<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736015467369245255</id><updated>2011-08-22T04:24:57.488-07:00</updated><category term='script'/><title type='text'>idea for a TV show</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaforatvshow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736015467369245255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaforatvshow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>spleenal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336125968178475165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1069/874395855_75e392a9e1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736015467369245255.post-1329625409336130203</id><published>2007-12-12T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T05:02:35.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script'/><title type='text'>Screw up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ext. a field in summer a hot hazy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over by the dry stonewall there are two girls aged around six years old. Their fashions suggest that this is the seventies. One of the girls has a nasty graze on her knee, the other is looking at her with concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl 1&lt;br /&gt;Does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t you crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Will crying stop it from hurting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1 stares at Janet with a slightly worried expression on her face, then after a pause opens her mouth to say something…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black screen. The sound of a powerful engine running at really high revs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Screw up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;Fade from black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. A car – Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Baskey slowly wakes. It’s night. He is an upside down car strapped into his seat. His nose looks broken. He turns to his wife who is unconscious next to him in the passenger seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;Janet. Janet babes can you hear me? I think we crashed. Er, I, er I can’t see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast fade to black&lt;br /&gt;Fade from black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Uhh, Jan, Janet I think I passed out there. You need to wake up I, I c,can’t, er, I, sh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade to and from black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Shit, went again. Janet wake up. I can’t get out of this seatbelt I can’t see if Mandy’s alright. Mandy? Can you hear me darling? Ma..an..dyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade to and from black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John wakes up again its morning. There is a lot more light in the car but we can’t see out of the car because leaves are obscuring all the windows. The car has stopped revving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Jesus, It’s morning. How long was I out that time? Where the hell are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXT. above the car –day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car is surrounded be the leaves from a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera pulls out and away to show that the car is upside down in the top of a large tree. The tree is growing out of the bottom of a cliff face. Half way up the cliff face just above the top of the tree there is a road with a barrier. Near the tree the barrier is broken. A fast flowing river flows past the bottom of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Inside the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet Basky begins to stir. She groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Janet! Janet! Come on babe wake up, wake up please. I can’t see if Mandy’s alright. Can you see her? Janet!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Whu?... John?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Ha ha, oh thank god. Janet baby I’m really worried about Mandy. I can see her and I haven’t heard a… Janet? Stay awake. Janet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Wh… What happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I don’t remember. We must have crashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Is Mandy ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I can’t see. She’s right behind me. Can you see her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet turns her head. It seems like it hurts her to do so. She looks to Mandy. Mandy is sitting in her booster seat but there’s a branch covering her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;br /&gt;               There’s a branch in front of her face. I can’t see her. Mandy I’m coming darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet undoes her seat belt and falls to the ceiling. The car moves slightly. Some branches creek. Some branches start to snap. John looks Janet straight in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car tips out of the tree, falls in to the river and quickly sinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ext. The riverbank - day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet wakes with a gasp. There is a man knelling over her as if he had just given her mouth-to-mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;(Out of breath) Oh thank god I thought you were gone for a moment then. You weren’t breathing. I just did what they do on the TV. I guess it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My daughter. My husband. Where are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Er, I couldn’t see any one in the back. Couldn’t see anyone at all. It’s pitch black down there. And I couldn’t reach the thing to undo your husbands’ belt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;They’re dead then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet turns to look out over the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXT. A nice house on a quiet street, Well to do. Middle class. – Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: -“Two weeks later”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil a middle aged man in a business suit, carrying a box is standing waiting at the front door. Janet answers the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello, er, Phil is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes Janet. How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What’s this about? You do know about John? I got a card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes, Sorry, Er, we, er, well we cleared out Johns desk the other day and there were a few personal items, some photos, bits and bobs. You know, we just thought you should have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh right. Thank you, come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Janet’s living room - day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room looks like it came off the page in an Ikea catalogue. It’s obvious Janet and John had money and liked to show off their modern tastes. The house is a “lifestyle” It is however now in a mess, with mugs and glasses around the room empty pizza boxes and magazines here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil looks round there is wine and wine glasses on the coffee table. We pan up from there to see via a clock on the wall that it is only 10.30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you want some coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;     Er, no thanks, I can’t stop, you know how it is they really crack the whip over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, John always said his boss was a wanker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Er, actually I was his boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXT. Back outside the house - day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil gets in his expensive car and drives away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Inside Jeff comes down stairs. He isn’t wearing a top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;You were a bit harsh on him weren’t you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;        John always hated him. I didn’t see any point in lying about that now. Johns career is going nowhere now that he’s dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I think you need to get out of this house. What about going out to see a film one night? We could see a chick flick if you want I don’t mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My favourite film is fight club. I’m not really in to chick flicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Hey well that’s great action adventure it is. I think it will do you good to lose yourself in a film for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Janet picks up the bottle on the coffee table and fills up one of the glasses, and glides into the kitchen with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jesus, Janet it’s only ten thirty. Is it not a little early for that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;        Just because you’ve screwed me, doesn’t mean you get to tell me how to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;                   I care about you. I worry about you. Weren’t you saying that you were going back to work today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I work in A&amp;amp;E. Excuse me if I can’t face all that blood and death just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Have you thought any more about grief counselling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Right, and what do you think a grief counsellor is going to say about my screwing the guy I met as my husband and daughter were drowning. Good idea? Keep it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;You need to talk to someone, if you can’t talk to me maybe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Just leave it will you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;There are some things I can’t talk about. Some things I can’t ever speak out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Like what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Weren’t you listening? I said I couldn’t talk about it. Some things you can’t say out loud. Some things need to stay secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I’ve got a secret. A big one. If I tell you, you will hate me, and I could go to jail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;But I will tell you mine if you tell me yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;        Prison is nothing. Some times I think that if I say the words out loud I’ll go to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXT. Out side the back of the house looking in through the kitchen windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the viewfinder on a video camera the picture is shaky as if the camera is on full zoom. Janet’s voice can still be heard but it is distorted a tinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;                    I don’t care about your secrets. I don’t care about you. This isn’t a relationship. Go back to your wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXT. Looking through the bushes at the back of the garden towards the back of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen window, and Janet and Jeff inside. Half the shot is taken up by the back of some ones head. He has a camcorder up to his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mystery man&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all have our secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Back inside Janet’s kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Can I call you later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;    Why do you go on like this? What am I to you? What do you think this is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I don’t know, I worry about you that’s all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Wasn’t saving my life enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;The Native Americans say that if you save some ones life you are responsible for that life until they save yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes well neither one of us is a Native American Jeff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I still feel responsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You don’t need to fix me. I was broke long before we met. Long before the crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. The Living room in a small house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna sits on a beaten up couch starring into space. She looks sad. She may have been crying. Jeff comes in the front door and shouts to Anna who he presumes is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;               Hey there, baby doll, I’m back! Just let me take a piss will you. I’ve been on the road all morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff runs up stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;How was the conference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;(Shouts down from the bathroom) A waste of time honey. They don’t need me there. If they ask me next year, I’m just gonna say no (quietly to himself in the mirror) Do you know what you’re doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;(From the kitchen) Do you want a coffee or anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;(As he comes down stairs) oo yeah, love one. Do you remember how I like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Funny, you were only gone two nights. There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;So go on then what was it like? Anything useful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;No the main thing Terry wanted us to go to was this thing on efficiency. He loves all that crap, but it was all just really obvious stuff. Identifying bottlenecks, watching out for duplication of effort. Stuff everyone knows. Boring really. The bar was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Was there no scandal then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Well aren’t conferences were loads of people play away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Oh yeah there was loads of that. I ended up in a couple of orgies with Terry and Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! Liz off reception? Sounds great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;   Well what she lacks in looks and personal hygiene she makes up for in doing everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;   Right we need to stop this conversation now. I’ve got an image of you in between Terry and Liz and I don’t like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Anna settle down on the couch there’s a soap on the TV. Anna rests her head on Jeff’s chest. After a moment Anna lifts her head and looks at Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;       Jeff, while you were away, did you manage to think any more about a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jesus Anna! I haven’t even sat down yet and you start with this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;I know sorry, it’s just that you said that you’d…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Look, I’ve told you before. I don’t feel ready. I’ve only been gone two days. How much growing up do you think I can do in that time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;You’re 33 Jeff. You’re as grown up as you’re ever gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;   I just don’t think I’m father material that’s all. And I don’t feel like I’ve had enough fun yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;You can still have fun when you’re a dad you know. That doesn’t have to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;My dad never looked like he was having fun. He just seemed angry all the time. Shitty nappies and having no money doesn’t sound like fun to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do all that. I’ll change it feed it, look after it. It doesn’t have to change the way you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;We can’t afford it. We barely make ends meet as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;I know but…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;But nothing. We went over all this before I left for the conference Anna. There’s no sense in dragging it all out again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;I need a child Jeff. It’s like this ache in my gut you wouldn’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Look Roger is retiring in a couple of months and they’ll probably give his job to Martin, which means that there’ll be a opening for team leader if I get it. Then. Maybe. But if you do want me to get that job, I’ll have to suck up more. Work late all that crap, at least until I get the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXT. A country road - night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption “Two weeks ago” Janet and Johns car drives through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Inside the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I thought my mum looked well didn’t you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah she looks great…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I. Er, you know I think she has a boyfriend you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;What makes you think that? Something she said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;No, nothing like that, I just found a mans shirt in the washing basket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;What are you doing rooting around in my mum’s washing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; I wasn’t rooting around I just put a towel in with the washing that’s all and there it was on the top. A mans shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;You’re sure it wasn’t one of my dads old ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;No this was too small to be your dads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;How do you feel about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;             Er I don’t know, erm, good I think. I do worry about her being lonely. Why do you think she didn’t tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;                Dunno, maybe it’s early days, she’ll probably tell you if it ends up being something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;John yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you okay to drive john?