EXT. FRONT OF PAUL'S HOUSE: morn
A Sedan Car is parked out the front of a low-middle class
All of a sudden, a gunshot is
heard, then another. A few seconds of silence then a female's scream is heard.
In one singular smooth movement, the camera then moves down
to be in level with
the driver and passenger windows, which are rolled down. The center of the
shot, and the cameras main attention is the front door which is seen through
the car windows. The front door is bashed open. The camera recoils back when
the door is opened.
Two males rush through the front door carrying a
her mouth, hands and feet duck taped. one male is TIFF, a 32 year old, the
second is E, a fresh faced 20 year old. The female is GINGER, an attractive 27
TIFF has a back pack over his shoulder.
GINGER is struggling and E and TIFF are having trouble carrying her. E drops
her feet as they step out through the door and TIFF drags her down the porch
step. GINGER kicks frantically, muffled screams.
E dodges the kicks as he picks up the legs of GINGER. E is
swearing at GINGER, telling her to stop moving. E is frustrated. TIFF reaches
into his pocket and gets his keys out, pressing down on the 'boot' button on
The boot pops open. They carry her to the back of the car and throw her in.
Front of car:
TIFF and E try to close the boot, but it pops up. E is
frantic and tries to put it down again. TIFF gets in the car and throws
the back pack in the back seat, he seems calm. The boot pops back open, E again
tries to close it, and it opens again. E closes the boot once more, it pops
open a little before he jumps on it with all his weight and it slams shut.
finally hops in the car, looking stressed and his face is splattered with
They drive off.
Fade To Black
Fade IN from BLACK
INT. ROOM: MORN
A bloody beaten 28 year old male named MR SHURVER, is tied to
a chair with his
duck taped he is wearing boxers and a white tank top, stained with blood. In
the foreground is a table with a mobile phone on it. His hair is
short, uneven and very messy. MR SHURVER is moaning in pain. We hear the sound
of a hammer hitting concrete and MR SHURVER screams in agony.
We again hear the sound of a hammer hitting concrete. MR
SHURVER moans and sobs in agony.
The phone lights
up and rings in the foreground.
A 24 year old male named JAMIE, pops his head up from
the bottom of the
screen. He has been crouching by MR SHURVER feet. He looks over to the table.
He has blood splatter on his face and a couple of nails in his mouth.
up and walks over to the table.
Only JAMIE middle in camera shot, revealing a
blood drenched hand and hammer. JAMIE picks up the phone and answers, but
doesn't say anything.
TIFF (on phone)
We got em'
JAMIE on the phone, a menacing smile spreads. He hangs up the
phone. Puts it on the table along with the hammer and picks up a gun, amongst
an array of other objects.
JAMIE walks over to MR SHURVER. He grabs a hold of
MR SHURVER bloody jaw and pulls his face to meet his own. He spits the nails
out to the side.
It’s a shame. All the pain. All the fucking pain. (Laughing
He drags the gun alongside MR SHURVER'S face, MR SHURVER
shrugs and weeps. JAMIE brings his thumb to an opened circular wound on MR
SHURVER'S chest and forces his thumb into it. MR SHURVER yelps in pain.
Shh, Sh, Sh.
He continues to push into the wound. MR SHURVER is very
distressed. JAMIE stops pushing into the wound and cups MR SHURVER'S face.
It's not gonna be okay
The screen goes black, a muffled scream is heard. The scream
is cut off by a gunshot.
Two pairs of fast footsteps are heard accompanied by heavy breathing. The footsteps slow.
voice (MR SHURVER)
Single footsteps are heard moving swiftly. They come to a
stop. A deep breath is taken.
EXT. OUTSIDE OF DOOR: NIGHT
MR SHURVER is standing next to a door. The door has a window.
MR SHURVER takes an object and smashes the window.
EXT. CAR PARK: NIGHT
MR SHURVER and GINGER come running around the corner of a
building. MR SHURVER has a backpack swinging freely from his arm. Yells are
heard in the distant.
They come up to a small alleyway between buildings. MR
SHURVER grabs GINGER by
the arm and veers her to this alleyway. GINGER is upset and confused.
MR SHURVER (WHISPER)
you gotta get outta here
What do you mean?
MR SHURVER (WHISPER)
You gotta get out of here. Just take this and go
MR SHURVER hands GINGER the bag
VOICE (YELLED IN BACKGROUND)
MR SHURVER (WHISPER)
Run. Just run
what are we gonna do?
