by Brigette ReDavid
EXT. THE WOODS - DAY
Molly points. William SHOOTS. They pick up a DEAD PHEASANT --
They walk in the field carrying dead pheasants and rabbits.
Can I try it?
Hunting. I want to shoot.
Girls don’t shoot the supper. They cook it.
Molly freezes as her smile fades into anger.
All my life I’ve been told what I should and should not do, what I can and can not do.
Things are how they are.
That is not how I want my life to be. I want to shoot the gun.
This is our life now. Let's get home so you can cook the pheasant.
He starts walking but Molly doesn’t budge.
I'm hungry. Come, Mary.
She doesn’t move. He stops and paces around his defiant wife.
Aye, it’s a strange wife I have.
Just let me try.
William considers briefly, but he's tired and hungry.
Maybe another time.
But we're here now.
William uncomfortably looks around the open fields.
Women do not hunt.
Please, William. Just let me do this.
She moves closer to him, touching his arm.
No one would know.
It’s obvious she’s not going anywhere.
It’s important how you stand.
He lifts the gun as Molly breaks into a broad smile. He positions the gun for Molly.
Always aim dead center. If you wound the animal, kill it fast because it’s cruel to make anything suffer.
Molly steadies the gun and squints. He points at a pheasant. She shoots - knocking herself backward.
He steadies her and takes the gun.
Not by much. You'd have to practice. Let’s go home.
He puts out his hand but Molly doesn't move.
So you will teach me to shoot?
I didn’t say that.
You said I needed practice.
Instead of getting angry, William grins at her.
You could use some practice at a few things, Mary.
It goes over her head. He starts walking.
I'm a good cook!
William LAUGHS heartily at the joke Molly doesn’t understand.
You're laughing because I missed.
He stops and walks back to her, giving her the gun.
At least we found something that makes you happy.
Molly smiles broadly as she takes the gun --
INT. WILLIAM AND MOLLY'S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
William and Molly hang the DEAD GAME by a string near the fire. Molly is glowing as she points to a pheasant.
That one is mine!
William's hungry. He smiles at her.
Then we shall eat that one first. I'll start the fire.
Molly stops him. They are close - face to face.
What now, woman? You have had your way all day.
She moves closer and they kiss passionately. Then Molly surprises him by taking his hand to lead him to the loft --
Writer's excerpt courtesy NYWIFT (NYWIFT.ORG)