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;     Yeah I’m fine, you have a sleep if you want we’re still a couple of hours from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Turning to look at Mandy in the back seat) Mandy’s dead to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Janet turns to face forward. Closes her eyes and goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Janet’s living room – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet wakes up on the couch. She looks at the clock, it’s 6.45. She looks at the box of John’s personal effects from his office and then lifts the lid on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Screw that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Janet closes the lid again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. A large hallway in an expensive home. Phil comes in through the front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil&lt;br /&gt;(Shouting to some one) Only me. (He looks in the living room no one is there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. The (very nice) kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl in a sixth form uniform is sitting on a barstool at the island in the middle of the kitchen flicking through a gossip magazine. Phil looks at her for a little too long before snapping out of his gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Hello Shelly, How was school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know. How was work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;                         Oh you know. Have you eaten? I could get us some pizza. It might make a nice change from Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner at Sandra’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh, right. Er, Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil looks at Shelly as she flicks through her magazine for a while. Shelly sees him looking at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shelly&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You look like your mum, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly&lt;br /&gt;Aw you miss her don’t you, come here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly gives Phil a big hug but Phil quickly recoils from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shelly&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you get your self a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I’ve got no time for that. And anyway where the hell do you start at my age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you get your self a nice sexy new PA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Shelly! I can’t believe you! I’m not having this conversation with you, and besides Margaret is very good at her job. I can’t just get rid of her in favour of some bimbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly&lt;br /&gt;Yes but she does have a bit of a facial hair thing too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Right that’s it you and I are not talking about this any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Jeff and Anna’s home. The hallway - day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff has his coat on and is opening the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;You’re going out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Yeah. Just for a drink with Carl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;But you just got back today. I missed you. I thought that we could…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;This is why I’m unsure about the whole kids thing. I still want a life you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, you’re right. Sorry. You probably need some fun after that conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I won’t be too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Int. Janet’s kitchen. A summers day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen is spotless, not at all like we saw it earlier. Janet stands chopping carrots. There is a sudden crash sound from another room and Janet stops chopping but just looks straight ahead at the wall cupboards. A child starts crying but Janet does not respond. Mandy then comes running into the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mandy&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet suddenly snaps out of her gaze and attends to her daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Aw, what’s the matter poppet? Did you hurt your self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy&lt;br /&gt;It was the chair the chair did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well it’s a naughty chair then where does it hurt? Let mummy kiss it better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; INT. Janet’s home - evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet is sitting on the couch watch television, a wine. Glass in her hand the doorbell rings. She snaps out of her daydream and goes to answer it, it’s Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought you weren’t coming round tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I know but she was doing my head in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You’re taking too many risks. She’ll get suspicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I don’t care anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You need to start caring. If she kicks you out you are not moving in here. My husband’s only been dead two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I’m sorry but I don’t feel like this when I’m with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Get a grip Jeff. You don’t know me. You don’t know me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I know you’re not like Anna. She’s so clingy and needy. I can’t breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;All this talk about your wife is a real turn on for me you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Right sorry. Is there any drink left in this place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later half a bottle of wine sits on the coffee table next to the box of John’s things from the office. Jeff and Janet sit behind it on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Is that John’s stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Leans forward and opens the box) Yeah I don’t know what they expect me to do with his post its and…Palm pilot? I didn’t know he had this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Aw cool. I seen these. It’s like a pocket pc. You can do anything on these. E-mail, camera, video, Internet, the lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, but why hide it from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Well, it wasn’t hidden. It’s just in his work stuff. He probably used it only for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;His job never left the office. Why would he need something so portable? Let me see it… It’s full of e-mails from women, Jo, Kristy, Katie, Saska, Becky, it’s all just girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;There’s a lot from this “Saskia”, “cum fuk me”, “wet 4 u”… Shit! The fuckin bastard was cheating on me. But how did he get so many girls? Where did he find the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Let me have a look at that… Yeah, thought so. He’s been using a load of fuck buddy sites. All of them by the looks of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What the hell’s a fuck buddy site?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Er, well if all you want is sex. No strings attached, all you have to do is go on one of these sites, and hook up with someone else who’s up for the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What and women use these sites too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Well it wouldn’t really work if it were all just men using it would it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What kind of woman just puts her self out there like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Well let’s find out. There’s a video file here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Play it then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Are you sure you want to see this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Just play it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Saskia’s bedroom – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image is poor quality, pixelated shot in a first person perspective. A smallish messy bedroom. On the bed a young bleached blonde girl is kneeling she is in her underwear, smiling at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;Go on then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;Show us some stuff then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Like what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;Come on don’t get shy on me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;(Pulling her bra to one side to expose a nipple) Is this what you want to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. What else you got baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;(Joking) How’d you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;Shit girl! Have you never seen a porno or anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Oh right. Do you want me to squeeze my tits while I masturbate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah! Do that, do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I don’t think girls actually do that in real life. I know I don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;If I was interested in real life I would be back home with the wife wouldn’t I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Janet’s living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Are you alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Er, I don’t know. I, er, I never knew him did I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Look whatever happened it happened in the past. I don’t think there’s any point in…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mail her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I can’t just leave this. We were together for ten years, and I don’t think I knew him at all… and when I come to think about it, he didn’t know me either. Send her a mail arrange a date. They are still called dates aren’t they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Why? What would you get out of that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You can ask her what he was like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Ask her your self!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;She’s gonna run a mile if I turn up some place and say “You used to screw my husband. What was he like?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What do you expect me to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Meet her, pretend you were his friend tell or something her he’s dead ask her what he was like with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;She’s not in this for depressing conversations about dead guys. She’s in it for the sex. That’s all she wants. It’s what no strings means. That’s what she’ll be expecting. Am I meant to say let’s not do it, let’s talk about my dead friend instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well screw her first then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What’s the problem? She’s beautiful isn’t she? Why wouldn’t you want to screw her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I’m with you, that’s why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You’re seeing me behind your wife’s back. What’s the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I can’t believe you! Since when does any normal woman ask her boyfriend to sleep with another woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;“Boyfriend”? Is that what you think you are?... sorry… look I know it’s weird, but I was with this man for ten years. Married for six of those. We had a child together, but it looks like I didn’t know him. I didn’t know him at all. And he never knew the real me either. I need to know who he was. If the real him would have understood the real me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean the real you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I’ll tell you one day. Are you going to do this thing for me or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;It’s too weird. Too mechanical. Where’s the emotion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been asking that all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Stupid idea I know. Sorry. Come on, let’s fool around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Finally you’ve started talking sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Taking her t-shirt off) do you want something to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Sure why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet and Jeff fool around on the sofa, they drink, make love, drink some more. Jeff is getting drunk, but Janet doesn’t seem to. During their horseplay Janet takes Jeff’s photo. Jeff falls asleep but Janet stays awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Morning Anna and Jeff’s living room&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff is lying on the sofa with his coat over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What time did you get in last night? And why are you sleeping down here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I didn’t want to wake you. I got in at one I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to bed at half one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jesus, I don’t know the exact time. I was pissed, it was Mike’s fault. He drinks like a fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were going out with Carl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;For gods sake! Who are you, Colombo? Mike was there too, okay? It was a lads night out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Do you want some breakfast or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Yes thanks you’re an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Look I’m sorry for being so weird. I’ve just got a lot to work through that’s all. What did you do last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Same thing I did when you were at the conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Soaps, chick flicks and wine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. A small gift shop – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saska stands behind the till. She’s staring into space. The camera slowly closes in on her face. She looks very bored.&lt;br /&gt;The place deals mainly in greetings cards. A man comes to the till with a small greetings card in his hand. The card says “Happy birthday, my beautiful wife”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man&lt;br /&gt;How much is this there’s no price on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;There should be a code on the back of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Yeah here it is JJ… that will be two ninety five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man&lt;br /&gt;Oh. It’s not very big for three quid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It’s got glitter on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but still, you can get a magazine for like 50p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The man goes back to the card display, picks another card, and hands it to Saskia. The card reads “happy birthday to a very special someone”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;That one is 60p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. A dimly lit bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is not trendy, or busy. Jeff is waiting at the bar sipping a beer. Wearing a black plastic raincoat Janet comes in and walks up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey there big guy, been waiting long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;No, no, you want a drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;It feels weird being in a bar with you, dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Is that why you’re wearing that stupid coat? You look like you’re in disguise or something. We’re out in the middle of nowhere here don’t worry about it. Anyway, isn’t it exciting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;A little I guess. How have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you for ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It’s only been a week. We needed to cool it anyway. YOU needed to cool it. We don’t want your wife getting suspicious do we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;No I guess not. (To barmaid) er vodka and orange please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Double, make that a double.