MR SHURVER (WHISPER)
i dunno yet. just go!
i love you.
MR SHURVER (WHISPER)
I love you too.
MR SHURVER and GINGER share a kiss before MR SHURVER pushes
GINGER in direction down the alleyway. MR SHURVER runs the opposite way.
The 3 men (E, FREDDY and JAMIE) that have been chasing MR
SHURVER have seen him
run across the building; they break out into a furious sprint.
GINGER stares at MR SHURVER being chased, before running down
MR SHURVER ducks in behind a dumpster, breathing heavily.
FREDDY runs straight
past the dumpster where MR SHURVER is hiding. MR SHURVER lunges out from behind
the dumpster at FREDDY, but gets cleaned up by JAMIE and E.
MR SHURVER, JAMIE
and E all fall to the ground. They are a bit confused as to what just happened.
FREDDY turns around and sees what has happened. FREDDY runs up and kicks MR
SHURVER right in the face as he tries to get up and flee.
Go look for the woman!
E gets up and searches up ahead, whilst JAMIE
goes and searches down the alleyway.
FREDDY is left with a groaning MR SHURVER. FREDDY kicks him
again in the side.
INT. DIMLY LIT, HAZY POKER ROOM, TIFF
PAN SHOT - camera circling the actors; only for
beginning of scene:
JAMIE, E, TIFF, and FREDDY are sitting at a
round table playing poker.
E lays down a full house hand. The others sigh and jeer as E takes the chips from the center of the table. E pile of chips is considerably bigger than everyone else piles. The poker game continues as the dialogue is spoken.
Newbie got some skills.
FREDDY yawns and checks his watch.
TIFF when’s the BOSS coming?
TIFF, obviously tired, shrugs.
I dunno. When he gets here.
What kinda answer is that man. We've been
waiting all night. I’m fucking tired.
FREDDY. He said he’d get here, when he can.
Bullshit. he’s gonna come round when he
up, cause he fucking sleeping, cause its 4.30 in the fucking morning...
And that what people do, when its 4.30 in the fucking morning.
TIFF gives an exasperated look
FREDDY you know we just have to wait.
Y..(FREDDY begins to have a go but cuts
FREDDY sighs and takes a mouthful of his
The beer is empty.
E finishes off his beer
JAMIE, your run.
Make the new kid get it.
I went last two times.
E went last time
So, he’s the new kid.
TIFF taps his empty beer on the table.
Get the drinks.
CONTINUOUS CAMERA SHOT – FOLLOWING JAMIE:
JAMIE sighs, gets up and walks into the
kitchen. JAMIE goes to the fridge and retrieves 4 beers. Pausing for a second
getting a fifth.
He walks the long way back to the poker
room. Going via a hallway from another
door off the kitchen. JAMIE stops in front of a door. Rearranges the beer in
his arm to get one hand free and knocks on the door.
(Clears his throat) Room service.
JAMIE opens the door revealing a dark room.
walks in and puts the beer on a table just by the door and then switches on the
light. JAMIE'S silhouette blocks what is in the room. Murmurs are heard.
JAMIE opens up a beer and splashes it
the still blocked person. The person is moaning. JAMIE then throws the beer
bottle over hand, a slight thud is heard and a groan of pain, the sound of the
beer bottle hitting the ground and rolling away is heard. After a slight pause,
JAMIE moves to the side to pick up the rest of the beers.
Finally the blocked
person is revealed. It is MR SHURVER tied to chair with his mouth gagged. He is
less bloody and beaten compared to when we first saw him. And has a lot more
hair. JAMIE collects the four beers, and without looking back, with a chuckle
and a smirk on his face, turns off the light and closes the door and walks back
into the poker room and hands the beer to everyone. Finally sitting down
END OF CONTINUOUS CAMERA SHOT.
All I’m saying is that, if he’s not here by
time I finish this beer. I’m going to bed.
TIFF gives him a “…fine” look.
A buzzer goes off. The conversation stops immediately as they look over to the door, looking as they they've been caught doing something they've not meant to be doing. FREDDY sits back down. The table is calm and quiet. TIFF, looks at FREDDY in a disappointed way. TIFF then stands. The rest follow simultaneously. TIFF with a smirk on his face.
