DOWN A DARK PATH
A Work in Progress. First Draft Released as Written Every Wednesday.
INT. THE WAREHOUSE PARTY – LATER
TUBBS is Stoned.
Tommy looks at him with much amusement.
TUBBS looks back.
Across from the staring duo Gillan is chatting up MICHELLE a slightly prim young lady who doesn’t seem to be buying Gillan’s “Prince Manoeuvre”.
Most of the crew are there in this little annex away from the main party. A little chill out space filled with smoke.
Tommy looks back at Tubbs.
Tubbs is still stoned.
You were saying?
You mean I’ve got to repeat myself?
You weren’t saying anything.
You weren’t listening.
Tubbs you just stopped talking.
Tubbs looks at his friend like he’s pulling his leg.
Man I was talking to you. Your mind’s just not open enough.
Tommy considers this.
Can you tell now what I’m thinking?
Tubbs looks back and puts a finger up to his temple Professor X style and concentrates hard.
That’s disgusting. I will not touch you there.
I thought the tutu was a nice touch though. Pink suits you.
Gillan hands over a joint to Tubbs.
What the fuck you two talking about?
Things your fragile little mind couldn’t handle Gillan.
Gillan dives on Tubbs and the two tussle. Tubbs expertly keeping the joint aloft in one hand. Tommy reaches for it and plucks it from Tubbs outstretched fingers.
Tommy takes a big drag and passes it down the line to the girl sitting next to
Gillan pokes his head out from the wrestling match he is now involved in with Tubbs.
You know what time it is?
Is it dinner time?
Gillan untangles himself.
Is it bedtime?
Gillan stands up and looks around like a preacher.
Is it hammer time?
Gillan moves to looks deep into Honors eye.
It’s hammer time.
With that the whole crew sing “You can’t touch this” with Gillan doing the hammer time dance whilst dishing out pills in time to the music.
He goes around the whole crew dancing and singing and ends up front of Tommy.
He holds out an imaginary microphone to Tommy.
Do you have anything to say to the boys and girls out there in Babylon?
Tommy takes the imaginary microphone.
I just want to thank my manager the academy, ms Worthington for those low cut jumpers in French class who said (in mock French) I really don’t know what the fuss is they’re just breasts.
But most of all I’ll like to thank God.
There is silence for a moment and Gillan snatches the mic back.
Unfortunately God couldn’t be here tonight but he recorded a message.
Gillan points the mic to Tubbs.
Hi. Tommy. I’m currently in Venezuela filming revenge of apes with Tom Cruise. It’s a fantastic new film with a lot of Tom Cruise running. Great Guy Tom. Great Guy. Anyway congratulations on growing a pair and coming out.
And here’s your reward.
He takes out a pill and hands it to Tommy who sticks his tongue out as if in communion.
Gillan obliges also handing his friend a water bottle.
Bless you my son. Bless you all.
Then breaks out into another round of Hammer time and nearly knocks into The Suit.
The Suit just stares at Gillan and then the crew.
Man. What the fuck!
The suit looks around the crew, then back to Gillan.
Geezer. What the actual fuck!
Can I talk to you?
I need to talk with you. You seem like a friendly sort of guy.
You a cop?
I look like a cop?
Gillan – Duh!
I’m looking for a girl.
The crew get up but this doesn’t seem to faze The Suit.
Listen. I’m looking for a runaway. I’m not bringing her in. I just want to know that she’s ok. The parents haven’t heard from her in while.
Gillan looks the man up and down. Sure looks like a cop.
You got a picture?
The suit is way ahead of him. He hands Gillan a photocopied missing poster.
Gillan looks at the poster then passes it back.
You sure pick your timing.
She’s a 15 year old girl. Been missing a while. Come on. If you see anything or hear anything the number’s on the sheet.
The buzz has definitely been brought down. Tommy looks at the poster and then to the suit.
The Suit seems to be directly talking with Tommy now. His eyes burning Tommy.
THE SUIT (CONT’D)
She’s fifteen man. Fifteen.
The suit continues to speak with Gillan.
THE SUIT (CONT’D)
Parents are going crazy. They just want to know that she’s ok. That’s all. Anyway the number’s on the poster.
The suit takes one last look around and disappears into the crowd.
Everyone looks at each other.
Tommy stares at the disappearing Suit.
Gillan turns but Tommy has disappeared.
INT. THE WAREHOUSE PARTY – CONTINUOUS
Tommy marches off through the party desperate looking for a way out.
Happy revellers block his escape and he tries to push on but more and more the crowd pushes back.
People seems to be staring right into Tommy as he starts to panic.
He tries to calm himself but his anger and shock are having none of it.
The faces distort and the claustrophobia gets worse and as the world closes in Tommy’s freak out becomes worse.
