DOWN A DARK PATH
A Work in Progress. First Draft Released as Written Every Wednesday.
EXT. COUNCIL ESTATE – LATER.
Tommy leads Gillan wander through the council estate. It must be really late there’s no one about. Their footsteps echo around the courtyard.
You know where we’re going?
Tommy enters a stairwell and the pair climb up three stories. At the top Tommy pauses.
He checks left and right, getting his bearings then heads right down a long corridor and out to the semi opened balcony/gangway.
Gillan hangs back before following Tommy.
At the end of the balcony Tommy stops at a green door. He gently knocks the door and then listens.
Tommy again taps the door, this time a little louder.
He bends down and looks through the letterbox.
He comes up empty.
Gillan is looking through the kitchen window next to the front door. He notices that the window is opened a crack. He could get that opened in five seconds.
There’s a light on…but nobody’s home.
Tommy tries again on the door and again nothing.
Gillan steps up and bangs on the door. Down the balcony a dog barks and several lights flick on.
GILLAN (CONT’D (CONT’D)
May! Open up!
A light goes on next door.
Gillan turns to his friend and sees that Tommy is halfway through the window.
A light from next door is switched on in next doors kitchen, then the hallway a shaft of light illuminates the cold concrete balcony.
The door opens and an OLD LADY in a nighty looks about, finds the source of the banging and is none to happy.
Gillan tips his imaginary hat at her.
She scowls at him.
You know what time it is?
I’m sorry I got locked out.
The old lady doesn’t hear too well or just likes shouting.
You don’t live there. Who are you?
I’m Tommy… May’s boyfriend.
At this point the another flat is waking up. Mainly due to the old lady shouting.
OLD LADY (CONT’D)
I’m calling the police.
Just then May’s front door opens and a long bare arm reaches out and grabs Gillan like he’s a plumber in a porn movie.
From the Old Lady’s POV we only see the arm.
(Doing a bad girls voice)
Come here you big man. I’ve been waiting so long for you.
The old lady looks disgusted and goes inside.
I’m still calling the police. Disgusting. Should be ashamed of yourselves waking up an old lady…
The next door down opens and a bleary eyed BIKER sticks his head out.
Lady. don’t you ever sleep?
I said don’t you ever. Oh shut up and go back to bed. Every fucking night…
He goes back in.
You don’t scare me Bob! I’ve got you’re number. Mark my words…
She has one last look around and goes back into her apartment.
As the old Lady goes retreats into the flat WE SEE a shadowy figure lingering far off down the balcony mostly hidden in shadow.
INT. MAY’S APARTMENT – CONTINUOUS.
It’s none to shabby, May’s apartment. An old council flat made homely with some handicrafts and meticulous decorative motives sprinkled about. Pretty sparse, it is tidy and homely.
Tommy’s in the kitchen making a tea leaving Gillan to poke about.
Single floor two bedroom flat. Very nice. He pushes open the bedroom door. Her’s – he presumes. The second virtually empty save for a bed and a desk. Probably what came with the flat.
So your girlfriends got a Flatmate?
Never seen him?
Yeah some kind of suit. Some city type.
Gillan doesn’t buy that.
And you’ve never met him?
He comes out with the tea.
Tommy finds Gillan is looking through the girl’s record collection.
Gillan clocks Tommy and stands up.
Gillan takes the tea and takes a sip. Too hot!
Say whatever it is you where going to say?
Gillan and Tommy stare at each other.
Tommy leaves and returns with biscuits to find Gillan on the big couch bouncing, testing it’s bounciness.
So where is she?
Think she’ll be okay with you breaking and entering?
Tommy shrugs. Still standing.
Sit down. Please.
Tommy does so.
It’s lapsang souchong.
The two laugh.
Woah man! What a fucking night!
Come on. You got to admit it’s been fucking wild. You were dancing like a monkey all night.
We beat a man half to death.
He was raping her.
Yeah says me. You saw it too.
She didn’t seem to think so.
That bitch was fucking crazy. I’ve seen it before. I saw this guy in this club and he was grabbing his girl about, man handling her all night they were arguing… Making everyone’s night a misery. Got to a point where the guy lost it and knocked her out clean out…right there on the dance floor. The bouncers who dragged his sorry arse out of there kick him a few times…as you do… whilst the cops turn up… And you know what happens next? This woman black eye broken nose what ever… she gets up and goes all fucking crazy asking where her man is. What have you’ve done to him blah blah blah blah…and when no one answers her she attacks the nearest bouncer with her shoe. Same thing Stiletto shoe only this went straight into one the bouncers eye. poor fuck. Disgusting. He punched her too. Now tell me. What the fuck happened? Fuck em both I say.
It’s not the same thing.
Completely the same thing. We did the right thing there. We both saw he was roughing her up. So what if it’s her thing? It’s still abuse. you want to do that sort of thing do it behind closed doors get a safe word and role play your sick little rape scenarios as much as you like but you do it out in the open? What do you expect? Eh? You gotta think at some point some samaritans are going turn up see what looks like a rape and happening and kick your fucking arse.
Is that what we are Good Samaritan?
We’re fucking super heroes. Batman and Nightwing. Fuck them. Fuck ’em both!
Fuck you you know it’s the truth! You saw the same thing as me. You saw it!
What the fuck did you do?
Standing in the open door way is May holding a white Rabbit mask.
And she looks pissed.
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