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;So how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;No really. How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Fine, I’m fine, how are things with your wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Well I’m here aren’t I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone walks in through the door. Jeff looks to check who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Relax will you. Who does Anna know who would come here? They even have strippers here on Tuesdays and Thursdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Yeah, I know I clocked the sign when I came in. how did you know about this place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;She suggested it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saska is standing in the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jesus! What have you done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I sent her your photo. She suggested meeting here first. You’re a friend of Johns he vouched for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;How? He’s dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I pretended to be him. I used his phone thing. Then I pretended to be you on my laptop. It was easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;You’re fucking crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I can’t do it myself can I? I looked back through the mails, she doesn’t like girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What am I supposed to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Just be cool. She’s coming over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hi, Jeff right? Glad to see your photo didn’t lie. Who’s your friend? I thought you’d be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh don’t worry about me. I was just leaving. Have fun you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Who’s she to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I haven’t a fucking clue anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Only, the way you were arguing before I came over, you seemed married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You’re chatty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Sorry do you want a drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Double vodka and orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over in a dark corner of the pub a man sits with a baseball cap pulled down low to obscure his face. His coat is draped over the table in front of him next to his pint of beer upon closer inspection we can see that there is a video camera under the coat filming Jeff, Anna, and Saskia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Int. A squalid little room, perhaps in a disused factory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room contains a desk a plastic chair, a filing cabinet and a mattress. Oliver sits on the mattress rolling a joint. The door opens and two men walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, shit Chris you scared me there. I was er, I was just gonna come see you actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thug&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing here then? Why aren’t you sitting in your usual shit hole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;(Craning his neck to see round the thug) Chris, mate, what’s this guy here for? Once I got it all together I was going to bring it round I was you don’t need this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thug&lt;br /&gt;You lost the right to call him Chris when you started fucking him around. Do you know how we found you? Do you know who gave you up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thug&lt;br /&gt;The first person we talked to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Er, right. I er don’t know what to do with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thug&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows you’re a dead man Olly everyone knows that except maybe you.&lt;br /&gt;Try to imagine yourself lying in a box way down in a hole. Your dear old mum crying her eyes out six feet above you. You’re there now mate, sorry to say.&lt;br /&gt;I can get you out of there though all you need to do is give Mr dryer his money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Int. Back in the pub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same night. Jeff and Saska are now sitting at a table possibly a booth. Saska has her vodka. Jeff is visibly nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;So why do you do this? Isn’t it dangerous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You’re doing it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Yeah, looks like it doesn’t it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;There’s a photo of you on my computer. You don’t know where else it could be either. You know that if anything happens to me they’ll find your picture. So it’s as safe it could be I guess. Having said that if it was properly safe I probably wouldn’t be doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Is that it then? The danger, is that why you do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It’s a nice little extra, but mainly it’s sex. It’s nice to have a lot of sex. I find almost every other pass time very boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What about diseases?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jesus Christ Jeff who the fuck are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What? What do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You get your mate to set you up with some no strings net slut. Then you’re all like “it’s not safe, what about this? What about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Mate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;John, who else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;John’s dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;He’s what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Car crash. They think he fell asleep at the wheel. There weren’t any skid marks on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;He only mailed me on, what, like Thursday or something. Is that why you’re being so weird? Why you don’t seem that into it. Most guys are trying to get me into the toilets by now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Er, yeah. I guess so, we weren’t that close, but, you know. Anyway I thought I should tell you in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What do you think John would have wanted you to do? Sit in silence or take me home and fuck my brains out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Saskia’s living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Saska have sex. Later they lie on the sofa and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;So what was John like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;He was your friend wasn’t he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Yeah but I don’t think I ever really knew him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Right well. I guess John was a bit more like my type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;How’d you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You’re too nice. John wasn’t that nice at all. A proper bastard I suppose. He wasn’t cruel or nasty, or anything but he was like this cocky arrogant son of a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;And that’s attractive is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hell yes. If you ever read my blog you’d know I like bastards. They’re good for sex, just don’t live with them. John had this way of talking to you. He’d tell you to do something and not doing it wouldn’t really enter your head. Sorry Jeff but you’re too concerned with what I want and even when you don’t say please there’s like this silent please hanging there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Yeah “10 000 fires” it’s like an on line diary of my sexploits. Don’t worry It’s all anonymous. I just use an initial for the guy. I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you though. You have the same initial as John.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Just call me “too nice guy”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Jeff’s office – Morning/INT. Janet’s home - morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff is in an open plan office. He tries hard to not be heard making a personal call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet is in the kitchen pouring a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;She said he was a bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Why, what did he do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Nothing much, I don’t think. It was just his attitude, he never gave a shit about her feelings. Just did what he liked. She called him arrogant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And she liked that about him did she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Er, I suppose so. Was that what he was like with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;No, nothing like that at all, he wasn’t a walkover or anything he stood his ground but, you know, he was considerate. Loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Right, well, anyway, I can’t do it again. It turns out I’m not her type. You don’t get asked back if you’re not right. I left my coat there, but I’m gonna write that off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We’ll talk later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jeff hangs up and remembers the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Saskia’s flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Saska lie on the bed after having had sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;You never really told me why you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Yes I did. It’s boredom. My job is like really, really boring and pretty much every thing people do or say is, well, boring too. Everything that everyone’s in to is dead small and domestic, and doesn’t matter… I’m bored to tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Maybe you should try jumping out of planes or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Nope, fuckin’ strangers does just great for me. You should go now. I enjoyed myself I really did, but this was just a one-night thing. Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Erm, okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Saskia’s shop - day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close up on Saska. She doesn’t look bored. She looks afraid. The camera pulls back to reveal that a gun is being pointed at her. The camera continues to pull back until the man holding the gun can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Come on! Fill the bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saska is scared, but attracted, and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Too slow bitch, come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She fills the bag, and Oliver runs out with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay Katie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saska is trying not to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Janet’s living room/Jeff’s hallway – Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet answers the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Hey there, you okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Fine, I’m fine. Where are you calling from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Home, but it’s okay, she’s in the bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You need to cool it Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I just need to know that nothing’s changed between us after, you know, what I did for you with that girl. I did it for you, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What is it you think we have exactly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Well, you know, er, a thing. We still have a thing don’t we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A thing? Look Jeff I’m sorry. We have nothing. We never did. You are married, remember that. I was just using you to get over John and Mandy… sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I don’t believe this. You’re dumping me after what I did for you? You bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes. That’s right. A cold hearted bitch. You should be with someone nice. Like er, oh I don’t know… your wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I don’t want her. I want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything you want from me I can’t give you. I’m incapable. Everything you want from me your wife is desperate to give you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Look maybe things have gone a bit too quickly and we should cool it a bit. Maybe we should leave it for a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet (into phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve wasted the last ten years of my life. I’ll not waste a moment more pretending to be something I’m not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet hangs up, leaving Jeff holding the phone. Whilst he is holding the phone Anna enters the room drying her hair with a towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Who was that on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes the towel off her head to look at Jeff but he’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Int. Back in Janet’s house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet stares into space remembering something…&lt;br /&gt;The six year old Janet (limping slightly due to her grazed knee) comes into the a back garden from the side of the large semi-detached house. She sees her mother doing some gardening at the far end of the garden. Janet is not at all upset. Then suddenly as if a switch were flicked on she starts to cry loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mummy, mummy! I hurt my knee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;br /&gt;Oh Janet poppet, let me see, oh dear does it hurt? How did you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I fell, make it better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet snaps out of her daydream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXT. Outside Saskia’s flat – evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff is leaning into the intercom. Trying to hear Saskia’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia (through intercom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I thought I told you a return visit was by appointment only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I know, I know, but I’m not here for any sex or anything. I need your help. I, er. I need some tips on. Erm. Can I not come in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia (through intercom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Help you how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;It’s embarrassing. Can I not tell you inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Tell me not or you’re not coming in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I can’t believe I’m gonna say this… I’m in love with a real bitch but she doesn’t love me. Can you show me how to be a bastard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Saskia’s living room – evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I’m only doing this because I think it will make good material for my blog. It’s been getting a bit samey recently, and I hope to turn it into a book some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Erm, right well I’m happy I could help. I read your blog at work. Thanks for being so, er…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Kind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Er, yeah, whatever, do you think you can help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What do you want a bitch for? I mean a bitch is a bitch. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I don’t want nice. It’s boring. You understand boring don’t you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I understand that just fine, but you can’t fake being a bastard. It’s in you or it’s not. And if it’s not in you then I can’t bring it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;It is in me though, I’m married…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;To the woman in the bar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;No she’s the bitch. I’m a bastard to my wife. I treat her like shit. I really do. But when I’m with the Janet I’m like this whole other person I don’t even recognize. I melt. I know it sounds corny but it’s true. How can I stand up to her? I love her and want to do anything she wants, save for this one last thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What’s that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Leave her alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So you show love by doing what ever she wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;How else do you show it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It’s pointless trying to give a woman what she wants because the list is endless give her what she needs instead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What does she need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;How the hell do I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Okay then lets start…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;She doesn’t deserve your love. Show her you don’t need her. A strong man doesn’t need a woman. Women need men. Women want what they can’t have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;This is all so sexist and unbelievably unPC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I’m like some net slut or something. You want politically correct, go somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Don’t women want nice kind men, who show emotions? You know, new men?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I don’t know some need something else. The idea of a man who moisturises leaves me cold. Come on, stand up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jeff stands up and they face each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Right. Now tell me to sit down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Er, sit down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Er? Er, sit down? Never say er. It makes it sound like not sitting down is an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Sit down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Shit Jeff. You’re only gonna have one crack at this. If you don’t go in there and fuck her straight off then you’ve blown it. You need to go round and fuck her. She needs to want you. After you’ve gone she can wish she’d never let you, but at the time it need to feel like the thing to do. That starts with a girl doing what she’s told now tell me to sit down like not doing it isn’t an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;(Shouting) SIT DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ha, ha, ha, who the fuck are you? Don’t shout. Shouting makes you sound angry, anger is an emotion. Don’t show too much emotion. We’re only going for slightly pissed off okay? Yeah actually, try to act a little bit pissed off. But never anything more. Unless we’re having sex, and that’s not going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Er, right. Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Now tell me to sit like I’m a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Ha, ha, I can’t believe you! This is so out of order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Come on a female dog is a bitch. Tell me to sit like it’s a thing that’s just gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Okay, er…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;NO “er”. Come on you’re the one with the power use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Sit down, we need to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saskia sits down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;br /&gt;Much better, hey look at me I’m sitting down!.. Okay, so you come in, the first thing she does is something you told her to do. Like a good girl. You need to keep on down that same road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff sits down next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia (cont’d)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! What are you doing don’t come down to my level. She needs to be looking up at you. You need to be looking down on her. It’s all psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff stands up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Right, so what do you say now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Er… I haven’t a clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ha, ha, you’re useless! Just like how you told me to sit, tell me what I think and feel, and why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;How do I know what Janet is thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You don’t but she’s a woman so neither does she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Are you from the seventies or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You need to take control. Tell her what she thinks and feels and make up good reasons why. If you take charge enough she’ll believe you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I can’t think of what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;We’ll just spin on for now and go straight to the kiss. You’ve said what you’ve said. Try to make it a bit confusing so she needs time to think about what you’ve said. But don’t give her that time. Then you kiss her…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXT. Outside Janet’s house – night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s raining heavily. Jeff is at the door. Janet answers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought I told you we were over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Let me in, this is important. I’m getting soaked here. I left my coat at Saskia’s again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What do you mean again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Nothing just let me in Janet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Janet’s living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Sit down, we need to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet remains standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Sit down. It’s important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;No. What do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;For fucks sake, can’t you just sit down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What’s you’re problem Jeff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jesus! I’m not the one with the problem. The reason why you’re such a bitch is because for the last ten years you’ve…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You haven’t got a fuckin’ clue why I am the way I am. What is it? You think I’ve got low self-esteem? I push you away because I don’t deserve you? Is that it? Or am I just angry with John and Mandy for dieing? Or I need to be faithful to his memory. Or it could be survivor guilt? Maybe I think I should have died instead of them. You’ve got no idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;EXT. Outside Saskia’s flat – night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver (the man who robbed her at gun point earlier) is talking to Saskia through the intercom. It’s raining heavily and Oliver is getting soaked, as he has no coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia (through intercom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I thought we were clear on this Oliver. You don’t come round unannounced. I could have anyone here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Just let me in Saskia. I’m getting pissed on here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Saskia’s flat - night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You’re lucky I got nothing doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;I need to borrow some money Sassy baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What! No way man! Who the hell do you think I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Come on girl, I thought we was friends, friends lend friends money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Not this friend. I’m your fuck friend. Your money friend, I don’t know that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;I’m not joking here, I need three grand real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jesus Christ! I thought you needed, like, twenty quid or something. No and no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Janet’s house, the living room - night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Well tell me then! Come on tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I can’t love! Okay, I can’t love, I just can’t do it. It’s not in me. When I was a kid I felt no love for my parents, not for my brother, not for the cat or the fish. I never felt any love for ant of my friends or boyfriends or John when he came along. I knew it wasn’t normal so I just pretended to love people to fit in. one of my earliest memories is running to my mother when I hurt my knee and asking to have it kissed better, not because I wanted comfort from her but because that’s what other kids did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;So you never felt anything for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;John?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;No but I screwed him anyway, because I enjoy sex, I can pretty much do that with anyone. The only thing different with John was that there never seemed to be a good enough reason to leave him. And he looked like he was going to be rich. So when he proposed I accepted. Eventually I fell pregnant, and I thought maybe this would change something in me. I don’t know turn a switch on or something. Maybe I would love my baby, but I didn’t. (pause) Little baby Mandy, as cute as a button, with the face of an angel, and I never felt a thing for her. I just acted like I did, and it was a good act. Then when they died the only thing I felt was relief. I was old enough to stop the bullshit and maybe be who I wanted to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;So what am I to you then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I told you, I like sex. I thought that seeing as you were already married you would be happy with just getting extra sex. That you wouldn’t want anything more. I don’t want a relationship I just want to fuck and drink. Most men would think that it was Christmas, but not you. You come with all that hearts and flowers bullshit that I’ve been trying to get away from all my life. (Pause) So what’s you’re secret then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You once told me you had a deep dark secret. That if I tell you mine you’ll tell me yours. So what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Saskia’s flat - night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What the hell do you need three grand for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;I owe it Chris Dryer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You told me you were clear! You said you got enough from the shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;I only paid off half. I bought some more gear with the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Right but that would mean that you only owed, what, a grand or something. How’s that end up being three?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;It’s not cheep stuff you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Shit oily, I thought you said you were getting methadone or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;That shit’s crap the Diazepam’s good if you can’t get to sleep but methadone just feels like some low fat caffeine free crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It’s not meant to give you the exact same high you idiot it’s supposed to… oh you know what… forget it. It was exciting at first. Being with a criminal, but the more time I spend with you the more and more middle class you seem. I mean, how many junky thieves are called Oliver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;You’re really pissing me off here, Saskia, if Chris doesn’t get his money I’m fucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Well I haven’t got it. I’m not like a bank or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Then we need to rob the shop again then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You’ll not get three grand off the shop! It’s not fuckin’ Harrods you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;I know that, but it will buy me some time, time to sort myself out, maybe sell some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What stuff? You’ve got nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;I’m not joking here! He’s gonna fuckin’ kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Janet’s house - night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well? Come on then, what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;… It was me…. It was my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;The crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Saskia’s flat – night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver is searching through Saskia’s kitchen drawers and cupboards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I told you I’ve got nothing. No hidden money, nothing worth selling. Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Don’t bullshit me Sas’ you’ve got to have something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver pulls a knife out of the knife block on the kitchen surface and points it at Saskia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Come on, where is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Fuck off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oliver slashes Saskia across the neck with the knife, blood pours out of the wound and she drops to the floor dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Int. Janet’s house - night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I was going home from the pub… I’d had too much to drink but I thought I was fine, but, but I guess I wasn’t… I took a corner too wide and ended up on the wrong side… your side. I think John swerved to avoid me. I heard a crash, but it was dark and I didn’t see anything. I stayed on the road and kept on going… in the morning it seemed like a dream. I wasn’t sure if it had happened or not. So I drove up there to see… there was this hole in the barrier on that corner, but that was it. No police, no ambulance, nothing. I looked out over the edge and there was your car. Up a fucking tree for gods sake! Then as I was looking at it tipped out of the tree and fell in the river. I couldn’t believe it. It had waited there all night, until I turned up. That has to mean something doesn’t it? (Pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I was meant to save you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;INT. Saskia’s flat. The kitchen – night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saskia is lying on the floor dead with her throat cut. Oliver is standing over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. Shit man, shit. Shit, shit, shit! You stupid bitch! Bitch! This is bad. Bad, bad, bad. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver runs out, not locking the door behind, him taking the knife with him. A few moments pass before Phil creeps in carrying his camera, filming everything as he goes. He stands over Saskia in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Well this is an unexpected plot development Saskia. You were a pretty interesting character. I knew you would be when I read your mails on John’s phone, and I must say I’ll miss the blog too. I caught all the drama you’ll be glad to know. Lucky you live on the ground floor. (He turns off the camera)… can we talk? I don’t have anyone to really talk to, you know, about stuff. I think the best hobbies get you out of the house, but this hobby of mine can be pretty lonely at times, following people round with a camera. What do you think?... Don’t get me wrong, I feel a connection with the subject, but sometimes you need to talk… You never met my wife did you? I was very much in awe of her you know. Worshiped her I guess you could say… we used to talk a lot. Most couple run out of conversation eventually. Not us though… I used to just watch her too you know. When she wasn’t looking… so beautiful… But then she died… and I started watching my daughter instead. She does look like her mother. Well the less said about that the better. I watch others instead now. I find it stops me watching Shelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I see myself as a documentary filmmaker, but as a documentary filmmaker you present me with a problem. What do I do with you? We’re not supposed to interfere in the lives of the subject matter, but then again you now don’t have a life. Sending my tape to the cops would raise too many questions, and an anonymous phone call would just end this story here. The cops will come and…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front door opens again and Phil quickly stands besides the fridge so he can’t be seen from the entrance to the kitchen. Oliver comes back into the flat, dripping wet from the rain. Phil switches on his camera again.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver turns Saskia’s computer on by pressing the on button with a pencil he goes on the net and opens up Saskia’s blog page. Through Phil’s camera in the kitchen we see Oliver logging in and using passwords that are written on a post-it note stuck to the monitor. He types using the unsharpened ends of two pencils.&lt;br /&gt;He is adding to Saskia’s blog.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver then puts the computer on standby and leaves taking the pencils and the post-it note with him. On the way out he spots Jeff’s coat and takes it&lt;br /&gt;Phil comes out of the kitchen and wakes up the computer with another pencil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It looks like Oliver has edited himself out of your blog Saskia. There’s also some new stuff here pertaining to be from you… er I’ll read you some. He’s added to that little schooling session you and Jeff had…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;“I made the mistake of laughing at 2nice guy, and it turns out that he’s not nice at all. It’s all just repressed anger. He went for me saying something like “I’ll show you what a real man can do.” And tried to rape me. I pushed him off and he ran out the door. I don’t think he’ll be back. I’ll give a better account of what happened in a couple of days when I’m feeling calmer.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh that’s pretty good as a frame up. The original post was yesterday and he just amended it there doesn’t look as if there’s a time index on amendments. He’s deleted the comments too. Very clever for a junkie. Looks like Jeff might go down for this. Unless I do something, but what? Got any ideas Saskia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; INT. Janet’s house – night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Save me! Save me! You were the one who put me there in the first place. You killed my family you bastard! Get out! Get out! Get out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I’m sorry it was my mistake, I’m sorry, but I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You’re sick, get out before I call the cops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Didn’t any of what we did mean anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes it means you’re a sick bastard that’s all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jeff leaves Janet throws a glass tumbler at him. It hits him on the head above the eye, doesn’t break but does leave a mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Jeff and Anna’s house – night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff comes in and goes to the kitchen. Anna leaves the living room and follows him in to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What is it Jeff, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting so weird since I said I wanted a baby. I was... what did you do to your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Nothing just caught it on the car getting into it just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Right, er, I was angry when you just walked out before while I was having a bath but I realised that it’s all about fear isn’t it. I know it’s a big step, having kids but I really think you’ll be a great…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I don’t want a baby because I don’t love you, you bitch!... I’m sorry but it’s over. I should have said earlier. I’ve been wasting your time, our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Is there another woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Saskia’s flat – morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saskia is still lying on the kitchen floor a CID officer is standing over her. The flat is full of forensic detectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Not a robbery. Nothing missing. No signs of a struggle. So she knew him. Boyfriend maybe? The knife missing from the knife block tells me that was the weapon. Shame really nice looking bit of stuff… (To cop 2 at the computer). Leave that. Let the nerds deal with. Knowing you you’ll wipe the hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;I know what I’m doing, I’m not you, you know. It was left on standby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Bad for the environment sure, but not enough to get your throat slit surly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop2&lt;br /&gt;She had a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;What’s a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;You really are an old bastard aren’t you. Mostly, blogs are like on line diaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Oh a diary, I like it when they make it easy for you. So what’s the name of the dreamboat that butchered her in the kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, er, everything’s in code all the guys are just initials. J, F, R,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Right so not entirely easy but it’s a start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop2&lt;br /&gt;It might not be that easy. There’s loads of guys here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;How many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;it looks like she was trying to collect an alphabet here.