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                            Boomers   
                                                                           
(Dave and Andy are twins around the age of 25. Michael is their older brother 
around the age of 32. None of them dress to well because of their financial 
criteria. Dave's the only brother that dresses in an individual way, he wears 
mostly baggy trousers and some music band t-shirts.)

Part 1: Opportunity knocks.                              

Intro sequence

Int- Best brothers house/ bathroom- night

(This scene takes place in the bathroom, the camera is positioned in 
the mirror and Dave is looking in to the mirror, he looks tired, 
nervous and his hair is messed up.)

Dave: Ok, you can make it through the bloody day, just be strong and 
patient, you got it? Good, strong and patient. Come on David, Silver 
Bay's champion you bloody well are!

Dave (narrating): Silver Bay's me hometown, and I know someone's 
going to ask later "why's it called Silver Bay? There's no bay" so 
let me tell you now. It was a nickname referring to the amount of 
factories at first, but then it attracted casuals so we kept with 
it.

(Dave splashes himself with water.)

Dave: Ok, give it a run. (Dealer voice) Like a boomer of this weed? 
Bust a natural high with a bit of the chronic and ya won't get too 
much of a good thing. (Beat) Glory! This isn't going well. I'll just 
'ave to hope it comes out good there and then. Plenty o' good comes 
on the night. Now focus David!

Andy (o/c): Watch this Michael.

Int- Best brothers stair- night

(A paperboy approaches the brother's letterbox. The boy posts a 
paper but the paper is then chucked violently through the letterbox. 
The boy hesitates before running for it.)

Int- Best brothers house/ hall- night

(The flat is 1 of those flats where the first room is a spacious 
hall leading off to other rooms. The hall has a table a table and 
chairs. In every corner there is a door leading to other rooms and 
there are other doors just between corners. The house is hardly in 
good condition and because of the brothers financial problems the 
walls are scraped e.t.c but they can't afford to do anything about 
it. The house has to be pretty basic.) 

(Dave crosses to the table where Michael is sat eatching Andy who's 
beside the letterbox. Dave looks at a mounted clock before shaking 
his head.)

Dave: You guys are immature, that's what you bloody well are. Just 
stop fannying about, the man of the hour meets us in a few.

Michael: 'Ere, how bloody long were you in the khazi for? Seemed 
like a bloody hour. 

Dave: Well that doesn't matter, just get yer jackets on, we got some 
business to do 'aven't we? 

Andy: Since when did both of us croak and leave you in charge? 
(Beat) We're supposedly equals in your little business ventures, 
remember? You can't give us orders.

Dave: I know we're equals, you supply some capital and leave me to 
set us up. But unlike you I got a proper job that's not just a dozy 
twat radio gig! I just want this done professionally.

(Dave then walks in to the lounge and the other 2 exchange glances. 
Dave then comes out carrying some trainers and his coat. Michael and 
Andy's are spread around the hall. Throughout the conversation they 
all put their trainers and coats on.)

Andy: So come on then, you 'aven't told us what we're selling this 
time. Come off a lorry then did it?

Dave: Keeping mum on that hornet nest aren't I? It's a secret innit? 
But I can promise you this; it's a healthy doze of raw and stash. No 
lorry shit or nowt.

Michael: So why are you holding it back? Last time you held out it 
was a grand out the bag.

Dave: But this time there's no late night card knocks is there? 
Look, it don't matter what it is, now come on, our associate meets 
us in 5 minutes!

Michael: Yeah, yeah, cool it. We can cover a load in 5 minutes. Born 
the Hovis way remember?

Dave: Well I want this done without bloody running don't I? (!) 
Ashma's a bugger and you're a lucky bugger for not getting' it. Now 
hurry up.

(Dave begins walking out the door and the other 2 shrug before 
running out after him.)

Ext- dark alley- night

(There is 1 light shedding light upon the area and it's just a 
streetlight. The walls are covered in graffiti. Dave narrates to us 
as the brothers approach the alley.)

Dave (narrating): The town's down near London and a few (miles) off 
Surry. Nobody famous grew up in Silver Bay and nobody made a movie 
about it, so why should anyone know about it? The town's got loose 
laws thankfully, compliments to the near democratic natuare in the 
town hall so a guy like me can bend the rules and turn them in to 
cold attitude. 

