Overheard. Probably incorrectly. “She was fat and cheap and not in a good way. She wore Bozo the clown make up upon the grumpy face of a bi-polar flesh monkey.” “Like she had done her face in a series of increasingly more distorted carnie hall mirrors with a poundland mr man paint brush and a blunt sharpie for eyebrows whilst pissed on tennents and half a gram of wiz”. “Orange was her favourite colour judging by the colour of her skin”
Often I can be heard muttering to myself. Many attempts were made to beat it out of me, but it only gave […]
MAN: Do you know what I do? Do you know what have I do? The shit I eat to put food on that table?Do you have any idea of what it takes to keep you warm? Do you? I’m out there hauling my arse around this shitty little island, away from my kids…away from you to come home to this? You know what you are? You’re a cunt. You do this…to me! What am I supposed to do? How do I fix […]
Ep04 Tony the fly is looking at slice of cake and a mountain of crumbs. It’s a succulent lemon drizzle cake with […]
INT. THE COTTAGE – KITCHEN – NIGHT Lilith re-enters the kitchen and sees the girl passed out on the table. Her bandaged arm pokes out of the blanket that now covers her. Lilith goes over to the girl and pushes the tangled hair out of the young girls face, a moment of tenderness that surprises even herself. In the kitchen Mickey is stripped to the waist struggling to sew up a stab wound near his waist. He is covered in fresh bruises […]
Ep03 Tony the Fly is sitting on a window looking out through the glass at the vista outside. Unfortunately for Tony he […]
INT. FIONA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT. INSPECTOR TENNENT Can’t sleep. He stands by the window staring out into the darkness at the street below, at two drunks squaring up to each other. He’s mid forties clean shaven and athletic, stripped to the waist showing the scar of some long passed encounter with a street kids blade – It itches but the drunken play taking place on the street below bothers him more than his scar tonight. Behind him lying face down on the bed […]
A row of unassuming semi detached houses. A sunny day. An unseen bird tweets the Nokia ringtone as a small flock of tiny people with wings instead of arms dart out of the privet hedge and into the sky. We hear a diesel van pulling into view revealing it to be the sound of a HPS courier. The van stops outside number 7. After retrieving his clip board and a fairly large box The driver (Courier) saunters up number 7’s short path […]
INT. THE COTTAGE – NIGHT The cottage is your mid somerset new age setup. Dream catchers, hand carved African statues, Persian rugs and a Gustav Klimt print or two. The kitchen is a big open plan affair – Sink, dishwasher fridge at one end, big iron Arger at the other. Giant Dining table in the middle. WE HEAR a disturbance outside. Chickens cry out. The growl of a Fox. We calmly glide out of the kitchen into the moonlit garden and towards […]
EXT. OUTSIDE THE CLUB – MIDDAY A busy mid morning street in the old financial centre of the city – old Victorian and Georgian buildings jostle for breath between the new upstarts of glass and steel. The engine growl of a large black Bentley hastily pulls up nearly knocking over an unwary pedestrian. Out of the car steps two men. Johnny runs around the car by the time that Frank is out of the drivers side, Johnny is physically reassuring him. JOHNNY […]
