[b:3crem8f6]1. Script pour le film. Premier jet.[/b:3crem8f6]

La toute première scène de Traumenschar, traduite en anglais pour l’adaptation cinématographique de Peter Jackson. Beaucoup de choses restaient à  revoir.

[b:3crem8f6]1. Sad meeting... [/b:3crem8f6]
The rain silently fell all around them.  
All joined together in this holy place, all under cover of a sorrow lately formed in their hearts, they remained motionless in front of the open hole dug there is little in the fresh and wet ground. The pit seemed to them with all disproportionately large and well too deep with respect to the small coffin which was balanced slowly above, because of the light breeze which swept the whole of the people present in the cemetery. 
The majority looked at their feet, without a word, in the meditation of the prayer which the priest had just finished. Others sanglotaient painfully, but without too much daring to break ambient silence. A girl, at the time of the ground setting of the coffin, threw herself to body lost in the arms of another, close to it, and which been able to repress long gémissements of sadness. The other woman cried, it also, without hiding. 
But the tears were not the prerogative of the women, and certain men present had the streaming face, and not only of rain.  Right in front of the tomb from now on full a young man, the hair hirsutes, the embués eyes of sorrow was held, which was held the hands joined to fix the cavity offered to him. A second man, capped of a tail of horse which fluttered, approached him and a hand posed to him on the shoulder. The first man broke down then with knees and burst in sobs under the filled up glances of compassion of the assistance. 
The priest excused himself and left the scene, leaving these men and these women to their mourning.  The man with the attached long hair hopelessly tried to comfort that which was now with knees tearing off large lumps of earth to full hands.  The group behind them did not say anything and observed the scene of an anxious eye. 
« Calms yourself, Fury... Please... » known as the man with the tail of horse. Another approached and helped called Fury to be thank you raised « Satana, it needs all possible help in this moment...  
-I know. » answered Satana, the vague eye. « This is why I am there. » Then, after one moment of hesitation: « And for [i:3crem8f6]her[/i:3crem8f6] also. » 
The man with the tail of horse agreed without a word and looked at the two men moving away, Fury always in tears. He turned to the assembly whose attention remained fixed on the coffin plunged in the ground which became little by little muddy. He disfigured them all, almost one by one, and deferred to him also his glance on limps where his/her friend rested.  He felt the tears to bead in his eyes, and preferred to close them.
[i:3crem8f6]Not, I cannot, I [u:3crem8f6]should[/u:3crem8f6] not start to crack now.  He will be high time after, if ever all it with what I thought of the hours lasting fails, then I could put to me to pour the totality of the tears of my body.  But not front. 
Not now.[/i:3crem8f6]
He inspired a great blow of fresh air of this end of bruineuse morning, and he felt his lungs to fill of healthy and wet air. He réfréna the desire for coughing vis-a-vis the absorption of the tiny water droplets in his breathing apparatus and succeeds in outlining a pretence to smile before saying of a voice which he hoped for calms and posed:  
« Well, I think that I will continue the preparations at the restaurant about which I spoke to you in my mall. You know all where it is located, about? »
Some shook the head, and the man with the tail of horse returned a weak smile to them.  Those which had answered would bring the others in desired times. He pushed a long sigh added of an always serene voice: « I hope to find you there at midday and half, but we will wait up to one hour to be sure until everyone is present. For my part, I go there. All per hour. »
It started its half turn, but a tearing cry stopped it in its movement. The girl of all with the hor who had not been able to prevent himself from crying in the bosom of his friend raised towards the man to the tail of horse an exasperated glance, almost heinous.  
« Why to inflict such a treatment, Magnum to us?  it howled. You invite us to the burial of a very expensive person in our eyes, then you make us mysteries by inviting us to speak in a restaurant after that? What that means?!! »
All turned to Mr.Magnum at the end of this tirade and this last did not find what to answer, on the blow. It thus remained to look at the girl without word saying, whereas this one had recovered to cry with heats tears, but by looking at it opposite.
« I... I do not think that it is the place to speak about it, K-Ro. I must announce some information to you, but not now.
-And why not now? she retorqued.  
-It is a place of meditation, and I do not feel courage to tackle the subject. » concluded here Mr.Magnum from an unusual severe air. It unfortunately often raised this serious face and concentrate since it had learned the terrible news.
« It is right, K-Ro... » gently murmured RazaëlAurélie by surrounding K-Ro of an arm. Another young man advanced in his turn and spoke of a mélodieuse and clear voice, a voice of leader of mass:
« That those which want to follow Magnum to the restaurant start from continuation.  For my part, I prefer to remain still a few times here.
