Script Draft One

This is the first draft of our film noir script:

FADE IN

BEGIN TITLES
Series of images of the weapons that are used in a normal game of Cluedo.
END TITLES

1. INT. DINING ROOM – NIGHT
Scene opening in an old dining room in a posh house decorated in a grand and lavish fashion. In the centre of the room there’s a dining table, around which are the characters; COLONEL MUSTARD, MISS SCARLETT, PROFESSOR PLUM, MRS PEACOCK, REVERAND GREEN and MRS WHITE.

DECTECTIVE STEEL (V.O.)
This is Dr. Black’s dinner party, a discreet, formal affair for some of Dr. Black’s closest friends.

DECTECTIVE STEEL names each character in turn as they appear on the screen, all of them holding drinks, talking and laughing generally enjoying themselves.

DECTECTIVE STEEL (V.O.)
(CONT’D)
At least one of these six people have committed murder and I’m the one who’ll have to sort it out

PROFESSOR PLUM notices DR BLACK’s absence and breaks off mid-conversation to remark upon this.

PROFESSOR PLUM
Where the devil has Dr. Black gotten to?

The guests look at each other quizzically before MISS SCARLETT rises gracefully from her chair, slinking elegantly towards the door. She opens the door slightly, holding it ajar, then turns around to face her fellow diners

MISS SCARLETT
You folks just enjoy your drinks, I’m sure he can’t have gone far.

MISS SCARLETT exits and the guests turn back to their conversations.



DETECTIVE STEEL (V.O.)
She’s right of course; he has not gone far at all.

Seconds later a bloodcurdling scream is heard as MISS SCARLETT bursts through the door into the dining hall, shutting the door she leans against it.

MISS SCARLETT
It’s Dr. Black... He’s dead!

DISSOLVE TO:

2. INT. DINING ROOM – NIGHT
The dinner guests have all now abandoned their places at the table and are instead scattered randomly around the room. No one is speaking but they are giving each other shifty glances, they are clearly waiting for somebody. COLONEL MUSTARD is pacing nervously, cigarette in mouth, attempting to light a match.

COLONEL MUSTARD
(angrily)
Useless piece of junk!

COLNEL MUSTARD throws his pack of matches on the floor and looks round at the other dinner guests

COLONEL MUSTARD
Any one o’ yous gotta light?

DETECTIVE STEEL (O.S.)
I believe I can be of use to you.

DETECTIVE STEEL has presumably entered the room via another door and has been lurking in the shadows of one corner of the room ever since, from which he now steps, holding a box of matches/ a lighter. DETECTIVE STEEL hands the box of matches to COLONEL MUSTARD who accepts them with a nod and a gruff noise of thanks.

DETECTIVE STEEL
I presume you all know why I’m here; to investigate the Murder of Dr Black-





MRS PEACOCK
(interupting)
Hold on a minute Detective, what’s to say that Dr. Black didn’t just pull a Dutch?

DETECTIVE STEEL
Tell me Mrs Peacock, why would a man take his own life at a dinner party, not to mention one he was hosting? He would have far more consideration for both his guests and his suit to do a thing like that. Now, who would like to tell me exactly what happened tonight?