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Clarke is a 16-year-old girl excited for an upcoming election at her school where she plans to run. Her father Isaac disapproves of Clarke's sexuality and believes she cannot win due to being openly gay. At breakfast, Isaac tells Clarke bluntly that no one will vote for a "dyke." Later, Isaac leaves irritably for work while Clarke cries, and informs her that her aunt Morrigan will be staying for dinner.

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Script Election 3

Clarke is a 16-year-old girl excited for an upcoming election at her school where she plans to run. Her father Isaac disapproves of Clarke's sexuality and believes she cannot win due to being openly gay. At breakfast, Isaac tells Clarke bluntly that no one will vote for a "dyke." Later, Isaac leaves irritably for work while Clarke cries, and informs her that her aunt Morrigan will be staying for dinner.

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Election

By
Alisha Wall

BLACK
MUSIC - quiet and hopeful - plays throughout the opening
scene, leading to breakfast.
FADE IN:
1.EXT. THE WALKER HOME - DAY
A semi-detached house in rural Britain. The paint on the
window panes and door is cracking and the mat in front of
the house should read welcome, but is mostly caked in
mud. The bushes and hedge in the front garden are unruly
and unkept and the wooden fence around the property has
broken pickets. The attached house appears pristine in
comparison.
The dark curtains of the upstairs room are opened and a
young girl can be seen, grinning out of the window.
CUT TO:
2.INT CLARKES BEDROOM - DAY
A sixteen-year-old girl stares from her bedroom window,
still smiling from ear-to-ear.
This is CLARKE WALKER. She is slightly small for her age
and has a round face, framed by dirty blonde hair and a
pair of dark-rimmed wayfarer glasses.
Shes wearing plain pyjamas with hand-written scrawl,
reading anything is possible.
In the background of her bedroom is her newly unmade bed,
with a rainbow flag hanging above it. Her walls are lined
with posters of icons like David Bowie, Judy Garland and
Freddie Mercury.
One wall is full of iconic quotations, all circling the
centre quotation from Oscar Wilde - A dreamer is one who
can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is
that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
Clarke walks towards a calendar hooked on one of the walls
and we see many days crossed out, leading up to a circled
date, the 10th October. She strikes a cross through the
2nd October and smiles triumphantly.
CUT TO:

2.

3.INT. KITCHEN - DAY


We can hear the sound of a kettle boiling throughout the
sequence.
The kitchen is small and busy-looking. There are endless
amounts of unwashed cutlery and crockery in the sink and
the counters are full of useless knick knacks.
ISAAC WALKER aged thirty-six, is wearing a black dress
suit and attempting to fasten his shirt tie while juggling
a mobile phone against his ear and shoulder.
He is broad-set and has dark hair, with a sporadic
sprinkling of stubble and dark, bushy eyebrows. He appears
young for his age, but is matured significantly by the
lines on his forehead.
A pop from the toaster is heard and four slices of bread
emerge, clearly burnt to the point of cremation. Isaac
looks over to the toaster form the corner of his eye,
while still fumbling with his tie before finally throwing
it on the counter ion frustration.
He walks over to the toaster and pulls the toast quickly
from the machine, almost dropping them as he moves them to
an empty plate and wincing in pain. He flicks the toaster
switch before pulling his phone away from his ear and
frowning.
ISAAC
(Into the phone)
Ben? Are you stillHes cut off by the distant chatter from the other end of
the phone and he nods, rolling his eyes.
Isaac reaches for the fridge - coated in magnets, and
pulls the door open, reaching for the nearest tub of
butter. He takes it to the plate and pulls a butter knife
from the draw below his hip, sighing deeply.
He picks up a piece of the blackened toast and begins to
butter it.
ISAAC
(Into the phone)
No Ben, you dont understand, I
cant lose this saleAs he brings the knife up to butter the bread in his hand,
the butter falls from the knife and onto his dress shirt.
ISAAC
(To himself)
Shit!

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

3.

He throws the bread back on the plate, lowering the phone


and trying to swap hands. The knife hits the floor with a
loud clang. He sighs in disdain and pulls the phone back
to his ear.
ISAAC
(Into the phone)
Ill get back to you Ben.
Isaac hangs up the phone and puts his hand under his shirt
to pull the stain up so he can look at it. He frowns and
sighs deeply.
CUT TO:
4.INT. ART GALLERY - DAY
In a modern art gallery, there are people setting up,
bringing in sculptures and paintings to the display. An
attention-demanding woman sashays into the room.
She has shoulder-length blonde hair and wears brightly
coloured clothes with high heels that click with every
step. Many people momentarily turn to look at her.
This is MORRIGAN. She young - in her late twenties, and
walks with a sense of grace and style that demands
recognition. She approaches a MAN in a suit, who turns
around upon hearing her clicking heels. He is plump, and
wears a guilty frown from the moment he sees her. He
shakes his head sadly.
GALLERY MANAGER
Morrigan Im sorry, I asked them
to call. Your piece has been
removed.
Morrigan looks at him in disbelief but doesnt reply.
Instead, she walks slowly and purposefully to a nearby
abstract statue. She glances at it, examining it up and
down, before rolling her eyes and huffing.
MORRIGAN
(Scoffing)
You call this art?
Morrigan leans towards the statue, feigning innocence, as
if it were a wall, and her weight pushes the structure off
balance. The attendees swiftly jump back. The piece falls
to the floor with a loud bang and the gallery manager
stares with his jaw dropped.
Morrigan smiles and lifts her hand over her mouth.
MORRIGAN
(Loud and unapologetically)
Oops.
(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

4.