(The 3 brothers walk slowly in to the dark ally where they see a man 
dressed in black standing in the alley smoking a cigarette. Dave 
approaches him while the other 2 follow on. The mans name is Paul.)

Dave: Sorry 'bout our lateness Paul, just let the man in charge know 
we're usually more efficient about such things.

(Paul turns to face Dave and speaks in a booming voice. Paul is 
large and looks dangerous to say the least. Oh his arm he's got a 
snake tatoo.)

Paul: Yeah, well shit happens don't it? You got the order. 

Dave: Yeah, 2 ounces of fatty boomers right?

Michael (to himself): What's a fatty boomer?

Paul: Yeah, 'bout 2 ounces of grass.

Dave: So, in to smoking a blunt and enjoying a good natural high 
then?

Paul (impatiently): Can you just give me the fucking order? I intend 
to pass it on in half an hour. The boss sent me to pick it up from 
you 'cause he probably knew you'd just be another time wasting 
gypsy.

Dave: Ok, screw it, how 'bout you give off some capital and notes 
then?

Paul: Yeah, how much you wanting for the lot?

Dave (ponders what its worth): What about £300?

Paul: What? (!)

Dave: What?

Paul: Sodding rip off! Now the boss is going to bloody kill me, I 
can't beat you to a pulp with these guys watching and I'm running 
late as it is so I can't be come in even later empty can I? (!)

(Paul leaves the alley and the other 2 look at Dave angrily and Dave 
gulps before attempting to call for Paul's attention.)

Dave: Ok, I'll bring the price down, I will!

(There is a long silence and Dave turns to his brothers.)

Dave (to the other 2 calmly): How much should I 'ave charged?

Michael: Well as a guess, 220 quid or so. Could be wrong though. Why 
didn't you check first?

Dave: 'Cause it's not my way you know, I just get stuck in there and 
hope for the best. Anyway, I thought pig's ear was meant to reep of 
profit.

Michael: Well it doesn't 'cause it's bloody seedless it is! I don't 
believe this shit, you're a druggie now David! 

Dave: Relax bruv. It's not bona fide stuff, just a quick herbal mix 
with food colouring knocked up in god's kitchen.

Michael: WHAT! (?) So if the deal had gone ahead then we would have 
landed up in it with him and his buddies? It's a good thing the deal 
never went ahead.

Andy: Steady on Mike, for 1 of Dave's it's a damn good idea. 

Michael: Shut it! I'm bloody serious I am. They'd get you for it.

Dave: That's why I told them Pete's the man innit? 'Cause anyone 
round can comment on him being a reasonable guy, can't they? I 
spread the word that Pete's the boss while I'm the dealer.  

Andy: Great bloody friend you are.

Dave: What? This is just kid's stuff it is. When the boys meet Pete 
they should realise I was 'aving a laugh. 

Michael: I don't know what to say, I'm speechless I am. What if the 
cops get on to you?

Dave: Well that's when I pack it in, you see, there's no law against 
a homemade drug with THESE ingredients. This stuff doesn't even have 
the cannabis smell. 

Michael: Well it's still morally wrong David. I'm sorry, but I can't 
stand by you on this. 

Dave: Come on! Be reasonable, them guys shouldn't smoke dope anyway, 
so if I take the piss then what's the bloody problem? It's their 
fault for being involved in 'em. 

Michael: Well it's over so lets just get home. Can't stay out here 
much longer 'cause it's fucking cold.

(The 3 leave to back home. As they leave the alley we see the 
"Silver Bar" open with a light on.)

Dave: Maybe we could sell Pete's wonder stuff in the local and get 
some fat bucks afore moving on to a new bar next time. Keep doing 
that until we've got a packet.

Andy: David, you're on a bloody journalist salary you are. If you 
just save some bunce instead of buying trucky produce to sell then 
we wouldn't be living such a dire strait! Why the 'ell do you 
bother?

Dave: Why do I bother? Andy, see down that road? Down there's the 
place I want to live, down there's London. We won't ever afford 
something like that at this rate so we need these investments to 
double our fortune in a spin and dry.

