Down a Dark Path 09

DOWN A DARK PATH 

©Zig Bingham

A Work in Progress.  First Draft Released as Written Every Wednesday.

Part Nine

(Read from the Beginning)

 

 

INT. THE WAREHOUSE PARTY – CONTINUOUS.

Gillan strides through the crowd looking for Tommy.

He pushes through the crowd going from one end of the party to the next, but finds nothing.

He searches for his friends. His little cabal and finds them by the speaker stack.
Tubbs is snogging Michelle.

GILLAN
Son of a Bitch!

Gillan grabs Tubbs and spins him around.

TUBBS
Man, I’m sorry. You know it…just kind of happened.

Gillan’s none too impressed.

GILLAN
How are you feeling?

Tubbs doesn’t know what to make of this question.

GILLAN (CONT’D)
HOW…ARE…YOU…FEELING?

It’s a long pause before Tubbs can think of an answer.

TUBBS
Guilty?

GILLAN
Not that you stupid fuck. The drugs. You feel weird?

Tubbs doesn’t know what to say.

GILLAN (CONT’D)
Ah never mind. Where’s Tommy?

Tubbs again is blank.

Gillan starts shouting at his friends. Asking each and everyone of them…

GILLAN (CONT’D)
Where’s Tommy?

They all give the same response.

The same blank stare.

GILLAN (CONT’D)
No-one?

Honor is the only one who answers.

HONOR
You ok man? You’re looking a little peaky.

Gillan is incredulous.

GILLAN
You think?

Over the shoulder of Honor. Gillan sees the Bull-headed creature and turns to see across the dancefloor the Stag. Both motionless watching Gillan.

Then a thought occurs to him.

He storms off through the crowd heading straight for the Stag. To where the creature was standing.

When he gets there the Stag has gone.

Gillan stands in his place looking around and sees the Stag standing at the entrance of the party, taunting him?

Gillan responds and follows the Stag into the outside air and he sees himself and Tommy climbing through the fence.

This is earlier?

Is this a bad trip?

Our Gillan rushes to the two boys darting through the crowd and stops Gillan-from-the-past trying to warn himself but Gillan-from-the-past can’t understand what our Gillan is saying.

And Gillan is hit with a massive sense of deja vu and vomits.

He looks down and for a moment sees worms writhing in his vomit.

He blinks again and they are gone.

As have Tommy and his Past self.

Bad trip.

He goes with it and tries to induce some more vomiting. Trying to purge himself, but little comes out.

The flow of people coming into the party split apart giving the crazy looking Gillan a wide birth.

Gillan searches himself. Trying to pull himself together. A bearded hippy comes to his aide and offers him some water.

HIPPY
You’re free of the crowd now. You’re out man… Breathe fella…Breathe.

Gillan grabs the hippy’s shoulder and pulls himself up. Gillan looks at the bottle.

HIPPY (CONT’D)
What’s your name man?

Gillan looks at the man then lunges at him.

GILLAN
What the fuck was in that water?

The hippy freaks out.

HIPPY
What the fuck you talking about?

GILLAN
The water you cunt. What did you put in it?

HIPPY
I don’t know what you’re talking about.

The two end up on the ground wrestling. Gillan getting the upper hand.

Two security guards grab Gillan and drag him off the Hippy.

GILLAN
He spiked me. The cunt spiked me.

That’s what we hear.

GILLAN (CONT’D)
He spppeff me. Thee prude sdfjsl me.

This is what the guard hear.

Gillan’s next words are garbled too and we see the Gillan’s truth subtitled.

GILLAN (CONT’D)
What the fuck! You Deaf this prick spiked my fucking drink.

The guards drag Gillan off site and out of the party onto the street. Where he vomits again.

SECURITY ONE
Shouldn’t we get someone to help him?

SECURITY TWO
Self inflicted. Fucking pikey!

And with that the two walk off.

 

EXT. THE CANAL – CONTINUOUS.

Gillan tries to pull himself together.

He struggles to get up the world is spinning around him and it forces him back to his knees.

He grips the cold concrete determined not to be become a victim to whatever the fuck is going on.

Revellers walk past him. Most ignoring him. Some pitying. One even throws a couple of coins at him to which Gillan throws them back in disgust.

GILLAN
Fuck you…

His tongue is starting to work again.

GILLAN (CONT’D)
This ain’t ket…this is something…else.

Standing before him stands the white Rabbit.

Gillan looks up.

GILLAN (CONT’D)
May?

She takes off her mask and smiles at him for a moment before realising just how fucked Gillan is.

She bends down and gives Gillan her water bottle.

For a moment he resists trying to figure out if she’s real

He takes the bottle and gulps greedily.

MAY
Gillan. State of you.

Gillan smiles.

GILLAN
Fucking glad to see you.

MAY
I’ve been looking for you all night.

GILLAN
We were spiked. Me and Tommy.

May looks shocked.

MAY
By who? Do you know?

Gillan takes deep breaths and slowly recovers, but it’s a while before he answers.

GILLAN
There’s some creep looking for you.

MAY
I know.

GILLAN
Some suit.

MAY
I know.

GILLAN
Say’s you’re underage.

MAY
I know.

GILLAN
Are you?

Pause long pause.

MAY
Technically?

GILLAN
Fuck!

MAY
Two weeks. By two weeks.

GILLAN
Fuck!

MAY
I’m sorry. I should have said something.

GILLAN
It’s not me you’ve got to apologise to…

May – Who? Then it clicks.

GILLAN (CONT’D)
We got to get out of here and find Tommy. He’s… sensitive.

May helps him up to his feet.

He looks at her sideways.

MAY
You’re a fucking lunatic.

GILLAN
I love you too May.

She grins.

MAY
I think that’s just about the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.

GILLAN
I’ve been spiked May… Don’t take it personal.

 

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