She winks at him and pulls a pair of sunglasses from her


handbag and struts away.
Behind her is a room full of attendees and the gallery
manager, staring at her back. Most of them have open
mouths. Some tut and others just shake their heads in
disbelief.
Morrigans grin grows as she pulls out her mobile phone
and dials in a number before raising it to her ear.
MORRIGAN
(Into the phone)
Isaac?
(Pause)
Yeah, Im going to need to stay
with you a while.
CUT TO:
5.INT. CLARKES BEDROOM - DAY
Clarke is now fully dressed, in casual jeans and t-shirt.
She walks to her bedside table, adorning the book The
Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith, and a small round
badge, rainbow coloured, with the phrase, I am proud
written across it.
She picks it up and fastens it to the top right-hand side
of her t-shirt. She sits on her bed and leans down.
We see her shoes being tied - old combat boots, scuffed
and dirtied over time, before she stands back up and
straightens out her outfit, checking herself in the
body-length mirror opposite the bed and nodding.
ISAAC(O.C.)
(Shouting)
Clarke! Are you bothering to come
down for breakfast this morning?
CUT TO:
6.INT. DINING ROOM - DAY
The hopeful music ends and only a faint scratching noise
is heard.
The dining room is linked with the living room and mainly
consists of a long wooden table with a chair at either
end. The polished finish has been scratched off in
multiple places and we see a finger nail - coated in
chipped black nail polish - slowly adding to the scars,
scratching away at the table.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

5.

ISAAC(O.C.)
Youre not planning on actually
going to school with that on, are
you?
A plate of burned, with lumps of butter is placed down
next to the scratching nail, which stops its action. A mug
of murky-looking tea is placed next to it.
We see Clarke staring staring down at the food, grimacing
at first, but quickly transforming the look of disgust
into a smile. She lifts the piece of toast and knocks it
against the plate. A significant amount of black dust
falls from the bread onto the white plate and Clarke looks
up to her father.
Isaac takes his seat on the other end of the table and the
distance is almost enhanced. He quickly begins chewing on
his toast, frowning as he eats and swallow rhythmically.
He looks at Clarke and a moment of awkward staring ensues.
Clarke sighs and plasters on another smile, completely
ignoring his question.
CLARKE
So the election is next week.
Isaac stops his chewing and puts his toast down on his
plate. He takes a swig of his tea and exhales, looking at
Clarke uncomfortably. He avoids direct eye contact and
fidgets, his fingers drumming on the table.
He opens his mouth as if to speak but then closes it
again. He pushes his chair back and it scrapes across the
laminate floor, making a screeching sound. He lifts his
plate, toast remaining and mug, still half-full, and turns
to leave.
He heads for the kitchen and Clarke peers back down at her
breakfast, sighing.
Isaac stops in his tracks and turns back to his daughter.
He makes direct eye contact this time.
ISAAC
(Quietly)
You cant win Clarke. No one is
going to vote for a dyke.
He carries his journey on, back into the kitchen without
another word.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

6.

Isaac leans against the side of the counter and sighs


audibly, picking up his tie again and re-fastening it,
correctly this time. He lifts a briefcase from the floor
and swings it over his shoulder, grabbing a thermos from
the side before walking back out and into the dining
room/living room area.
INT. DINING ROOM - DAY
Clarke is red-faced and pushing small pieces of toast
around her plate with her finger. Her face is streaky from
tears but shes stopped crying, although her eyes are
slightly red and swollen. She looks up as Isaac emerges
from the kitchen.
He doesnt make eye con act and instead, looks straight
forward, through the small living room, at a photo hanging
on the wall.
The living room is adorned with these photographs. Theyre
mainly of Isaac and Clarke in various locations throughout
Clarkes life, at the beach, in a theme park and in
restaurants.
In the corner of the room is Clarkes school backpack,
crammed with all sorts of badges, some supporting equality
and donning LGBT terms, and others are quotes and singers,
actors etc.
Isaac sighs and shakes his head, blinking quickly for a
moment.
ISAAC
Im going to work. Ill see you
when I get home. Make dinner for
three, your aunt is coming to
stay.
He grimaces at the mention of his sister, but Clarkes
eyes light up and she smiles slightly.
He walks away, towards the living room door, before Clarke
begins to speak.
CLARKE
When will Morrigan be here?
Isaac sighs and turns
the threshold between
looks up at the clock
the time - 8:15. He

the door handle, stepping through


the living room and the hallway. He
in the living room, which displays
shakes his head and frowns.

ISAAC
Who knows?
(Muttering to himself)
Fuck.
INT. HALLWAY - DAY
(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

7.

He opens the front house door and steps outside into the
world.
CUT TO
7. INT. DINING ROOM - DAY
Clarke still sits at the dining room table but now she is
grinning. Any trace of her previous tears are gone and
stands up defiantly.
She walks to the far end of the living room and picks up
her school backpack, putting it on her back one shoulder
at a time. She stares out of the living room window and
smiles, ready to face the day.
BLACK

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