EXT. TOWN STREET - NIGHT
The outskirts of town, where houses are few and street lights
are fewer. Darkness lurks in every corner.
The reasonably well off live here in their big houses that look
impressive, but which on closer inspection reflect their
occupants less than perfect lives.
A car, dark and anonymous, pulls up opposite one of the shadier
houses.
THE PASSENGER SIDE HEADLIGHT: goes out as the engine dies.
The whine of the passenger window being wound down.
A HAND: exits the window holding a lit cigarette.
Ash flicks from the cigarette landing on the road.
THE HAND: disappears back inside the car.
INT. CRAIG'S CAR - NIGHT
THE CIGARETTE SMOKER'S MOUTH: as he takes another drag.
CRAIG (O.S.)
Close the window, it's fucking freezing.
Reveal CRAIG, the driver, and MAX, the smoker.
Both are in their late twenties and have the cold look of
problem solvers; other people's problems that is.
MAX
I though you hated the smoke?
CRAIG
I do!
MAX
And you still want me to close the window?
CRAIG
Smoke is slightly less annoying than
freezing your bollocks off.
Max winds the window up as he takes another drag on the
cigarette.
He breaths out and fills the car with smoke.
Craig coughs, choking.
MAX
I can open that window again, if you want?
CRAIG
No!
Max finishes the cigarette.
He opens the car door and deposits the butt on the road, closing
the door again.
Craig looks at his watch.
CRAIG (cont'd)
He's late.
MAX
Well let's go and do it ourselves then?
CRAIG
We,re a team.
MAX
Not for much longer.
CRAIG
Tonight we are.
MAX
I don't know why you're still defending
him.
CRAIG
I'm not defending him.
MAX
Sounds like it to me.
CRAIG
I'm not defending him.
MAX
If you say so.
CRAIG
I don't like it either, but there's not a
lot we can do about.
MAX
We could talk him out of it?
CRAIG
Since when has he ever listened to either
of us?
MAX
I'm just saying we should have tried,
that's all.
CRAIG
Then you talk to him about it later.
MAX
I will.
Silence.
Max looks at his watch. Time is getting on.
He fishes inside his jacket for his cigarettes.
CRAIG
You're not going to have another one
already?
Max lights up.
MAX
Guess so.
Craig coughs.
CRAIG
You're going to kill yourself... and me
most likely.
MAX
It relaxes me. You can still have the
window wound down?
No answer.
MAX (cont'd)
Suit yourself.
Max looks at his watch again.
MAX (cont'd)
It's getting late.
CRAIG
I said we wait.
MAX
How much longer?
CRAIG
Until I say so.
(beat)
You did tell him we'd meet him here?
MAX
Yes.
CRAIG
And you told him the correct time?
MAX
Yes.
Max exhales a large cloud of smoke. Craig chokes.
CRAIG
Fuck him, lets do it. You grab the bin
liner and I'll get the knife.
Craig exits. Max smiles to himself.
EXT. HOUSE, FRONT DOOR - NIGHT
A solitary light illuminates the front door.
Craig and Max approach.
Max carries a large black bin liner, Craig an evil looking
knife.
They stop by the door.
MAX
(whispering)
Why do you think he wants to leave?
CRAIG
(whispering)
He's getting married.
MAX
I know that, but it's no excuse to jack
your job in.
CRAIG
(whispering)
Shhhh! Get the light.
Max uses a cloth to unscrew the light bulb and then throws the
bulb into the hedge.
Craig goes to knock, but the door is opened before he can.
A Man backs out the door, pulling it shut behind him.
Craig slits the Man's throat.
Max puts the bin liner over his head and rolls it down his body,
like he's done it a hundred times before.
Max catches the Body on his shoulder as it falls.
MAX
I just don't get why he has to quit.
EXT. TOWN STREET - NIGHT
Max puts the body in the boot and closes it. He rejoins Craig
in the car.
INT. CRAIG'S CAR - NIGHT
They drive along, Max smoking again.
