Different Truths

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Marshall was a young boy when his Father left to fight in the war. He never returned, no body found and for years his family wondered what became of the man. Marshall goes in search of his father and finds a thread suggesting he relocated after the war. THis bearing many questions he wonders why his father would leave him. It seems there are many different truth's taking place.

This is one of the first scripts I ever produced.

Submitted: May 22, 2008

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MARSHALL arrives outside a house holding a piece of paper containing the address of his father, for whom he hasn’t spoken to in years. Looking up at the house he is eagerly anticipating meeting him once again

SCENE FADES AS HE RECOLATES PAST EVENTS

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Scene shows a memory of when MARSHALL was younger, 11 years ago. We see two people (his parents) arguing over his placement to the war that’s going on. His FATHER fully dressed in greens is in a heated engagement with his wife. Not knowing their sons are present MARSHALL and his elder brother LEWIS enter the kitchen of the old fashioned kitchen in a flat, having just come in from playing football.

 

FATHER

After all these years together you still don’t get it do ya?

MOTHER

What you don’t understand is how much our situation has changed. We have the children now, You know if anything were to happen to you, I wouldn’t be able to cope. Look at us!!! I couldn’t cope with having to look after the kids, at the same time as putting food on the table.

FATHER

Well, you should have thought of that, before you decided not to take the pill!

 

MOTHER

What’s that suppose to mean… God almighty FRASIER!!… can’t you ever blame yourself for anything?

LEWIS being a bit of a loud mouth, interrupts their argument, being 12 years old he feels old and mature enough to take part in their argument. An 8 year old MARSHALL however decided to discreetly cower under the dining table to see what is happening.

LEWIS

Daddy where you going?

 

FRASIER

I’m off to fight for our country son…It’s my turn. You remember that story I told you about a few weeks ago, the one with the tanks…well that’s going to be me now. Now I’m not gonna give you the whole man of the house crap, ‘cos I’m sure I won’t have to…will I son. Anyways I’m not gonna be long. I’ll be giving tmem bastards hell kid

 

MOTHER drags FRASIER aside continuing the argument more discreetly

 

MOTHER

How can you say that…you know as well as I do that’s its not up to you when you come back, He‘s just a boy, Our boy’s are gonna need they’re father FRASIER. This wars been going on for months already and has showed no signs of stopping, you know it could be years before you‘re. Now go tell your sons the truth. Its the least they deserve. It’s gonna be difficult for them to cope, you know that, Think of your father.

 

HORN BLOWS OUTSIDE

FRASIER

That’ll be Robin… I’ll leave you to tell them that dear (kissing her on her cheek) quietly bye honey… Right I’m off… bye LEWIS, bye MARSHALL…be good.

 

FRASIER picks up his bag of gear and storms out the house. Marshall is upset and gets out from underneath the table from which he was hiding

FADE OUT

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Back to the present and with those thoughts etched on his face, MARSHALL recollects the consequences of that day. He storms in the house without knocking, hoping to surprise his Father, and scare him.

Having taken MARSHALL all of 10years of the 11 his father was gone to trace his father this is a huge moment for MARSHALL. He prepares himself for what he is going to say.

Taking a seat in a fairly large, modern living area MARSHALL readies himself to surprise his father, and probe him with questions.

Suddenly a figure comes in the door and confronts him. It’s not his father.

WOMAN

Excuse me, who the hell are you?

MARSHALL

I could ask you the same question!

 

WOMAN

Get outta my house weirdo…go on get out.

 

Stunned MARSHALL takes a second to reconcile himself, without moving his eyes wander across the room, to a couple of photos on the mantelpiece. Noticing a man in a woman in one of them he clearly recognises the man n the photo, following across, the next photo contains two young girls. A shocked complexion appears on MARSHALL’S face.

MARSHALL

You…you’re…you’re…his wife???

 

WOMAN

Excuse Me? Who are you and what the hell do you want?

MARSHALL

Um…er…er…I’m his…er…son

 

WOMAN

What…Who’s Son, What you on about…I want you to leave, please just leave.

 

WOMAN signals towards her phone walking to it as though threatening to call the police

 

MARSHALL (

State of Shock/Anger)

FRASIER…FRASIER’S my…my…father. That man in the photo. The bastard, how could he remarry. I mean….how could he…it’s not possible.

 

WOMAN

FRASIER…my FRASIER, you’re joking right, we’ve been together nearly 11 years…

 

MARSHALL

Wait a minute 11 years that’s impossible…

 

WOMAN

…I’m Sorry???…

MARSHALL

…The day my Dad left to go to war was nearly 11 years ago. Leaving me my Brother and my poor mother in a terrible state. That day was the last we ever heard of him.

 

WOMAN

What?….I don’t have a clue what your on about. What are you on?

MARSHALL pulls out a photo and shows it to the WOMAN and points to each person in the picture

 

MARSHALL

See… that’s me, my brother Lewis, my mother Sara and my father…FRASIER.

 

The WOMAN is taken back and gasps with her hand covering her face

 

WOMAN

That photo…it must be a fake…(recollecting) must…mustn’t it???

 

MARSHALL suddenly feels angry. The constituencies of what happened run through his mind and he snaps at the WOMAN

 

MARSHALL

I’m sorry…but after this man left (pointing to the photo)… My father, leaving my mother, he left her to turn to drink and drugs, eventually suicide. Today I want to tell him exactly what he put us through and was hopeful; to put him back in the photo frames. It has taken myself 10 long years to trace the man who left our lives in tatters. I’m here and you accuse me of bringing a fake!

 

WOMAN

I still don’t understand He was never married…He said he wasn’t married…The day we went off together, he said… (realising) HE SAID…it was finished between him and his GIRLFRIEND!!!

MARSHALL in a fitted rage pulls the head off his father in the photo. He thinks of the years wasted looking for him and the torment his Mother and Lewis, to went through.

MARSHALL (Quietly Snarling)

God damn the Bastard!!!

Marshall starts to fit with rage, Robyn upset, herself for the lie FRASIER had lived with her, sits MARSHALL down and comforts him, in an attempt to calm him down

Marshall looks at the torn head of his fathers photo.

FADES INTO FLASHBACK

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SCENE BEGINS BACK OUTSIDE MARSHALL’S HOUSE 11 years ago

FRASIER can be heard from the house as we see a woman in her car outside. The door of the house slams and FRASIER makes his way down to the car. Robin is looking mysteriously at FRASIER

FRASIER

Ready, babe it’s time for a new life, with nothing but us

 

ROBIN (Looking at the Uniform)

Yes sure hun, can’t wait, but what’s with that ridiculous get up you’re wearing.

 

FRASIER

It’s for you darlin’. You saying you don’t like a man in uniform.

 

They both laugh and drive off into the distance.

 

THE END

(recollecting)(Sarcastic-Anger) (Confused)(Listening Now)(State of Shock)(sickened)(taken back)(surprised)


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