Typed, because that gives it a more cinematographic aspect, this is the script typed by Carla Simón for an imaginary second part of ‘Alcarràs’, in which Quimet, the father, is left behind as the protagonists of all the troubles of life in the field and the camera focuses on his son Roger in his first steps as a Barcelonan. This is ‘The Roger to Barcelona’.
THE ROGER TO BARCELONA
write per
Carla Simon
Pel preached the festivities of the Mercè
1 INT. TRAIN – DAY
The late afternoon light enters intermittently through the finestra of a train roam. It illuminates the face of ROGER, a 19-year-old boy with red hair and clothes with a change of clothes.
Observe the landscape. Large iron structures compose ponts per on passen vies sorolloses. I of sobte the foscor. Ends that the warm lamps of a tunnel are passing over the face of our character.
PUBLIC ADDRESS
Next station: Barcelona.
Next station: Barcelona.
Next station: Barcelona.
The Roger s’aixeca of his seven neguitós, on alert, takes on a full bossa d’esport and is about to burst, and heads for the sortida gate.
2 INT. STATION OF SANTS – VESPRE
The Roger walks in the opposite direction to a crowd. He aviat he s’adona that the best is to follow the people. He arrives at some electric stairs and is allowed to carry. The mobile li vibrates.
ROGER
Tieta, estic sortint.
TIETA GLORIA
Carinyo, we didn’t come looking for you. Clara is with Teia who has a fever and they can’t come and I’m late for the feina.
The uncomfortable Roger assenteix.
TIETA GLÒRIA (CONT’D)
Però don’t pateixis, when you go to the station look for the M for the metro. I look for the blue line, the one that goes in the direction of Vall d’Hebron. When you get on the train you have to go down to Sagrada Família, there are five stops. Do you see clearly?
ROGER
(amagant seu dubte)
Okay, yes, yes. Clarissim.
3 INT. SUBWAY PASSADISSO – VESPRE
The Roger walks through labyrinthine passadissos de sostre baix. He looks for cartells, he doubts whether he will follow the R or the M, he goes down a few stairs and bids them again, he heads another passadís. He sembla tot equal. You are lost
Feel a MUSIC. A friendly, soft, delicate guitar. Roger follows the melody fins that he is a NOI JOVE tocant amb sentiment. He s’aturates a few seconds, he is hypnotized observant with the dits of the ballen musician on the instrument.
Fins that a puff of wind caused by the arrival of a meter wakes him up from the charm. The Roger is tour and I know that he has arrived at the white line. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The subway doors are open. Rius de gent exchange positions between l’endana i el comboi. The Roger s’hi sum.
4 OUT MOUTH OF THE SAGRADA FAMÍLIA METRO – VESPRE
A group of gent amuntegada watches amunt amb admiració. Sigui amb mòbils o amb càmeres fotogràfiques, tots or quasi tots point to the mateix lloc.
The Roger surt del metro i es tour cap a l’espai fotografiat. His face could not feign the mateixa surprise shown by the tourists. Against the sky in the white hour, the mighty Sagrada Família rises with the seven towers, the six stars and the six colored vines.
5 INT. PIS GLORIA – NIT
From the edge of a doorway, Roger observes a petite girl’s room. Al llit, illuminated by a lilac lava lamp, hi ha la TEIA, the seva kitchen of her 3 years old, who is sound asleep.
SIZE:
The Roger walks for a long time with great benefits full of books that surely do not fit in another room. POM! N’hi cau un al terra en passar-hi per davant. The Roger the recoil and the fa to fit in the little space that he troba.
SIZE:
Roger observes the quinoa and tofu amanida platter served with al davant tea. He looks at each other suspiciously, as if he doesn’t dare to try it. Davant seu de el, la GLÒRIA i la CLARA sopen amb ell.
GLORY
If you don’t like it and do a little trick, eh? Or else hi has vegetables that have left over from the dinar.
ROGER
No lime, auntie.
Roger makes an effort and tries the quinoa.
ROGER (CONT’D)
Surely the hens of the Padrí would love them.
GLORY
Et faig a trick.
ROGER
That no tieta, that is a joke, the maximum that will happen is that I have shit.
Glòria and Clara smile.
6 INT. GUEST ROOM / PIS GLÒRIA – NIT
Through the open window, the light from a lamppost illuminates the room. The Roger is stretched to the llit observant with the lights of the cotxes that passen is reflecteixen to the rest. The so d’un bus, the d’una una
motorcycle, the dumpster truck, the crits of a group of people who go to party… The Roger can’t sleep. He s’aixeca, abaixa the blind i tanca finestra. Through the darkness, the Roger spawns a fan.
7 INT. PROFESSIONAL TRAINING SCHOOL – DAY
The Roger enters the seu futur lloc d’estudi. Hi there is a long queue to enroll. It seems that tothom is next to him, because no one is directing the paraula.
ROGER
Excuse me, ets l’últim?
An NOI remains silent and continues to watch the mobile. The Roger is sitting down for which he waits in silence.
SIZE:
On a long taulell, the Roger fills some papers with severities. He marks the Mechanics module. Of sobte, li sorgeix un dubte. He is directed to the RECEPTIONIST.
ROGER (CONT’D)
Here haig to pose the meva direction of the town or the one from here?
RECEPTIONIST
Al lloc on visquis ara.
Roger is a few seconds thought. He observes the paper amb dubte. He finally settled down and wrote down the address of his aunt’s house, Sagrada Família.
8 EXT. GLÒRIES PARK – DAY
Sitting on a bench, Roger watches as a group of young people from different backgrounds play basketball. The mobile li vibrates. He looks who he is and clears.
ROGER
Hello Dad…
IRIS
That no, that sóc la teva germana petita, that ja t’has oblidat de mi?
