A Work in Progress. First Draft Released as Written.
Jack stands on the door with BOBBY G, a massive slab of a black man and BOBBY C a short white terrier of a man all dressed in the required black of door security, regulating the flow of those entering the club.
The two Bobby’s talk, incessantly – Jack just gets on with his job. He half listens to the boys conversation as he checks IDs and handbags.
So run it by me again. The moon landings are fake.
The whole thing. Fake. Shot in a studio. Kubrick did it. We never went to the moon. The whole thing was a con. I mean think about it. Why haven’t we been back since?
Jack scoffs. Bobby C ignores him.
BOBBY C (CONT’D)
Ok check this out.
Bobby C pulls out his phone, flicks about a moment then shows it to Bobby B.
BOBBY C (CONT’D)
You see that. The way the flag moves. There’s no fucking atmosphere in space man. Why’s it moving like that?
Jack pads down a clubber and finds a bottle of booze. He looks for help but the boys are check the phone.
Sure looks weird. I’ll give you that but what I don’t get is why? Makes no sense. Why spend all that money faking it? Couldn’t have been cheap.
Jack turns the clubber around and pushes him down the steps and back into the road.
Bobby B kicks the clubber on just as he’s about to protest.
Cheaper than building a fucking rocket. What do you need? And empty warehouse, a couple of tons of sand and some shitty cameras. Fuck, Your nephew’s kid could do it and he’s an arsehole. Think about it. Height of the Cold War. The yanks couldn’t let the Russians win. I mean up to that Kennedy speech the Russians were wining the space race. First into space, first dog, first man. The yanks had to do something. They couldn’t let communism win could they? Fucking PR man.
What about the rocket?
What about it? No-way it could’ve have reached the moon. No fucking way. At least not with people in it. What about the Van Allen belt?
The van Allen belt. A field of radiation around the planet. You’ld be cooked like a chicken in a microwave if you went through that. Totally impossible… Ok answer me this. If we went to the moon how come we haven’t gone back.
Jack hands his torch to Bobby C.
Cause there’s nothing there. I’m going for a smoke.
And with that he walks back into the club.
The two bobby’s stare back at him like a couple of sullen cats and then Jack is gone.
I don’t trust that motherfucker. Smells like bacon.
INT. THE CLUB – CONTINUOUS
Jack walks around the club looking around for trouble. He sees in the middle of the dance floor the woman in the blue dress is having some kind of altercation with her pimp.
A young bouncer walks past Jack ready to interject, but Jack grabs his arm.
You won’t be thanked. Let it go.
The Young Bouncer thinks about for a moment then acquiesces.
Jack heads off down across the dance floor and out a side door and out into …
EXT. THE CLUB, ALLEY – CONTINUOUS
… and turns left,heading to the mouth of the alley. He watches the world go by, takes a deep breath and pulls out a cigarette packet and lighter. He looks at the packet a while, then withdraws a stick.
Once in his mouth he takes out a lighter and hesitates before lighting it. He returns the cigarette to its packet and the packet back into his pocket. Holds on to the lighter.
He stands there a while forlorn, deep in thought. He watches the crowd go about it’s business, focusing in on a happy couple arm, clearly in love- The cares of the world somewhere else.
This cheers him up a little.
A gunshot. From behind. Deep into the alley.
Jack follows the sound, cautiously edging his was down the alley, careful not to be a victim of those shots. He hugs the edges of walls enough to see and enough for quick cover.
The shot is loud, deafening, echoing through the alley shaking the walls and metal bins.
Jack finds the Fatman flat on his face a pool of dark crimson seeping through his back and under his huge frame.
And that’s when you found the body. Francis De Laquant.
INT. THE ROOM – DAWN
Big Arnold. That’s what everyone calls him.
Why where you working at the club?
I was suspended.
On full pay.
I was bored.
You know the regulations. No moonlighting.
I got two kids to look after. A couple of extra quid checking IDs. I did it as a favour.
A favour to whom?
The tech boys say that the body was interfered with.
Jack doesn’t answer
Someone rifled his pockets. In a hurry. They found a wallet but no cash.
FLASH BACK of Jack looking at the Wallet – a huge wad of notes lie at his feet.
The Interviewer doesn’t break his stare from Jack.
EXT. THE CLUB ALLEY – EVENING
Jack takes the money.
Something in the dark.
Jack steps over the dead man and reaches for the shoe.
Deeper into the darkness there is something else.
Jack strains to see…
… hidden behind a dumpster…
Out of nowhere the Gunman leaps out and Jack is thrown aside…
…Jack sees the Gunman running down the alley unable to make a proper ID.
He pulls himself together, drops the shoe and pursues his quarry…
…down the alley.
…the shape not far in front, turning left.
The alley opens up into the street and Jack sees Blue Eyes pushing his way through the crowd, pushing his way to the short road.
EXT. SHORT ROAD – CONTINUOUS
Now through the crowd, the gunman sprints…
Jack is stuck in the crowd…
… The crowd is slow to react.
