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INT. BEDROOM - MORNING

The alarm clock beside the bed buzzes loudly as IRIS (25, timid and bright eyed) opens her eyes. She has short hair, a deep blue in colour.

She hammers the alarm a few times before realising that it is in fact the front door, not the alarm, that is buzzing. Her hair turns bright red as she throws back the covers and stomps out of bed.


INT/EXT. FRONT DOOR

Iris opens the door to HENRI (27, a study in nervous energy) who is smiling and holding two large bags of groceries.

HENRI 

Iris Tissot? I have your groceries-

IRIS 

-Where’s Carl?

HENRI 

Oh, he’s ill, I’m covering for him. Mind if I come in?

IRIS 

Oh, I really don’t think-

Iris’ hair turns a vivid green as Henri sidles past her into her flat. He places the bags on the floor and wanders into...

INT. LIVING ROOM

Everything in the large living room has been ordered by colour. Every item meticulously ordered into single colours running the spectrum through the room.

IRIS 

You’re in my house... No one ever... I think you should...

Henri turns to her as her hair changes to a pale pink colour.

Suddenly shy, Iris places her hands over her hair.

IRIS (CONT’D) 

I... Suffer from a rare medical condition. I think you should leave now.

HENRI 

Just let me show you a trick first. Then I promise you I’ll leave and if you don’t like the trick I’ll never come back, I’ll get someone else to deliver your shopping.

Henri sits down at the small breakfast table and beckons Iris to sit opposite him. She does so, not without suspicion reading on her face and her now pale green hair.

HENRI (CONT’D) 

Have you ever heard of synesthesia? It’s when one feeling or sensation is automatically associated with another. Often with colour. A lot of people see Monday as blue for example, and happiness as yellow.

Iris’ hair turns orange as Henri takes a glass marble, deep red in colour, from his pocket and places it on the table.

HENRI (CONT’D) 

Red, for example. Ask someone what red means. Anger? Love? For me red is excitement. 

He places a dark blue marble on the table next to the red one.

HENRI (CONT’D) 

And blue? What’s that? Sadness? The unknown?

He takes an empty tea cup from the table and places it over the two marbles.

HENRI (CONT’D) 

Mix these two together though and you get something altogether unique.

He picks up the cup and underneath it is a single purple marble. He places the cup down next to him. Iris smiles

HENRI (CONT’D) 

purple. Desire? Royalty? Disgust... Ah, but I can see that yellow must be your favourite colour. Am I right? Happiness? Sunshine?

He tips the tea cup over spilling dozens of yellow marbles over the table and onto the floor.
Iris smiles broadly and claps her hands as her hair turns a bright, beautiful yellow.