Michael: Well I won't say you're not positive, but I will say yer 
not realistic. This isn't a real life and you won't make real money.

Dave: Well what the hell IS real? Anyway, the cops are the real 
enemies in this. Stop people from getting what they want they do.

Michael: Bullshit! That's just bullshit!

Dave: Stop being a whining git for a second and listen up; 'course 
the cops are bad, if you were well depressed wouldn't you want to 
feel high? If you're at the bottom of the barrel then why not want 
to feel good eh?

Michael: Well...

Dave: You know it makes it. Get what you want at a reasonable price 
eh?

Andy: Sorry to break up your little fantasy, but you're not giving 
them it genuine are you?

Dave: So... They think they're getting what they want and seeing as 
drugs are lethal then I'm technically saving their lives. It's a 
placebo Andy; it's all in the brain.

(Michael and Andy are totally gob smacked by this justification and 
story. Dave turns casually towards the pub.)

Dave: So lads, we going down the boozer or what? 

(The 3 walk towards the pub. Dave strides and the other 2 walk 
behind him reluctantly.)

Int- Silver Bar- night

(Quite a lot of people are in the pub but nobody's making much 
noise, it's mostly just mild chatter except for a few lads at the 
back singing in the background. The bar area's old fashioned but the 
rest of the pub's quite modern complete with 2 pool tables filling a 
side of the room. The opposite end has tables and a jukebox. The 
barman's named Stuart and behind the bar's a calender and a few 
trophies. Stuart's a typical happy bar man who tries to get on well 
with everyone.)

(Kevin and Thomas are beside the jukebox. Both are around the age of 
17 and working class. Thomas has a white cap on though and Kevin has 
dirty blonde hair.)

Thomas: Don't like the music though. Hardly Pink Floyd is it.

Kevin: I know, bloody dreadful innit?

Thomas: Totally. (Beat) 'Ere, I was thinking, (do) you want to 
experiment with a bit of weed? All the cats in our school do, get 
used to it over these holidays and rock it when term starts.

Kevin: Yeah, looks like fun it does. People will be desperate to 
hang out with Kevin and Thomas.

Thomas: Totally. It gets the birds to, know what I mean? Come on, 
would you rather sleep with a regular and down guy, or a guy that 
whips out the latest in the line of tricksies and dicksies?

Kevin: Well I wouldn't sleep with either of them guys, but I guess 
the prom queens crave those with the fuel. So they get their fair 
bit of it innit?

Thomas: 'Course, and we get our fair bit of it to, know what I mean? 
The biggest mistake a guy can make is to "smoke" the dope.

(Thomas winks then reaches in to his pocket and produces a wad of £1 
notes and loose change, it adds up to roughly £10.)

Kevin: Oi Thomas, I thought you were skint! How come you've got like 
a tenner now?

Thomas: Simple, when I got home I ripped it of. It was just simple 
5-finger discount. My dad won't notice a few bob gone.

Kevin: You should put it back before he finds out Thomas, or it's 
bloody curtains innit?

Thomas: Yeah, well when the final cut comes I assure you I will run 
like hell.

Kevin: Watch it with them Floyd puns.

Thomas: Anyway, lets get some drink and spend the rest on cheap 
knockers.

Kevin: I don't reckon we got enough there.

Thomas: Thought you never smoked weed.

Kevin: I 'aven't, but I know you can't get much for a tenner.

Thomas: Shut it mr Accountant! Go rape a calculator or something you 
great tart. You're a virgin so you don't know do you? 

Kevin: It's an educated guess.

Thomas: Well up that. (Beat) Wait, in our school all them stoners 
get down on pills eh? (!) Gets them lead and head don't it? Why 
don't we hold a bit and get some of them? 

Kevin: Well they supposedly blow yer fuse; know what I mean? Bet 
they pull a fairer bit of the talent though. Also, an echie is 
cheaper than a pint now.

Thomas: Long as it's cheap. Strict limit I'd give for a single and 
stand there is.

Kevin: But Thomas, all the classy birds get overly emotional anyway. 
Least with them skanks you don't have to hear them bitch about their 
feelings and stuff. Skanks know what they are so they just want some 
fun.

