Take the Next Road on your Left (Teleplay) Part 1

SC1. A BMW WITH TINTED WINDOWS PARKED OUTSIDE A BANK IN TAINSTAL, AN SMALL TOWN IN THE SOUTH WEST. LUNCHTIME
[FOUR HARDENED AND GRIM FACED MEN ARE SITTING IN THE CAR, TWO IN THE FRONT AND TWO IN THE REAR. THEY ARE SILENT FOR A FEW MOMENTS AS THE THREE PASSENGERS GATHER THEIR WEAPONS TOGETHER; THREE SAWN OFF SHOTGUNS]
VILLAIN 1 [TO DRIVER]:
OKAY NOW THIS IS YOUR FIRST JOB
[THE DRIVER NODS NERVOUSLY]
WHEN I COME OUT IF YOU’RE NOT HERE, KEEP DRIVING. DON’T EVEN STOP FOR JUICE. IF YOU DO I’LL FIND YOU WITH THIS [LIFTS SHOTGUN TO HIS OWN MOUTH AND PUTS IT IN AND THEN REMOVES IT] THAT’S ONE REFILL YOU WON’T WANT.
DRIVER:
I’LL BE HERE
VILLAIN 2 [IN REAR]:
HEY, I VOUCHED FOR HIM DIDN’T I?
VILLAIN 1 [TURNS TOWARD HIM AND SNEERS]:
IT’S A DOUBLE BARRELL
VILLAIN 3 [IN REAR]:
JESUS WE HAVEN’T EVEN DONE THE FUCKING JOB AND WE’RE ARGUING.
[PAUSE]
VILLAIN 1 [LOOKS AT WATCH]:
IT’S TIME
[THEY ALL DON BALACLAVAS EXCEPT THE DRIVER, EXIT THE CAR AND MOVE TOWARD THE BANK DOORS]
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SC2. A STREET IN A HOUSING ESTATE IN TAINSTAL AROUND MIDDAY. PRESENT TIME.
[THE SKY IS OVERCAST AND THE AIR HAS THAT DAMP QUALITY AFTER A SHORT BOUT OF DRIZZLE THAT THREATENS TO DRIZZLE AGAIN AND AGAIN WITHOUT EVER RESORTING TO A CATHARTIC DOWNPOUR. A CAR TURNS SLOWLY LEFT INTO THE STREET AND CRAWLS TO A STOP NY THE KERB. IT’S A NEWISH DARK BLUE MERCEDES AND SPOTLESSLY CLEAN]
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SC3. DRIVER’S SEAT OF THE MERCEDES (FACING DRIVER)
[THE DRIVER, CHARLIE LUCRE, IS IN HIS LATE TWENTIES. HE IS IMMACULATELY DRESSED IN A QUALITY DARK-BLUE PIN STRIPE ITALIAN TWO-PIECE SUIT. VISIBLE UNDERNEATH THE TOP OF THE SUIT IS A SMALL STRIPED DARK BLUE AND WHITE SHIRT ADORNED WITH A PLAIN PALE YELLOW TIE KNOTTED TIGHT TO THE THROAT]
CHARLIE (HE THROWS HIS HEAD BACK SO IT BOUNCES OFF THE SEAT’S HEAD REST. AS IT COMES FORWARD HE SCREAMS OUT):
STUPID FUCKING BITCH!
[HE LIFTS HIS RIGHT HAND IN A FIST ABOVE HIS HEAD AND HURLS IT DOWN]
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SC4. INSIDE THE MERCEDES (LOOKING OUT WINDSCREEN)
[SATELLITE NAVIGATION DEVICE SITTING ON HIS DASHBOARD. HIS FIST SLAMS INTO THE DASHBOARD CENTIMETRES FROM THE INSTRUMENT]
CHARLIE (EVEN LOUDER):
SHITTY SILLY BASTARD! WHERE THE FUCK AM I?
