Ext. Mid-day in the Inner City
Lunch Time in the Dark and dingy alleyway, black car , with engine running, sits quietly as its driver and passenger talk about their plans
Int. The black Car Two young gentlemen, all in black, very informal and rough ( criminals ) Both of the same age
Jimmy:
How long is this ‘gonna’ take, we’ve been here fucking
ages.
Michael: (chuckles to himself)
Fuck knows!, as long
as we get this little person
I’m not really bothered
how long it’ll take.
You brought
anything??.
JIMMY:
“ put’s on girls tights while
talking”
cause I have, got my
gun, and you know … head
gear
don’t want anyone
knowing what we’re getting up to
Ext: Black car driving through city scape, towards a car park. Same gritty criminals inside vehicle, except with ski masks on to hide their faces.
Ext: Black car driving through city scape, towards a car park. Same gritty criminals inside vehicle, except with ski masks on to hide their faces.
Michael:
“ laughs” No way am I driving…
in the middle of town
with you, and them
Jimmy: shut your face
(cuts him off before he finishes)
I have a phone call
I have a phone call
“phone rings”
(Picks up his phone and places it to his
ear)
Hello?... yea
yea we’re here don’t worry,
(Laughs) yea he’s here too, yea don’t
worry
bye.
He's such a prick
Jimmy: woah woah woah ! what are you saying ? !
That's the boss you're talking about
you wanna get yourself killed ?
Michael: So what! he is ! he's a big fat wanker
i don't like how he's been here five minuets
and can boss us around
immy: Just calm it will you
Michael: i don't like his face, i don't like his clothes and i especially don't like his ugly fucking irish voice
Jimmy: well he's second in command and our boss, soo you're gunna have to like it, Got that ? !
Michael: yea whatever
Child is stolen, vilans in the car speed off out of the car park and on to the main road, the child is suspisiously quiet
He's such a prick
Jimmy: woah woah woah ! what are you saying ? !
That's the boss you're talking about
you wanna get yourself killed ?
Michael: So what! he is ! he's a big fat wanker
i don't like how he's been here five minuets
and can boss us around
immy: Just calm it will you
Michael: i don't like his face, i don't like his clothes and i especially don't like his ugly fucking irish voice
Jimmy: well he's second in command and our boss, soo you're gunna have to like it, Got that ? !
Michael: yea whatever
Child is stolen, vilans in the car speed off out of the car park and on to the main road, the child is suspisiously quiet