Thomas: Yeah, and they crave guys like us. Well guys like me at 
least, not you 'cause yer a faggot. Now lets get some drinks? 

Kevin: But we're under the age and that guy's no paki so he may not 
buy us.

Thomas: (That was a) Bit racist weren't it? White guys are dodgy to.

Kevin: Yeah? Well I was raised catholic I'm bound to be a bit grow 
fascist aren't I? Part of being Irish it is.

Thomas: Yeah, whatever. Listen; we just need a little bit of 
aspenage and we'll have em.

Kevin: Isn't that espionage Thomas?

Thomas: Whatever mr Oxford, go shag a dictionary or something else 
with words by the load.

(Thomas and Kevin go towards the bar with false confidence. Stuart 
looks suspiciously at them.)

Stuart: You guys old enough to drink here?

Thomas: 'Course we are.

(The brothers enter the pub. Dave gives instructions and they 
separate to cover more ground faster.)

Stuart (o/c): So what will it be?

Thomas: Get me a good pair of beers my good man.

(We see Jeff and Jim sitting on stools. In the background the door 
opens and Dave walks in with enthusiasm followed by his brothers. 
Jeff is around the age of 29 and Jim is around the age of 30. Jim 
dresses darkly and wears baggy gear while Jeff dresses more like 
someone from a hippy era. Stuart turns to these 2 men after passing 
Thomas and Kevin a pair of drinks, Thomas and Kevin then give each 
other a high 5.)

Stuart: So, are my favourite's good today? Jim, you yet got 
something to live for yet, or are you still on the rock' n' roll?

Jim: Yeah I'm still on the dole, but who needs money anyway? The 
house bill's not due for another fortnight or so yet. Always pay it 
in the end don't I? (Beat) Hey, there's that Anderson part, owe's me 
a bit he does.

(Jim leaves the counter and heads to another customer and starts to 
mingle with him.)

Stuart: And Jeff, how're you tonight?

Jeff: Same as him but less pessimistic. (Obvious hint) 'Ere Stuart, 
you know where a guy like me can get a job?

Stuart: Well if you really want I could set you up with something.

Jeff: Nah, I would never sink that low and before you ask him I 
would presume Jim wouldn't either. Sorry mate, just not my scene. 

Stuart: Right. (Beat) Well keep up the looking I guess.

(Dave approaches some women in the corner (3 in total, they're Bird 
1, Bird 2 and Bird 3.) standing beside the juke box. Dave approaches 
cautionary before taking a bag of what looks like cannabis from his 
pocket.)

Dave: Any of you good sorts want a bit of the grass? (It) Makes you 
higher than a star shine.

Bird 1: You're offering us cannabis?

Dave: Well that's the general idea, yeah.

Bird 2: Well fuck off and don't even try it unless you're on the 
open pole.

Bird 3: Get this mate; loose women don't do grass 'cause this is the 
needle generation. Wanting to sell weed then go off down a high 
school.

Dave: Well it's the holidays for them, but thanks anyway. Oh, I'm 
not on the "rag 'n bone" by the way. Dole scum just isn't me 'cause 
I'm a bloody jounralist.

(Dave mutters before walking away. On his way he passes Kevin and 
Thomas who talk loudly. They now stand beside the pool table.)

Thomas: Why can't I find a good joint to smoke? If I'm not stoned 
today then I will be fucking pissed a! (The a is to replace off) 
Hear that Kevin? Pissed a!

Kevin: You still a weed virgin?

Thomas: Yeah, but I came close once though, it was with that bird 
Rachel, you know her? She's 'at sort that can do them things with 
her lips.

Kevin: (I) Never saw that. Heard about it enough; sounds sweet.

Dave (overhearing): Well guys why not forget the gossip 'cause you 
could be having your lucky night the night. How would you like to 
try my new joints? (Beat) Top quality boomers they are.

Thomas: Sounds bongo.

Dave: Brilliant. How much (are) you wanting?

Kevin: Go and give us 2 quarters. 

Thomas: Yeah, and 2 more for me and all. (Beat) What're yer rates 
like? We 'aven't got too much.

Dave: The usual. I just thought seeing as you look the type that go 
down a state school and not a fancy type that you would know. What 
you got anyway?