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SC5. DRIVER’S SEAT (AGAIN)
[CHARLIE THROWS OPEN THE GLOVE COMPARTMENT AND STARTS TO BURROW INSIDE. HE PULLS OUT SEVERAL ITEMS IN SUCCESSION – THE MERCEDES CAR MANUAL; A HALF-EATEN PACKET OF CHEWING GUM; A SMALL, PLASTER VERSION OF ST CHRISTOPHERS STATUE WITH AN ADHESIVE BASE; AN UNOPENED PACKET CONTAINING A SEXUAL STIMULANT PILL AND A BROCHURE FOR ORIENTAL HOLIDAYS]
CHARLIE:
I KNEW IT; I’VE THROWN THE BLOODY THING AWAY. CHRIST I REMEMBER NOW. FIRST GARAGE I PULLED INTO AFTER THEY INSTALLED THIS FIEND I CHUCKED IT IN THE BIN WITH THE PLASTIC GLOVES I FUELLED UP WITH. I SHOULD’VE KEPT THE MAP AND THREW THIS AWAY. HARDMAN IS GOING TO KILL ME IF I’M LATE
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SC6. AN INSURANCE OFFICE SITUATED IN A MODERN BUSINESS PARK. A WEEK EARLIER
[IT’S BRIGHT, EFFICIENT BUT PLAIN AND STEREOTYPICAL OF A CALL CENTRE. THE WINDOWS OVERLOOK THE OFFICE CAR PARK. PEOPLE ARE MANNING PHONES DISCUSSING APPOINTMENTS AND INSURANCE DETAILS. CHARLIE IS SEATED AND JUST HANGING UP HIS DESK PHONE AND ADRESSES A COLLEAGUE SITTING OPPOSITE HIM]
CHARLIE:
WELL BEN MY BOY THAT’S MY FIRST HOLIDAY SORTED THIS YEAR – HONG KONG I THINK
BEN:
TALKING TO YOUR TRAVEL AGENT IN FIRM’S TIME?
CHARLIE:
AS GOOD AS – IT WAS THAT SOFT PRICK, SORRY (MIMES QUOTATION MARKS) “VALUED CUSTOMER” THAT RUNS THAT NEW FACTORY MANUFACTURING SOLAR PANELS
BEN:
WHAT’D YOU SELL HIM THIS TIME?
CHARLIE:
LIFE
BEN:
HE’S ALREADY GOT LIFE
CHARLIE:
MORE LIFE THEN
BEN:
WHAT IS HE A FUCKING CAT?
CHARLIE:
NO HE’S A BUSINESMAN WITH A THRIVING CONCERN AND A DEVELOPING BANK ACCOUNT
BEN:
WHICH MEANS THAT IT’S FAIR GAME
CHARLIE:
NO POINT IN WASTING TIME AND PETROL ON POOR PLEBIAN BASTARDS THAT AREN’T BETTER DEAD THAN ALIVE
BEN:
THERE’S SOMETHING FUNDAMENTALLY DISTURBED ABOUT YOU. CHARLES MY BOY AS CONCERNED AS YOU ARE FOR HIS WELL-BEING HIS EARNINGS AREN’T LIMITLESS – FOR CRYING OUT LOUD THE BUSINESS IS BARELY SIX MONTHS OLD – YOU COULD CRIPPLE HIM
CHARLIE:
FUCK!
BEN:
GOOD GOD LUCRE, IS THIS A SUDDEN DISPLAY OF COMPASSION?
CHARLIE:
NO – HE HASN’T GOT LONG-TERM ILLNESS!
BEN:
I BET YOU HAVE WET DREAMS ABOUT INSURANCE
CHARLIE:
OH BEN I’M SORRY IS IT A DRY BED IN WALES FOR YOU AGAIN THIS YEAR?
BEN:
IT’S NOT ETHICAL
CHARLIE:
WALES? DON’T KNOW NEVER BEEN THERE. YOU’RE THE EXPERT.