Jack sees the gunman disappear down the Road as he pushes past the gormless crowd.
The Gunman reaches the end of the road.
Jack sprints down the road and see the gunman dart into a skinny alley…
EXT. FIRST NARROW ALLEY – CONTINUOUS
… and runs into a fallen bin sending him reeling, skittling across broken bottles and glass.
Ahead Jack sees the Face of the Gunman as he throws down obstacles. WE SEE that it is BLUE EYES.
For a moment the two men make eye contact and BLUE EYES realises he’s been made.
He looks down and sees a large shard of glass in his hand.
Blue Eyes is running…
Jack pulls out the glass…
Blue Eyes almost gone now.
…Jack rips a pocket and bandages his wound.
Blue Eyes has gone…
But Jack know where’s he going.
EXT. SECOND ALLEY – CONTINUOUS
Jack sprints into the second alley just to see the edge of Blue Eyes turn into ….
EXT. THIRD ALLEY – CONTINUOUS
The chase enters the old town. This alley joining a nest of twisted narrows.
Blue Eyes doesn’t look back, desperate to shake his pursuer.
For a while the chase winds down the alleys, changing directions, slipping from one alley to the next – a disorienting maze of confusion that makes it hard to tell who is winning this race.
The two men run until the alleys start to widen and open out into…
EXT. STREET – CONTINUOUS
Jack burst out into a street and the sea of people.
He looks frantically about – Where is the fucker?
For a moment it looks like he’s lost the gunman and then he hears a woman screaming obscenities and we see the gunman pushing past a pastel pink hen party. One woman struggling to regain her balance – teetering on ridiculous pink platform boots.
Blue Eyes spies his dogged pursuer.
He sprints down the long street as Jack encounters the hen party.
Jack Screams at the Hen party…
OUT THE WAY!!!
…but they are too pissed and too indignant to listen.
He pushes through them causing the teetering woman to loose her battle with gravity.
Jack races after Blue Eyes and for a moment it is a flat race, a sprint of 300 metres with Blue Eyes the faster widening the gap.
Jack fumbles for his phone and starts dialling.
The phone rings and rings.
Somerset Police how can I help?
(massively out of breath)
This is DCI Jack Burns. I am on foot… chasing a … suspect
I’m sorry you want to speak with DCI Jack Burns? I’m afraid he’s…
No you stupid fuck… I am Jack Burns. Send a car to the club on corn street and another to nelson street.
Blue Eyes turns left into another street.
I’m sorry sir I need you to calm down.
Send the fucking cars..!
And he hangs up.
And fumbles the phone sending it crashing to the floor. He hesitates for a moment then leaves it.
As he turns left into…
EXT. LONG STREET – CONTINUOUS
Blue Eyes is racing towards the end of the street, this one almost empty.
Jack pushes hard but Blue Eyes is fast and fit and Jack is wearing down.
Jack sees where Blue Eyes is heading and decides to take a gamble.
He takes a sharp left and joins a parallel street one with a slight bend…
…in Jacks favour…
…shortening the Distance…
…and Blue Eyes see this and somehow finds a second wind.
Blue Eyes pulls away.
…but the road bends a little closer, the gap narrowing
Jacks lungs bursting…
…Blue Eyes finally starting to show the burn.
…the two streets converge…
Blue Eyes within arms reach…
Jack gives everything he has left…
…reaches out, launching himself at Blue Eyes…
tumbling over and over into a parked car…
Blue Eyes opens the gap and runs off.
Jack watches as Blue Eyes disappears.
He gets up and starts after Blue Eyes.
but he’s slower…
He’s done something to leg…
Get up! GET UP!
…and gets back on his feet.
We can hear the sirens of the police in the far off distance and this makes Jack smile and makes Blue Eyes rethink.
Blue Eyes ahead looks to the traffic lights, sees the traffic about to move, sees a way out.
Behind Jack is still coming after him – Tough son-of-a-bitch!
The sirens are get louder and he can’t make out where they are coming from.
There’s a crowd in front of him. In fact there’s a crowd all around
…Does he try to blend in?
Jack is still chasing him…
…or does he try?
…the lights change and the traffic starts to move slowly at first.
Blue Eyes takes his chance and dashes across the Junction a couple of cars slam on their breaks…
…Blue Eyes narrowly missing them and they him.
By the time Jack gets there the traffic has all but stopped .
The blue of the police lamps echo around the junction but still no cars visible…
Jack hobbles across the junction to the sounds of angry horns and motorists.
He sees Blue Eyes run up the steps across the road and gives chase by clambering across the bonnets of the cars.
EXT. XMAS STEP – CONTINUOUS
Jack sprints up the steps cursing his lungs and his leg and makes it to the top of the steps to find… Nothing.
A few people mill around.
Jack searches the street…
Checks the bars … and the pubs…
and the corner shop.
…through windows, through doors…
INT. THE ROOM – CONTINUOUS
The Interviewer says nothing.
Jack says nothing.
They both sit in silence.
Each regarding the other.