Thomas: Erm... Nothing. (Beat) Actually, I got £7. How about a free 
sample? Or what if we pay you a bit now and the rest tomorrow? Or 
would you give us mate's rates on it? 

Dave: Sorry, no deal kids.

(Dave turns and leaves.)

Thomas (angry): Well you're not our mate any more! 

(Thomas and Kevin look at each other, Kevin shrugs then they turn to 
face the bar again.)

Thomas: So, what do you want this round?

(Dave approaches Michael who just looks empty while Andy approaches 
him from the background.)

Michael: Well I haven't ranked Victor Miles yet.

Dave: What the hell's Victor Miles meant to mean?

Michael: It means damn all.

(We get a pov from Andy watching a darkly dressed guy (Tony) 
entering the bathroom while Dave finishes his next line. Andy gives 
him a dirty look and then turns his attention back to his brothers.)

Dave (o/c): That right? Well I sold that much and all.

Andy: Bad day all round then. Listen guys, I'm just going down (to) 
the men's room.

Dave: Yeah? Well hurry up then. I bet you're bad luck or something. 
I tell you, we should get more offers than this. Council housing up 
the road isn't there?

Andy: Don't be so fascist David 'cause it's a pretty uptight view of 
the world innit? Would you like people making generalisations about 
us?

Dave: Point taken but not even considered. (Beat) 'Ere, I thought 
you were bloody gone and all.

(Andy sighs before he leaves the scene.)

Dave (looking o/c): 'Ere Mike, check them sorts. That guy's damn 
lucky. What d' they all want him for? (Has) He got a mulatto 12 
incher or something? His sorts 'ave got more far out culture than 
the dole round here?

(We see a man with 4 women by his side of different ethnic 
backgrounds. The man looks very merry and a bit camp.)

Michael (o/c): That guy? He's a bloody teapot bruv. Maybe got a 
mulatto but that's none of our business is it? He's all for the 
pole. 

Dave: Well them birds are going to hate him later in the night.

Michael: But they're his friends. Know what I mean? The name's Ryan, 
charming but unattainable to the girls, envy to the guys cause of 
his group o' sorts. 

Dave (o/c): Must be 'cause he's a bit of a woman or such. He's 
probably not gay either. 

Michael (o/c): Yeah, you may be on to something. 

Dave: Gay guys must get so much pussy.

Michael: Yeah, (laughs) you want a round?

Dave: Yeah, I could do with a cold drink, chill me.

Michael: Me pay? I'm bloody skint; you pay.

Dave: Screw that. I'm not paying. I've got no "hot and sunny." 
Stoney brassic I tell you.

Michael: Oh glory! We can't even buy a round now! What's the matter 
with this backwards town? Not even a fucking jack between us!

Dave: Yeah? Well I wasn't planning on coming in here empty pocketed 
was I? I thought we'd 'ave sold stock by now didn't I? (Beat) 'Ere, 
hold the bus; I know where we can pocket about 7 quid or so.

Int- Silver bar mean's room- night

(The toilets are in a damp and dingy corner. The men's room is 
spacious and contains a long row of urinals with a row of cubicles 
opposite. The room's empty apart from Tony who's just finished using 
a urinal. He zips up his jeans and is shocked when he turns to see 
Andy.) 

Andy: Hello again Tony boy.

(Cut to the next scene on a glance in Andy's pocket where a pistol 
rests.)

Int- silver bar- night

(Dave and Michael are now talking to Kevin and Thomas beside the 
pool table.)

Thomas: So we win and you get us the drinks.

Dave: Yeah, that's the rule.

Michael: Only drawback is if we win you 'ave to buy us a round.

Thomas: Fair enough, not every bird can sing.

Michael: Yeah, to true. So, do want in on it?

Thomas: 'Course, just bring it on.

Int- Silver Bar men's room- night

(Andy now has Tony in a corner where he holds the pistol to his 
head. Tony is very nervous and Andy comes off as being pretty damn 
scary here so we're seeing a totally new side of him.)

Andy: You've been screwing with me too much Tony. (Beat) You know I 
can just pull the trigger and blow you away.

Tony: I know, I know. (Beat) Take the money.

