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Probably won't come across in this short opening, but what I'm aiming for is a contrast of comedic foolishness (Steve's little gang) and a terrifying descent into madness (Steve and Donna). I want to depict the sorry world of small-time criminals without glamourising the lifestyle. But neither do I want to be holier-than-thou and preach against the evils of substance abuse. It is simply a backdrop to the main story. The major events in this story are all based on real incidents. The locations and people in this piece are real too - just the names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. Have a read and let me know what you think. PNC x PS: I apologise to those who don't like swearing - I have tried not to be gratuitous.. INT. BATHROOM. LATE NIGHT. PRESENT DAY. DONNA sits in a bath full of water. She is leaning forward, her elbows resting on her thighs, her face in her hands. She raises her head a little so that her eyes are uncovered. Her mascara has run. She stares hollowly at the middle distance. DONNA (VOICEOVER): You’re on a train, my dad used to say. Meaning, you’ve started down a track that only goes one way and only stops at one destination. [pause] After ten years waiting on the platform, I finally boarded the midnight express. [pause] I think this is my stop. There is pounding at the front door. DONNA’s only reaction to the noise is a small frown. She closes her eyes... FADE TO BLACK. The banging continues throughout fade. INT. THE CHAPEL - NIGHTCLUB. MORNING. 10 YEARS EARLIER. Banging continues but now there is glass breaking, things being broken. A small group of masked men armed with baseball bats are smashing the bar up. A much younger DONNA comes flying out from a back office. The nearest thug takes a swing and catches her in the stomach. She falls to the ground. The man stands over her. MAN: Tell him, the next time he pulls a stunt like that, we’ll torch the fucking place. He rounds up the rest of the gang and they leave. DONNA is left lying on the ground, clutching her stomach. INT. DONNA & STEVE’s HOUSE - KITCHEN. PRESENT DAY. 30 DAYS AGO – EVENING. DONNA and her fourteen year old nephew, LUKE, are sitting at the table eating and talking about this and that. DONNA (VOICEOVER): Apparently, the Lord giveth and he taketh away. But not necessarily in that order. I lost the baby but within the year my sister had managed to drink herself to death. And we got Luke, her boy. My lucky star. Sound of the front door, STEVE walks in. DONNA (VOICEOVER): Choices and consequences go hand in hand. Like me and Steve. He was my choice. STEVE: Why aren’t you down the club? DONNA: It’s only eight o’clock. They’ll manage for a while. DONNA stands and starts to clear dishes. LUKE gets up from the table. He smiles at STEVE, who in turn tousles his hair as he leaves the room. STEVE: [to LUKE] good lad. [to DONNA] You alright? DONNA: Yeah. You want to eat? STEVE: Nah, I’ve got to go out again. Business. DONNA (VOICEOVER): And there it is. [beat] The consequence. DONNA nods sadly and continues tidying up. INT. DONNA & STEVE’S HOUSE - BEDROOM. DONNA is getting dressed for work. STEVE is sitting on the floor in front of the wardrobe. There is a safe in the wardrobe. The door is open. He pulls out a stack of cash, bags of pills and a couple of bags of cocaine. STEVE puts the items in a bag, shuts the safe and gets up. He kisses DONNA and leaves. STEVE: See you later. DONNA goes to the wardrobe to shut the door. She pauses for a minute, looking at the safe. She closes the wardrobe door. DONNA (VOICEOVER): Like I said, I made my choices and I live with the consequences. INT. THE CHAPEL - BACK ROOM. 28 DAYS AGO – DAY. DONNA (VOICEOVER): Still, I got what I wanted. After the Meehans trashed the place, Steve signed The Chapel over to me as his way of saying sorry. ‘Course, I’m not stupid. If the club’s not his, it