get up. ETEOCLES dying looked upon his brother and wept; he had not strength to speak.]

POLYNEICES (murmuring, with blood trickling down the side of his mouth): My brother, my enemy, but loved, always loved. Bury me in my homeland-to have so much at least of my city.

[The eyes of ETEOCLES close and do not open. POLYNEICES closes his eyes a second later.]

[Men from either side take off their helmets as 4 men carry POLYNEICES and ETEOCLES out of the battlefield. After this has been done, a deafening roar from both armies sends the battle into action again.]


[The scene switches to Thebes, where an armored SOLDIER is standing with a dozen other soldiers who are lined in 2 columns on either side of him. They all stand on the marble steps leading to the palace of CREON. The SOLDIER is holding a rolled up parchment. The CITIZENS are gathered at the base of the stairs. Many hold flowers and wreaths from celebration of the war. ANTIGONE and ISMENE are peering down from the room of ANTIGONE in their palace. It is a cloudy day. Long, thin, scattered, harsh sunlight rays pierce through the clouds onto the earth below. There is fog, with a slight cold breeze.]

SOLDIER (unfolding his parchment and reading from it in a loud, brass voice): As you all know, Thebes is victor of the war. Creon has proclaimed that none of those who fought against the city will be given burial. Eteocles will be honored with every rite that the noblest receive at death. All citizens should attend. Polyneices will be left for beasts and birds to tear and devour. He who buries him will be put to death.

ALL CITIZENS (in a swelling roar and throwing up their flowers): HURRAH! HURRAH FOR THEBES!

[ANTIGONE and ISMENE utter a small, horrified gasp, their hands over their mouths, and flee from the window.]

[The scene switches to ANTIGONE and ISMENE in the room of ANTIGONE in their palace. Thin rays of sunlight spill from the window onto the floor. The setting is otherwise unchanged from before.
ISMENE sits on the bed in a soft flowing light pink gown, while ANTIGONE stands by the window in a soft flowing white gown, the sunlight spilling on her hair.]

ISMENE: Nothing can be done.
ANTIGONE: You always say that, sister (pauses briefly)-and you are always right.

[ANTIGONE looks sad and anguished, though she hides it from ISMENE by peering out the window.]

ISMENE: Do not doubt that I feel the same anguish. We are women. We must obey. We have no strength to defy the State.
ANTIGONE: Choose your part. I will go to bury the brother I love.
ISMENE (crying out): You are not strong enough!
ANTIGONE: (calmly): Why, then when my strength fails, I will give up.

[ANTIGONE leaves the room, not looking at her sister. ISMENE watches her leave, but does not follow.]

[The scene goes to CREON in the unchanged throne room several hours after ANTIGONE has left. Long, thin sunlight rays pierce through the windows onto the floor below. The sunlight gives the windows a faint glow. The scene looks otherwise gray and depressing.]
A SOLDIER, accompanied by 3 others, bursts suddenly in. As they open the door, more sunlight rays stream in, and the door has a faint glow to it.]

SOLDIER (in a loud, firm voice): Against your orders Polyneices has been buried.

[CREON steps off his throne and hurries out the palace with a sweeping billow of his dark purple cape.]

[They arrive on a dusty plain, with ANTIGONE standing by the body of POLYNEICES. 2 SOLDIERS are holding her. Curious citizens gather on either side of them. The sky is covered in clouds, with long, soft, thin, and scattered sunlight rays passing through the clouds and onto the earth below. It is slightly foggy, with a slight cold breeze. The body of POLYNEICES lies at the feet of CREON as he arrives. The pool of blood is now dried and stained on the earth.
The two SOLDIERS roughly jostle ANTIGONE forward to CREON. ANTIGONE stumbles slightly.]

FIRST SOLDIER: This girl buried him. We saw her. A thick dust storm gave her her chance. When it cleared, the body had been buried and the girl was making an offering to the dead.
CREON (to ANTIGONE): You knew my edict?
ANTIGONE (firmly, looking straight at CREON, the cold breeze blowing through her hair): Your law, but not the law of Justice who dwells with the gods. The unwritten laws of heaven are not today nor yesterday, but from all time.

[ISMENE comes running, the breeze ruffling through her gown. Tears course down her face. She stands beside her sister.]