The world spins and Tommy spins and he finds it hard to breath and it all becomes too much as the crowd closes in with Tommy sinking hands clawing at him, pushing him down to the floor.
No. Not down. Up. Helping him up and out into the yard he stares up past the people helping up and to the outside, to the clear black sky.
The air hits him like a wall of relief as the crowd clears.
A bearded HIPPY looks deep into Tommy’s face checking him as a medic would.
Hey. You’re free of the crowd now. You’re out man…Breath fella… What’s your name?
Hey Tommy. How you feeling?
Tommy keeps looking at the stars.
Tommy. How you doing?
You had a little freak out there. You tripping?
Tommy waits a long time before answering, just to be sure.
The Hippy laughs and hands Tommy some water.
Tommy does so and takes a sip. The hippy doesn’t look away and Tommy realises the dude is holding his hand. No not his hand, wrist.
I’m a nurse.
Tommy doesn’t question it.
You want to talk about it?
Tommy considers it for a moment then shakes his head.
Gillan bowls up hot and flustered bringing a frenetic energy to the scene that sits uncomfortable with the Hippy and Tommy.
Dude, you ok?
The hippy tries to calm Gillan down.
He’s fine just needed some air.
Something in the Hippy’s voice tells Gillan to slow down.
Gillan takes Tommy head and places his forehead against Tommy’s.
Had me worried there brother.
The hippy releases Tommy’s wrist and stands up.
Tommy hands the water back to the Hippy but he shakes his head.
Nah. You keep it. You ok?
Yeah. Thanks man.
No worries. Enjoy the party.
And with that the Hippy leaves the two friends alone.
For a long while nothing is said, Gillan just staring at his friend.
He then decides to sit next to Tommy and together they stare at the night sky.
Gillan’s a good friend.
The two have been friends long enough that sometimes words aren’t needed.
But Gillan is a fixer…
What do you want to do? You wanna bail?
Tommy thinks long and hard. Then shakes his head.
Why don’t you call her?
Tommy looks at his friend – you know why.
Ah yeah. She doesn’t have a phone.
Now we know why.
Man. Maybe the suit is full of shit.
It’s her. I know every line of her face.
Maybe it’s bullshit about her age? To get people to call the number? I mean there’s more chance people will cooperate if she’s a minor right?
Tommy looks disgusted.
You want to go see her?
I just want to sit here a while.
It’s a while before Gillan looks to his watch. Without looking, Tommy feels his friend’s concern.
It’s been playing on his mind a little too.
How long we got?
I recon about another half an hour tops. Then we’re going to be off our heads.
Gillan looks at his friend briefly before going back back to looking at the stars.
Ah well, it’s not all bad.
Tommy – what?
You could be Drunk too.
Thanks man you’re really helping.
I mean it.
You want to see something cool?
Tommy looks forlorn.
Come on. I’m not having my best friend twist himself into a bad trip. I am going to sort your fucking head out.
I lost my job, I’m being kicked out my flat, I’ve just found out that the girl I’ve been seeing the last six months is underage and on top of all that in approximately half an hour I’m going to be peaking like a madman.
Gillan please will you just fuck off.
I was happy not to come out tonight.
You weren’t happy. Get up.
Jesus you fucking pikey will you leave me the fuck alone!
No you fucktard! Stand up. That’s all I am asking. Sitting here is going to do nothing but mess with your head and as much as I love you, you are not going to do this. Now…Stand the fuck up!
Tommy sees Gillan’s not taking no for an answer and he’s known Gillan long enough to know that arguing or refusing is pointless.
Tommy gets up like a petulant child.
Ok. I’m up.
Now come with me.
EXT. THE WAREHOUSE PARTY – CONTINUOUS.
Gillan leads Tommy around the party constantly looking back to his friend, making sure he’s still following.
Tommy’s in his own head somewhat but he makes sure to keep up with Gillan, occasionally half skipping to keep up when he falls behind.
No long they arrive at a pile of rubble and Gillan holds his arms out in triumphant jubilation.
Tommy isn’t impressed.
Just you wait. You will be.
Gillan takes turns looking to his friend and to his right to an old neon sign that reads “No-Vacancy”.
Gillan fakes a sad face like the maniacal clown he is.
The Neon sign flickers dropping the “No” so the sign now reads “Vacancy” and Gillan face lights up in the same clownish fashion.
He bends down and now we see a hole in the rubble a large water pipe jutting out of the pile dark and gaping, wide enough for a human to crawl through.
Without much ado Gillan bends down and heads into the tunnel.
Tommy watches his friend disappear and for a moment does nothing.
It is now that Tommy notices a sign in the shape of an arrow pointing to the hole.
On the top of the arrow is a tall purple top hat with a peacock feather in it.
On the sign a question mark.
Tommy looks around and then disappears into the hole.