can’t be used as a threat again. STEVE and his cronies are sitting in the office, drinking, smoking. There are half a dozen sealed bricks of coke on the desk. One of the men is on a mobile phone. He finishes the call, snaps the phone shut and throws it on the table. DECKER: Well, that’s fucked that up the Khyber. STEVE: Problem? DECKER: The bill have put the wind up Lenny. He’s gone to his mum’s. MILKY: Ah, man. What we gonna do? STEVE: Get another runner. JEZ: Easier said than done, bro. We’re sticky. Need a new face. Someone who can go in under the radar. The door opens. STEVE quickly slides the coke into the desk drawer. BOBBY sticks his head round door. STEVE: Fuck it, Bobby. What did I say about knocking first? You moron. BOBBY: Sorry, Steve. But Luke’s stopped off on his way home. STEVE: Okay, I’ll be out in a minute. The door shuts. The guys are looking at STEVE. STEVE: What? The guys stare at him expectantly. The penny drops. STEVE: Oh, no, no, no. Fuck that. Donna’ll do her nut. The guys start laughing. STEVE: Get serious. House rules – Luke’s off limits. JEZ: Oh, come on. It’ll just be this one time. Pavel’s expecting a delivery tomorrow morning. He’s happy, we’re all happy. Donna doesn’t even need to know. MILKY: [sniggering] Yeah, you under the thumb or what? The room goes quiet for a long minute. STEVE suddenly jumps up and smacks MILKY across the face. MILKY crashes to the floor. STEVE slams out of the office. JEZ stands and looks down at MILKY. JEZ: You fuckwit. INT. DONNA & STEVE’S HOUSE - HALLWAY. 27 DAYS AGO – MIDDAY. DONNA is sitting on the stairs, talking on the phone. DONNA: And it takes you all morning to call me? He left the house at eight. [listens] Well, of course, I don’t know where he is. He’s supposed to be at school. The doorbell rings. DONNA ends the call and gets up to open the door. DONNA: [as she opens the door] You’d better have a bloody good reason- There is a detective and two uniform officers on the doorstep. The detective starts to speak. DONNA (VOICEOVER): The Lord giveth and he taketh away. DONNA staggers back, hand flying to her mouth. The two uniform officers step forward and catch her. They move her back into the hallway. The detective steps in and closes the door behind him. INT. THE CHAPEL - BACK ROOM. 26 DAYS AGO – DAY. STEVE and the guys are sitting in the office. No one speaks for a while. BOBBY: What we gonna do, Steve? STEVE: Nothing. DECKER: What about Donna? What you gonna tell her? STEVE: Again, nothing. As far as she’s concerned, it was a street robbery. Gone a bit wrong. DECKER: That’s a bit harsh. She deserves to know the truth. STEVE: The truth isn’t going to bring him back. DECKER: Yeah, but- STEVE: [bangs his hand on the desk] Are you fucking mad? Donna finds out Luke was running for me, it’ll kill her. MILKY: [who is sporting a black eye] If she doesn’t kill you first. Everyone stares at MILKY. JEZ shakes his head. STEVE: Get him out of here. Jez, a word. They wait for the others to leave. STEVE rubs his chin, he looks suddenly grey and tired. He pulls a mirror and a wrap of coke from his drawer, starts chopping. JEZ: So, any news on who did it? STEVE takes a snort, shakes his head. STEVE: Not yet. But no one nicks five grand’s worth of coke from me and expects to get away with it. JEZ: I meant Luke. STEVE: What? Uh, yeah, that too. STEVE pushes the mirror across the desk towards JEZ. JEZ declines. JEZ: What about Pavel? STEVE: Not impressed. Whoever jumped Luke has made us look like right muppets. JEZ: I don’t know why you want to get involved with the Poles. They all chuffing mental. STEVE: ‘Cos he’s new in town and we’ve got to get in there before anyone else does. JEZ: I thought we were doing alright. STEVE: Alright doesn’t cut it anymore, Jez. JEZ: I don’t know, Steve. Just doesn’t seem right. STEVE: Look, leave Pavel to me. You find my coke.
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