BEN:
CHARLIE, SOMEWHERE ON THE HORIZON THERE IS A GIANT SILVER PIN AS SHARP AS THAT FUCKING SUIT YOU’RE WEARING AND ONE DAY IT’S GOING TO PRICK ALL THOSE PRETTY BALLOONS YOU’VE BEEN FILLING WITH ALL THAT VACUOUS HOT AIR.
CHARLIE:
BEN, HOW MANY SALES HAVE YOU LOST THIS YEAR?
BEN:
NONE [CHARLIE LOOKS AT HIM QUIZZICALLY] OKAY BUT ONLY THOSE THAT CANCELLED WITHIN THE TWO WEEK GRACE PERIOD
CHARLIE (SIGHS):
YOU CAN SIT IN RAINY RHYL BEN WITH A CLEAR CONSCIENCE IF IT SUITS YOU – I’LL SETTLE FOR THE IMMORALITY OF THE ORIENT.
BEN:
YOU’RE ON THE ROAD TO RUIN
CHARLIE:
YES IN A BRAND SPANKING NEW SHIT HOT MERCEDES
[HARDMAN ENTERS FROM HIS OFFICE AT THE REAR. HE IS A LARGE MAN – NOT FAT BUT SOLID WITH THE COMPLEXION OF SLATE –SHARP BUT SALLOW]
HARDMAN:
CHARLIE – A MINUTE
[CHARLIE GETS UP AND MOVES TOWARD THE OFFICE]
BEN (TRIES TO GET IN A FINAL SHOT):
I’LL GET THERE CHARLIE – MAYBE NOT AS QUICK BUT I PLAN TO STAY THERE
CHARLIE (MOCKING):
IN A MICRA?
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SC7. ROBERT HARDMAN’S OFFICE
[IN CONTRAST TO THE OFFICE WITH ITS PLAIN AND UNEXTRAORDINARY LAYOUT AND FURNISHINGS, HARDMAN’S OFFICE IS PLUSH. THERE’S A LARGE MAHOGANY DESK, HIGHLY POLISHED, CENTRALLY POSITIONED BUT BACK TOWARD A LARGE WINDOW WHICH OVERLOOKS THE ONLY GRASSED AREA ON THE BUSINESS PARK. A LARGE LEATHER CHAIR STANDS BEHIND IT WHICH AN ORDINARY MAN WOULD HAVE TROUBLE FILLING. THERE’S A CABINET DISPLAYING AN OLYMPIC GOLD MEDAL HARDMAN WON IN THE JUDO TEAM EVENT AT A GAMES SOME 12 YEARS AGO]
HARDMAN:
SIT DOWN CHARLIE
CHARLIE:
WILL THIS TAKE LONG?
HARDMAN (LOOKS CROSS AND THEN AS QUICKLY LIGHTENS UP):
LOSING MONEY EVEN AT THIS TIME IN THE MORNING?
CHARLIE:
IF I LOSE MONEY – DON’T YOU?
HARDMAN (PAUSES):
I GOT THIS JOB BECAUSE I’M A BASTARD.
[HE STROKES HIS GOLD MEDAL]
IF YOU CAN’T SELL I’LL CUT YOU LOOSE. I’VE SEEN THE FAILURES, SO HAVE YOU. THE GUYS WHO HAVE ALWAYS GOT THAT BIG DEAL GOING THAT’LL SEND THE GRAVY TRAIN ROLLNG OFF THE PLATFORM IT’S BEEN SAT ON FOR A YEAR. JUST ANOTHER MONTH’S SUB, BOSS, AND I’LL EARN YOU A THOUSAND WITH THIS ONE. THEN WHEN YOU FINALLY RID YOURSELF OF THE PARASITES TRY GETTING THE ADVANCES BACK, EVEN THROUGH THE COURTS.