Signaling for them to leave the table
They leave the table one by one, each eying TIFF and correcting their
clothing, hair etc. TIFF takes a second to correct himself before following the
INT. ENTRANCE HALL: EARLY MORN
TIFF meets the group, huddle around the
door. The buzzer goes again as TIFF reaches forward to open the door.
Point of view(pov) of visitor,
looking in the door:
The door opens revealing the four eager
TIFF in front.
Good morning BOSS. How are you....?
BOSS walks ahead pushing through the men
I’m fine TIFF
BOSS turns to face the men. (BOSS is an
man, and is obviously all about business.)
I ain't got all day.
CONTINUOUS CAMERA SHOT (POV of MR SHURVER):
The darkness is lightened by the door
revealing the silhouettes of BOSS and TIFF. TIFF turns the light on and shuts
the door on the others. JAMIE can be seen catching a glimpse of MR SHURVER just
before the door swings shut.
BOSS walks in to the room and eyes down MR SHURVER. Then walks over to the table and examines the items on the table (a mobile, a wallet, keys). He picks up the wallet and opens it up, checking the ID.
BOSS pulls a photo out from one of the
of the wallet. Studies it. Look over to MR SHURVER. Then puts the wallet back
on the table with the photo resting on it.
MR SHURVER. MR SHURVER, you've had an
He walks up to MR SHURVER, looks dead in
I don’t know how much you think you know
what's going on here. So let me... enlighten you. Hm?
BOSS open handed slaps MR SHURVER across
Tell me what the fuck you've done with my
END OF CONTINUOUS CAMERA SHOT.
BOSS slaps MR SHURVER again. MR SHURVER
pleading into BOSS eyes.
Oh? What money? What money? MY FUCKING
BOSS kicks MR SHURVER chair over. TIFF
with respect for BOSS. MR SHURVER is now on the ground. The beer bottle from
early is seen in the foreground. BOSS kneels on MR SHURVER and gets up close.
Took something that didn't belong to you
BOSS stands up and paces in front of MR
Now normally my stance on this subject
is more or less in favor, but, when you steal from me! (Chuckling) well, that
muthafucka better have an army! You? You don't.
BOSS kicks MR SHURVER in the side.
Hence why you’re in this predicament.
BOSS circles MR SHURVER.
You stole from me! My hard earned, blood
and tears money. You know what I do for a living, MR SHURVER? It’s not, it’s
legitimate. But what the fuck? I discovered a long time ago, that if you want
money, a lot of money. There ain’t no honest way bout it. There is no fucking
right or wrong. You do what ya gotta do.
BOSS looks over to TIFF, points to MR
on the ground. TIFF responds and picks MR SHURVER off the ground, leaving him
in his original seating position. TIFF moves back over to the door. BOSS
crouches in front of MR SHURVER, looking a lot more sincere.
Now I’m assuming that’s what you, and your
bitch, were thinking. You needed, or wanted money, so you did what you had too.
You stole it. What I’m trying to say here is, I can relate. I understand. Hm?
I’m also assuming that, you had no idea who you were stealing from?
MR SHURVER shakes his head
I bet it was a bit of a surprise when you
across that much cash? Hey?
MR SHURVER nods his head
And I bet you were even more surprised when
men chased and beat you in the street? (Chuckling) But I don’t want this to get
any worse than it has to. And it can get much, much worse. But you don't want
that. I don’t want that. I don’t have the time for that. I’m a busy man. I just
want my money. You understand? So just tell me, where’s my money?
BOSS quickly pulls the duck tape from MR
SHURVER'S mouth. MR SHURVER lets out a small yelp and takes in a huge gasp of
air. BOSS waits patiently while MR SHURVER takes a moment to collect his
I can get it for you.
That wasn't the question. TIFF was that the
No BOSS, it was not.
Where’s my fucking money?
I, I, I don't know exactly, but I can find
I just need to make a call.
Sounds like a fucking stripper’s name.
MR SHURVER stares TIFF down.
GINGER? Is that your bitch?
So, you don't know where the money is. But
BOSS nods agreeing with MR SHURVER.
TIFF consults the table and finds MR SHURVER'S mobile phone. He hands it to BOSS
It under GINGER?
BOSS enters the number but doesn't dial
yet. Then punches MR SHURVER right in the gut.
You ask her where the money is. That’s it.
Don’t mention us, this, anything. Just the money. She panics, you calm her. As
far as she knows, your fine, you just wanna know where the money is. Got it?
MR SHURVER nods.