(Tony gives Andy a heap of money from his pocket. Andy pockets the 
money and smiles a proud smile.)

Tony: How did you know I was here?

Andy: I didn't. Guess I was damn lucky, if I hadn't found you here I 
would have spent the night down the docks waiting for you.

(Andy pushes Tony before he points the gun at him for a last time. 
Andy then turns to leave. As Andy leaves the toilets Tony leaps on 
his back and floors him.)

Int- Silver Bar- night

(Michael is setting up the balls while Thomas is choosing a cue from 
the 5 that Kevin holds out. A lot of people are gathered around the 
table waiting for the game to take place.)

Thomas: Man, yer going to be sorry ya crossed me. I'm that damn 
slick you won't know what hit you.

Michael: Well go and hurry up with it so we can start the damn game?

Thomas: Yeah, cool it. Never rush genius. Rome wasn't built in a day 
you know.

Int- Silver bar men's room- night

(Andy struggles with Tony. Tony knocks him against the wall and 
punches him making him bleed before Andy hooks him and starts 
kicking him in the stomach. Tony flops back and Andy leaps to his 
feet and steps over Tony.)

Andy: Nice doing business with you.

(Andy takes some loose change from his pocket before he hurls a few 
coppers at Tony getting him in the head. Tony's left on the floor 
bleeding a bit and Andy turns out the lights as he leaves the door.)

Int- Silver Bar- night

(Thomas is preparing to take the brake as Andy approaches mopping 
his brow. During this sequence when Kevin speaks it puts him off the 
game so on all occasions Thomas is just about to take the shot.)

Thomas (to himself): This is it. Will it be me? Or will it be the 
fucking beast?

Kevin (just as Thomas has his aim correct): Thomas, he only gave you 
the pot shot so you bend over. He's a big faggot I tell you. He just 
wants to bust a loaf over you and hope the grain lands on that face 
of yours.

Dave: Just let him take the bloody shot and don't be so sick minded.

Kevin: Ok, point taken, but do you not find him that little bit 
sexy?

Michael: Listen kid, your friend's not sexy, he's just another acne-
faced de-generate fuck. Now shut it and let him play!

Kevin: Calm! (Thomas prepares to take the shot again) Hear that 
Thomas?

Thomas: Just shut it you fucking shag! I'm just trying to 
concentrate. 

Kevin: Oh, sorry. (As Thomas gets his aim) If you had said 
constipate that would 'ave been well funny. That's a funny joke 
innit Thomas? (Mimics Thomas) I'm trying to constipate. 

Thomas (flatly): Yeah, bloody great. Now shut it. 
Kevin (as Thomas lines up his shot): I'm really fucking sorry 
Thomas.

(Thomas is surprised by the suddenness of Kevin's interruption and 
in fright moves his cue and misses all the balls and scrapes away 
part of the green on the table. All off the group begin to laugh at 
Thomas so he mutters to himself as he walks away.)

Thomas: Up your's Kevin!

Michael: What about the drinks kid? 

Thomas: They're up ma arse! (Beat) That's right! They're up ma arse!

Kevin (to the crowd): They're not really in his jacksie so don't try 
a thing.

(Kevin turns and runs out the pub after Thomas.)

Dave: Stupid kids. (Beat) Where did they learn such filthy language? 
What's the school teaching them? 

Stuart (from the bar o/c):Oi David, get it over this way.

(Stuart waves to the brothers. Dave shrugs before leading the way to 
the bar.)

Dave: Real nice game we played the other day weren't it? Got to 
break in again, long as that cricket bitch doesn't stop us.

Stuart: Yeah, yeah. Look Dave forget the football, I hear you got 
some weed on you. 

Dave: Yeah I do. But say a thing and I'll smile you.

Stuart (sarcastically): The dreaded silver smile? Don't bloody worry 
mate, my lips are good as sealed. Anyway, I know people who won't 
mind a bit 'cause believe me on this, less dealers come than you may 
think.

Dave: Well we got a bit with us, only a couple of tonnes worth o' 
the shit. 

Stuart: Anyway, I can grab you some customers if you give me a bit; 
just slip me a tenner and it's all water on the back.