CHARLIE:
EMPLOY LOSERS…
HARDMAN:
THAT’S WHY I’M HERE. I DON’T TAKE ON FLOTSAM CHARLIE. I’D RATHER HAVE TEN CLOSERS THAN A HUNDRED BAD SALESMEN
CHARLIE:
IT’LL BE BLOODY QUIET ROUND HERE THEN.
HARDMAN (SITS DOWN – PAUSES AGAIN):
WE HAVEN’T REALLY SPOKEN SINCE I CAME ON BOARD HAVE WE?
CHARLIE:
THAT’S BECAUSE YOU WORK HERE – I DON’T
HARDMAN:
MEANING?
CHARLIE:
LOOK. MR HARDMAN…
HARDMAN:
BOB
CHARLIE (IGNORING IT):
I UNDERSTAND WHY THE COMPANY HAVE BROUGHT YOU IN. SOME OF THE GUYS OUT THERE COULDN’T FLOG A NEW SWEAR WORD TO GORDON RAMSEY. NEVERTHELESS THEY’RE TRYING AND WHEN, OR BETTER STILL IF, THEY MAKE A SALE YOU CREAM OFF TEN PERCENT FOR WHAT?
HARDMAN (RAISING VOICE):
JESUS WAS I EVER SO DRIVEN? YOU THINK YOU’RE THE ONLY CUNT THAT EVER SOLD INSURANCE?
CHARLIE:
WHY’D YOU STOP?
HARDMAN:
IT’S A HARD ROAD CHARLIE.
CHARLIE:
SO YOU ARE SYMPATHETIC?
HARDMAN:
IT’S NOT SYMPATHY OFF-LOADING POOR SALESMEN – IT’S A KINDNESS. IF THEY’RE NOT CUT OUT FOR THIS LIFE IT SPARES A LOT OF HANKERCHIEF RINGING DOWN THE LINE.
CHARLIE:
WHILE YOURS STAYS FIRMLY IN THE BREAST POCKET
HARDMAN (SIGHS AND PAUSES):
WHEN I FIRST STARTED IN THE GAME IT SEEMED LIKE IT ALL ROLLED DOWNHILL AS MUCH, PROBABLY, AS IT DOES FOR YOU NOW. I WAS YOUNG, SINGLE AND COULD BUY MORE OR LESS ANYTHING I WANTED AND, TO BE HONEST, A LOT OF THINGS I DIDN’T NEED.
CHARLIE:
WELL…BOB…I CAN’T THINK OF A SINGLE THING I DON’T WANT NEVERMIND NEED
HARDMAN (CONTINUING):
TEN YEARS LATER WITH A WIFE AND TWO KIDS; SCHOOL FEES; MEMBERSHIP TO THE GOLF CLUB; GOVERNOR’S BOARDS AND A GLUT OF “MUST ATTEND” SOCIAL FUNCTIONS – WELL THE ROAD SEEMED TO DEVELOP MORE KINKS AND WHAT’S WORSE EVERYTHING STARTED TO FEEL…UPHILL.
CHARLIE:
MAYBE IT WASN’T THE ROAD. MAYBE IT WAS YOUR DRIVING
HARDMAN (CHUCKLES):
OH NO – I STILL COULD SELL BUT WHEN THEY OFFERED ME THE BRANCH I TOOK IT.
CHARLIE:
YOU CAME IN FROM THE COLD
HARDMAN:
MY EARNINGS DROPPED, SURE. I EXPECTED THAT. YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY HIGH FLYER WHO HAD TO ASSOCIATE HIMSELF WITH…
CHARLIE:
PARASITES?
HARDMAN:
PERHAPS THAT WAS AN UNFORTUNATE CHOICE OF…
CHARLIE:
VERMIN?