MAX
I bet the boss isn't happy.
CRAIG
Actually he gave him his blessing.
MAX
So he's not worried about the team breaking
up then?
CRAIG
No.
MAX
Would you quit if you were getting married?
CRAIG
No.
MAX
Then why does he want to?
CRAIG
Will you stop obsessing over it.
MAX
Doesn't it bother you?
CRAIG
Yes it does, but I don't go on about it.
Beat.
MAX
Ten years.
CRAIG
What about it?
MAX
You would think it would mean something.
CRAIG
Look he's getting married and he just wants
a normal life. Can't you be happy for him?
MAX
(begrudgingly)
I suppose.
(beat)
I wonder what she's like?
CRAIG
Plain.
MAX
Plain? You've met her?
CRAIG
A couple of weeks ago at his place.
MAX
You mean he invited you around?
CRAIG
Yep.
MAX
He didn't invite me!
CRAIG
I wonder why.
MAX
What's that supposed to mean?
CRAIG
You tried to shag his last girlfriend.
MAX
He's still not sore about that is he?
CRAIG
And her mum too.
MAX
She kept flirting with me.
CRAIG
(sarcastic)
Ah, that's OK then.
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
The car comes to a halt.
Craig and Max exit and open the boot.
Craig removes a shovel, Max the body.
Max dumps the body on the ground.
MAX
Who's turn is it?
CRAIG
Yours.
MAX
Are you sure, I thought I did it last time?
CRAIG
Very sure.
Max removes his jacket and places it on the bonnet of the car.
Craig hands him the shovel and Max starts to dig.
MAX
So what are we going to do now?
CRAIG
What do you mean?
MAX
When he retires?
CRAIG
Carry on.
MAX
How?
CRAIG
What do you mean by how?
MAX
He did all the planning.
CRAIG
So?
MAX
Who's going to do the planning from now on?
CRAIG
I will.
MAX
You?
CRAIG
Can't be that hard.
MAX
What if we look for someone else to join
us?
CRAIG
(sarcastic)
Great idea, we'll advertise in the local
paper.
MAX
There's no need for that.
CRAIG
Professional killer wanted. I can see an
advert like that attracting a lot of
interest.
MAX
OK, it was a bad idea.
CRAIG
Stupid even.
MAX
Shut up.
Max continues to dig in silence.
EXT. WOODS - LATER
The hole is a lot bigger now. Max is waist deep.
Craig exits the car and wanders over to have a look.
CRAIG
Looks about ready to me.
Max continues to dig.
CRAIG (cont'd)
Deep enough, don't you think?
A shovel of dirt hits Craig's trousers and covers his shoes.
CRAIG (cont'd)
You're really childish sometimes.
MAX
Apologise.
CRAIG
Sod off.
Another load of dirt hits Craig's trousers. Craig shakes the
dirt from his shoes.
CRAIG (cont'd)
OK, I'm sorry I called you stupid.
MAX
I think that's deep enough.
Max throws the shovel out to one side.
The shovel hits the body in the head, tearing away the bin
liner.
Max hauls himself out of the hole and brushes himself down.
He walks over to his jacket and recovers a cigarette. He lights
it.
CRAIG
Put the body in it then.
MAX
When I've finished this.
(beat)
He is good at it though.
CRAIG
Good at what?
MAX
Planning.
CRAIG
Yes, he is.
MAX
An artist.
CRAIG
Everything planned down to the last detail.
MAX
The choreography of business he calls it.
CRAIG
He has a way with words.
MAX
Bloody poof.
CRAIG
We'll miss him.
Craig walks over to the body and gives it a little kick.
The bin liner comes away from the body's face. Craig stares at
it.
CRAIG (cont'd)
Max?
MAX
Yup.
CRAIG
Where exactly did you say we'd meet him?
MAX
At the address.
CRAIG
Where exactly at the address?
MAX
At the address, why?
Max walks over to Craig and looks down at the body's face.
MAX (cont'd)
Oh!
CRAIG
You wanker!
FADE OUT.
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