A
door slams.
TONY’S
VOICE
Fuck
fuck fuck…
DAVE’S
VOICE
Lock
it.
TONY’S
VOICE
Right,
I’m not fucking joking. Never again. NEVER again. No more coke.
FADE
UP
INT.
TOM'S BEDROOM IN THE APARTMENT-DAY
TOM
had gone back to bed, and he isn’t impressed with being woken up
again. DAVE and TONY are in the corridor.
TOM
(V/O)
If
I weren’t so tired I’d have gone out there and beaten the shit
out of both of them. But I suppose that’s a catch twenty-two
situation. If I hadn't have got into this shit in the first place I
could get a good night's sleep.
DAVE’S
VOICE
What
have we got…
Kitchen
drawers rattle, he’s rifling through them, pulling metal things
out.
TONY
Tom!
Man of the moment! Listen, you’ve gotta do a huge favour for me.
TOM
(Facetious)
Have
I?
TONY
You
bought a gun, didn’t you?
TOM
Everyone
seems to know this.
TONY
Get
it. Load it.
FLASHBACK
Tom
is firing at the security services outside the sensor’s office.
CUT
TO FLASHBACK
He’s
sat in the car afterwards. No gun.
TOM
I
lost it. (Pause) What have you done?
DAVE
This
clown…
(Points
at Tony, who’s stressing out)
DAVE
(Cont)
Only
did a couple of lines. Then told a load of customers at the bar all
sorts of shit.
TOM
What?!
TONY
Not
about you, or the bombs. Just about Yanyan and Devant. And us.
TOM
(Sarcastic)
Oh,
just that? Well…
Tom
mock-wipes his brow.
TOM
(cont)
They’ll
never find me now, will they? Fuck me… Wait a minute. What about
Yanyan?
Tony
looks over at Dave. Dave nods.
TONY
She’s
dead, Tom.
Tom
contemplates this. Tries to act like it doesn’t bother him.
TOM
I’m
fucking sick of your secrets, Dave. I move out today.
DAVE
She
was leaving business cards all over the place.
FLASHBACK
The
card Tom found in Bar Code.
DAVE
(Cont.)
She
was seeking attention. There are certain people in that bar that you
do NOT want to get on the wrong side of. And if those people had
found out I’m head of a national piracy network, she’d have been
deported, and I’d have gone to jail for all that shit.
Dave
points at the cupboard holding all the copying hardware.
TOM
You’re
not the head of a 'national piracy network,' you pretentious cunt.
You’re a Del Boy.
DAVE
There
was a job you didn’t do, Tom. The mail services are losing
thousands of letters a year. Devant wanted us to sort them out. We
did that when you were asleep.
FLASHBACK
The
smoke Tom saw when he was handing out the packages.
DAVE
(Cont.)
Not
that many people died, so it hasn’t had much news coverage. We
didn’t find out we had to do it ‘til we’d already had about
four lines of coke. You were out cold.
Dave
looks over at Tony.
DAVE
(cont)
And
now thanks to NUMPTY over here, everyone in Code knows it was us.
The
landline rings. Tony picks up.
TONY
Yes.
No, don't let them in. I'm serious. Do not let them-
There's
a SCREAM from down the phone.
TONY
My
brain's going into meltdown, man.
BANG
BANG BANG.
There’s
someone at the door. They’re not very polite.
CU-TOM
FLASHBACKS
Quick
frames of the police all over Manchester.
DAVE
Out
the window. Come on.
TOM
What?!
Dave
is already opening a window near the kitchen area.
TOM
We’re
on the fourth floor, you knobhead!
DAVE
Shh!
BANG
BANG BANG.
They’re
not just knocking. They’re knocking it through. Dave roots through
the kitchen drawers, shaking. We’ve never seen him nervous before.
TONY
There’s
no way that’s the police.
DAVE
Fuck.
Somebody at Bar Code shopped us.
TONY
That
dickhead manager probably.
DAVE
Tony!
DAVE
rugby-throws a large kitchen knife at Tony, cutting his arm.
TONY
Argh!
You fucking prick!
DAVE
pulls an even bigger one out of the drawer.
BAM!
The door is put through. Four men charge into the room. They wear
full black including balaclavas. One has a MiniDV camera. Two have
crowbars. The cameraman wears a T-shirt saying GUNCHESTER. We’ve
met him before.
Moments
after the men walk in, CALLUM enters, sporting a different Benneton
jumper. Tom’s face slips from fear to despair when he recognises
him.
Tony
picks up the knife and freezes.
Dave
steps forward, yelling, knife raised. Balaclava 1 tries to turn away,
and Dave sinks the knife into his shoulder. Balaclava 1 screams. Dave
is not backing down.
Dave
and Balaclava1 are shoved aside by the other intruders. 2 of them
grab Tom by an arm each. Tom’s really mad. He’s pushing them
together like he’s on the pec deck. They struggle, but manage to
trip him and hold him down. He has to watch.
A
crowbar lands in Dave’s face. Blood goes all over the kitchen work
surface and pristine utensils. He’s not handsome any more. As he’s
knocked away he holds onto the knife, which rips a large fissure in
Balaclava 1’s shoulder, but stays embedded.
Tony
has backed into a corner when the blows start raining down on his
face and body.
Tom,
eyes scrunched closed, starts to open them and watch the scene
unfold. He’s becoming accustomed to violence and death. The despair
he felt when the bombs went off is a distant memory.
But
during this, Tom can hear footsteps. He turns to look away from the
carnage. He glances to the broken door where these men came in.
SLOW
MOTION
Executive
shoes and black suit trousers are stepping forward.
TOM’S
FACE:
Oh
no.
CU
TONY AND DAVE
They're
almost dead, covered in blood, which is also splattered all over the
flat. The blows keep raining down on them as the cameraman films.
Dave and Tony become victims of the kind of material they peddled.
Executive
shoes and trousers walk closer.
The
balaclava-wearing men and Callum, all now drenched in blood, give
Dave and Tony one last whack on the head. They’re dead.
And
in walks Devant, the same black suit and meaning business. He stands
over Tom in this scene of carnage without a speck of blood on him,
technically. But Devant, we now know, is the guiltiest man in the
room. He glances at Callum, straight-faced.
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