HARDMAN (RISES AND GOES TO WINDOW):
CHARLIE, WE MAY NEVER GET ALONG BUT I EXPECT SOME FORM OF DEFERENCE
CHARLIE:
I DON’T GET IT BOB. YOUR JOB IS TO RID THE COMPANY OF LEECHES AND FILL IT FULL OF FAT JUICY CLOSERS, LIKE ME, JUST TO SATIATE THE HUNGER PANGS OF ANOTHER SET OF LEECHES, LIKE YOU.
(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)
I GOTTA GO
[HE RISES AND WALKS TOWARD THE DOOR. HARDMAN HAS BEEN STARING OUT OF THE WINDOW BUT TURNS AROUND SUDDENLY]
HARDMAN:
I NEED YOU
CHARLIE:
I KNOW YOU DO
HARDMAN:
NO – I NEED YOU NEXT WEEK
CHARLIE:
WHAT FOR?
HARDMAN:
COMPANY SALES CONFERENCE IN TAINSTAL – IT’S ONLY A SMALL TOWN IN WILTSHIRE BUT ITS ‘EQUIDISTANT’ AS THEY SAY; SAVES THE COMPANY FROM PAYING OUT TOO MUCH ON EXPENSES. I WANT YOU TO SPEAK
CHARLIE;
FOR FREE?
HARDMAN:
FOR YOU, AS SPEAKER, OVERNIGHT BOARD IN ONE OF THE BETTER HOTELS THERE, A FIVE COURSE GOURMET SUPPER AND ENOUGH FREE DRINKS TO KEEP YOU PISSED FOR A WEEK. THE OTHERS CAN EITHER DRIVE HOME OR PAY THEMSELVES.
CHARLIE:
OKAY – WHAT DO I SAY?
HARDMAN:
CHARLIE, YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT YOU TO SAY
CHARLIE:
HOW DOES THE COMPANY’S TOP CLOSER DO IT, OR SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES?
HARDMAN:
PRETTY MUCH
CHARLIE:
ANY OLD CHUCHILLIAN PHRASES OF YOURS I CAN USE?
HARDMAN (LOOKING BACK OUT OF THE WINDOW):
NICE MERCEDES
CHARLIE:
I EARNED IT
HARDMAN:
HOW DOES IT HANDLE CORNERS?
[HARDMAN DOES NOT TURN BUT CONTINUES TO STARE. CHARLIE, UNDERSTANDING THE INFERENCE EXITS]
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SC8. PRESENT TIME. A BACK ALLEY IN TAINSTAL
[CHARLIE’S MERCEDES TURNS INTO WHAT APPEARS TO BE A BACK ALLEY, ONE THAT TYPICALLY RUNS AT THE REAR OF A ROW OF TERRACED HOUSES. RUBBISH BINS LINE THE SIDES OF THE STREET. CHARLIE DRIVES AROUND 30 YARDS AND PULLS UP. HE STARES VEHEMENTLY AT THE SAT NAV AND THEN AT HIS WATCH]
CHARLIE:
I’M SUPPOSED TO BE TALKING IN THIRTY MINUTES AND I CAN’T FIND THE FUCKING CITY CENTRE NEVER MIND THE HOTEL.
[LOOKS UP AND SEES AN OLD MAN LOOKING OUT BETWEEN THE CRACK IN HIS BACK GATE AND THE ADJOINING FENCE. CHARLIE LOWERS THE PASSENGER WINDOW]
CHARLIE:
HELLO. SORRY TO BOTHER YOU OLD SON BUT I’M LOST
[THE OLD MAN CONTINUES TO STARE AT THE CAR]
CHARLIE:
DID YOU HEAR ME? I NEED DIRECTIONS TO TOWN?
[SOMETHING CATCHES THE OLD MAN’S ATTENTIONS AND HE LOOKS TO THE REAR OF THE MERCEDES AND THEN QUICKLY SHUTS THE GATE]
CHARLIE:
OH FOR GOD’S…
[AN OBJECT HITS THE ROOF OF HIS CAR AND BOUNCES OFF THE BONNET AND ONTO THE GROUND]
CHARLIE:
FUCK!