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus! You have to read some of this. She was up for anything. Where was she when I was looking for a wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Just read the last entry will you. What does it say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;Er, there’s this one guy here who doesn’t get a initial “too nice guy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance will you there’s a lot to read here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Was “too nice” to good to be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop2&lt;br /&gt;Looks that way. She says here that he tried to rape her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop1&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong I like things to be simple, but this feels too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is that simple, and that easy. Maybe there’s a mail from “too nice guy” in her mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Just leave it will you. Let the nerds do it. I don’t trust these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Phil’s garage – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil sits in his car reviewing his tapes. The first argument between Janet and Jeff. Following Jeff to the bar where he met up with Saskia. The sex with Saskia. Saskia’s murder. Phil sits back in his seat and thinks about what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXT. Outside Janet’s house – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1, and Cop 2 are at the door. Janet answers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes can I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Yes, hopefully ma’am (They show their warrant cards). Is Jeff in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeff? Er, no, we’re not, er, connected any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1 and 2 look at each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Can we come in miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Janet’s living room – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cop 1 and 2 sit on one sofa while Janet sits on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop1&lt;br /&gt;We’re looking in to an e-mail Jeff sent from this address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Right, er, I don’t know much about that. (Sigh) My husband recently died and I started an affair with Jeff almost immediately, I was lonely I think. It was wrong I know but I’ve never been alone before. He discovered that my husband had been having affairs for years behind my back. Lots of different girls but one in particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the other girls name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Er. Yes. Saskia. She’s like this Internet slut who’ll screw any guy who sends her an e-mail. It seems Anna and I weren’t enough for Jeff and he sent this Saskia woman a mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Who’s Anna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeff’s wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Cop 1 and 2’s car outside Janet’s house - day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;This guy’s got some balls hasn’t he? Screwin’ his mistresses dead husbands mistress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha! I know and you said this was going to be simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Jeff’s office – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young, nervous looking girl comes up to Jeff followed by Cop 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl&lt;br /&gt;Er, Jeff, the, er, police are here to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. A private office, possibly used for meetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What’s this about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;It’s about Katie Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Sorry, I’ve never heard that name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Also known as Saskia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Ah, right, look, as far as I’m concerned I’ve done nothing illegal. No money changed hands I didn’t pay for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;Are you saying she was a prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;No, not at all I’m just saying that… was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1 gives Cop 2 a disapproving look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Oliver’s dirty messy squat – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver is lying on a mattress on the floor still wearing the coat. A packet of diazepam lies on the floor next to him. A man sits on the only chair in the room watching him sleep. He is wearing a pair of surgical rubber gloves. Oliver wakes up and sees the man and sits up with a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Shit! (Nervous laugh) ha, ha, shit Chris you scared the shit out of me there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris doesn’t speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;You’re here for the money right? I er, I’m sorry man, I really am but I don’t have it all just yet. I’ve got a couple of things I’m working on and they, er; they just need a little more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris doesn’t speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;All I need is one more week, you know just to bring things together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris doesn’t speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad you came round actually, I was thinking to myself that maybe, you know, I could maybe work it off. The er, debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris doesn’t speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Don’t just dismiss it out of hand there must be loads of things a guy like you needs doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris doesn’t speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;(Nervous laugh) ha, ha, come on Chris man let me get a word in edgeways here will you?... what are the gloves for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris doesn’t speak, but looks down to the kitchen knife and smiles. Oliver follows his gaze. Sees the knife and lunges for it. Chris gets there first, there is a short struggle before Chris pushes the knife into Oliver’s chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Phil’s car – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil re-watches Saskia’s murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Janet’s house – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet is on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;… It’s just that the way the two officers spoke about him made me worry. What shall I do if he comes back?... oh I see. Can you tell me what he was arrested for?.. No, I understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; INT. police interview room - day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Just call her, call Janet, she’ll tell you I was at her place at then. I couldn’t have been on the other side of town at the exact same time. She’ll remember it, we broke up then… that’s when we broke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Why did you break up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;That’s private. It doesn’t matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn’t matter that much, why not tell us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;It’s complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Jeff and Anna’s house – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna is sitting on the couch. She looks sad. The doorbell rings and she gets up to answer it. She opens the door but there is no one there. As she closes the door she notices an envelope on the welcome mat. The envelope has “for the wife of Jeff Hollander” written on it. Anna opens the envelope and finds a DVD inside. She puts the DVD in the machine and is shocked to witness Saskia’s murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXT. Phil films Anna’s reaction as she watches the DVD from a vantage point in the back garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Police interview room - day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;No, I’m not saying that, we did have sex, but this thing you said… about her teaching me to be more of a man. That sort of happened but I was just after tips on how to talk to Janet. That was it. I didn’t try to rape her or anything and I didn’t kill her either. Haven’t you talked to Janet yet? I was there. Once you talk to her you can stop wasting your time with me and find the real guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;We did talk to Janet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Well why am I still here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;She said the break up you describe in such detail happened the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;That can’t be right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be honest with you Jeff. She gave her reasons for the spilt and as personal as it all was there did seem like there was something she was holding back. Can you think what that might be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;All I know is that I didn’t kill that girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get that mark above your eye? That looks like it must have hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I caught it on the car when I was getting in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;You misjudged how low you had to duck your head. Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;You must have been piling into that car at some speed to actually make a mark like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;It’s unfortunate that you did that at the same time Saskia wrote in her on-line diary that she had to fight you off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I wasn’t there. It wasn’t me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;Just someone she thought was you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;I got into body language for a while Jeff, went on a course, read a book…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;There was even this two disk DVD thing he tried to get me to borrow once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Yes, well all very interesting stuff. We can choose what we say out loud, but it’s much harder to choose what we say with our bodies. You say you are innocent Jeff, but your body language tells me you’re guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Don’t we all have things we feel guilty for? Don’t we all carry around a bag full of regrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;Right Jeff mate you are really bringing me down here. How about we send you back to the cells for a while so you can think about emptying out your bag of regrets all over this table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. A hallway in the police station – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cops 1 and 2 stand in front of the coffee machine getting coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;So you’re the expert in “body language” he do it or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop1&lt;br /&gt;All I can tell is that he did something. Something he feels guilty about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;Something worse than screwing around behind his wife’s back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;That all depends on his morals doesn’t it. He might think it a mortal sin, or no big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Charge him. Process him, and let a jury decide on whether or not he’s guilty. If he can’t tell us the truth, fuck him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Prison/A hospital corridor - day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff is on a call phone on one of the wings a queue of intimidating men stand behind him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet is on her mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Janet, Janet, don’t hang up, please. What are you doing, you’ve got to help me. You know I didn’t kill that girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You’ve been charged with murder. Isn’t that true? Didn’t you actually kill two people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;That was an accident. You know that, and I’m sorry I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Then why haven’t you told the police all about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Why do you care? You said you felt nothing for them. Why do you want justice for them so badly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve lived my entire life pretending to be the person I wish I were. Watching how people show love and copying that. Just to fit in. when my cat died I cried, cried my eyes out. I wasn’t sad but I needed to show people how normal I was. I became an actress, a good one. Always thinking, “what would Janet do here?” Like “Janet” was a fictional character. The trouble is Janet is flawed. She can’t rise above this. She needs vengeance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. The hospital corridor – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet closes her phone and stairs out into space. Her husband John is standing behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;You really are a cold-hearted bitch aren’t you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m angry that I spent my life living a lie. Someone has to pay for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I did love you, you know that don’t you. Those other women didn’t mean anything to me. They were like… sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I don’t care about the women. Who knows, if we’d known who each other were, maybe I could have joined in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Wow! I think I love you even more… it’s a shame I’m dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet turns round, but there’s no one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38&lt;br /&gt;Caption “One month later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. An interview room in prison – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cops 1 and 2 are sitting waiting behind the table as Jeff is shown in by a guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What’s this about? Have you found new evidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;Would new evidence be good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Yes, yes it would. Has Janet changed her story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;We found the murder weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Oh right. That’s good isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;It was stuck in another murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen this man before? (Cop 1 shows Jeff a photograph of Oliver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Er no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Er no? Er? You don’t sound very sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I am sure. I’ve never seen him before in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;His name is Oliver Bradbury. He was found three days ago by a property developer hoping to redevelop an old factory unit in town. I think it’s going to be nice when it’s done. The place has got those old style factory windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Yes well anyway he’d been dead a good while. We had to use the DNA database to identify him. Forensics tells us that he’d been dead about a month. Which puts his time of death around about the same time as Saskia’s death. Give or take a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;The knife that killed Saskia. The one that was missing from her kitchen was stuck in his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;This is where it gets tricky for you Jeff. Oliver was wearing a black plastic jacket. The sort thing that is excellent for getting fingerprints from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;Your fingerprints Jeff. Hundreds of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;That’s because that’s my coat! It sounds like my coat. I left it at Saskia’s He must have stole it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;We thought of that. So we showed an identical coat to your wife, but she says never owned a coat like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;That’s not right. She bought it for me. I don’t know where but she did. She’s lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;Has any one else seen you in this coat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Only Janet, I didn’t really like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think she’ll say if we ask her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I can guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;She’s lying, and so is Janet. Are they conspiring against you? If they are you’ve got to ask your self which one killed Saskia and Oliver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Janet. It has to be Janet. She’s the cold-hearted bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;But you said you were with Janet at the time of Saskia’s murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Erm, Anna didn’t do it. It’s not in her there must be someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t look good does it Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;No, it doesn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 1&lt;br /&gt;The facts as they stand all point to you. Now that’s either because you did it or because there are still things we don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Why would Anna lie to us? Is she the sort of woman who would send a man away forever for screwing around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;No, I don’t think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop 2&lt;br /&gt;If you can come up with a better theory than it was you who killed Saskia and Oliver Bradbury, I’d love to hear it Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Yeah, me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: - “Five months later.