Dave: A tenner? Not on me right now, but slip me at the end of t' 
show and it's yours.

Stuart: Sorted, I've got to make a bit don't I? Meet me in that dark 
as shit ally out there in 10. 

Dave: Yeah, all sounds quite pukka. I'm always up for business. 
Anyway, we just need a little chat, bit of team talk you know? No 
time like the present, see you there in 10.

(The brothers walk out the pub, the camera is from a behind view. 
Andy walks slower than the rest because he now has a mild limp.)

Ext- dark alley- night

(The brothers are now in the alley again. all of them lean against 
the 2 walls. Dave smokes a cigarette and gets off the wall to walk 
further down the alley and then back to his brothers.)

Dave: Well Stuarts sure taking it sweet. (Beat) Everyone 'round here 
should 'ave done before for drugs so lets hope their now needle boys 
and girls. This better go pukka 'cause we can't afford otherwise.
 
Andy: Yeah, well don't bet your shirt on it, Stuart's not here yet.

Dave: The guy seemed genuine and he's never let me down in the past. 

Andy: Yeah, well you've let him down a fair bit.

Dave: Yeah, well I always tried my best didn't I? Unlike you, you 
screw things up all the bloody time!

Michael: Listen guys, the big question is what we're going t' do 
when they notice this isn't hash.

Dave: God knows! There's a small chance we can pocket the money and 
leave em. Most o' them buyers should be strictly smack heads so 
they'll not know the cannabis effect.

Michael: Yeah, well you better be right, 'cause if not than we're 
done out.

(Dave's mobile rings, he then answers.)

Dave: Hello, oh, hi Pete, sorry about not calling earlier today, 
yeah, fucking madhouse I tell you. (Beat) What... Later tonight, yeah 
that's no problem... Yeah, be there in about a half, yeah, got stuff 
to do. Well that's none of yer bloody business, is it you nosey git? 
(Beat) Ok, ok, point taken, phones; yeah, I'm selling. Not bad, bit 
dodgy, but then again, so's everything innit? 

(Andy and Michael exchange glances.)

Dave: My whole culture's based on the dodgy gear. (Beat) Ok, should 
be there in half an hour.

(Dave hangs up.)

Andy: What's that all about?

Dave: Pete, seeing him in half an hour. 

Michael: What about the drug splash?

Dave: That'll just take 15 minutes or so, maybe less if Stuart gets 
a fucking move on. (Beat) It'll be cool; Pete won't give a monkey's 
if I'm late.

Andy: Sure he won't, but I reckon this is going to take a bloody day 
and an age. 

Stuart (o/c): The others should along soon! Rounded them up I did, 
but they need some scrounge of their wives.

(Stuart joins the brothers and speaks with his usual confidance.)

Dave: Yeah, well couldn't we just give you the lot to pass on? We're 
up and due in a quarter of an hour.

Stuart: Nah, the boys want it out first before paying. Think this 
may be phony; know what I mean? It's coming from you after all.

Dave: Well they can't try it first! That's not bloody Scarborough. 
(Means fair)

Stuart: Well why not?

Dave: Because.

Stuart: Because what?

Dave: Well just because... 'Cause it's over the bloody rainbow it is. 
What if they don't pay up? 

(Stuart ponders the situation for a couple of seconds.)

Stuart: Ok, they pay up, but you guys join 'em.

Dave: Love to but we simply 'aven't the lot to go 'round. Oh, we're 
the consumers, not the customers.

Stuart: Yeah, well you said you had a bit on you, no danger you can 
sell it out the night. Your hash isn't better than no other hash. 

Dave: Believe me, it is. This is quality hash for yer cash. You got 
a lot to learn on the drug world Stuart.

Andy: Yeah, this stuff's different from everything else, I bet my 
life it's unlike every other smoke.

Stuart: Well the situation's been explained to you so I'll go back 
to round while you make pretty speeches. That is unless you got a 
problem with it.

Dave: Ok! I'll bloody smoke it then. Jesus, your tighter than a your 
mother's you are.

(Stuart reacts to this before leaving the brothers and the alley 
behind.)

Dave: Maybe we're a bit too obvious. If he doesn't suspect anything 
then he's half way to Hull.