BOSS dials the number then holds it up to
MR SHURVER'S ear. They wait awkwardly
as the phone rings out without GINGER picking up.
BOSS punches MR SHURVER again.
BOSS dials again.
GINGER (on speakerphone)
Upon hearing her voice MR SHURVER breaks
BOSS pulls phone away from him, covers the
mouth piece and glares at MR SHURVER. MR SHURVER realizing, stops his sobbing.
Baby, baby, is that you?
Yeah it’s me hon, how are you
GINGER now starts crying. MR SHURVER almost
loses it again, but catches himself.
Shh, it’s okay, hey it’s okay what’s the
(Sobbing) I thought you we're dead. i
didn’t know what to do.
No honey, no no I’m fine.
(Sobbing) I’ve been so scared.
Don’t be, I’m fine. We’re fine. I got away..
(cries) where have you been?
I’ve been hiding
BOSS indicates to MR SHURVER to get on with
But I’m okay now. How bout you? Are you
That’s good to hear. And what about the
Yeah its with me.
BOSS covers mouth piece
Ask her where she is
BOSS backhands MR SHURVER. GINGER can be
calling for MR SHURVER on the phone
Wherever she is, my money is.
No, please don’t hurt her.
It’s not about her; it’s about my fucking
money. The sooner I get it, the sooner you can see stilettos here.
MR SHURVER looks apprehensive at BOSS. BOSS
stares right back at him. BOSS uncovers the mouth piece, GINGER is now
Baby, baby it’s alright I’m here.
(Crying and mumbling in distinctively)
Where are you? I need you to tell me where
I miss you so much.
I miss you to honey, and I will come and
you right now.
I promise. But I need to know where you are
I didn’t know what to do. I ran to PAUL
BOSS hangs up the phone immediately.
MR SHURVER (sobbing)
GINGER! NO! You fucking prick
TIFF comes out of know where and punches MR
SHURVER right in the face.
Who the fuck is PAUL?
TIFF punches him again
PAUL! Who the fuck is he?
TIFF lines up MR SHURVER for another punch.
Alright alright, please!
PAUL is GINGER brother.
And where does PAUL live?
Hey man fuck you, this is-
TIFF punches MR SHURVER yet again, and
and again in the stomach.
BOSS lights up a cigarette.
TIFF gets the bit of duck
tape and tapes MR SHURVER'S mouth shut again. MR SHURVER begins to groan
hysterically. MR SHURVER is in obvious pain, and is very distressed as TIFF
holds MR SHURVER in
BOSS takes one puff of the cigarette and
blows it into MR SHURVER'S face. BOSS takes his cigarette and pushes it into MR
muffled yelps are heard from the hallway.
BOSS takes away the cigarette and walks
over to a table. TIFF begins to beat MR
SHURVER around a bit.
BOSS looks curiously at a box under the
reaches in and pulls out a pair of pliers.
TIFF takes a spot behind MR SHURVER and
pulls his head up by his hair.
Now you’re gonna give me an address
BOSS begins to undo MR SHURVER'S fly. MR
desperately tries to get away.
-BOSS pulls out MR SHURVER'S penis with his pliers and stretches it out-
He then takes the cigarette from his mouth
slowly moves it down towards MR SHURVER'S penis. MR SHURVER moans pleadingly.
TIFF removes the duck tape.
OKAY, OKAY, OKAY, OKAY! ALRIGHT!
BOSS still slowly moving the cigarette
FUCK, FUCK! He lives in Warradale.
MR SHURVER gasps.
Ahh um, K, King, Kan, K, Kingston Street
BOSS is just about their, MR SHURVER can
his pubic hairs burning
I don't know the number, I don't, I don't!
BOSS stops, looks at MR SHURVER
Please, please, I don’t know, I swear. I’m so sorry.
BOSS looks at TIFF, then takes a draw from
cigarette and begins walking away. TIFF reapplies the duck tape, and slaps him
lightly on the side of the face.
BOSS picks up the photo from on top of
and both he and TIFF walk out of the room, leaving MR SHURVER to cry by
The close of the door signals the end of
INT. HALLWAY: DAWN
JAMIE approaches TIFF as TIFF and BOSS walk
down the hallway.
What you do to him.
Don’t worry about it JAMIE
I could hear something. Some yells, and lot
I said don’t worry
I just wanna know.
BOSS leads them into the entrance hall.
Turing to face everyone as he
approaches the front door.
