Screenplay black swan
White Shooting Draft — November 3, 2009
Blue Revisions — November 20, 2009
Pink Revisions — November 30, 2009
Yellow Revisions — December 8, 2009
Green Revisions — January 5, 2010
Goldenrod Revisions — January 11, 2010
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INT. DARK STAGE — NIGHT
A SPOTLIGHT slices black space.
In its beam, a DANCER materializes. She is fair-skinned.
Beautiful and pure.
The maiden twirls on pointe, a smile on her face, light as
air and carefree.
She pauses, her face grows worried. Sensing someone watching.
Scared, she peers into the darkness.
She moves now, looking, growing more frantic.
Then, a SINISTER MAN emerges out of the darkness behind her.
She stumbles backwards, frightened.
She tries to escape, twirling away, but he pursues. His true
form is revealed, the demon ROTHBART.
He flings his open hand towards her, casting the spell.
She wants to scream, but nothing comes out. She looks at her
body, sensing something happening to her. Something
She spins, panicking, but it’s too late. She disappears
beneath the beast’s cape.
She emerges as the WHITE SWAN, the iconic protagonist of SWAN
CUT TO BLACK.
INT. NINA’S BEDROOM — MORNING
In the darkness, a pair of EYES. They belong to NINA, the
same dancer. She lies awake in bed, thinking about her dream.
The room looks like it hasn’t been redecorated since she was
a teenager. Stuffed animals. Dolls. Pink and frilly.
The door opens, throwing LIGHT on her face. Nina looks
towards the door and smiles softly at whoever opened it.
Nina sits up and hangs her BARE FEET off the side of the bed.
Like all ballerinas, she’s beautiful and her feet are
atrocious. Covered in corns, broken blisters and bunions. She
arches them, doing her first extensions of the day.
INT. LIVING ROOM — MORNING
The room is empty of furniture to leave space for dancing. A
large mirror covers the opposite wall entirely.
Nina rubs her knees to get them warm, and then begins her
morning exercises, extending and contracting her feet and
legs in precise and rhythmic motions.
The skin on her chest stretches tautly over her sternum.
Defined vertebrae run up her back, sinewy muscles contract as
she moves. Her slender neck leads into her hair, contained
in a ballerina’s bun.
Nina looks serene as she moves, completely in her element.
She hears someone fussing about in the kitchen.
I had the most amazing dream last
night. I was dancing the White
Different choreography, like the
Bolshoi’s. It was the prologue,
when Rothbart casts his spell.
Still no answer.
Nina continues to stretch.
INT. KITCHEN — MORNING
Nina sits at the table. An older woman, ERICA, places a
POACHED EGG and a QUARTER-GRAPEFRUIT in front of her.
You’re in a good mood.
I’m just excited to get back.
Off-season always makes you grumpy.
Look how pink. So pretty.