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. A prison visiting room – day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna sits across from Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Okay I guess, you know considering. How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;You’ve got to know Anna, I didn’t kill that girl, or that other guy. I’ve done a lot of bad things. I slept with other women, I know, I admit that, but I didn’t kill her. I didn’t. You know that don’t you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;I know Jeff, I know… your trial starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Why won’t you tell the police the truth about that coat? That stupid coat is the key. If they know it’s mine then it okay for my prints to be on it and the rest of the case falls apart. Are you trying to punish me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;How’d it come to this eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. A popular pub – night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff is at the bar ordering another drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: - “seven months ago.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Same again love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1&lt;br /&gt;What’s up with you tonight Jeff? You’re thirsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Aw, it’s Anna. She’s going on about having a baby again. What the hell do I want a baby for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1&lt;br /&gt;Don’t knock fatherhood until you try it mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I just felt as though I was finally getting somewhere. You know, I’d worked hard to pay off that lone two years early, and instead of throwing money into the hole. I thought we could live a bit you know, but instead of that she wants to spend it all on a baby. We can have a baby any time. Now’s the time for living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that easy mate. Women have this weird “need” thing. If that clocks tickin’ inside her then that’s it, there’ll be no talking to her. She needs a baby like a junkie needs heroin&lt;br /&gt;I felt like you when Jackie said she wanted a baby and I put her off as long as I could but that’s all you can do. Delay it as long as you can. Sooner or later you’ll have to have a baby with her or she’ll fuck off and have one with someone else. We’ve got two now and sure we hardly ever have sex anymore, and sure it is stressful all the worry about this and that. And yes, we’re piss poor too. I wear shit. Eat shit. Drive shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;But?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1&lt;br /&gt;But what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Are you not working up to a but? You know, “but it’s all worth it.” Or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1&lt;br /&gt;Oh no mate it’s not worth it mate, you’re fucked, ha, ha, ha!.. I’m just kidding, it’s, er, I don’t know, you love em, so you choose to give it all up for them. You give it all up so that maybe they can have the things you didn’t have, but you know that when they grow up they’ll give it all up too, for their kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;(Finishes his drink) thanks for that mate, you really cheered me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1&lt;br /&gt;You okay to drive Jeff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Yeah, fine, fine, I’ll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jeff leaves the pub, gets in his car and drives off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INT. Back in the prison visiting room - day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Have you given any more thought to having children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;I still want kids Jeff. Those feelings won’t go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Are you mad? I’m in here for murder! My trial starts tomorrow! This is why you’re doing this? Because you’re mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Watch this Jeff. It’s important. The quality is a bit poor, I just pointed the phone at the TV. The actual DVD though, well that’s excellent quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anna shows Jeff the murder on her mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;That, that’s Saskia’s murder! Where did you get that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, I just want to make sure it’s deleted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What? Why? That proves I’m innocent! You have to show the original to the police! Where did you get that, how long have you had it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;None of that’s important. What’s important is that in three weeks time I ovulate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;You are going to go down for murder, and in three weeks time you will arrange to have a conjugal visit. Every time I ovulate you will have a conjugal visit until I get pregnant. Then I’ll show the police that DVD and you will be freed. You don’t need to worry about money. You will be able to afford a child once we get the compensation for your wrongful imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;So what’s it to be? Fatherhood or life in prison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736015467369245255-1329625409336130203?l=ideaforatvshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaforatvshow.blogspot.com/feeds/1329625409336130203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736015467369245255&amp;postID=1329625409336130203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736015467369245255/posts/default/1329625409336130203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736015467369245255/posts/default/1329625409336130203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaforatvshow.blogspot.com/2007/12/screw-up.html' title='Screw up.'/><author><name>spleenal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336125968178475165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1069/874395855_75e392a9e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736015467369245255.post-6465330431192485714</id><published>2007-10-28T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:52:17.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script'/><title type='text'>fading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;By Nigel Auchterlounie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1952&lt;br /&gt;Interior a 1950’s home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julia&lt;/strong&gt;, a well to do, upper middle class housewife in her late twenties, moves through her beautiful home. Cleaning as she goes.&lt;br /&gt;As she cleans we are shown (In a slightly heavy handed way) many of the 50s style mod cons, the telephone, cooker, fridge, phonograph (record player) TV etc. As Julia does this she sings to her self, a song from the period.&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious that she is happy in her role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794083310/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="julia" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2055/1794083310_c00700828d_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breezing into the living room, Julia sits on the settee to straighten the magazines on the coffee table. After doing so, she sits back and stares blankly into space (longer than anyone might normally do so in a drama).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera slowly moves in on her face until all that can be seen are her eyes. They flicker slightly, before the camera pulls back to reveal that she is now sitting on a couch in a contemporary home. It takes a moment for her to come to her senses and realise that things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interior a modern interior in an average home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Julia jumps to her feet. Her eyes dart around the room. She is in a different house! The proportions of the room have changed but the layout has remained the same. The doors and windows are on the same walls. The TV is in the same corner. There is even a coffee table with magazines on in front of her, but the magazines are now filled with articles like “101 sex tips for girls” etc. She picks one up and flicks through it her eyes widen.&lt;br /&gt;Julia looks over to the huge TV where a tiny black and white set ought to be, and the DVDs on the shelves where books aught to go. She moves into the kitchen the cooker, the washer, the entire kitchen, is strange. Apart from the fridge, which is 50s style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the living room Julia investigates one of the smaller devices in the room. She presses a button on the front of it.&lt;br /&gt;The CD player bursts into life with the “la la la” part from Kylies can’t get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…I just can't get you out of my head. Boy your loving is all I think about. I just can't get you out of my head. Boy it's more than I dare to think about. La la la. La la la la la…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked, Julia panics and pushes buttons until it goes quiet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia runs outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exterior. a quiet street on an housing estate&lt;br /&gt;The street is deserted. The house she was in is an average “new build” type estate house, on a quiet winding street. Almost identical to a ten thousand other streets on a thousand different estates built in the last 30 years up and down the country. The only difference being that there is no one there. No one at all.&lt;br /&gt;Julia knocks on doors, rings bells but no one answers. She’s extremely confused and afraid.&lt;br /&gt;She then spots a man walking towards her. He’s in his early thirties well built, as if he has a physical job. As he gets near he looks directly at her. We can see from her face that she is very wary of him, but she stands her ground.&lt;br /&gt;The man speaks to her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794056168/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="carl" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2121/1794056168_04914afdfa_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me love, can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She doesn’t answer, just stares intently at him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“I’m a bit lost, I wanted to get to the precinct, I thought I could just cut through the estate, but I, er, I can’t seem to find my way out or back to where I was for that matter, all these houses look the same. I’ve been walking around for, like, half an hour now with no luck. How do you get to the precinct?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Are you alright love?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“I’m okay. I just…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Just what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever, can you tell me how to get to the precinct then?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not from here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Right sorry, thanks anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl walks off down the street. Julia watches him as he goes. She walks across the road and knocks on the door of the house opposite. Again, there’s no answer. She looks in through the front window. Everything inside is just as strange as the other house.&lt;br /&gt;Julia sits on the step not knowing what to do next. After a while Julia sees Carl again walking down the street going in the same direction he was earlier. He spots her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Hello again, how did you manage to get ahead of me? This estates huge isn’t it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“I haven’t moved since you left me… I don’t know where I am.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give each other a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interior. The house Julia woke up in&lt;br /&gt;. Julia is sitting on the couch back inside the house Carl is standing in the middle of the living room, looking at the CD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“…And you woke up sitting there?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Well I don’t think I was asleep exactly, but yes I suppose, and look, look at these magazines, they’re full of filth, but it’s not for men, it’s directed towards women. (Holds up a copy of new woman or something similar) And the television set, look at it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“What about it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“It’s enormous!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Well it is a bit big I suppose, and wide, maybe they just like their TV here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“But everything is so strange here can’t you see that? In here and out there. Except the fridge for some reason that looks normal”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Er, look I’m not the guy to sort this out. Maybe we should call the hospital or something. I was just trying to get some beers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Why would you want to call the hospital?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever, all I need is a compass or something. You seem to be a little more lost than that”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not mad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll give you one thing this phone’s weird. There’s no wire going to the main bit of it, it’s like one of those mobile phones only a hell of a lot smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Mobile phone?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, you know those things those rich bastards carry around in the city. Because they’re so important”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“You can’t carry a telephone around with you where ever you go. What about the wire?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Are you serious? Have you been asleep since the seventies or something?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Seventies?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“The nineteen seventies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“It’s 1952.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Ha ha, you really have lost it haven’t you darlin’ it’s 1983.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exterior. A back garden filled with Childs toys dominated by a giant trampoline&lt;br /&gt;A sports black bag is thrown over a fence in a nearby back garden. John jumps over the fence after it. John is in his 50s, greying. His manner suggests that the contents of the bag are stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794083288/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="john" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2372/1794083288_fab3fe937d_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picks up the bag, stands upright and stares quizzically at the giant trampoline that is almost filling the back garden. He shrugs then walks up the path at the side of the house and out on to the street. All the while trying not to look guilty.&lt;br /&gt;As he walks up the street Julia and Carl come out of one of the houses. Carl spots John and walks up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me mate. Can you help us? We’re a bit lost. Do you know how to get to the precinct?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, mate I’m not from around here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He side steps Carl and walks past Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“What year is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Heh heh, she’s a bit confused today”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;“It’s 1974 pet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John walks briskly off down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Did you hear that? He thinks that it’s 1974!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“He was just taking the piss that’s all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999&lt;br /&gt;Interior. A large bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Megan, a slightly over weight woman in her early forties is having a bath. Someone tries the doorknob but the door is locked there then comes a barrage of knocks on the door as if the person on the other side is using both hands. This then gets louder as if the person is now kicking the door. Megan’s eyes roll skywards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“I’m having a bath! Use the one down stairs!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child&lt;br /&gt;“OK.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of little feet charging down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“And I’ve told you before, don’t kick the doors!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan lays down in the bath, to submerge her hair, in order to wash off the shampoo. She closes her eyes as she goes under the water. She stays there for a while, holding her breath. Finally coming up for air, wiping the water from her eyes, and openings them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s in a different bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan comes out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around her. She is naturally very disturbed and confused by what has just happened. She quickly looks around her and down over the banister expecting someone to jump out at her at any time. Slowly she creeps across the landing and tentatively pushes open a bedroom door. It’s a Childs bedroom the bed is unmade toys litter the floor. Megan carefully opens another door it’s the main bedroom. She moves over to the wardrobe, and finds in it, clothes that fit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exterior. Back outside on the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Something is seriously wrong here, can’t you see that? That man wasn’t from here. There is no one here who’s from here. All the houses are empty. And up until this morning it was 1952.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“What are you saying? That you’ve magically jumped forward, like, thirty years?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know but you said yourself you’d never seen a telephone like that before had you….The magazines on the table. They will have dates on them won’t they?