DOWN A DARK PATH
A Work in Progress. First Draft Released as Written Every Wednesday.
INT. MAY’S APARTMENT – MORNING
The room is dark save for a long shaft of light that bisects the bed.
We see May enter the room almost fully dressed, wet hair makeup free. She considers Tommy asleep in that large soft bed long and hard. Difficult for us to read her face.
She stands over him watching him holding a cup of coffee warming her hands around it.
Tommy twitches and rolls over.
She hesitates to awaken him.
She looks at the bedside clock – He can’t stay here.
She places the coffee down by the clock and continues to stand for a moment before…
Tommy isn’t fully asleep.
He reluctantly opens one eye which itself takes far too long to adjust to what little light there is.
May stand close to the bed but not close enough for him to touch her.
With his other eye now open he feels the distance.
What time is it?
Late. I got work.
You go I’ll crash here.
May stares at him. Tommy knows that look. He can’t stay.
Well thanks for the invite.
May gets up and grabs his clothes and throws them on the bed.
I’m sorry. I’m just stoned over.
That was your choice.
And with that she rips open the curtains.
You need to get up.
Why? You don’t trust me? You don’t want me touch your stuff?
Why the fuck did you invite me back.
I didn’t invite you back.
I’m here aren’t I? I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t let me in.
You need to go now.
What the fuck is going on? Where am I supposed to go feeling like this?
I’ve just woken up and feeling like shit and you’re giving me shit.
Not my problem.
Wow that was cold.
You remember anything?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Do you remember anything?
May. All I remember is waiting for you to come to the party.
You didn’t so I dropped a party favour or two.
Tommy and May stare at each other. She angry and frightened. Tommy with the dawning realisation that his fucked up.
The two stand like that for a while until Tommy starts pulling on his clothes in silence.
Once done he walks past her and she stands her ground daring him to touch her. Like it would be the worst thing he could ever do.
Tommy walks out into the lounge and there’s a knock on the door.
He stands motionless and again there’s the knock.
You want me to hide?
You going get that?
Again the knock.
Tommy goes to the front door and opens it to the Suit from the party standing in the doorway.
Tommy doesn’t recognise him but there’s something…
What do you want?
You live here?
What do you want?
Do I know you?
No. Not really.
Tommy shrugs at the Suit – Yes? What?
Are you done?
What do you want?
You’re a little aggressive there. Calm down, fella.
You calm down! What the fuck do you want?
The suit leans in.
I want to take a shit. If that’s aright with you.
Tommy – What?
The Suit points behind him.
Tommy turns around and he’s standing in a cubicle.
Are you done?
Tommy stumbles out of the cubicle looking around- WTF?
The Suit Pushes past and into the cubicle closing the door behind him all the while staring at Tommy like the kid is a freak.
Which right now is exactly what he is.
INT. THE WAREHOUSE PARTY, TOILET – CONTINUOUS.
Tommy sees that’s he’s in a scruffy toilet, we hear the muffled sound of the party.
We turn and see Billy, late twenties effortlessly dressed peaking like a mad man.
Bitch! Be-still my beating heart.
He comes in to kiss Tommy. Tommy backs up.
Ok. Hey. Just pleased to see you. You look good.
Tommy doesn’t feel like it. He catches himself in the mirror and its like a completely different movie watching back.
Tommy having trouble remembering much of anything, tries to back away from Billy.
Tommy wanders out of the toilet and back into the party he never left.
INT. THE WAREHOUSE PARTY PROPER – CONTINUOUS.
As an observer Tommy looks over and sees himself dancing like a monkey with Gillan.
Watching the dancers is one of the masks from the mad hatters tea party.
At first The STAG doesn’t see observer Tommy but slowly he turns to look right at him sending a chill down the kids spin.
The Stag looks for a moment straight at Observer Tommy, then goes back to watching the party and specifically dancing Tommy and his friends.
Across from the Stag is another animal masked watcher, The BISON headed man. Hairy and big the mask looks more like an extension, a perfect representation of the man beneath and Tommy realises both are watching his group.
Tommy decides to approach the Stag as he’s the closest and he starts to push his way through the crowd his sight cutting between the Stag the Bison and his friends.
Tommy’s other self is with his friends dancing like a loon.
Party people cut in front of Tommy occasionally blocking his view.
We cut from time to time to Tommy’s POV.
The Stag sees him approach and again stares straight us, at Tommy and the Stag tilts his head as if in question.
A reveller moves in front of us and the Stag is gone leaving Tommy to spin around frantically.
The world starts spinning until a hand touches his shoulder.
He turns and sees the owner it’s Gillan.
Better than an half innit?
Tommy isn’t so sure.
Tommy looks at his friend and realised he has swapped places from observer Tommy to the Dancing Tommy.
Geezer come back to the group you wandered off there.
Tommy is bewildered but obliges.
Man, you are proper fucked!
As the two return to the dance floor. Tommy looks around and can no longer see the watchers, the animal masks.
With a little effort Tommy shrugs the bad bump of his trip aside and goes back to dancing.