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Screenplay Edit: “A Quiet Place”

A line-by-line edit of the first 167 words of the script.

Screenshot by the author; © 2018 by Paramount Pictures.

Original Text

BLACKWe hear, very clearly, the sound of light wind.EXT. TOWN — MAIN ST. — LATE AFTERNOONWe come up on... a streetlight. There is no illumination... and no movement. We hold on it for a long moment when suddenly... The streetlight bobs... and then begins to sway. We slowly begin to rise up on the streetlight to reveal... a small bird has landed on it. We continue to rise to reveal, behind the bird...Wind blows through the gargantuan evergreens that seem to engulf the narrow main street of a small town in upstate New York. Shop windows and cars on either side covered in dust, the place seems frozen in time. There is no movement.In the very middle of the road one can see... sand. A bizarre incongruity, a long pathway about a shovels width runs the full length of the street with offshoots into open doorways of some of the shops.We hold for a long moment:

Line Edit

BLACK
We hear, very clearly, the sound of light wind.
EXT. TOWN — MAIN ST. — LATE AFTERNOON
We come up on... a streetlight.
There is no illumination... and no movement.
We hold on it for a long moment when suddenly... The streetlight bobs... and then begins to sway.
We slowly begin to rise up on the streetlight to reveal... a small bird has landed on it.
We continue to rise to reveal, behind the bird...
Wind blows through the gargantuan evergreens that seem to engulf the narrow main street of a small town in upstate New York.
Shop windows and cars on either side covered in dust, the place seems frozen in time.
There is no movement.
In the very middle of the road one can see... sand.
A bizarre incongruity, a long pathway about a shovels width runs the full length of the street with offshoots into open doorways of some of the shops.
We hold for a long moment:

Edited Text

We hear a breeze.EXT. UPSTATE NEW YORK — TOWN — MAIN STREET — LATE AFTERNOONWe PUSH IN on a still, unilluminated traffic light. We HOLD ON the light until it bobs and sways. We slowly RISE UP the light to reveal that a small bird has landed on it. We CONTINUE RISING to reveal, behind the bird......wind blowing through gargantuan evergreens that are encroaching on the town. Shop windows and cars on both sides of the street are covered in dust. The place is frozen in time.In the middle of the street, we see sand; a pathway about a shovels width runs the length of the street, with offshoots into some of the shops.

Revised Text

EXT. UPSTATE NEW YORK - GHOST TOWN - LATE AFTERNOONAn old traffic light hovers above the main street of the town. A bird lands on the light, and the light bobs and sways under its weight. Behind the bird, wind sweeps silently through an imposing forest of evergreens.The town is covered in dust. Cars line the streets, abandoned, and shop doors remain open, as if in expectation of regular business. The place is frozen in time.A pathway of sand about a shovel’s width runs through the middle of the street, with offshoots into various shops.

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Mitchell Ferrin

I write about writing and editing and also share occasional thoughts on things. mitchellferrin.com