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INT NIGEL'S CORTINA
Semi drunk Nigel sits in his car in a town centre car park
in the LATE evening, it pours with rain outside, he is
listening to Blondie (Denis Denis). Drunks kick a can across
the car park noisily. Nigel watches as he picks at a bag of
chips and takes slugs from whiskey bottle. The passenger door
opens and a wet, scantily clad woman (very drunk) leaps in
and slams the door, locking it behind her.
Oi! What do you think you're doing!
Oooo - it's you Nigel Who-sit,
whatsit? I went to school with you
sort of. My, you're so, err chunky
now duck. I had a real crush on
you then. Rugby captain, head boy
and all that ... you were the
complete package ... mmmm
Well thank god we were a single
sex school (laughs)
(moves closer to him)
I used to
watch you playing rugby from over
the railings, oh, and that big
black guy, what was his name?He
was super sexy ...
(Twists away from her as she moves
Ah yes I remember you ...
Hazel Kelly? no it can't be.
Jeez what the bloody heck happened
(grabs his whiskey bottle and leans closer against him)
Life Nige, life happened. So you
looking for some fun tonight?)
No, Christ! Whats would my wife think? What happened to you
Hazel? You had it all if I
remember, family, nice house ...I
once saw you on a horse with a
young girl ...
(takes a long slug of the whiskey,
her eyes well up for a moment)
Well all that's gone Nige, here
today gone tomorrow. Life;s one
big tease, or maybe some sort of
hell...now, do you want some fun
or not? £10 for a blow job, or we
can go to my place for a bit of a
(silence for a beat and then he puts the keys in the
ignition and lights up a cigarette. He leans over Hazel and
pulls her seatbelt on and clicks it tight. Looks at her for
Where do you live?
God, you really have come down a
peg or three, that's a real shit
hole down there.
EXT CAR PARK
Nigel's Cortina as it starts and moves off narrowly avoiding
the youths kicking the beer can around. They scream and hurl
abuse at the car.
FADES TO BLACK
FADES IN SLOWLY
INTERNAL HAZELS PARK STREET ROOM MORNING
Transition from black, sound of traffic and the rustle of
bedclothes. A dimly lit room, with a large old bed and a
couple of chairs covered in clothing on bare floor boards. A
ragged flowery curtain is closed roughly over a sash window,
creating a beam of light across the dim room. Nigel snores.
A half naked hazel sits up in bed and looks at the light
beam dreamily as she blows smoke at the light. Nigel stirs
and sits up and groans holding his head. Looks at Hazel and
reality dawns for him.
(hungover, groaning and wincing)
(looks at him)
Yes you did. Like you hadn't bonked for a year. (laughs)
well, things have been ....
stressful, and well, you know
(Shrugs) You owe me £50.
(Roll over and pulls his
wallet out of his trousers
and counts out the money and
holds it out to her, she
snatches it quickly
Thank you! Now time for you to
clear off, I have customers to
Mmmm, can't I stick around a bit?
I don't actually have anywhere to
go at the moment.
What do you mean. Go home Tubby.
Back to wifey, like they all do,
or at least those with one. You
have one, I know that much, it's a
small town we live in, everyone
knows everyone else's business.
(begins to dress by the window, the light takes the years
and darkness away from her face for a moment)
Well that'll teach you to keep it
in your pants!
It isn't like that!
it didn't take you long to make
your mind up last Nige, did it?
You men are all the same, you have
it all and you still can't be
satisfied, you have to have a bit
No, I was faithful, just not ...
honest. Not bloody strong enough
when it came to the cut. Too proud
to admit I lost my job, well got
the sack, fuck....
(finishes dressing in leather mini and thigh boots and a red
top and lights up a joint.)
You need to sort it out Nigel, or
the world will eat you up. But you have money, must have, so you can find a new
job and a new place to live.
not that easy now, it's a real mess
Well you are a grown up, get
yourself down the Job Centre and
then the council housing office.
SHIT! Now buggar off, I'm not your
(Leaves in a trial of thick smoke and slams the door. Then
pops her head back in)
You can't stay here, landlord will
charge me more....and I need it
for punters. So don't dally, go
sort yourself out.
Nigel gets up and looks out of the window as Hazel walks
down the street greeting passersby. He looks around the
starkly furnished room and picks up a small framed
photograph of Hazel and a young girl on a pony. Reminds
Nigel of his own daughter. He picks up his jacket and makes
for the door in a determined way.
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