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia runs back into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“I told you, that guy was just trying to be funny. (Then under his breath) nutter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan comes out of the house over the road. The same confused expression on her face that Julia has been making use of recently. Her hair is still wet. Her eyes dart left and right perhaps looking for somewhere to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;(To himself) “Look here’s someone now.” (To Megan) “Excuse me, could you help me out, this estate is like a maze or something I was trying to get to the precinct, but I can’t seem to...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“Where am I?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve got to be kidding me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia comes out of the house clutching some magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;(To Carl) “Who’s this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Dunno she just came out of that house opposite.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“Do you know the people who live there? I was, erm…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“What’s your name?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“Megan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Hello Megan I’m Julia. What year is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Oh here we go again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“She’s a bit mixed up darlin’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“The dates on these magazines all say 2008. July, August 2008.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“This isn’t funny,… did you people put me in that house?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Were you in a different place, and then suddenly here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Is it 2008?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“This isn’t funny; you both know it’s 1999.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long silence. While every one gives each other looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“He’s coming back.” (Pointing down the street at John, who was now coming up the street from the left, despite having previously walked off to the right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“Who?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“The man from 1974.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“This is some candid camera bollocks. It has to be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;“Hello again. You’ll not believe this… but I think I’m lost…. I er, can’t understand how I got back here…. I was walking down hill all the way. I’m sure I was.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“What year do you think it is?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;(To Julia)”She with you is she?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Answer her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;“It’s February 1974”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t it a little hot for February?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I suppose.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“It’s March 1999.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“It’s August 20th or there abouts 1983.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, Carl and Megan both look at Julia, waiting for her answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“May 1952”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David comes running out from the side of a nearby house, to the left of the group. He looks young, late teens, early twenties. He’s wearing blue, oil stained overalls. His eyes are wide open and he is covered in a film of sweat. He sees Julia, John, Megan, and Carl as they turn to look at him. Then David turns and runs off in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“He looks like he just got here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;“Well if he has the same problem as me, he’ll come running up there in a couple of minuets.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John points down towards the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on here?! (To John) I was like you. Walking in circles but not. I mean I was sure I was going pretty straight, but I still kept ending up back here. How is that even possible?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exterior. Further down the street&lt;br /&gt;David is running and running. Looking left and right noticing everything that appears unusual to his eyes. Suburbia looks like a nightmare to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794056210/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="david" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2108/1794056210_8a46341bb7_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“I was in the bath. I put my head underwater and when I came up I was in a different bathroom. A different house. My husband’s down stairs. Pretty soon he’s going to find out that I’ve somehow disappeared from a locked bathroom… It’ll be like an episode of Jonathan Creek or something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“What’s Jonathan Creek?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“It’s just a TV show, mysteries, that kind of thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Frank won’t discover I’ve gone until he gets home from work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Yes but gone where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David comes running up the street from the direction John predicted. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees everyone, and starts to run back the way he came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;(Shouting) “We’re all very frightened! We don’t know how we got here. We don’t know where here is! We were all alone when we came here!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David stops running and turns around to face the others.&lt;br /&gt;The camera moves in on his frightened face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;Interior. The house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back inside the house Julia first arrived at the group are all sitting or standing around in the living room. It looks a little like a neighbourhood watch meeting. Carl is pacing the room biting his nails looking very agitated. John is sitting back in the armchair. David is sitting on the couch in-between Julia and Megan. His head in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;“I were in the garage, working on the car. Under the car. I’d gotten it cheap because it needed a lot doing…. I was tried though. I…I rubbed my eyes and when I opened them up again…. Everything had changed. The car weren’t my car no more. The tools were gone. It weren’t me dads garage anymore… And that car… I’d never seen out like it before in me life. It were too big to be a car really. More like a truck or a bus or something. With these really big tires on it, like off of a tractor or something but it looked too posh to drive on fields. Me mum’s gonna pop in to the garage with a bacon sarnie soon. She said she would. May have already. What’s she gonna do when she finds me not there?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“What year is it David?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;“Answer her will you kid. From the teddy boy hair I’d say 55.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;“It’s 1961 init?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Did that car look like it was from 61 to you mate?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;“It looked like a rocket ship or something to me. Half the stuff in this room looks like it’s off of a rocket ship or something… what’s happening?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“I think we’re all dead or something. We must be. How else do you explain the screwed up road out there? That kind of thing is impossible in the ‘real’ world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“This isn’t heaven. And neither is it hell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“How do you know what there is after we die? You been there have you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“No, obviously not but this can’t be where you go when you die. There’s only five of us here for a start. And anyway no one here remembers dieing do they? I think maybe this is all a dream. And pretty soon we’ll all wake up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“We’re all sharing a dream are we? That’s your answer! I’m from 1983, you’re from 1952. Explain that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Well I like it a lot better than ‘we’re all dead’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“My head was under water before I came here. If I am dreaming then I’m probably dead too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;“This IS a dream. I can’t just suddenly be in the future for no real reason, but we can’t all be sharing the same dream. I’m the only one here dreaming. I know me, I know I’m real. The rest of you are all just a part of my dream. When I wake up, that’s it. You all disappear.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“It can’t be your dream, I was here before you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;“You only think you were here before me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia turns away from John. She understands the concept, but doesn’t accept it. She is also a little afraid of coming to believe that john is actually right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“What do we do though? How do we get out? We shouldn’t just be sitting around in here talking we should be doing something, anything. I don’t know, trying to find the exit or something. If there’s a way in there must be a way out. There has to be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe one of the doors in one of the houses goes to somewhere else. We should search all the houses, open all the doors look everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;“That sounds like a good idea.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“I thought that this was all just your dream. Shouldn’t we just pinch you and then you’ll wake up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah but this dream’s getting a bit boring. We could all sit here forever talking around in circles. Let’s open some doors.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all stand up, and look at each other, as if looking for someone to take charge, and come up with a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“Should we split up? It would be faster that way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah okay, er, me and, (Carl talks directly to Julia) Erm sorry love, I’ve forgot your name.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Right, Julia. Me and Julia will look in the houses over the road, and you guys can look this side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl moves towards the door. There’s a skinny teenage redhead standing in the doorway. Everyone just stares at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“Er, hello, not interrupting anything am I?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794083320/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="mary" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2391/1794083320_4ac0d271dc_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interior, a Childs bedroom. Judging from the décor and the toys. A girls, around six years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is in the room. The door opens and Carl sticks his head around the corner. He looks around, sees that its just a Childs bedroom and closes the door again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside on the landing Carl, Mary and Julia continue their conversation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“So you weren’t asleep, both of you. You must have seen the change then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“How’d you mean?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“Well you know, when you were transported here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“No, not exactly. I was in a sort of day dream.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know, what happened with me. I was just walking along I don’t remember being in a daydream, but I suppose I don’t remember not being in one ether. The estate I was on looked the same as this one, but I guess they all do don’t they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“Not really, not from where I come from.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“1969?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;(As she closes the door to the main bedroom.) “Nothing, just another bedroom.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“Where are the people who lived here? All these houses are full of peoples stuff. Where did they all go to?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Julia and Carl all go down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe no one ever lived here. Maybe its just like a film set or something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“If it is a film set where are all the cameras?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe you can’t see the cameras of the future.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come out of the house and walk along to the next house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exterior. The street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“So who are you Mary? We may be spending a while together we should get to know each other I suppose. What did you do in 1969?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“Erm, I‘m an art student. Graduate next year. Hopefully. If I ever get back that is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“You’re going to be an artist are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“No. I don’t think so. It’s just something I’m doing until I figure out what I want to do. What about you Carl. Who are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“I’m a scaffolder.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl doesn’t want to talk too much. Doesn’t want to make friends. He just wants to find the way out. There’s a long awkward pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Is that it? I couldn’t go up a scaffold. I’m not that good with heights.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Well I do this self defence class on Thursday afternoons as well. I wouldn’t mind doing that full time actually.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“What’s ‘self defence’?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“How to fight off an attacker, and get away. It’s mainly for women.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Are the 1980s dangerous for women?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“A bit, sometimes I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and Julia share a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interior.&lt;br /&gt;The next house. Down stairs hallway. Carl Julia and Mary enter.&lt;br /&gt;They wander through the house talking as they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“What about you Julia? What do you do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“I’m a housewife.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“I guess most women were housewives back then were they?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Well yes a lot of women are. What do women do in the future.”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Most work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“Doing what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Anything,…. you know,…. jobs.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Who looks after the home and the children? Does everyone have maids?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“ha ha, no all the housework’s done by robots in the future.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“Really?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“No not really although I would have thought that by 2008, or when ever this is meant to be, there would have been a few robots knocking about by now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“Yes this is a bit disappointing. It’s supposed to be nearly thirty years in the future and nothings really changed has it. Things are different shapes and sizes but its all still the same stuff isn’t it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe everything that can be invented has been invented. And robots and rocket cars can’t ever really be made.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“The human race has gone about as far as it can. There’s nowhere else to go. I don’t like the sound of that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“What was that woman from 1999 called again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“Megan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe she can tell us why the future didn’t happen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finish their search of the house and walk outside.&lt;br /&gt;David and John come running over form the other side of the street.&lt;br /&gt;They both look very worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;(Out of breath) “Is Megan with you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“No. Why what’s happened?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;“We were just looking in that house over there and then she wasn’t with us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“How’d you mean?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;“She was behind us, and then she wasn’t. We turned around and she wasn’t there anymore. I think we should all stay together from now on. Is Julia still inside? You should go get her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;(Looks round) “She came out with us. She was just here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe she went back in.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl goes back in a shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Julia! Julia! Where are you? Julia!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“She’s not there… Where’s the mechanic kid? I thought you were gonna stick together?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and Mary both spin round and look at the space where David used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;“He was just there! I was looking at right at him, and then I looked at you when you came out. And now he’s not there anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;“Is that how it happens is it? You disappear when no one’s looking at you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;“What the hell is this place? Did they go back or go somewhere else?