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Title: 01 Shed

Series: Oad

Writer: P E Leody

SYNOPIS:

PAGE 1

This page is actually a film being watched as is revealed in the final frame, occasionally dark silhouetted heads break up the other frames

An negative image of a flat pack shed, Hale starts the story in this darkness with no concurrent explanation

HALE: ARE WE THERE YET?

HALE: WHO AM I?

HALE: WE'LL HAVE TO COME BACK TO THAT

HALE: WHERE AM I?

HALE: SOMEPLACE DARK.

HALE: HOW DID I GET HERE?

HALE: WE'LL TO COME BACK TO THAT ONE AS WELL

HALE: WHERE AM I?

HALE: I CAN MOVE AROUND UNTIL AN OCCASIONAL WALL

HALE: AM I THERE YET?

HALE: WHERE AM I?

HALE: I FEEL THE NEED TO ESCAPE SO I MUST NOT BELONG HERE

HALE: WHO AM I?

HALE: PERHAPS I'M UPSIDE DOWN, PERHAPS NOT, PERHAPS NOT YET

HALE: I'M CAPABLE OF COGNITIVE PROCESSES BUT HAVE NO DATA TO ANALYSE

HALE: ARE YOU HERE WITH ME?

HALE: A WEAK SPOT, SOME KIND OF HINGES, OPENS OUTWARDS.

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Escaping from the shed a complete frame of light

HALE: OUCH THAT'S BRIGHT,

HALE: THAT'S VERY BRIGHT

HALE: I'M BLIND

HALE: I'M OVERWHELMED

HALE: I'M NOT THERE YET

HALE: DON'T RUB YOUR EYES.

Hale ill advisedly rubbing his eyes

HALE: LET THEM ADJUST,

HALE: PROTECT YOUR NIGHT VISION,

HALE: SQUINT, CRY STRAIN

HALE: I'M ALONE,

HALE: I'M NAKED,

HALE: I'M NAMELESS,

HALE: I'M LOST,

Hale's naked body coming to terms with light crawling on hands and knees around the outside of the shed. A black plastic bin liner is near by

HALE: I'M NOT SCARED,

HALE: I'M NOT COLD,

HALE: I'M NOT LATE FOR AN APPOINTMENT.

HALE: I'M FREE,

HALE: I'M TRAPPED,

HALE: I'M NOT THERE YET

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A shed, a plastic bag and a Hale's head

HALE: A SHED, MY DARK PRISON WAS A COMMON GARDEN SHED.

HALE: AN EMPTY SHED, A ROTTING RICKETY BUILDING

HALE: A DECAYING BAG OF CUTTINGS

HALE: AN OUTFIT FOR A FAILING BAG OF BONES

Hale hugs the shed like a newborn bag and it's mother

HALE: THERES NOTHING ELSE FOR THE ADAPTING EYES TO SEEN,

HALE: I MUST TRAVEL

HALE: I MUST LEARN

HALE: I MUST UNDERSTAND.

An overhead view of the shed shows it is in the centre of a 50m diameter circular path that adjoins a straight north-south like path

HALE: I HAVE NO DESIRE TO RETURN ANYWHERE.

HALE: I MUST BELONG HERE.

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Hale's bare feet venture onto the stoney path

HALE: THE CENTRE OF A CIRCLE

HALE: THE MIDDLE OF NOTHING

Hale's hands grope the stony path

HALE: THERE'S A ROUTE AWAY.

HALE: THERE'S 2 ROUTES AWAY

HALE: THERE ARE OPPOSITE ROUTES AWAY.

Hale's picks up a rock from the path and juggle sit

HALE: THIS ROCK IS POROUS

HALE: IT CRUMBLES

HALE: IT CAN BE USED FOR WRITING

Hale write on the side of the shed

HALE: I CAN WRITE A LANGUAGE

The shed shows the writing 'please help' with characters straggling vertical laps

HALE: OTHERS MIGHT UNDERSTAND

HALE: THERE'RE MIGHT BE OTHERS

Hale pulls on the black bag over his head

HALE: I BETTER DRESS

HALE: DRESS FOR DINNER

The bag goes down to Hale's knee height

HALE: DRESS FOR WALKING

HALE: DRESS BECAUSE I CAN

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Hales travels on the circular path to where it meets the north-south path

HALE: THIS PATH LEADS TO THE HORIZON IN EXACT UNEQUAL DIRECTIONS

HALE: THERE SEEMS TO BE NO DIFFERENCE AND YET THE DESTINATIONS VEER WITH EVERY STEP

Hale looks north and sees nothing

HALE: I CAN STAY OR I CAN GO, BUT

HALE: I'M HERE SO I MUST HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE.

Hale looks south but again sees nothing

Hale finds a rock like coin

Hale flips the coin like rock

HALE: LET FATE DECIDE,

Hale's catches the rock as it finishes it's toss against his wrist with his hand

HALE: WHO NEEDS CHANCE WE'LL GO THIS WAY.

The rock is thrown way

HALE: STICK TO A WALL TO SOLVE A MAZE

HALE: THE LONGEST JOURNEY STARTS WITH A SINGLE STEP.

HALE: IF I HAVE NOWHERE TO GO THEN I ALSO I HAVE EVERYWHERE TO GO.

Hale wanders down one of the paths, north or south it's not clear.

HALE: MY DIARY WOULD READ 'AND SO IT BEGINS'

HALE: IF I HAVE NOWHERE TO GO THEN I ALSO I HAVE EVERYWHERE TO GO.

Hale wanders down one of the paths, north or south it's not clear.

HALE: MY DIARY WOULD READ 'AND SO IT BEGINS'

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