Junk

INT. THE SQUAT – DAY

The couple lie in a squalid bed made from pallets and an old mattress. Next to the bed is a makeshift table with the unclean paraphernalia of a junkie’s wasted night. Needles, burnt spoon, foil in a pile of broken cigarettes and discarded dreams.

JUNK tosses and turns. Restless. Fevered. Flashes of something terrible play across his face – a face twisted in pain and fear.
Besides JUNK is MARIA a dirty skinny mess of a woman, totally oblivious to JUNK’s discomfort she lies curled up in ball against the crumbling wall.
We gently PUSH IN to JUNK as the flashes of another restless night CUT IN brutally until we are TIGHT ON JUNK and then…

JUNK awakes sweat dripping exhausted from his nightmare. He looks around and realises just where he is and just who is he. JUNK checks his watch and shakes it. Broken! He throws it against the far wall and then kicks the table away making a noise that could wake God. MARIA does not react she is dead to the world.

JUNK rocks MARIA. Nothing. Is she dead? JUNK panics and rolls her over onto her back. Not breathing? He struggles to find a pulse on her skinny bones. Unsuccessful he places her ear over MARIA’s open mouth and listens.

BEAT.

She lets out a sigh and JUNK rolls MARIA back over onto her back relieved. He brushes the hair out of her face and heads to the bathroom stepping over the dusty relics of a once great Georgian house.

INT. THE SQUAT TOILET – CONTINUOUS

JUNK stands at the dirty broken mirror next to a dirty broken toilet. His reflection accuses him – daring him to turn away. He tries to clean a portion of the mirror with his palm but only ends up cutting himself.
He looks at his hand like he’s seen this all before. The blood drips in slow motion to the dirty floor, echoing loudly as it explodes on contact.
He spins around reacting to an unseen something darting behind him – something we do not see. For a moment he hesitates then leaves the bathroom to investigate.

INT. THE SQUAT (VARIOUS ROOMS) – CONTINUOUS

We follow JUNK as he desperately looks around for his apparition. In and out of various deserted rooms. Nothing.
He goes back to stand over the bed and stares at MARIA.

INT. THE SQUAT – CONTINUOUS

JUNK fixes his wound whilst looking at MARIA. At one time she would have been a great beauty with her long raven hair and petite breasts. MARIA slowly wakes up and turns to the bedside table but find’s it no longer there. Blearily she opens her eyes scans for the drug makings and sees them strewn across the floor.

MARIA
What the fuck did you do that for?

JUNK sits beside her, reaches out and hugs her which causes MARIA to flinch. He whispers something into her ear and despite her wiggling keeps her close. Whatever he is saying to her is important. MARIA finally manages to slides out of his embrace.

MARIA (CONT’D)
I don’t want to hear it! Enough

JUNK looks at her like he’s told her the most important thing she will ever hear.

MARIA (CONT’D)
I need a fix.

JUNK gets up and puts the makeshift table back together and starts to collect the drug making now strewn across the grimy floor. Lastly he picks up a half empty bag of heroin, rolling in back and forth between his fingers.

MARIA (CONT’D)
I said I need a fix.

JUNK stares at the door deep into it’s inky black void and the void stares back.

He picks up his coat, throws the bag of heroin at MARIA and leaves.

EXT. STREET OUTSIDE SQUAT – DAY

JUNK stands out in the dank grey day looking around him. Before him the city, vast and grey as the day lies before him. Rusty scaffolds hold up the ancient Georgian building behind him. Unseen from the squat MARIA screams abuse at JUNK, but the rain and his new resolve numbs the sound.

A GROUP OF KIDS pass by chatting and laughing amongst themselves. YOUNG GIRL, 13-14 years old stares at him as she passes. JUNK looks back like he’s seen a ghost. She continues to walk on – he transfixed until a flying apple hits him in the head.

…and then they are gone. The YOUNG GIRL takes one more look at the JUNK and she too turns the corner.

Pulling on his olive parker, JUNK allows the cold rain to fall on his face. He pulls himself together. He’s got work to do.