BOSS hands TIFF the photo.
Do what ya gotta do. I don't care if you
fucking rip every one of em apart. Get
my fucking money.
BOSS opens the door and exits without
closing the door. TIFF is about to follow
through but JAMIE stops him, JAMIE is eager.
Before TIFF can answer BOSS appears back in
the open doorway.
You wanna know?
You wanna know?
It’s not your job to know. It’s your job to
do what the fuck I tell ya to do!
Get my fucking money, and maybe you can ask him yourself.
BOSS turns and leaves. TIFF turns to the
group. FREDDY automatically beings to
walk forward. TIFF puts his hand out and shakes his head. FREDDY looks a bit
E, come with me. You two stay here and
E steps forward and TIFF and E exit.
JAMIE and FREDDY make eye contact. JAMIE
has a big smile on his face; FREDDY
has a serious look on his face. JAMIE bounces to the room where MR SHURVER is
INT. HALLWAY: DAWN
JAMIE runs up to the door of the room that holds MR SHURVER.
He opens it and turns on the light. JAMIE stands stunned at the sight of the
emotional and beaten MR SHURVER, JAMIE is smiling manically. FREDDY appears by
the side of JAMIE.
JAMIE starts to walk up to MR SHURVER. FREDDY grabs JAMIE'S
JAMIE shrugs off FREDDY'S grasp but does not try to get
to MR SHURVER. JAMIE is transfixed as MR SHURVER struggles and moans at the
sight of JAMIE and his psychotic smile.
JAMIE follows FREDDY'S directions and leaves the room.
What the fuck is wrong with you man?
Hey?... let’s get high.
FREDDY switches the light off and closes the door leaving the
FADE IN FROM BLACK SCREEN
INT. LOUNGE ROOM: DAY
FREDDY is sprawled out over the lounge and
JAMIE is lying on a bean bag, both
fast asleep. The TV is on. The dialogue from the TV show is heard throughout
A car is heard in the background, pulling
into the driveway. Two doors are
heard opening and then shutting. Two shadows walk past the lounge room window
in which JAMIE and FREDDY have passed out.
The Front door of the house is heard being
TIFF and E enter into the lounge room via the entrance hall. Both TIFF and E
look extremely tired.
E looks at JAMIE and FREDDY and then
notices that the TV is on. He proceeds takes a seat and gets comfy. ,
exhausted, sighs and walks out of the lounge room.
E sniffs and follows his nose to an
ashtray on the table. He finds a half smoked joint. Picks it up, along with a
lighter and sits back down to enjoy the joint and the TV show.
TIFF leaves E and the BOYS to it.
TIFF walks into the room, places the
picture back down on top of the wallet.
The picture is zoomed in on and it is of MR SHURVER and GINGER. TIFF get on his
phone and paces up and down in front of MR SHURVER. MR SHURVER reacts to what
TIFF is saying accordingly.
We found the house. Go back early tomorrow.
BOSS (ON THE PHONE)
Excellent. Once you get the money, get rid
of MR SHURVER and all parties
involved. Got it?
TIFF hangs up yawns and then looks up at MR
SHURVER who is moaning and
struggling. TIFF takes a depth breath and then leaves the room.
INT: LOUNGE ROOM
TIFF enters the lounge room. TV show is
still playing in the background. TIFF
notices that E has fallen asleep with the joint in his mouth. TIFF looks over
to the TV; he checks his watch, and then walks over, takes the joint out of E
mouth and takes a seat of his own.
FADE OUT TO WHITE
FADE IN FROM WHITE
INT. ENTRANCE HALL: DAWN
TIFF, E, JAMIE and FREDDY are all standing.
Keep him alive until our call. You
understand? But keep him... interested up
JAMIE could almost jump at the thought of
this. TIFF and E turn to leave.
Shouldn’t be too long.
The door closes.
JAMIE dances his way through the hallway to the door where MR SHURVER is.
INT. ROOM: DAWN
JAMIE opens the door and turns on the
light. MR SHURVER jumps as though he has
just been woken up.
FREDDY comes and stands in the doorway.
JAMIE bends down and retrieves a box from
under the table and thuds it down on
What you doing?
JAMIE has a big smile on his face as he
leans the box towards FREDDY showing
him what’s in there. (The contents are out of shot for the camera to see)
FREDDY is taken a back a bit
I’ll leave you to it then hey?
FREDDY places a mobile phone on the table.
