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The Last Knight is a short film script that follows a rugged man who explores an abandoned Victorian house filled with memories. As he sets up a film camera and reflects on his past, he interacts with various objects that evoke emotional responses, particularly a child's shoe and a photograph of a woman and child. The script concludes with the man leaving the chair empty as the camera continues to record, capturing the lingering memories in the house.

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The Last Knight is a short film script that follows a rugged man who explores an abandoned Victorian house filled with memories. As he sets up a film camera and reflects on his past, he interacts with various objects that evoke emotional responses, particularly a child's shoe and a photograph of a woman and child. The script concludes with the man leaving the chair empty as the camera continues to record, capturing the lingering memories in the house.

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Name:- The Last Knight

Written by: Viraj Shukla

FADE IN:

EXT. ABANDONED HOUSE – SUNSET

A dilapidated Victorian house stands isolated, its paint


peeled and roof caved in spots. Overgrown grass chokes the
path to the porch.

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS

SHAFTS OF DUSTY LIGHT pierce through cracked windowpanes.


Mismatched furniture, long forgotten. A moth flutters near a
cobwebbed chandelier.

A MAN (40s), rugged and quiet, enters. His face weathered,


eyes hollow. He carries a FILM CAMERA in one hand, a SMALL
TRIPOD in the other.

He stops.

Looks around.

Takes a deep breath — a mix of memory and dust.

He kneels, gently places the camera on the floor. Sets up the


tripod.

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE – VARIOUS ROOMS – SERIES OF SHOTS

— The Man moves through the house methodically.

— He wipes grime from a mirror, revealing his reflection. He


stares. Lingers. Walks on.

— In the KITCHEN, he pauses at an old mug on a table. Picks


it up. Smiles faintly. Sets it back exactly where it was.

— In the BEDROOM, he opens a drawer. Pulls out a CHILD’S


SHOE. He sits on the bed. Clutches it. His shoulders tremble
— not quite crying.

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – NIGHT


2.

Darkness now, except for a single oil lamp glowing beside the
camera.

The Man sits in a wooden chair, facing the lens.

He hits RECORD.

A soft red light blinks.

He breathes in, deeply. Looks directly at the camera. Holds


eye contact.

Slowly, he raises a photograph — a WOMAN and CHILD — both


smiling. He places it gently next to the lamp.

The house creaks.

He closes his eyes.

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – LATER

The camera remains recording.

The chair is empty.

Lamp flickering.

A breeze rustles through the broken window.

The photograph remains.

FADE TO BLACK.

THE END

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