EXT.
MCD’S- DAY- NO SOUND
People
are walking into the restaurant. Behind the window teenagers eat.
FLASH-
a BLINDING WHITE LIGHT appears inside, then smoke fills the room
behind the glass. After a beat, teenage sized hands start to slap the
glass, leaving bloody hand prints. The slapping gets harder, then-
INT.
CAR- DAY
Tom
jolts. He’s been dreaming, but now he’s awake: back in his
original and very real nightmare.
CALLUM
Almost
there lad.
Callum
has driven to some random suburb of Manchester. People aren’t
afraid to shop here. In fact, many of them won’t have heard the
news of the bombing yet.
TOM
Where
are we?
CALLUM
Close
to a makeshift censor’s office. They’re working overtime, editing
er, propaganda and stuff. Devant just wants me to stop them. They’re…
affiliated with the British Film Censors. All you have to do-
Callum
is speeding up erratically, through the busy streets, turning corners
in third gear.
CALLUM
(Contd.)
Is
make sure I can get back to this car. Then we can go home together.
Tom’s
mind is totally thrown off course. What? Did he mean for that to
sound so gay?
CALLUM
I’d
load that gun now, if I were you.
Callum
checks Tom’s seatbelt is plugged in, then checks his own.
TOM
Wait-
SCREECH.
Callum
slams the brakes on, breathing heavy. He’s nervous about something.
Tom is looking at him, but Callum avoids eye contact more than ever.
He takes the woman’s stocking out of his pocket and puts it over
his forehead.
Callum
gets out of the car, quickly. Tom follows him.
INT
SENSOR'S OFFICE-DAY
A
sign above the building says ADELPHI VIDEO PRODUCTION SERVICES.
As
Callum yanks the door open, the very good-looking receptionist looks
up nervously.
RECEPTIONIST
Hi,
I can I help-
Callum
pulls out a Beretta and SHOOTS HER once in the head. Her head flies
back. There’s blood all over the company poster/ mission statement.
He sees is reflection in the glass covering the statement, and
remembers to pull the stocking down over his face.
As
soon as he kills her, Tom realises he’s in more shit.
TOM
Oh,
fuck off…
FLASH
FRAME FLASHBACK
“STEVIE
WONDER” firing at the watermelon.
INT.
SENSOR'S OFFICE
The
hum of talking from the room behind reception goes quiet, like the
sound was cut off. Callum walks through a door inside what looks like
an office: people with computers with large screens editing news
videos. He starts to kill indiscriminately. SCREAMS ring out.
Tom
has his back to the door and is looking toward the exit. With the
first few bangs, his shoulders jump and twitch. Then, after a few
seconds, he almost relaxes. He’s becoming numb to the violence. He
starts to turn around, and look at what is happening.
It’s
as bad as Tom could imagine. There’s blood all over the walls, over
computers showing editing packages, and news features, blood on the
floor and bodies lying everywhere, mostly face down.
The
fire exit door is open- somebody got out alive. Chairs have been
overturned, personal belongings scattered everywhere.
Callum
is reaching for something under a table. He pulls out a screaming
woman by her hair and shoots her in the head at point blank range.
Callum is covered in blood and he’s crying, his tear stains marking
the stocking. He senses Tom and points the gun at him.
Tom
freezes.
Callum
drops his hand and nods him outside.
Sirens
can be heard already. Tom walks to the door- there’s no police in
sight yet. Tom and Callum get to the car, then vehicles pour in from
every side street. Security services back up the police, and they
take formation clumsily. The Police haven’t had time to practice
this with support.
Tom
ducks below the car window, looking for his gun. This is going from
bad to worse.
CALLUM
They
don’t want to arrest you, Tom.
FLASH
FRAMES
TOM
handing the package to the GUM clinic manager…
To
the McD’s Manager…
To
the Job Centre manager…
Faster
flash frames of explosions at all three places-
Tom
whips around, rests his arm n the roof of the car and FIRES at the
oncoming vehicles.
The
first few hit the road- he’s never fired a gun before. He
readjusts. The police convoy is spattered with Tom’s bullets as
police bullets scream past him closely. It looks like news footage
from Iraq- there’s smoke in the air. The sporadic cracks of gunfire
overlap each other.
FLASH
FRAME- FLASHBACK
The
snowball fight at uni.
BACK
TO PRESENT DAY
CALLUM
(off)
You’re
gonna have to get in the back, pal.
Tom
is hit in the chest. He coughs hard. He’s hurt.
CALLUM
Shit…
Callum
drags Tom into the car- again, showing amazing strength. They drive
off, out of sight.
Callum
starts the engine and puts his foot down. He strategically switches
the gun to his left hand (the hand he’s steering with). He turns to
face backward in the seat, holding the wheel with only his right
hand. He points the gun at the rear windscreen. It all looks
strangely rehearsed. Tom panics; curls into a ball.
Callum
FIRES, SHATTERING the back windscreen. Tom GROWLS in pain as he’s
covered in glass. Callum checks from one direction to the other- out
the back where he’s firing, and in front, where he’s steering.
Security are still firing off shots at them, there are sirens
sounding behind the cars that have already arrived, and we hear the
engine of Callum’s car accelerating.
TOM
(hands over ears)
Just
fucking move!
CALLUM
(Shouting)
Put
the sticks in the milk bottles.
TOM
What?
CALLUM
Put
the fucking sticks in the milk bottles!
Tom
does the first bottle, wincing in pain.
CALLUM
Light
it!
Tom
finds the lighter. Fumbling, he ignites the stick, which burns like a
sparkler.
CALLUM
Throw
it out of the back window-
TOM
(cutting him off)
I
fucking know what to do!
Tom
launches the bottle out of the shattered back window, over his head.
The car lights up from the fire on the road behind them. Tom can see
parts of the road in the rear view mirror.
Callum
swerves down a side street. One car is still tailing them, spraying
bullets.
Tom
lights another bottle and, taking a deep breath, throws it out behind
him. The flames illuminate the scene again before the car swerves,
leaving the other vehicles behind in the maze of narrow suburban
streets.
CUT
TO:
INT.
CAR- LATER
The
gunfire has stopped. All that can be heard is the low hum of the
engine. There’s no police or security chasing them: Callum has
evaded them all. He’s cruising down the motorway at a steady one
hundred miles an hour. Tom is still sat in the back. Neither speaks.
Tom eyes Callum in the rear-view mirror.
LATER-BLACK
Fumbling
sounds.
FADE
UP
Tom
is asleep. Callum has pulled over and got in the back. He has
unbuttoned Tom’s shirt and is examining the bulletproof T-shirt. He
lifts it to look at where the bullet landed. There is a fair sized
bruise on the chest plate. It takes a second for Tom to realise what
is happening. When he does, he pushes Callum away from him and kicks
out with his legs.
TOM
What
the fuck are you doing?!
CALLUM
No-
I just wanted-
Tom
grabs his chest in pain.
CUT.
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