Third Script (A BLT)
A BLT
INT. DAY. RESTAURANT.
Two men sit in a
restaurant, both have plates and a drink in front of them and a BLT. ROY is a Londoner.
They both look bored and sit next to one another. ROY eats disinterestedly,
finishing his BLT pretty soon after the film starts.
ROY
(Still with a mouthful of food) You havin’
that? (Pointing to CHRIS’s untouched BLT)
CHRIS
No, go ahead.
ROY pulls the plate
towards his own and dumps the sandwich on then pushes ROY’s plate back to him.
ROY
What’s put you in a shitty mood then?
CHRIS
Huh?
ROY
You’re in a shitty mood… looking all glum.
Y’know? Who shit in your cereal?
CHRIS
Didn’t have cereal.
ROY
It’s a fuckin’
phrase, Chris.
CHRIS
Is it?
ROY
Yeah, course it
fuckin’ is.
CHRIS
I dunno, I’m just not… feelin’ it.
ROY
Right… (Carries on
stuffing his face not giving a shit about CHRIS that much) Got sumfink on yer
mind?
CHRIS
Yeah… a little bit.
ROY
Whassat?
CHRIS
What’s what?
ROY
What’s on yer fuckin’
mind?
CHRIS
Well… (Changing topic
completely) what grades did you get?
ROY
What? You thinkin’
about yer GCSE’s Chris?
CHRIS
No… just curious is
all…
ROY
I passed five…
CHRIS
What do you mean
passed?
ROY
I mean I got a fucking grade that meant I got
a fucking pass… alright?
CHRIS
Right, right… but
like… like a good pass, or…?
ROY
Scraped, a scraped
fuckin’ pass on all four.
CHRIS
Thought you said five?
ROY
Well it’s four, there
you fuckin’ go, happy now?
CHRIS
Not really.
ROY
Why, what did you
get?
CHRIS
What’s it matter?
ROY
You asked first, what’d it matter to you?
CHRIS
Mostly B’s, couple of
A’s and the rest C’s.
ROY laughs.
CHRIS
What?
ROY
It’s jest funny. You
did pretty well, but now here we are, same fuckin’ job, same pay, same
everyfink. Funny how things turn out.
CHRIS
The fuck is that
meant to mean?
ROY
Nufink, just… an observation is all.
CHRIS
Right… I’ll tell you
my problem, shall I?
ROY
Alright…
CHRIS
Say, the boss asked
you to kill somebody? –
ROY
I’d kill him.
CHRIS
Right, well that
clearly wasn’t the end of the question, was it Roy.
ROY
Alright, calm down.
You shud be more clear about it then, eh?
CHRIS
Right, say you’re
asked to kill someone, but it’s someone you know?
ROY
Like… a celebrity?
CHRIS
No, someone you know
personally… like a friend… someone you care about…
ROY
So… like… you?
CHRIS
YES! (Realises he is
far too excited about this connection) Yeah… like- like me. What’d you do?
ROY
… What’s the pay?
CHRIS
What?
ROY
What’s the pay like? You know, if it’s real
good then, y’know. Ten million’s ten million innit.
CHRIS
You’re meant to say ‘No Chris, no way on earth
would I ever kill you. You’re my partner.’
ROY
Yeah… but ten
million. That’s set up for life innit? Never have to work again. That’s the
dream. God, ten million.
CHRIS
You’re being a real dick
about this.
ROY
Fuck you! You asked
the fuckin’ question!
CHRIS
Yeah, but you can’t just-
fucking kill me!
ROY
In a theoretical
situation where I get ten million quid, yeah, I think I can kill you!
CHRIS
Like you would even
be able to, even if I were fucking blind you couldn’t!
ROY
I thought this were only a question… where’d
all this come from?
CHRIS
Alright… alright, I’m
sorry, Roy.
ROY
And I’m sorry for saying I’d kill you.
CHRIS
Thank you…
ROY
So who is it… this friend you have to kill…?
CHRIS
Just… a guy I know.
ROY
What’s he like?
CHRIS
A bit of a shit… but his hearts in the right
place…
ROY
Sounds a bit like me…
CHRIS half heartedly
laughs, ROY picks up on this and slowly the realisation creeps across his face
as he finishes the BLT, with the last bite in his mouth once he finally
notices. A look of worry creeps up on his face.
ROY
When… uh… when was you gunna do it?
CHRIS
Dunno, maybe tomorrow… or Thursday… or Friday…
sometime this week…
ROY
Right… and… how are you gunna… do it?
CHRIS
Just a bullet… plain
and simple, you know?
ROY
Right… and you uh…
this was the boss right?
CHRIS
Yeah… (He slowly
realises ROY’s sudden interest and works out that he knows.)
ROY
Can you… uh pick up the bill… I gotta go?
(Standing up quickly and awkwardly)
CHRIS
(Fake smiling) Yeah- yeah sure.
ROY
Cheers, see you I
guess… (Leaves quickly.)
(CHRIS leaves a note
under his plate and stands to follow ROY.)
EXT. DAY. STREETS.
CHRIS follows ROY
down the road, pulling a pistol from his pocket or back of his trousers, ROY
does the same, both hide the guns from the others view and pretends they
haven’t seen one another. ROY goes down an alley, turns and aims for CHRIS, who
turns down the alley. Both open fire on one another, and both drop dead.
I think this script is definitely interesting and worth thinking about, essentially just a more dramatic version of Cigarette Break with a better pay off, it similarly relies on acting heavily, but would be fairly simplistic to film. In a way it is closely linked with Tight Jeans in that it is just a conversation, however there are higher stakes here. Again, worth revisiting and worth considering.
Good ideas, plenty you could develop. I'm not sure the bit on qualifications is needed - seems a bit irrelevant considering they're both working. I also wondered if the BLT might be a better murder weapon?
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