MRS BROWN BY JEREMY BROCK
EXT. THE GROUNDS OF WINDSOR CASTLE, FOREST - NIGHT
Begin on black. The sound of rain driving into trees.
Something wipes frame and we are suddenly hurtling through
a forest on the shoulders of a wild-eyed, kilted JOHN
BROWN. Drenched hair streaming, head swivelling left and
right, as he searches the lightening-dark. A crack to his
left. He spins round, raises his pistol, smacks past
saplings and plunges on.EXT. THE GROUNDS OF WINDSOR CASTLE, FOREST - NIGHT
Close-up on BROWN as he bangs against a tree and heaves for
air. A face in its fifties, mad-fierce eyes, handsome,
bruised lips, liverish. He goes on searching the dark.
Stops. Listens through the rain. A beat. Thinking he
hears a faint thump in the distance, he swings round and
races on.EXT. THE GROUNDS OF WINDSOR CASTLE, FOREST - NIGHT