BURN – Part 5

INT. THE COTTAGE – KITCHEN – NIGHT

Lilith re-enters the kitchen and sees the girl passed out on the table. Her bandaged arm pokes out of the blanket that now covers her. Lilith goes over to the girl and pushes the tangled hair out of the young girls face, a moment of tenderness that surprises even herself.

In the kitchen Mickey is stripped to the waist struggling to sew up a stab wound near his waist. He is covered in fresh bruises and old scars are intercut with new cuts.

Mickey has got blood all over the kitchen run – on tea towels, the draining board, dishes and himself.

LILITH
Bloody hell Mickey, look at this mess. I just cleaned this…and on my dishes too…

Lilith takes the dishes and starts rinsing them off.

MICKEY
Sorry Lil. Why do you wash up when you’ve got a dish washer?

LILITH
You still like going for walks?

Lilith cleans the sink area of blood and puts the dishes back on the drainer.

MICKEY
Yeah.

LILITH
You still drive?

MICKEY
Yeah?

LILITH
Come here, you’re doing that all wrong.

Lilith slaps Mickey’s hands out of the way of his poor sewing attempt and finishes off the job, making sure each knot tied hurts a little. She then bends down and gently bites the remain unused thread, her lips barely touching Mickeys bare skin making both feel a little uncomfortable.

MICKEY
Thanks
LILITH
(pulling the thread from her mouth)
You’re welcome.

Lilith Regards Mickey with sly suspicion.

LILITH (CONT’D)
Now who the fuck is she and what the fuck do you do?
MICKEY
Better you don’t know. Just in case.
LILITH
What do you mean just in case?
MICKEY
Bad choice of words.
LILITH
You chose them. What am I now involved in?
MICKEY
You’re not involved.
LILITH
With a teenage mute bleeding out on my kitchen table and you here I beg to differ.
MICKEY
As soon as she wakes we’ll be gone.
LILITH
Where?
MICKEY
I’m working on it. You’re garden looks good. You got a shovel?
LILITH
Don’t change the subject.

Mickey moves off and starts to look around the house.

LILITH (CONT’D)
Hey! Don’t you move buster!
MICKEY
Shovel?
LILITH
Feet! FEET!

Mickey looks down and sees that he’s standing in a pool of blood.

LILITH (CONT’D)
Mop’s in the cupboard behind you. Why do you need a shovel?

Mickey grabs the mop and messes around in the cupboard as best he can, but he’s in pain. Lilith, meanwhile, has filled a bucket with hot water and presents it to him.

LILITH (CONT’D)
You’ve evading Michael.
MICKEY
I’m mopping.

He starts to mop.

LILITH
Mop and talk.

Mickey starts mopping but his co-ordination is too way off to be effective. Lilith grabs the mop and takes over.

LILITH (CONT’D)
Men. Sit down.

Mickey sits on the nearest available chair trying to not to grin.

LILITH (CONT’D)
Feet up.

He does so and Lilith slides the mop under his feet then mops the underside of his feet. He goes to put them down but she scolds him into keeping them up.

LILITH (CONT’D)
Don’t say a word!

She then lays a towel beneath Mickeys feet and proceeds to dry them. Here is a moment where we see something of the tenderness the two once had.

MICKEY
I missed you.

All done.

Lilith looks up at Mickey and takes a deep breath.

LILITH
I didn’t miss you…or this. I have been quite happy out here just me and the cats.

He doesn’t say a thing. Just looks at her with those lilting Irish eyes. The ice thaws a little.

LILITH (CONT’D)
How’s wife number 2?
MICKEY
She’s not my wife.
LILITH
Still a bitch?
MICKEY
Still a bitch.
LILITH
What happened? Wait I don’t want to know.

MICKEY
Where’s the shovel?
LILITH
In the shed…you’re still evading.
Mickey gets up.
MICKEY
Yeah I am.

Mickey leaves the kitchen via the back door…

EXT. THE COTTAGE – GARDEN – CONTINUOUS
…and into the garden with an angry Lilith in tow.

MICKEY
Two nights ago I was told to go down to the docks and wait for this polack cruiser to turn up.

Mickey dives into the shed as Lilith waits outside.

MICKEY (CONT’D)
I’m supposed to pick up a package for the boss and bring it back. I can’t find it.
LILITH
At the back next to the scythe.
MICKEY
Who owns a scythe? You know I could get you a strimmer…oh you’ve got one.
LILITH
Focus.
MICKEY
Right. So we wait. Me and a couple of the boys. Eventually the boat turns up…I can’t find it.
LILITH
Back left.
MICKEY
No it’s not.
LILITH
Yes it is.
MICKEY
And I’m telling you it’s not here.
LILITH
Out of the way.

Lilith pushes past Mickey into the shed and immediately locates the shovel. and hands it to Mickey.

LILITH
Right in front of your face.

Mickey heads off and wanders around the garden.

MICKEY
Now where did I put it?
LILITH
Motherfucker! Did you bury something in my garden?
MICKEY
Obviously.
LILITH
When?
MICKEY
When we were married.
LILITH
What did you bury?
MICKEY
Lil you want to hear the rest of this story or not?
LILITH
Go ahead, Michael.

Mickey locates a small cherry tree and starts counting steps eastward.

