EXT. VANILLA PLANTATION - PAPUA - DAWN
Complete silence. Faint rustle of vanilla vines moving with the breeze. Establishing a greenish beautiful vanilla farm.
A focus on a single vanilla orchid, unopened. It falls down under the weight of the morning dew.
A hand appears. Firm and strong.
JOSH (29), tall, sharp in posture. His elegant shirt sleeves rolls. His charm portrays a strong lone wolf. He is alone, his face lit only by a headlamp, eyes visibly tired but focused.
He gently lifts the orchid and inspects it.
Josh hand-pollinates the flower. It tells that the process requires effort, carefulness, and responsibility.
RICO (22) arrives, in a simple T-shirt and a 3/4 pants, holding two cups of coffee. He's got the chill vibes.
Rico
Josh
Rico shakes his head and gives a smile at his hardworking brother.
Rico
Josh
He notices something. Josh is hand-pollinating multiple flowers simultaneously, a surgeon-like movement. Josh's hands move quickly but accurately.
Rico watches with a mix of awe and amusement.
Rico
JOSH
Rico
Josh stares at the orchid on his hands, not distracted by what Rico said.
Wind howls.
Josh shakes his head lightly.
JOSH
Josh finished pollinating the flower and steps back.
The vine row lights with the first touch of sunlight. The soft gold lights over the whole plantation.
Rico
Rico hands Josh the coffee and both watches Josh's masterpiece.
The sunrise reflects in Josh's eyes.
Rico (V.O.)
Josh doesn't answer. He is in still zone- the sunrise in his eyes.
Josh
(low voice, almost whisper)
Fast flickers of memories: the kiss with Luna, the emotional break, the healing sunrise in the final scene.
Josh walks through the rows. He moves in further and further until the vines engulf him. This man disappears into responsibility.
TITLE : THE TASTE OF VANILLA
A phone vibrates in Josh's pocket. He ignores it. Another vibrate, then another.
He glances at it. Messages from his father: "Come here now!".
He pockets his phone.
Rico
(to Josh)
Rico leaves the premises.
Josh goes to the house. He doesn't complain.
INT. JOSH'S HOUSE - PAPUA - MORNING
Establishing an elegant, exclusive, large house. Everything too neat and controlled.
JOSH'S FATHER, MR. PRAMA (60s), wearing a similar formal shirt as Josh, hair almost all grey, a silver watch on his wrist, a professional, sits at the luxurious living room table.
Coffee untouched.
Josh enters, already tensed.
Mr. Prama
Josh
Mr. Prama
Josh
Mr. Prama
Josh
Mr. Prama
Josh pauses. Breath tightens.
Josh
Silence. Josh swallows.
Mr. Prama
Josh
The flowers bloomed.
Josh
Mr. Prama
Josh
His father leans back slowly.
Mr. Prama
Josh nods. He knows this already.
Mr. Prama
Josh forces the words out.
Josh
Mr. Prama
Josh breath tightens.
Mr. Prama
Josh
Josh's father interrupts.
Mr. Prama
Josh's father said it with firm
Mr. Prama
Josh
Too fast. Too sharp. Now, they lock eyes.
His father looks at him and Josh looks at him.
Mr. Prama
Josh just nods. He knows he had failed.