INT. SUPERMARKKET – DAY

JUNK walks around the supermarket looking like the walking dead, every bit uncomfortable with the very idea of shopping. Regular people walk past. Some giggle, some turn there nose up at him – all cringe at the smell.

JUNK checks himself – he too cringes.

He grabs a deodorant and sprays himself.

Continuing his picks seemingly random items off the shelves and throw them into the wire basket.

He turns into another aisle and JUNK becomes aware that he has a stalker. Well dressed. Shiny shoes. STORE DETECTIVE.

JUNK’s basket is full of weird items corkscrew, wire wool, fruit, tea towels, a pair of sun glasses etc.

THE STORE DETECTIVE is becoming a little obvious now. JUNK makes his way to the checkout is blocked by two burley security guards. YOUNG GUARD, kind stupid looking in his baggy suit and OLD GUARD grey retired cop beer belly wobbling towards JUNK.

OLD GUARD
We’ve had some complaints sir.

JUNK looks to the clock on the wall behind him and then to the OLD GUARD’s watch. Nice analogue silver thing.

YOUNG GUARD
Would you mind turning out your pockets?

JUNK’S stare indicates he does mind.

OLD GUARD
(Looking through JUNK’s basket)
Come on Sir, No Need to be difficult. Interesting shopping there. You’re intending to pay for this I assume?

JUNK ignores OLD GUARD and again looks at the clock. Then back to YOUNG GUARD. Instant dislike between the two is clear.

YOUNG GUARD
Watcha cooking?
OLD GUARD
You high sir?

JUNK looks around him and sees DOOR SECURITY blocking his escape at the main entrance. Behind him STORE DETECTIVE is radioing for back up.

OLD GUARD (CONT’D)
Why don’t we go to the office and talk about this in private?

YOUNG GUARD goes to grab JUNK’s arm, but misses. JUNK is fast.

OLD GUARD (CONT’D)
We have called the police sir. It would be better for all concerned if you came with us now.

JUNK is now shifting back and forth – twitching like a hare about to leap. This doesn’t help the situation from escalating as both OLD GUARD and YOUNG GUARD inch closer.

YOUNG GUARD brings out a can of mace. OLD GUARD touches his ready.

OLD GUARD (CONT’D)
(motioning to YOUNG GUARD)
No Need for that is there Sir? I’m sure we can all discuss this like reasonable adults.

The hand of the clock CLUNKS closer to midday. OLD GUARD reaches out, the other guards close in. YOUNG GUARD raises his can of mace.

The clock stops.

JUNK
Fuck this!

ALL IN SLO-MO.

JUNK grabs OLD GUARDs outstretched hand and pulls the old man off balance sending him into the path of YOUNG GUARDs Mace spray and blinding the old man. Door Security runs into the fray and sees YOUNG GUARDs shocked face being hit by JUNK’s shopping sending two white teeth cascading into the air. In a smooth follow-on JUNK brings the basket around and onto the floor sliding it like a bowling ball across the floor taking out the legs of Door Security.

JUNK turns to a gobsmacked STORE DETECTIVE still holding a radio and not saying anything.

BACK TO  NORMAL SPEED

JUNK calmly walks over to the STORE DETECTIVE and takes the radio out of his hands.

JUNK (CONT’D)
Why put the Milk at one end of the building and the bread at the other?
STORE DETECTIVE
What?!?!

The police come in the front door but JUNK has gone through the back door -it’s squeaky hinges only thing making a sound. Well that and the terrible muzak.

WE FOCUS ON the clock and see that it has in fact stopped.

EXT. THE WOODS – DAY

JUNK Stands in a clearing and pulls out a bunch of items from his pockets, back of his trousers all around his person. Clearly the basket wasn’t that important.
He lays the items out in front of him on a sheet and for a moment admires his handy work. On his arm three wrist watches. Two of them – YOUNG GUARD’s and OLD GUARD’s.
He skips through the channels of his radio and finds nothing but static.

WE HEAR a crack WE SEE bushes move.

JUNK grabs his haul and disappears into the forest.

Out of the moving bushes the YOUNG GIRL follow him whilst keeping a safe distance.