[HE OPENS THE DRIVER’S DOOR AND SEES A HALF BRICK LYING ON THE GROUND. STANDING UP HE INSPECTS THE ROOF OF HIS CAR. A LARGE DENT AND A LONG GASH IS EVIDENT. HE LOOKS BEHIND HIM. TWO BOYS NOT MUCH MORE THAN 13 ARE GAZING AT HIM WITH A NONCHALNCE LACED WITH LATENT VIOLENCE. CHARLIE CLIMBS INSIDE THE CAR – HALF ANGRY AND HALF SCARED]
CHARLIE:
LITTLE BASTARDS – OKAY LADS LET’S MAKE ANOTHER COUPLE OF DENTS BUT THIS TIME YOU CAN BE THE BRICKS
[THROWS THE MERCEDES INTO REVERSE AND SPEEDS BACKWARDS TOWARD THE BOYS - THEY DON’T MOVE CALLING CHARLIE’S BLUFF. HE SCREECHES TO A HALT]
CHARLIE:
JESUS WHAT ARE THEY BREEDING ROUND HERE?
[HE LOOKS AT THEM IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR. THEY ARE LESS THAN 5 YARDS AWAY AND COMPLETELY MOTIONLESS]
SAT NAV:
CARRY ON FOR THE NEXT HUNDRED YARDS
[CHARLIE JUMPS]
CHARLIE:
SHUT UP YOU BITCH
[BEATEN HE CRAWLS AWAY UP THE ALLEY BUT NOT BEFORE HE LOWERS HIS WINDOW TO PRESENT THE BOYS WITH AN INDEX FINGER. AS HE DOES SO HE IS SUDDENLY SHOWERED BY A STICKY LIQUID. FEARFUL OF STOPPING HE CONTINUES TO CRAWL AND LOOKS INTO HIS OFFSIDE WING MIRROR SPYING A YOUNG GIRL ABOUT THE SAME AGE AS THE BOYS STANDING BEHIND ONE OF THE GREEN PLASTIC BINS. SHE IS SWINGING A CLASSIC GLASS COKE BOTTLE. SHE MOVES OFF TO STAND WITH THE BOYS. CHARLIE ACCELRATES AWAY BUT LOOKING BACK IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR SEES ONE OF THE BOYS BEGIN TO CARESS THE COKE BOTTLE (WHILE STILL IN THE GIRL’S HAND) AS IF IT WERE A WOMAN’S BODY]
CHARLIE:
THE FUCKERS SET ME UP FOR THAT. HOW THE HELL CAN I GIVE A TALK NOW COVERED IN THIS SHIT?
SAT NAV:
AT THE END OF THE ROAD TURN LEFT
CHARLIE:
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW?