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exterior. Further up the street.&lt;br /&gt;Elsewhere, Jeff a young man in a sharp suit carrying a brief case walks quickly (Almost running)&lt;br /&gt;Along the street. He is lost, worried. His eyes dart around the street. He loosens his tie as panic starts to&lt;br /&gt;Set in. Suddenly he spots Carl, Mary and John standing in the street. A smile breaks out across his&lt;br /&gt;Face. They will be able to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794056238/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="jeff" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2261/1794056238_59dff22a49_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Shouting down the street) “Excuse me,” (They turn to look at him) “Am I glad to see you,… anyone in fact.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff breaks into a run, but his brief case is knocked by his knee, spins around out of his hand and falls to the ground. He stops to bend down and pick it up. When he stands up straight again. The others have gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera pulls back, up and away from Jeff and keeps on going leaving Jeff alone in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999&lt;br /&gt;Interior. A large kitchen. Filled with mod cons.&lt;br /&gt;Megan’s husband Mark is chopping vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;Megan comes in rubbing her hair with a towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“Oh look at you. Are you doing the dinner?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;“I thought I’d give it a go. How hard can it be eh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan doesn’t answer.&lt;br /&gt;But looks thoughtful as if she’s trying to remember something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;“Are you okay? You look like you were a thousand miles away just then?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know. I was in the bath just then and I erm, thought of something or remembered a dream or something. It seemed important but then I forgot it again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;“Well if it was important I’m sure you’ll remember it sooner or later.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I guess so. Where’s Bailey.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;“Watching Xena warrior princess I think.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1952&lt;br /&gt;Interior Julia’s 1950’s home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia is sitting on the settee. In a daydream.&lt;br /&gt;She snaps out of it shakes her head a little, stands up and continues to do the dusting. As she does she sings to absent-mindedly herself, happy in her work…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;“…I just can't get you out of my head. Boy your loving is all I think about. I just can't get you out of my head. Boy it's more than I dare to think about. La la la. La la la la la…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of episode one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is “Fading”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fading might best be described as a sci-fi soap. A sort of time hopping neighbours. But while the sci-fi element might at first seem to be the greatest factor in the show. It’s really about recent history and the people from that history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would a liberated woman from the sixties have to say to a housewife from the fifties?&lt;br /&gt;What would an environmentally conscious man from 2004 tell a brash young stock market dealer? Knowing full well that black Wednesday is just around the corner?&lt;br /&gt;What would the nineties stock market dealer tell sixties hippy about their peace and love revolution?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for all these people, upon returning to their own times, the memories they have of what you might call the “temporal hub” quickly fade. All they are left with is a feeling that they have forgotten something. But never quite remember what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a part of them though that does retain something from the hub. They don’t know anything more, but they do feel something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having talked to a sixties woman lib activist, the fifties housewife begins to feel that maybe she could do more with her life. The eighties stockbroker still buys and sells like he always did but with an ever growing feeling of dread in his stomach as black Wednesday approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their increasing knowledge of both the past and future starts to effect their decisions more and more without them ever knowing how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning to the hub their memories of previous times in the hub also return. Relationships begin to build there and a new “family” is formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time, how and why they are repeatedly returned to the hub becomes unimportant to some. While others are driven mad by the mystery. Some visit the hub often sometimes spending days there. Others may only visit once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most at first are stereotypes that typify the time, chosen to go in the hub for that reason. It’s only after they are affected by the hub that they become more complex people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hub also acts as a confessional for those there. Because the others there won’t remember anything back in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794083310/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="julia" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2055/1794083310_c00700828d_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia starts out (like most) a stereotype. A typical 50s housewife, content and secure in her role. This security is shattered when her husband loses his job and starts beating her.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually (with the help of those in the hub) she finds the strength to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;Later she becomes an author.&lt;br /&gt;She is attracted to Carl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794056210/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="david" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2108/1794056210_8a46341bb7_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is a young mechanic from 1961 serving his apprenticeship. David likes cars more than people because he knows how they work. He has trouble dealing with the complexities of the hub.&lt;br /&gt;His simple exterior hides a jealous streak. David is in love with Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794083320/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="mary" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2391/1794083320_4ac0d271dc_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary starts as a stereotypical hippy. (Hasn’t yet dropped out, but it is only art college so it doesn’t really count). Her belief in the peace and love revolution seems unshakable.&lt;br /&gt;Until it is shaken by learning that by the eighties that revolution has all but been forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794083288/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="john" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2372/1794083288_fab3fe937d_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 53-year-old thief from 1974, still a child basically, avoids work, and responsibility at all costs and resolutely refuses to grow up or develop as a character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794056134/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="angela" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2046/1794056134_d421b99c3a_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outwardly happy and jovial receptionist form 1978. Whose main concerns seem to be hair, nails and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Inside couldn’t be more different. An habitual self-harmer, things are exasperated by the fact that she can’t conceive. For this she blames her husband, (although she has never been told this by a doctor) in an effort to get pregnant she has numerous affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794056168/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="carl" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2121/1794056168_04914afdfa_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scaffolder from 1983 aged 33 also teaches self-defence to women because he likes being in charge of a group of women, and the physical contact with them.&lt;br /&gt;The hub infuriates Carl because he has no control over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794056238/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="jeff" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2261/1794056238_59dff22a49_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 29-year-old stockbroker from 1995. Loves money, and only money. More of a stereotype than even Julia at first. But the brash exterior hides deep insecurities. Money to Jeff equals security, the more he has the safer he feels. He tells people that he could retire in a few years, but never will. For Jeff there is no such thing as enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794056224/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="emma" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2186/1794056224_2544c6af60_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 19-year-old traveller from 1993. Emma prides herself on doing what she wants when she wants to do it. At first this seems the same as Mary’s 60s style peace and love thing, but its more about her being selfish and self centred. She discovers from someone in her future that in three years time she will be working in a bank. She can’t imagine why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794083340/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="megan" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2350/1794083340_c62ccc9711_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan is a 44-year-old supermarket manager from 1999. Perhaps the most well adjusted of the group. Confident and successful. A natural leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794056184/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="chris" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2160/1794056184_274ecb8a0f_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is a law student from 2002. A law student because he hasn’t got any better ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is easy for Chris he’s intelligent; his parents are rich and pay for every thing. It’s obvious that he’s going to have a comfortable life. If he can avoid meeting Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10352951@N05/1794083364/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="susan" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2324/1794083364_2f20ca3d7e_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A housewife from 2008 the group look to her for all the answers about the future. She remembers most from the hub. Recognises faces, knows history better than she should, without knowing how. And more than anyone she discovers the futures of the others. Should they know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;Plagued by feelings of de ja vu and forgotten memories Julia and the others try to carry on with their lives as we learn something about who they really are. Every one concerned faces problems in their lives none of which are solved just yet. Upon returning to the hub we meet more new characters until the gaps in the last sixty years are filled.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the hub it is discovered that a fridge or cupboard will replenish it’s self whilst closed.&lt;br /&gt;Theories about hub abound. None are proved to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;Julia discovers that her idyllic fifties life may not be every thing she thought it was, when she accidentally finds out her husband lost his job weeks ago. She doesn’t confront him but starts to, without knowing why, think that there would be nothing wrong in her going out to work instead.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile (Twenty years later) John begins to take notice of computers.&lt;br /&gt;As black Wednesday draws near Jeff continues to buy and sell with a growing feeling of unease.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the hub people begin to form friends (And enemies) and they also discover that night never seems to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;The group are shook by the arrival of a two-year-old girl. It seems as if there is no age limit for hub. The girl can’t talk yet, and can only be comforted by Angela, (A childless receptionist from 1978) who calls her Abigail after initially being distant, Angela opts to look after her. She quickly grows to love her just before, during a game of peek-a-boo she disappears.&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to find out more about the hub Carl climbs on top of a house with a pair of binoculars. All that can be seen from this high vantage point is nothing but housing estate stretching out to every horizon. As Carl scans across the horizon he eventually comes to see the back of his own head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Julia’s relationship with her husband Frank begins to crumble as she confronts him about his lost job.&lt;br /&gt;David begins to take a modern people carrier to bits to see how it works. To take his mind off Annie, the object of his affections in 1961, who he can’t even talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Just as things are starting to get a bit “soapy” a psychopath goes to sleep in his cell and wakes up in a Childs bed inside the hub. Being crazy he doesn’t question this too much and goes on a killing spree. Killing almost everyone in the hub. He is confused by the fact that when he’s not looking at a body it disappears.&lt;br /&gt;He is then shocked to see people he’d previously killed eventually reappear. It seems that you can’t die in the hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;After an absence of weeks for Angela, Abigail returns, this time however she is nine and informs Angela her real name always was Abigail and that she is (Or at least will be) her mother, which explains why she went to her as a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;Angela is overjoyed because she thought she couldn’t have children.&lt;br /&gt;Julia’s relationship with her husband collapses when he turns violent.&lt;br /&gt;David is amazed when Emma (an unemployed traveller from the early nineties) takes his virginity without him having to even ask.&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning to 1961 he finds himself, for some reason, more relaxed around Annie the object of his affections in 1961. He’s no longer a virgin, but doesn’t know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Just as another beating starts (As Julia’s husband Frank pulls back his fist for the first punch) Julia is returned to the hub and asks Carl to teach her how to defend herself. They train without a break for a week. Whilst doing so they discover that sleep in the hub, while possible, isn’t actually necessary. During training they grow closer.&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning to 1952 Julia actually catches Franks fist. Jumps to her feet and successfully, and spectacularly, defends herself without knowing how she knows how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Frank moves out, and Julia’s friend asks her what she plans to do next. Julia points out that she learnt typing in school. The friend presumes that Julia will become a secretary, but Julia wants to write a book.&lt;br /&gt;The final shot is back in the hub, in one of the houses. On a shelf in one of the rooms the camera moves in on one book. The book written by Julia. It’s called the fading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;A husband and wife appear in the hub but from different points in their relationship. The husband is from a point early on in the marriage when as far as he knows they will be happy forever. The woman, however, is from a point eight years later where she believed that every thing was fine up until the day he popped out for milk and never came back.&lt;br /&gt;Both have no idea why he would do such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;Out in the real world Emma meets Chris in 2002. For the Chris in the hub this is happening in his present, but it is three years into Emma’s future. Emma is no longer a traveller and now works in a bank (Much to the disgust of the Emma in the hub)&lt;br /&gt;Because they know each other in the hub they feel something when they meet and start a relationship. Inside the hub, however, Emma is seeing David (David has never told her about Annie in 1961) and Chris has secret feelings for Angela.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of anger and jealousy grow in the hub whilst outside Chris begins to feel as if something is wrong, that he shouldn’t be doing this but doesn’t know why. From Emma’s point of view, in the real world this relationship will start in three years time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;Someone discovers the Julia’s book in one of the houses. In the blurb it describes the hub almost perfectly, and then goes further to say that one of the group is not what they seem. That one of them created the hub for their own entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;Is Julia right? She was unaware that the hub even existed when she wrote the book. And the Julia we know hasn’t begun to write it yet.&lt;br /&gt;It’s possible that Julia got the idea that the hub was created by one of them from the book itself.&lt;br /&gt;To Julia the book she will write is a disappointment. The characters in it seem to be two-dimensional stereotypes, the sixties hippy, the eighties stockbroker, even the fifties housewife (Herself) seem like fictional characters.&lt;br /&gt;And as she looks at the people around her they seem fictional too.&lt;br /&gt;Have they all been created from the book? 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