Heavy Rain: The Casting/Transcript

This is the transcript of Heavy Rain: The Casting, the 2006 tech demo for Heavy Rain.

Transcript
(The film opens with a camera coming into focus on a white audition room with gray carpeting and a black stool in it. A woman walks into the room and approaches the stool.)

Director: Go ahead, take a seat.

(The woman sits down.)

Director: Can you give me your name and your age, please?

Mary: My name is Mary Smith. I'm 24.

Director: Have you ever taken any acting lessons, Mary?

(The camera zooms in on Mary's face.)

Mary: Not really; I couldn't afford it, but I watch a lot of films and I learn so much by watching them.

(The camera zooms in on Mary's eyes.)

Director: Have you shot anything recently?

Mary: I've had a few bit parts - little things here and there, nothing very serious for the moment; I'm always too tall, too short, wrong hair... (The camera zooms out, pans down to Mary's hands, and zooms in on them as she speaks.) There's always something wrong with me. (She laughs nervously.)

(The camera zooms out.)

Director: Okay. Have you learned your lines?

Mary: Yes.

(The camera zooms in on Mary's face.)

Director: Let's get started. Mark it, please!

(A clapperboard is thrust in front of the camera.)

Clapper loader: Casting Heavy Rain, actress Mary Smith, take 1.

Director: And...action!

(The sound of falling rain can be heard. As the clapperboard is pulled away, the scene has changed and Mary is sitting in a chair in her kitchen.)

Mary: The first time I saw you, I knew you were the one. I thought these things only happened in the movies, you know? Pounding heart, the sweaty hands and the shaky legs. (She laughs nervously as the camera zooms out.) I was coming out of the theater, and it started pouring heavy rain, so there I was, soaking wet, teeth chattering, freezing cold, and then you came up to me. You looked me straight in the eyes and you said, "Need an umbrella, miss?" You sent me flowers for weeks and you said you'd love me forever. Three months later we were getting married. God, it sounds so stupid. It's such a corny moment. (The camera zooms in on her face.)

But real life...never ends up being what you think it's gonna be. (She stands up as the camera zooms out.) You think it's gonna be one big, happy fairy tale. (She leans on the counter.) And then one day you wake up in an average little house, living an average little life, and your real dreams are about paying the bills and maybe, someday, getting a bigger TV.

(Dramatic music starts.)

And you realize that...maybe that wasn't the life you were dreaming of. You realize maybe things could have been different. And maybe I actually could have lived with all of that, but then one day it all just...starts with something small. (She starts walking around the kitchen.) A little lipstick on your collar, a few nights when you come home a bit late. At first I tell myself that I'm crazy, that you would never do such a thing. But just to ease my mind, one night, I follow you as you leave the office; I follow you to a seedy hotel...where you meet the girl. (She turns away from the camera.) And then my whole world falls apart.

(A thunderclap is heard through the kitchen window.)

I come home...and I cry for hours in my kitchen. (She reaches into the sink and pulls out a revolver.) I get the gun from the drawer in the bedroom. (She fingers the revolver.) And I tell myself that if this is all that life has to offer, then I can do without. (She points the revolver at her head. The camera zooms in on her face as she starts crying.)

But then I change my mind. (She stops pointing the revolver at her head as the camera zooms out.) After all, I'm not the one who's cheating. (She walks back to the chair and sits down.) So, quietly, I wait for you to come home, sitting in my average little kitchen. Obviously, when you get home, you don't suspect a thing, so I press the fucking gun against your forehead and I take a few seconds to watch the fear grow in your eyes. (She points the revolver at the camera as it zooms in.) You tell yourself, "She won't do it. She doesn't have the guts; she's just trying to teach me a lesson." (She lowers the revolver as the camera zooms out.)

But you are so wrong, honey! I've sentenced you to death for turning my life into a soap opera cliché! (She stands up and points the revolver at the camera as she walks toward it.) For stepping on my dreams, for not giving a shit about me all those years, and for lying to me, and betraying me, and humiliating me. (A thunderclap is heard as she speaks.) I'm making an example out of you for all the assholes out there who think they can keep on fucking us over and over.

Goodbye, my love.

(The music stops. A gunshot is heard and the scene fades to white. It cuts back to the audition room with Mary pointing a finger gun at the camera.)

Mary: So, how was it?

Director: Uh, very nice, very nice.

Mary: You think I might stand a chance?

Director: Someone will get in touch with you and let you know.

(Mary leaves the room with a smile.)

Clapper loader: She wasn't too bad, huh?

Director: Doesn't matter. She's too tall for the part. Next!

(The camera switches to standby mode as the scene fades to black.)