[NEVERTHELESS HE OBEYS]
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SC9. BACK END OF THE ALLEY
[THE BOY SNATCHES THE COKE BOTTLE AWAY FROM THE GIRL AND THEY MOVE TOWARD A HIDDEN AREA CLOSE BY, WHERE THEY HAVE FASHIONED A MOCK ALTAR FROM LOOSE BRICKS WHICH IS DECORATED WITH ANOTHER DOZEN EMPTY BOTTLES. HE FINDS A PLACE FOR THE BOTTLE HE TOOK FROM THE GIRL. NO ONE SAYS ANYTHING]
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SC10.TAINSTAL HIGH STREET. 100 YARDS FROM THE BANK
[A YOUNG WOMAN IS WALKING TOWARD THE BANK IN A DAYDREAM. SHE TAKES A WRONG TURN INTO AN ALLEY NEXT TO THE BANK PREMISES AND IS HALF WAY ALONG BEFORE SHE REALISES. AS SHE IS WALKING BACK TO THE MAIN ROAD THE BANK ALARM GOES OFF AND THE THREE ROBBERS EXIT THE BANK CARRYING A SACK OF MONEY EACH AND RUSH TOWARD THE BMW. VILLAINS 2 AND 3 CLAMBER INTO THE BACK SEAT BUT VILLAIN 1 DROPS HIS SACK. THE NERVOUS DRIVER LEANS OVER AND PUSHES OPEN THE PASSENGER DOOR TO ASSIST VILLAIN 1 BUT IN DOING SO THE YOUNG WOMAN IN THE ALLEY ESPIES HIS FACE IN THE GAP BETWEEN THE CAR DOOR AND THE WINDSCREEN. VILLAIN 1 PICKS UP THE SACK BUT SEEING THE SHOCK IN THE DRIVER’S EYES HE TURNS AROUND TO FACE THE WOMAN]
DRIVER:
SHE’S MADE ME
VILLAIN 2:
SHOOT HER FOR FUCK’S SAKE
[VILLAIN 1 WALKS TOWARD HER AND LEVELS THE SHOTGUN. THE WOMAN IS RIGID WITH FEAR]
VILLAIN 1:
SORRY SWEETHEART
[PULLS THE TRIGGER BUT THE GUN FAILS TO GO OFF. IN THE DISTANCE POLICE SIRENS ARE BLARING. HE TURNS TOWARD THE SOUND]
VILLAIN 3 [FROM BACK OF CAR BRANDISHES SHOTGUN BUT VILLAIN 1 IS IN THE WAY]:
GET DOWN
[VILLAIN 1 DUCKS AND VILLAIN 3 AIMS TO FIRE AUTOMATICALLY BUT THE WOMAN HAS RUN OFF BACK THE WAY SHE CAME]
VILLAIN 2:
GET IN!
[VILLAIN 1 CLIMBS IN AND THEY DRIVE OFF AFTER HER]
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SC11. A MAIN ROAD IN TAINSTAL TEN MINUTES LATER
[THE MERCEDES NEARS THE CITY CENTRE]
SAT NAV:
TAKE THE NEXT TURNING ON YOUR RIGHT
[CHARLIE OBEYS. THE BUILDINGS ARE BIGGER AND SHOPS ARE IN ABUNDANCE]
CHARLIE:
THIS LOOKS PROMISING. WELL MY GIRL YOU DO HAVE YOUR ROUNDABOUT WAYS BUT I MAY JUST HAVE TIME TO CLEAN UP AND PULL THIS OFF.
[HE DRIVES UP TOWARD A BUSY JUNCTION]
CHARLIE:
THAT MUST BE THE HIGH STREET. THE HOTEL’S SOMEWHERE TO THE LEFT
[CAR NEARS THE JUNCTION]
SAT NAV:
AT THE NEXT JUNCTION TURN LEFT.
[CHARLIE BEGINS TO ROLL THE WHEELS LEFT AND LOOKS TO HIS RIGHT FOR ONCOMING TRAFFIC]
SAT NAV:
NO, TURN RIGHT
[CHARLIE LURCHES THE CAR BACK TO THE RIGHT AND THE MERCEDES IS HIT BY A SECOND OBJECT – A YOUNG WOMAN. HE FACE IS FROZEN ON THE WINDSCREEN FOR A SECOND AND THEN AS CHARLIE BRAKES SHE IS AS SUDDENLY GONE AS SHE BOUNCES BACK TO THE GROUND. ON THE HIGH STREET A BMW EXCELLERATES AWAY]
[CHARLIE SITS IN SHOCK AT THE SURREAL EVENTS HE HAS JUST EXPERIENCED. OUTSIDE ONLOOKERS ARE RUSHING IN TOWARD THE FRONT OF HIS CAR. AFTER A FEW SECONDS A MAN WALKS AROUND TOWARD CHARLIE AND OPENS HIS DOOR]
MAN:
YOU’RE OKAY MATE – I THINK’S SHE GONNA LIVE
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