-Very well, DragonNoir. » approved Mr.Magnum by making half-turn again and while moving of a light step towards its car. It concentrated in vain on its Renault Five which approached him, it saw the decoration being duplicated, then to tremble with each one of its steps, and felt finally a tear then two to roll on its cheeks. It retains a sob and still accelerated walk, when a voice to resound behind him.
« Magnum!!  Magnum!!!  François!!! »
Erwan caught up with it and was placed at its height, agreeing at its speed of step. It was hardly blown and looked it with enthusiasm. Mr.Magnum diverted one moment the head to wipe the eyes, then slows down rate. « That is there? 
-It is true this history of resurrection? » he asked while raising an interrogative eyebrow. Mr.Magnum stopped net its walk, and Erwan was taken with deprived and of remaking some steps with let us move back.
« Which spoke to you about that?  
-Draco, at the time of a conversation on MSN yesterday evening, before one leaves. I... oh! I was unaware of that it was a secrecy...
-Does not speak about it with the others for the moment, here all the. » tone was dry and breakable, and Erwan felt a ball to appear in its throat. It had never seen it as serious since the few years as it knew it.
« I keep silent myself, affirmed he. You will speak to them there about it?
-I will subject information to them which I found, and will see what they think. But I suppose that they will take to me for insane. And if ever that does not function, I think that I would disappear completely from the forum...  Forums... »
The glance lost in its disastrous thoughts, whereas Erwan attentively scanned the least changes of features of his face, they were made double by some groups of people who turned over to their vehicles. Time had been made ugly and it rained now with large drops. Gigantic black clouds ate the sky and threatened to make thunder the thunder soon. A gust of wind a little stronger than the others drew Mr.Magnum from its thoughts, and it looked at Erwan attentively.  
« Perhaps even would entirely disappear I... »
Without him to leave time to answer, it caught his friend by the shoulders and involved it with him, taking again its walk. A smile misdeal to its face tired an air of sad clown, and a moment, Erwan was taken of pity towards him.  Mr.Magnum of feeling it and it turned the head, always raising its smile which seemed to say [i:3crem8f6]All is well, why to be done some, all will occur as envisaged, t'en does not make my friend![/i:3crem8f6]  whereas its eyes betrayed a major distress and perhaps even...  
... of the fear. 
« But let us stop speaking about that now, protested Mr.Magnum joyeusement. And we return before the others to the restaur... Han!!
-You could pay attention a little where you steps! » K-Ro fixed Mr.Magnum of a bad eye by rubbing the hip, the obviously annoyed air of this brutal confrontation. Its dye was empourpré in spite of the cold which reigned and its eyelids were inflated by the tears that it had poured... She reniflait besides of time to other between two breathings.
« I am afflicted, K-Ro, I had not seen you and...
-Too occupied discussing to see the others, isn't this? » She of a scorning tone sent to him. A tear was formed already at the edge of its right eye, without same as it realizes there « Just like you must be too occupied trying to make you recognize with your ideas to think would be one moment with the sorrow that one feels? »
Erwan looked at K-Ro, then Mr.Magnum, without a word. Draco joined them, as RazaëlAurélie which was placed slightly in withdrawal behind K-Ro. This one did not démordait any and continued to cause Mr.Magnum of the glance.
"K-Ro... started he.
-Not, it is too easy to present excuses, just like to make us gleam the impossible one... She died, beautiful and quite dead, and it is useless to stuff us the head with ineptitudes like the fact of being able the ressusciter!! »
The completed tirade, Mr.Magnum threw a short glance with Erwan, which returned to him while raising the shoulders surreptitiously. Not, it was not him which had sold the wick, and Mr.Magnum suspected that the whole of the community was to suspect the true reason of their presence here. It preferred to abstain from any comment, and was satisfied to look at K-Ro of a resigned and solemn air.
This one seemed to irritate even more attitude of the man opposite it, and sent its small fist in the shoulder of Mr.Magnum, then made half-turn without adding a word. Mr.Magnum showed the blow without stumbling, then pushed a light sigh discreetly so that fury does not hear it.
« It is not me which... » began Erwan with nervousness. Mr.Magnum raised its hand and smiles nicely.
« I know, Erwan, I know... In any event, they all will know, and before long...
-And you really think, sincerely, that that can go? asked Draco which had been put at dimensioned of Mr.Magnum. You really think that you can give again the life to him?
-I hope for it of any heart, Draco... » He reached his car, of opened the doors and settled at the wheel, lost in his thoughts. Erwan and Draco took seat with the back, as on the way which had carried out them here, in this cemetery, and kept silence. At the end of a few minutes, Mr.Magnum engaged the engine, and passed the first while murmuring:
« ... I hope for it of any heart... »