Screenplay (NEW)

SCENE 1

WEDDING CHAPEL

FREYA SMITH, roughly mid-twenties, long black hair with ruby red lips, dressed in a long white gown.

FREYA

Strides down the aisle alone, taking small but steady steps. At the end turns around and shares a mischievous smile with the audience.

Screen goes blank and a gunshot rings out.

SCENE 2

SMITH RESIDENCE IN KNIGHTBRIDGE  

MRS SMITH, Mid-thirties, with an aura of elegance and grace – dressed in a long well-designed red dress.

*Ladybird, Ladybird song playing softly in the background*

*Establishing shot of the mansion*

MRS SMITH

Since we were fifteen Charles, fifteen! (voice is slurred and raspy)

MR SMITH (Charles), Early forties, hair beginning to grey and thin, dressed in a classic Black Givenchy suit.

MR SMITH

Someone’s obviously been drinking a little to much (chuckles to guests) aside you are an embarrassment, behave yourself woman!

MRS SMITH

(Starts laughing hysterically) Do you hear that people? Behave woman, next I’ll be sent to the naughty step. Cheers to that everyone (takes a large sip of wine from her glass)

MR SMITH

(Grabs Mrs Smith wrist tightly and drags her outside) You snap out of this you hear me, you’re MY wife so I expect you to act in certain manner!

MRS SMITH

*Carries on laughing which turns into sobbing. Falls to her knees, clutching onto his trousers*

MR SMITH

(Roughly shoves her off him) Go clean yourself up

EXIT

MRS SMITH

(Clumsily stumbles through the hallways, singing and laughing) You’re no lady. What a state. A disgrace. No wife of mine (mocking Mr. Smith’s voice) Well fuck you, fuck your mistresses, fuck your… (breaks down crying, lights a cigarette and leaves on the curtains)