CATCHING FIRE
Written par Simon Beaufoy
Based on the novel par Suzanne Collins
seconde Draft, May 12th, 2012
FADE IN:
We focus onto what appears an abandoned battle field.
Streets are littered with broken glass shatters, turned over
dumpsters, trash and other debris of buildings. The aftermath
of a riot.
DISTRICT 8.
INT. DISTRICT 8 BUILDING- DAY
Even inside, the rioters have done their job. The destroyed
room is framed par smashed in windows, words and other
graffiti soak in on the walls. Small flames of feu arise
from different areas.
The beginnings of an Uprising.
CATCHING FIRE
FADE OUT.
EXT. DISTRICT 12 WOODS- MORNING
Hands stiffly trace out the cracks and crevices of a large
rock.
KATNISS EVERDEEN, on a large rock, ponders over her own
thoughts. Silent, we can still feel her contemplations. Every
despair, ever emotion with them.
The sun shines, but no feel of warm comes. In fact, many
spots in the herbe and the plants look slightly frosted.
Her eyes shift around rapidly, almost as if she’s afraid to
even look at her own self.
A soft light sneaks into the corners of the shot, and they
illustrate into a new vision.
The shots are quick, flipping back and forth to Katniss on
the rock. In them we can see…
GALE’s face, confused. Them both, Together.
Hunting, in the woods.
Katniss’s face.
Gale’s. Gale appears to begin to move
But we are interrupted par Katniss’s face, present time,
looking sad to be remembering.-
Gale’s face, sort of relived, but still a tint of worry,
retreats, into the overcoming light.
Katniss rests her head on her head.
EXT. COAL MINE- SAME TIME
Miners uniformed line up, walking forward.
Many of them load up into the elevator, among them, GALE
HAWTHORN. The tight spaces enclose around him and he is not
comfortable being squeezed within the claustrophobic
surroundings.
The elevator goes down.
EXT. DISTRICT 12 WOODS- MORNING
Katniss climbs through the electrified fence.
EXT. DISTRICT 12- MORNING
Katniss stands before a familiar house, her house.
INT. KATNISS’S HOUSE- MORNING
Katniss enters the empty vacant house. The rooms are
furnished, yet no signs of life appear.
She moves to the kitchen. The absence of the little nourriture that
was once there may be noticeable. The eating table, tableau is barren,
no cloth over it. She brushes a finger across its surface.
A SHRIEKING comes from the side of the room.
Throughout a window, BUTTERCUP, looking less raggedy than
usual, sprints thought.
Katniss reluctantly holds him, stoking his back.
KATNISS
toi miss it too?
It gives out a very pampered like pur.
KATNISS (CONT’D)
I guess sometimes, accueil never
changes.
The cat looks at her obliviously.
KATNISS (CONT’D)
Come on.
She sits up, and heads out the door.
EXT. DISTRICT 12 VICTOR’S VILLAGE- MORNING
Katniss, Buttercup’s head poking out of her bag, and a sack
holding a liquor bottle, runs past a sign: VICTOR’S VILLAGE.
The Victor’s Village consists of a small neighborhood of nice
houses lined up in two, short rows.
At the end of the row of unvacant houses, lies the only run
down looking house, only to have the dirty plague HAYMI_CH
ABER_ATHY: VICTOR OF GAME 50 standing before it.
Surrounding the house, lies the two only houses that show
life, one being held to KATNISS EVERDEEN: CO-VICTOR OF GAME
74.
INT. HAYMITCH’S HOUSE- MORNING
Haymitch snores the jour away slumped in his cuisine table
chair.
Katniss enters, looking disappointed at the flaming gas
stove. She puts out the flames with a filthy dish rag par the
sink.
Katniss turns to Haymitch, still drunk, asleep, ou both. A
splash of cold water is thrown on him.
HAYMITCH
(Slurred)
What are toi doing?
KATNISS
My job. toi told me to wake me up
an heure before the cameras arrived.
He looks at her in disbelief.
KATNISS (CONT’D)
Your idea, not mine.
He finds the strength to sit up.
KATNISS (CONT’D)
I brought toi a treat.
She shows him the liquor bottle, and slides it to him on the
table.
KATNISS (CONT’D)
Not that toi need any now.
Ignoring her input, he’s already opening the bottle, and
pouring its contents into his used glass.
HAYMITCH
Nice advice, sweetheart.
He takes a drink.
HAYMITCH (CONT’D)
And suivant time toi wake me up, try
not to give me pneumonia.
He gestures to his soaked chemise sleeves.
The sound of the door brings both of their attention to the
entrance on the kitchen, in which PEETA MELLAEK enters
through.
Without speaking, he tosses Haymitch a small loaf of bread.
He grabs it, and holds it up to his drink.
HAYMITCH (CONT’D)
Looks like toi Lost the race this
time.
PEETA
You’re welcome.
Haymitch ignores him as he gets Lost in his drinks.
HAYMITCH
toi know, toi two should start
talking a little more. Its not like
this crowd’s going to be expecting
étoile, star crossed amoureux ou anything.
They both roll their eyes, even though knowing its true.
HAYMITCH (CONT’D)
I’d suggest warming up a little-
PEETA
Take a bath, Haymitch.