ISMENE (breathlessly, desperately, and all the while weeping): I helped do it!
ANTIGONE (firmly, calmly): She had no share in it.
ANTIGONE (calmly, quietly, the cold breeze blowing, making her hair partially cover her face): Say no more. Your choice was to live, mine to die.

[ANTIGONE is led away.]

ANTIGONE (to bystanders): Behold me, what I suffer, because I have upheld that which is high.

[ISMENE watches the figure of her sister leave, tears coursing silently down her face, and the wind blowing at her hair. A fog enfolds around ANTIGONE and the SOLDIERS like a shroud, and she disappears from sight.]


Rough Draft of Screenplay#2


[There is a mulberry tree with deep red berries in a peaceful green field on a clear sunny day.]

NARRATOR: Once upon a time the deep red berries of the mulberry tree were white as snow. The change in color came about strangely and sadly. The death of two young lovers was the cause.

Pyramus and Thisbe


[The day is clear and the sun is about to start setting. PYRAMUS and THISBE sit together under the shade of a tree in a place with bright green grass. It is a high place overlooking the city beneath. THISBE is in a soft, flowing pink gown and PYRAMUS is in a white toga. Not too far away from where the 2 are sitting are 2 large white houses, entwined in vines, and so close together that they share 1 wall.]

THISBE (pointing to a blue bird flitting past): Oh, look how it flies so prettily!
PYRAMUS (stroking the hair of THISBE): Oh, but not as pretty as you. (gently kissing THISBE on her cheek)

[THISBE giggles and lays her head on the breast of PYRAMUS. PYRAMUS covers her with more gently kisses, his arms around her.]

THISBE (giggling): Stop, oh stop!

{PYRAMUS laughs and THISBE starts up.]

THISBE: I must be going now. I am required at home before sunset.

[As she separates from him, their eyes meet, and they slowly, passionately kiss, eyes closed.]
[A sharp cry pierces the moment, followed by another.]


[The 2 turn, startled, still caught in their embrace, to see their outraged mothers.
The mothers pull the 2 away from each other, with each still gazing at the other through the angry mutters of their mothers.]

FIRST MOTHER: What would your father say?
SECOND MOTHER (to FIRST MOTHER): I regret that this happened.

[The MOTHERS drag their children away.]


[The scene goes to the house of THISBE. The room she is in has a polished wooden table with a glass vase of flowers. A painting of Demeter hangs on the right wall. A door is on the left of the room. A white bench is in the back of the room, where the PARENTS of THISBE sit. THISBE sits opposite them, in a wooden chair in front of the window, which is at the front of the room. Stiff white curtains are parted on the window. The yellow glow of the sunset settles on the furniture. The PARENTS are dressed in gray.]

MOTHER: Shame! Shame on you!
FATHER: You knew better than that, Thisbe. What do you have to say for yourself?
THISBE: I am sorry…(hesitating) but I love him! (desperately, pleadingly) I love Pyramus. (more calmly, quietly)

[Her MOTHER sucks in her breath, putting a hand to her breast. Her FATHER stands.]

FATHER: I will hear none of this.

[FATHER walks out.]

MOTHER (to THISBE): Go; go to your chamber.

[THISBE quietly leaves.]


[It is the next day. THISBE is sitting in her library in a white gown and cloak. The room is large with many shelves of scrolls lined in columns. There are 2 large, wooden doors to enter the library. There are large windows in the back of the room where sunlight streams through, the only source of light for the room. THISBE sits at 1 end of the room, to 1 side of the windows, reading a scroll.]

PYARAMUS (from the other side of other side of the wall to the right of THISBE): Thisbe!

[THISBE jumps, her scroll clattering to the floor. She goes over to the shelf that is across to her right. After removing several scrolls from the shelf, she finds a chink in the wall, with light streaming through it.]

THISBE: Pyramus!
PYRAMUS: Oh, Thisbe, I could not close my eyes peacefully without you!
THISBE: Nor I, my love, nor I!
PYRAMUS (mournfully, heatedly): Our parents, they would try to separate use, try to part love.
THISBE: Oh, where can we be together in freedom?
PYRAMUS: Why of course, in the open country-the Tomb of Ninus!
THISBE (breathlessly): When?
PYRAMUS: Tonight-every night, dear love!
PYRAMUS: Will we have one kiss before we part, dear Thisbe?

[THISBE gives the chink a long passionate kiss, as if PYRAMUS were there.]

