INT. COLLEGE DORM - DAY
Although only a few minutes have passed since dawn, the sun barely above the horizon, it still casts enough light through the thin window blinds for us to see the room.
The contents tell us a lot about the occupant.
-- A state-of-the-art Macintosh laptop computer.
-- A DVD player and 16:9 television.
-- A stack of films on DVD. On top of the pile rests the collectors edition of "L.A. Confidential"
-- A bookshelf, crammed with film texts - including the classics - the colourful cover of "Truffaut - Hitchcock" jumps out among from the grey hardcovers.
-- The walls, covered in framed film posters, each the signature film of a classic director. Welles - Citizen Kane. Hitchcock - Psycho. Kurosawa - Seven Samurai. Scorsese - Raging Bull. Spielberg - Jaws.
-- But one poster is unfamiliar even to the film buff. Brooks - Turn Away My Sweet.
This poster takes pride of place, above the futon that is crammed into the limited space provided. Underneath the bold, modern design of the duvet cover - almost certainly sourced from a Scandinavian furniture store - two figures lie asleep.
Of the man of the left, we can see little but a tall forehead. But the woman on the right, her long blonde hair spilling out and down onto the floor, has familiar blue eyes, which gradually FILL THE FRAME.
VOICE (O.S.)
Josephine, Josephine...
MATCH CUT to another young woman's eyes as they snap open. They are equally striking, but she is definitely not a blonde.
INT. WORTHINGTON DORM - DAY
JOEY POTTER lies in her bed, covered by a somewhat more traditional, flowery duvet. Still half asleep, she mumbles loudly. Her roommate, CLARICE, is trying to wake her.
JOEY sits up with a start.
JOEY
Heather Graham!!!
CLARICE
Hey - I wish, girl.
CLARICE, although clearly not Heather Graham - on account of her black skin - is doing herself a disservice. She has the look of a young Halle Berry about her.
JOEY
Sorry Clarice. I guess I was dreaming...
CLARICE
Dawson?
JOEY
You know me too well. What time is it?
CLARICE
Coming up for nine a.m. But don't panic, lit lecture's cancelled, remember.
JOEY
(Rubbing her eyes)
Well, skydiving's a dangerous sport. Lucky the teaching assistant was there to break his fall.
CLARICE
You're joking, right? Only I heard ...
JOEY
(Interrupting)
... he got hit by a golf ball. Which is actually the truth, but since my imagination got off to an over active start this morning I thought I'd run with it. You had breakfast?
CLARICE
Nope. Murphy's
JOEY
Mmm. Hmm. Sounds good.
She throws back her own duvet, covering the camera.
Although only a few minutes have passed since dawn, the sun barely above the horizon, it still casts enough light through the thin window blinds for us to see the room.
The contents tell us a lot about the occupant.
-- A state-of-the-art Macintosh laptop computer.
-- A DVD player and 16:9 television.
-- A stack of films on DVD. On top of the pile rests the collectors edition of "L.A. Confidential"
-- A bookshelf, crammed with film texts - including the classics - the colourful cover of "Truffaut - Hitchcock" jumps out among from the grey hardcovers.
-- The walls, covered in framed film posters, each the signature film of a classic director. Welles - Citizen Kane. Hitchcock - Psycho. Kurosawa - Seven Samurai. Scorsese - Raging Bull. Spielberg - Jaws.
-- But one poster is unfamiliar even to the film buff. Brooks - Turn Away My Sweet.
This poster takes pride of place, above the futon that is crammed into the limited space provided. Underneath the bold, modern design of the duvet cover - almost certainly sourced from a Scandinavian furniture store - two figures lie asleep.
Of the man of the left, we can see little but a tall forehead. But the woman on the right, her long blonde hair spilling out and down onto the floor, has familiar blue eyes, which gradually FILL THE FRAME.
VOICE (O.S.)
Josephine, Josephine...
MATCH CUT to another young woman's eyes as they snap open. They are equally striking, but she is definitely not a blonde.
INT. WORTHINGTON DORM - DAY
JOEY POTTER lies in her bed, covered by a somewhat more traditional, flowery duvet. Still half asleep, she mumbles loudly. Her roommate, CLARICE, is trying to wake her.
JOEY sits up with a start.
JOEY
Heather Graham!!!
CLARICE
Hey - I wish, girl.
CLARICE, although clearly not Heather Graham - on account of her black skin - is doing herself a disservice. She has the look of a young Halle Berry about her.
JOEY
Sorry Clarice. I guess I was dreaming...
CLARICE
Dawson?
JOEY
You know me too well. What time is it?
CLARICE
Coming up for nine a.m. But don't panic, lit lecture's cancelled, remember.
JOEY
(Rubbing her eyes)
Well, skydiving's a dangerous sport. Lucky the teaching assistant was there to break his fall.
CLARICE
You're joking, right? Only I heard ...
JOEY
(Interrupting)
... he got hit by a golf ball. Which is actually the truth, but since my imagination got off to an over active start this morning I thought I'd run with it. You had breakfast?
CLARICE
Nope. Murphy's
JOEY
Mmm. Hmm. Sounds good.
She throws back her own duvet, covering the camera.