EXT. THE CLEARING – DAY

We are now at a brook several big old pipes feed a little pool. One old storm drain is empty and dry. JUNK takes off his top and washes his arm pits in the cold water always keeping an eye on the sky.

He sniffs himself and then his T-shirt. Disgusted at the smell of his shirt he throws it away. He pulls on a T-shirt from his booty bag, has a look around him then climbs into the dry storm drain disappearing into the darkness.

BEAT.

The YOUNG GIRL appears cautiously approaching the Storm Drain and hears muttering coming from the hole.

A YOUNG GUARDs digital watch is thrown out narrowly missing YOUNG GIRL.

A second shinier watch closely followed by another.

JUNK
(From storm drain)
Fuck.

YOUNG GIRL picks up the watches all of them dead. All of them battery powered.

YOUNG GIRL
(into storm drain)
Hello?
BEAT.
YOUNG GIRL
Hello?
JUNK
Fuck off!
YOUNG GIRL
What’s wrong with the Watches?
JUNK
Will you please just fuck off!
YOUNG GIRL
I can’t
JUNK
Yes you can. Put one foot in front of the other and just fuck off!
YOUNG GIRL
That’s my Hidy-hole.

JUNK climbs out of the pipe like an angry dark spider. The hours without heroin is taking it’s toll.

YOUNG GIRL (CONT’D)
You don’t look well.

JUNK towers over the little girl. She doesn’t flinch to his attempts to menace her.

YOUNG GIRL (CONT’D)
…and what?!?!?

JUNK grabs YOUNG GIRL kicking and screaming into the pipe. Deep into the darkness she is dragged trying to scream through the JUNK’s dirty fingers. They disappear into the darkness. We hear nothing save for the occasional protests of the girl. She manages to escape momentarily only to be pulled back into the tunnel – engulfed by it’s inky blackness.

Then all is quiet.

BEAT.

The air is sucked out of the scene. Everything becomes deadly quiet.

BEAT.

BOOM! A loud thunderclap. Trees sway. Wind rushes. An all encompassing fireball sweeps the brook turning everything to fire.

CUT TO BLACK:

EXT. THE CLEARING – DAY

It’s all just blacken stumps of desolation. Tress burned to carbon. Most smoldering – some still on fire. The brook is no more – all the water is gone and the ground has been sucked dry of moisture.
The YOUNG GIRL unsteadily climbs out of the storm drain rubbing her wrists. She surveys the carnage. Up on the brow of a hill stands the JUNK.

She joins him and the pair look out over the crest of the hill but we STAY ON them – the view as yet hidden from our view.

YOUNG GIRL
I thought you were a paeodo.

JUNK says nothing for a long while. Then…

YOUNG GIRL (CONT’D)
How did you know? You Psychic or something?

It’s a long while before JUNK speaks.

JUNK
Been having bad dreams lately. Thought it was the smack…but things started happening that I had seen before…and I knew today was the day. I saw you burn.

INSERT FLASHES of The YOUNG GIRL walking past the squat as before but this time her head is ablaze – Flesh burns away from blackened skull.

INSERT FLASH something burning YOUNG GIRL? walking behind him as in the opening scene. JUNK turns around just catches the vision

YOUNG GIRL
I didn’t burn. You saved me.

JUNK says nothing. He doesn’t even look at her. He just keeps staring at the vista.

YOUNG GIRL (CONT’D)
Why didn’t you tell anyone.

JUNK smiles to himself.

YOUNG GIRL (CONT’D)
Yeah. I understand.

They both stand there for a while.

YOUNG GIRL (CONT’D)
Anymore revelations? What are we supposed to do now.
JUNK
I’m not sure…but we’ve gotta get moving it’s not going to be safe for much longer.
YOUNG GIRL
I gotta find my mum.
JUNK
Me too.

The two walk off as we PULL OUT to REVEAL a devastated and destroyed city. Several craters smoke from the impact of white hot meteors. Through the pale atmosphere a new planet has arrived taking up half the horizon. Where there was silence we now HEAR SCREAMING, ALARMS, DOGS BARKING, and PANIC grow louder and LOUDER UNTIL IT BECOMES…

CUT TO BLACK.

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