Opening long shot of the mountain, slowely
zooms into a figure walking along a path to the top.
Medium shot of the salesman coming over the
ridge towards camera. Sets his cart down.
Long behind the salesman, reveals the broken
bridge and the chasm of impenetrable fog before his feet. “Hello!” He shouts
into the fog, “Anyone out there?” A dark figure’s silhouette rises out of the
fog as if a pillar coming out of the earth.
Medium looking up at the shadow in the fog.
“Hello?” He hesitates to ask, “Are you the reason the bridge is out?”
Long of the man small in comparison to the
shadow, from the side. The shadow moves closer, smaller as it does and then
comes up onto the cliff’s edge. “Oh!” Exclaims the salesman.
Close of the cliff’s edge. In a grunted voice
it responds, still crawling up to flat land. “Time is responsible for its
decay, not I!”
Close up of mans face tracking the creature.
“But I yearn for the farside small… man…? Many say it is a perfect land, filled
with countless wonderful people!”
Medium of the creature walking towards a small
tree on the hill, he turns back to the man. “Wonderful how…” the creature
stares back at the salesman.
Cuts between close and medium shots to watch
expression changes. “Beautiful,” he watches the creature’s nervous expression,
“Accepting…” He watches as it changes to a look of interest. “A society where
all are love.” He grins widely, then to wide for the awkward tension and
silence.
Medium behind the man looking at the creature.
“I could rebuild this bridge you request…” The creature bobs frantically while
circling the salesman and then stops to think. “…But in exchange, the first to
cross it will live in this ravine with me, and therefore I will never be lonely
again!” He puts out a hand to shake. (Or another deal method)
Close up on expression of thought. The
salesman ponders and then smirks, “That seems like a glorious deal!”
Close. The creature hesitates for a second
pulling his hand back at how easily the man agreed, and then nods his head to
himself in assurance.
Ultra close. They shake hands and small
magical sparks fly.
Wide of the man starting camp and the creature
walking into the fog.
Medium to salesman relaxing.
Wide of the deep fog and the creature moving
about.
Close. Salesman pulls up the cover on his
eyes. When the salesman awakes the bridge is finished.
Wide of the fog clearing and the bridge
finished. The creature sits upon a post.
Medium of salesman getting up and dusting off
his pants. “Well I am off!” he exclaims, “I must go at once to be the first to
meet all those wonderful people in the villages beyond the fog.” The salesman
walks back to get his cart, “Just wait a second while I get my cart and I’ll be
the first one to meet them in many years!”
In a close shot we see the creature
frantically look back over the bridge trying to decide something. Unable to
suppress the wonder, the creature runs over the foggy bridge fueled by
curiosity.
Wide. The creature stands in confusion on the
other end of the bridge, as realization strikes him. He seems to not see
anything but wasteland on the other side as he flicks his head back and forth.
He was the first to cross and therefore bargain is fulfilled. He is ordained to
be stuck alone in the chasm. He falls over as if something pulls him down.
Close. We watch as the creature is magically
dragged towards the chasm, his fingers clawing the dirt.
Wide over the bridge. The chuckling salesman
begins to cross, with a grin, “Seems our bargain has been fulfilled!” He knows
he has won.
Close of salesmans face, then of bending wood
beams. Just then the bridge creaks, cracks, and collapses.
Wide from above. The bridge, the salesman. And
his cart tumble into the crevice.
Medium. The creature looks on, sitting on the
edge of the chasm, into the fog below. We see many other carts, bones, and
items in the crevice beneath the fog.
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