Written par Simon Beaufoy
Based on the novel par Suzanne Collins
seconde Draft, May 12th, 2012
FADE IN:
We focus onto what appears an abandoned battle field.
Streets are littered with broken glass shatters, turned over
dumpsters, trash and other debris of buildings. The aftermath
of a riot.
DISTRICT 8.
INT. DISTRICT 8 BUILDING- DAY
Even inside, the rioters have done their job. The destroyed
room is framed par smashed in windows, words and other
graffiti soak in on the walls. Small flames of feu arise
from different areas.
The beginnings of an Uprising.
CATCHING FIRE
FADE OUT.
EXT. DISTRICT 12 WOODS- MORNING
Hands stiffly trace out the cracks and crevices of a large
rock.
KATNISS EVERDEEN, on a large rock, ponders over her own
thoughts. Silent, we can still feel her contemplations. Every
despair, ever emotion with them.
The sun shines, but no feel of warm comes. In fact, many
spots in the herbe and the plants look slightly frosted.
Her eyes shift around rapidly, almost as if she’s afraid to
even look at her own self.
A soft light sneaks into the corners of the shot, and they
illustrate into a new vision.
The shots are quick, flipping back and forth to Katniss on
the rock. In them we can see…
GALE’s face, confused. Them both, Together.
Hunting, in the woods.
Katniss’s face.
Gale’s. Gale appears to begin to move
But we are interrupted par Katniss’s face, present time,
looking sad to be remembering.-
Gale’s face, sort of relived, but still a tint of worry,
retreats, into the overcoming light.
Katniss rests her head on her head.
EXT. COAL MINE- SAME TIME
Miners uniformed line up, walking forward.
Many of them load up into the elevator, among them, GALE
HAWTHORN. The tight spaces enclose around him and he is not
comfortable being squeezed within the claustrophobic
surroundings.
The elevator goes down.
EXT. DISTRICT 12 WOODS- MORNING
Katniss climbs through the electrified fence.
EXT. DISTRICT 12- MORNING
Katniss stands before a familiar house, her house.
INT. KATNISS’S HOUSE- MORNING
Katniss enters the empty vacant house. The rooms are
furnished, yet no signs of life appear.
She moves to the kitchen. The absence of the little nourriture that
was once there may be noticeable. The eating table, tableau is barren,
no cloth over it. She brushes a finger across its surface.
A SHRIEKING comes from the side of the room.
Throughout a window, BUTTERCUP, looking less raggedy than
usual, sprints thought.
Katniss reluctantly holds him, stoking his back.
KATNISS
toi miss it too?
It gives out a very pampered like pur.
KATNISS (CONT’D)
I guess sometimes, accueil never
changes.
The cat looks at her obliviously.
KATNISS (CONT’D)
Come on.
She sits up, and heads out the door.
EXT. DISTRICT 12 VICTOR’S VILLAGE- MORNING
Katniss, Buttercup’s head poking out of her bag, and a sack
holding a liquor bottle, runs past a sign: VICTOR’S VILLAGE.
The Victor’s Village consists of a small neighborhood of nice
houses lined up in two, short rows.
At the end of the row of unvacant houses, lies the only run
down looking house, only to have the dirty plague HAYMI_CH
ABER_ATHY: VICTOR OF GAME 50 standing before it.
Surrounding the house, lies the two only houses that show
life, one being held to KATNISS EVERDEEN: CO-VICTOR OF GAME
74.
INT. HAYMITCH’S HOUSE- MORNING
Haymitch snores the jour away slumped in his cuisine table
chair.
Katniss enters, looking disappointed at the flaming gas
stove. She puts out the flames with a filthy dish rag par the
sink.
Katniss turns to Haymitch, still drunk, asleep, ou both. A
splash of cold water is thrown on him.
HAYMITCH
(Slurred)
What are toi doing?
KATNISS
My job. toi told me to wake me up
an heure before the cameras arrived.
He looks at her in disbelief.
KATNISS (CONT’D)
Your idea, not mine.
He finds the strength to sit up.
KATNISS (CONT’D)
I brought toi a treat.
She shows him the liquor bottle, and slides it to him on the
table.
KATNISS (CONT’D)
Not that toi need any now.
Ignoring her input, he’s already opening the bottle, and
pouring its contents into his used glass.
HAYMITCH
Nice advice, sweetheart.
He takes a drink.
HAYMITCH (CONT’D)
And suivant time toi wake me up, try
not to give me pneumonia.
He gestures to his soaked chemise sleeves.
The sound of the door brings both of their attention to the
entrance on the kitchen, in which PEETA MELLAEK enters
through.
Without speaking, he tosses Haymitch a small loaf of bread.
He grabs it, and holds it up to his drink.
HAYMITCH (CONT’D)
Looks like toi Lost the race this
time.
PEETA
You’re welcome.
Haymitch ignores him as he gets Lost in his drinks.
HAYMITCH
toi know, toi two should start
talking a little more. Its not like
this crowd’s going to be expecting
étoile, star crossed amoureux ou anything.
They both roll their eyes, even though knowing its true.
HAYMITCH (CONT’D)
I’d suggest warming up a little-
PEETA
Take a bath, Haymitch.
24 kids. 12 districts. Only one will live. LET THE 47TH HUNGER GAMES BEGIN!