FREDDY is already walking away.
FREDDY (off screen)
...what the fuck is wrong with you?
JAMIE digs into his box of goodies and
pulls out items one by one, placing them
in a row on the table.
Item 1. A grater
Item 2. Tweezers
Item 3. Pliers
Item 4. A Machete
Item 5. A box of nails
Item 6. A hammer
Item 7. A gun
Item 8. A ball of rope
Item 9. A lighter
MR SHURVER is absolutely terrified. He
starts crying uncontrollably. JAMIE
doesn’t seem to notice. He looks at his 'line up' with proud eyes. Then turns
to MR SHURVER.
JAMIE dances around him like a boxer would.
Punching MR SHURVER
a few times. Acting like a champion boxer.
JAMIE makes chit chat whilst punishing MR
Do you like Frankenstein? Did you know that
Frankenstein wasn’t actually the
name of the monster? It was the name of the doctor who made the monster.
JAMIE walks over and asses his table of
See it was Doctor Frankenstein. Doctor
Frankenstein that it’s named after.
People seemed to think it’s named after Frankenstein's monster.
JAMIE chooses the lighter.
Doctor Frankenstein made the monster out of
dead bits of bodies he cut up and
JAMIE takes the lighter to MR SHURVER'S
Letting it light for a couple of
seconds then patting it out. JAMIE lights his hair on fire again.
I did the whole dead body parts thing for a
experiments never came to life though obviously, I just did it for fun.
JAMIE pats out the flame on MR SHURVER'S
head. JAMIE walks back over to table,
throws the lighter back on the table.
And I never sowed them together; I just
like cutting them up, mutilating them.
But do you know what even more fun than mutilating dead body parts? Can you
guess? I bet you know. You get so much more personality with live body parts.
They twitch, they move, they bleed. Not to mention the screaming and the crying.
JAMIE points to MR SHURVER on the
'screaming and crying' part.
JAMIE is still assessing his table of goodies.
What shall we use next? Hm? I think...
we'll go for this
JAMIE picks up the hammer in one hand and
the box of nails in the other. MR
SHURVER screams in fear.
EXT. STREET: DAY
E is in the foreground, leaning on the
bonnet of the car, yawning and smoking a
cigarette, whilst TIFF is seen in the back ground talking to an old lady and
pointing to a photo. The old lady nods and points to a house, TIFF looks up to
the house and then sincerely thanks the old lady. He walks back over to E.
has been absent minded looking around at his surroundings smoking and yawning
quite a bit.
That house over there.
TIFF points out the house to E. E looks
over to the house.
E buts out his cigarette and both TIFF and E get in the car.
The camera stays on them until they drive off,
then slowly Pans around to the
house. This WIDE SHOT of PAUL house stays for a beat then changes to the exact
same shot, yet it is the next morning. the sunlight and shadows show this
A car pulls up in front of the house. TIFF
and E get out of the car and make
their way around the side of the house into the backyard.
INT. PAUL HOUSE: MORN
TIFF and E enter through the back door into
the laundry then into the kitchen.
E is charged by MAN 1 and taken to the ground. TIFF is late to react. MAN 2
enters from another room. TIFF shoots MAN 2 then MAN 1 who is still wrestling
onto of E, splattering blood all over his face.
TIFF and E split up, searching different
E opens a cupboard in a smaller
bedroom. GINGER is cowering in the corner of the cupboard. GINGER is sobbing. E
grabs GINGER by the hair. GINGER screams as E throws her onto the bed.
enters with duck tape in his hand and back pack over his shoulder.
EXT. FRONT OF PAUL'S HOUSE: MORN
TIFF and E carrying GINGER and a back pack
come crashing through the front
door. (Identical to first scene)
FRONT OF CAR:
TIFF is waiting in car as E shuts boot.
(Identical to first scene)
TIFF and E drive off. (Identical to first
INT. CAR: MORN
E looks furious as he wipes his face with a
rag. Distant thumps are heard from
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
TIFF chuckles as he takes his phone out and
dials a number
Fuck you to.
FADE IN FROM BLACK
INT. ROOM: DAY
GINGER is tied up and mouth taped, just
like MR SHURVER before her. she is
quietly sobbing to herself, rocking back an forth ever so slightly. the door is
heard opening and GINGER looks up.
Hi sweetheart. I'm JAMIE
The 'box' is dropped on the far side of the
table. in frame just enough to let
the audience know what it is.