ROGER
Com m’haig d’oblidar de tu?
IRIS
Ja ha anat adonar menjar als coloms de part meva?
ROGER
No, face no, quan pugui hi vaig.
MARIONA
(from lluny)
Question-li if s’ha fet girlfriend!
IRIS
La Mariona said that if you ja t’has fet girlfriend…
Aunt Nugget
(from lluny)
Deixa’m-hi talk to me!
IRIS
Quan vinguis the divendres em
will you bring a gift?
ROGER
If home, what vols, a gift every week?
IRIS
A petitet, a detail…
MARIONA
(from lluny)
Amb la de gent que hi ha a Barcelona, si cara no t’has fet fiancè ja està tarant, nen!
Aunt Nugget
Deixa’m-hi talk to me.
(She sat down with the mans changing phone)
what god darling? What’s hot?
ROGER
Molta, tieta, molta is not pot to support.
Aunt Nugget
Doncs go to the supermarket that I’m sure they have air conditioning. Here it is going to rain and it has refreshed. She thinks that I had already been able to stay for a while and when I left home I had to throw myself into looking for a jacket. Ah, do you know who I’ve trobatted? To your friend from Cal Miquelet, who told me that he had tricked you but that you hadn’t contested, he said that you had become a pixapí.
ROGER
I’ll trick him, tieta.
From nou, the phone changes from mans.
CHIMET
Fill, have you looked at how much the kilo of presses goes?
ROGER
No, face I haven’t tingut temps, dad, I’m going to arrive there…
CHIMET
Collons, t’enviem there in civilian clothes and face you have not fet els deures? You are already late.
ROGER
I the mom?
CHIMET
Ta mare has anat to buy.
ROGER
Well, say-li that I’ve never enrolled, okay?
CHIMET
Molt bé, doncs espavil. I look at the price of presses.
9 INT. SAGRADA FAMILIA MARKET – DAY
The Roger goes down a ramp and enters a neighborhood market. He walks between the stalls of fish, meat, prepared dishes, ends up davant d’una fruiteria. He observes the mangoes, the pinyes and the kiwis, but he also has pomes, peres and préssecs.
“2 euros i mig al Kg”, said the poster that accompanies the préssecs. “3 euros i mig al Kg”, said the poster that accompanies the Paraguayans. “3 euros per Kg”, said the poster that accompanies the nectarines.
Roger made a photograph of this fruit that he knew so much and sent it to his father. Instantly, he replied with a reply: “Malparits! & rdquor ;. Roger somriu amb certain resignation.
10 INT. LOCAL DE GRÀCIA – DAY
Roger observes a bar packed with young people. Look how they dress, how they are mouen, how they talk, how they relate. A girl is apropa amb curiositat, is LAURA.
Laura
And you are from the mateix poble que l’Albert?
ROGER
No, from the town of Costat.
Laura
And what do you know?
ROGER
Allà tothom is coneix, but in reality we are cosins segons, per això els dos som Solés.
Laura
It is that als pobles tots sou cosins. I how is diu el teu poble?
ROGER
Alcarras.
Laura
gannet?
ROGER
No, Alcarras.
Laura
Alcarras. Molt be. She had not felt it mai.
ROGER
Doncs hi passen moltes coses.
Laura
I això is at the Delta’s prop, right? Like the village of l’Albert.
ROGER
You don’t approve of geography, eh… Both the meu poble and the de l’Albert are in favor of Lleida.
At this moment, ALBERT comes up with three beers. He donates one to Roger and another to Laura.
ALBERT
Roger, més coses por la teva llista: Bogatell beach, Horta labyrinth, Ciutadella park and Carmel bunkers.
Laura
I the Razzmataz, i l’Apolo.
ALBERT
Però d’això ja me n’carrego jo, eh Roger, que et porrem de festa?
ROGER
How vulgar.
ALBERT
Però t’hauràs to stay some weekend cap here.
ROGER
Yes man, not crazy. Jo on weekends home.
ALBERT
In two days and I will change my opinion.
EXT 11 CARRERS DE L’EIXAMPLE – DAY
The Roger passes through the streets of the city. When he is about to cross a traffic light, he poses in vermell and a cotxe li pita. The Roger backs up and waits. At this moment, he passes an ambulance, he is bothersome, stressful. He sat outside of lloc, i a mica sun.
SIZE:
The Roger surt d’una fleca amb a croissant a la mà. He does not clarify cap to on anar així that he s’asseu in a bank and is posed to eat. He li cau a trosset of croissant al terra i observe with a colom above i se’l menja. Roger smiled.
At this moment, I rep a missatge from seu amic Albert i el llegeix. He li remembers tots els llocs that he has to visit Barcelona.
EXT 12 CARMEL BUNKERS – VESPRE / NIT
Núvols allargats, rogencs i púrpures flood the cel of Barcelona. The Sagrada Família, the Agbar tower, Montjuïc, the Mapfre Tower and the Vela hotel. I al fons, immensament blau, immensament infinit, the Mediterranean sea. Roger walks through the bunkers as he watches the sights of the city.
SIZE:
Assegut on a bench to contemplate the landscape, Roger s’encén a cigarette. He s’has fet de nit i snorts a mica de ventet. Les llums de la ciutat draw abstract forms. Roger tanca els ulls i es relaxa.
FIIIIIIU!, of sobte, a great petard draws a palm tree to the cel. It is the tret de sortida d’a pyrotechnics of colored artificial lights that explode joyfully over Barcelona.
The Roger s’adona that la Mercè begins avui. He puts down the mobile and takes a photograph. He searches among his contacts for his fins that finds his friend “Miquelet junior & rdquor ;. He sent the photo
amb a missatge that I gave:
ROGER
“Ei loco, here passen moltes coses, you are already coming to visit me.”.
FI