MICKEY
So…The ship turns up. No-one on board save a catatonic engineer and a drunk captain.

Mickey finds a spot and looks to his west and seems confused. He goes back to the cherry tree and counts again.

LILITH
No-one else?
MICKEY
That’s right. No-one else. So me and the boys go down into the hold and we find a large crate.
LILITH
Drugs? Guns?
MICKEY
You’ld think so. Right? but no. It’s a fucking big arsed zoo crate. You know? little peep holes? Smell of straw and shit? Only it’s dark as hell in there and we can’t see a thing ‘cept two big yellow eyes staring straight back at us from the gloom.

Mickey has now paced back to where he started and he’s more puzzled now than ever.

MICKEY (CONT’D)
Wasn’t there a willow tree there?
LILITH
Nope.
MICKEY
Yeah…I swear. Willow tree to the left.
LILITH
No never.

Mickey walks around in circles.

MICKEY
You fucking with me? Cherry tree here. Willow tree there?
LILITH
Story?

Mickey walks around the cottage and sees the willow tree.

MICKEY
You moved the tree?
LILITH
I moved the cherry tree. Story?

Mickey starts counting from the willow tree and sticks his spade into the ground when he stops. He then tries to remember where the Cherry tree was.

MICKEY
This place always fucks with my sense of direction. So I figure as Petrov has this thing for wild animals this must be what it is. Right?

Mickey stands where he thinks the cherry tree was.

MICKEY (CONT’D)
Right?
LILITH
Nope.

Lilith points to a spot right next to her feet. Mickey steps up real close and count a few steps. He looks around and makes one step to the left a then digs in with his heal, marking his spot.

LILITH (CONT’D)
Do you mind?
Mickey plunges the spade into the ground and starts removing the turf.
LILITH (CONT’D)
Not my lawn! Do you know how long it’s taken me to get this looking the way it does?
MICKEY
It’s just grass.
LILITH
It’s not just grass. It’s a fine selection of grasses and meadow flowers.
MICKEY
I’ll be gentle.
LILITH
Heard that before.

With the turf removed and placed to one side, there is now a patch of exposed earth in which Mickey starts to dig. He’s about to just dump the dirt next to the hole when he looks to Lilith.

LILITH (CONT’D)
Go on. Just do it quickly.
MICKEY
I’ve heard that before.

Lilith clicks on a torch she’s been hiding and throws the light on the hole illuminating the excavation.

MICKEY (CONT’D)
So we put the box in the back of the truck and then we hear this weird howling noise. Like a sick baby.
LILITH
What was it?
MICKEY
Didn’t really want to know at this point…middle of the docks…creeped me out so I ignored and we drive back to the warehouse and the boss is there, waiting.

The hole is gets deeper.

MICKEY (CONT’D)
There we open the crate. Then we get a nose-full of the smell. Fucking awful. Smell of death. This big fucking wolf steps out. Black as night and angry as fuck. Strolls out like it owns the place. Tommo freaks out and shoots the thing…must have just winged it ’cause all it did was piss the fucker off.

The spade hits wood.

LILITH
Then what happens?
MICKEY
The boss goes to calm it down but it ain’t having none of it. Petrov then orders everyone to lower their guns. Tommo at this point is nearly pissing himself and he ain’t a small boy. This wolf is fixated on him. Petrov asks for Tommos gun. Tommo refuses.

Mickey pushes the dirt aside and WE SEE the top of a wooden box.

MICKEY (CONT’D)
So Petrov shoots him in the face. Dead. Just like that. Well not quite. The poor fuck is still twitching and gurgling. Then he whistles for the wolf and it comes on over and chews on Tommo likes he’s a bowl of Pal meaty bites. Our boss stroking the thing like it was a fucking poodle.

He stops.

LILITH
That’s fucking horrible.
MICKEY
Yeah. but…there was something else in that crate…A pile of half eaten corpses…Girls…little fucking girls. Ripped apart and chewed. All of them chained up…fresh meat for the trip over.
LILITH
Fucking hell.

He just stares at the box.

MICKEY
And everyone seemed ok with it. The whole crew. People I’ve known all my life…acting like it was nothing…like it was an everyday thing…Pete the Brick even laughed.

Mickey drops the spade and to his  knees he starts to pull on the box.

MICKEY (CONT’D)
So I shot him…and I shot the Petrov..and I kept shooting ’til I ran out of bullets…

Mickey stops pulling at the box.

MICKEY (CONT’D)
I’ve done some pretty fucked up things in my life. Always thought that I had some kind of code. Kidded myself that there was a line. I shipped bad things to bad men. Figured that anyone I hurt…didn’t matter ’cause we’re all bad men…We’re all going to burn sometime…but what I saw…

Mickey breaks down and Lilith holds him close.

MICKEY (CONT’D)
I killed them all. All of them. They were my friends and I…I was friends with monsters…what I did…
LILITH
It’s not your fault. You didn’t put those girls in that crate.
MICKEY
Didn’t I? You were right I should never had gone back.
LILITH
I should’ve stopped you.
MICKEY
She was in the box. The Girl…under the corpses…oh Jesus…they cut out her tongue…fuck me I’m so sorry. I am so fucking sorry.

FADE TO BLACK.

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