PYRAMUS: Ah, how you tug at the strings of my heart!
THISBE: Ah, how you light the night with a luring flame!

THE VOICE OF THE MOTHER OF THISBE (echoing in): Thisbe, is that you? Who are you talking to?

THISBE (to PYRAMUS): I must leave!

[THISBE starts to pick up the scrolls she removed.]

PYRAMUS: Do not leave me, I beseech of you, dear maiden!
THISBE (stopping in her frantic action) (to PYRAMUS): I love you, Pyramus!
PYRAMUS: I love you twice as much!
THE VOICE OF THE MOTHER OF THISBE (echoing in closer): Thisbe?
THISBE: My mother!
PYRAMUS: Then go, my love, but promise me this: we will meet at the Tomb of Ninus under the mulberry tree.
THISBE: I promise! Good-bye!
PYRAMUS: Good-bye!

[THISBE frantically replaces the scrolls she removed. Her MOTHER comes just as she is done. THISBE busies herself with the scroll she was reading.]

THISBE: Oh, I was just reciting some lines, mother.

[Her MOTHER stares suspiciously as THISBE. THISBE has heated, rosy cheeks and is bending over the scroll. It looks as if she has forgotten PYRMAUS. Her MOTHER, satisfied, walks out of the library.]


[It is night, and THISBE is at the Tomb of Ninus. She stands under the mulberry tree with snow-white berries, which is beside the Tomb. Near the tree is a cool bubbling spring. Everything is quiet and still. Behind the Beside the Tomb of Ninus is a deep, dark forest. The moonlight and stars shine on everything below, giving the grass a blue hue.
THISBE sees a LIONESS in the moonlight, its jaws bloody, drinking from the spring. THISBE puts a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with fright. She slips behind the shadow of the tree, clutching the tree. As the LIONESS is finishing, THISBE makes her decision, and runs from the place. As she runs, her white cloak billowing, rushes away from her, settling on the ground behind her near the Tomb of Ninus. The LIONESS is on its way back to its lair. It comes upon the cloak.]

LIONESS (mouthing the cloak): GGGGrRAAaRRRGH!

[The LIONESS leaves the cloak shredded and bloodstained, disappearing back into the woods.]
[A few minutes later PYRAMUS comes in a dark blue toga, sword at his side, and sees the shredded, bloodstained cloak. He kneels on the ground beside it and lifts the cloak.]

PYRAMUS (in a disbelieving whisper): No!
PYRAMUS (aloud): I have allowed my love, a tender maiden, to come alone to a place full of danger, and I was not the first one to protect her.

[PYRAMUS carries the cloak to the mulberry tree, kissing it again and again. He draws out his sword. It glints in the moonlight.]

PYRAMUS: Now, you shall drink my blood too.

[PYRAMUS plunges the sword into his side. Blood spurts over the berries and dyes them a dark red. PYRAMUS sinks to the ground.]
[THISBE ventures back to the mulberry tree, but does not see one with the snow-white berries. She stares closer and sees PYYRAMUS bathed in blood and dying below. She flies to him, kneeling beside him, and throwing her arms around him. THISBE kisses his cold lips tenderly, crystal tears trailing down her cheeks.]

THISBE: Pyramus, oh Pyramus, dear love-look at me, speak, speak I beseech of you; it is I, Thisbe, your dearest!

[PYRAMUS opens his heavy eyes slowly to look at her, then closes them forever, his head gently lolling to one side, and the sword sliding from his hand.]
[THISBE sees his sword and beside it her torn, stained cloak.]

THISBE (tears still running silently down her cheeks): Your own hand killed you, and your love for me. I too can be brave. I too can love; only death would have had the power to separate us. It will not have that power now.

[THISBE, still kneeling, takes the bloody sword in both hands and raises it; it glints in the moonlight, the blood of PYRAMUS dripping from it. She plunges the sword into her breast, her body bowed. She slides gently to the ground, motionless beside PYRAMUS. Blood drips from the berries of the mulberry tree and touches the ground below.

[The scene fades away.]


[There is an urn with ashes and a branch of red mulberry berries from a mulberry tree (beside the urn) laying on a polished wooden table.]

NARRATOR: The gods were pitiful at the end, and the parents of the lovers too. The deep red fruit of the mulberry is the everlasting memorial of theses true lovers, and one urn holds the ashes of the two whom not even death could part.



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