Andy: Well it doesn't matter if he suspects nothing, we can't show 
our faces 'round here from tomorrow anyway.

Dave: Well that's not true, Stuart will still be our mate won't he? 
We're on his bloody football team.

Insert- writing

Never use your mind, try thinking with your brain.

End insert

Ext-dark alley-night

(It's just later in the dark ally. The buyers have arrived with 
Stuart. These people haven't yet appeared apart from Jeff and Jim. 
In total there is about 10 people we haven't seen. Weirdly most are 
woman.)

(Andy is talking to Dave privately away from the group while Michael 
attempts to get everyone to line up.)

Andy: What the fuck are we going to do?

Dave: It's all toys in the window. (Beat) Sorted, most of these 
guy's are so pissed they won't be able to tell if they're stoned are 
not. Once they've started we can do a fucking runner.

Andy: You better be right about that.

Dave: 'Course I am. (To customers) (It'll) Cost you a score a 
quarter!

(Dave and Andy then approach the others who are leaning against the 
wall. Slowly Dave hands out little bits to the individuals who give 
him money for it. Dave smiles and they put the substance in their 
pipes to smoke.)

Dave: Enjoy.

Stuart: No, why don't you go first?

Dave (in panic): Why? (Beat) Why the bloody hell should I go first? 
I'm doing you lot a favour. 

Stuart: Reputation scales it otherwise. Not like you're the bloody 
pope or nothing is it? I know you're a mate, but you're known as 
dodgy Dave here.

Dave: Really? Well I assure you there's nothing dodgy going on 
'round here, know what I mean? It's all damn slap and bang it is. 
What buggers call me that?

Dave (narrating): As I see it the world is made of 2 kinds of 
people. Them people that live to make a difference, and them that 
live 'cause suicide's unhealthy. Sadly I fall in to the second 
category.

(Dave looks at them all staring right at him before giving Andy the 
substance minus what he smokes and Michael a takings bag. Dave 
slowly sets up his pipe for a smoke. Dave then swallows hard and 
lights it. Dave slowly smokes it.)
(Dave's face is normal at first but then he seems a bit dazed and 
starts to laugh, he then smiles and staggers forwards before falling 
against the wall.)

(The others back off then after a moment all light their pipes and 
begin to inhale the wonder stuff. The crowd then shout and jeer.)

Michael: 'Ere Andy, is this really happening?

Andy: I reckon so. Bloody miracle I tell you. 'Ere, you take the 
money while I make a smoke of it; I'm going to see a good lobster 
skin shop down this street.

(Andy runs in to the crowd. Michael tries to stop him but can't 
manage. Michael then sighs as people line up to give him money.)

Ext- A field in a farm- day

(Dave is lying in a field. Around the field there is grass and more 
grass. Dave slowly wakes up after he hears a rooster crow then 
groans.)

Dave (to himself): What the hell?

(Dave gets to his feet and begins to leave the field. On the way 
Dave slips in the dirt and then stumbles to his feet again.)

Dave: How the hell? That was forged grass it was.

(Dave shrugs then quickly leaves the farm. Dave's clothes are 
covered in dirt and his jeans are torn, once over he sees the farm 
entrance and walks through it. As he does so a few farmers and 
children watch him from around the exit.)

Int- Pete's house/ lounge - day

(Pete is Dave's friend but James hates him. and so throughout he 
acts negatively towards him. The house is much better and bigger 
than the Best brother's house and we're only inside the lounge, who 
can imagine what wonders are upstairs. (?) These guys are upper 
middle class. Lewis enters the scene later. Lewis is short and fat. 
James and Pete are watching the television.)

Pete: 'Ere, Davd didn't turn up later in the night did he? I was 
asleep by the early hours.

James: Nah, he didn't bother. Peter, the guy's a working class bum. 

Pete: Don't talk about him in that way. (Beat) And don't act like a 
despot 'cause it don't suit you.

James: Yeah, whatever. Just ask him if he's ever held a triple crown 
and I bet he says no.

Pete: So, just 'cause he's not a yuppy git like your's it don't 
matter does it? That mate of yours down at the club, he's a bloody 
gangster he is.

James: That's just a rumour, and my friends certainly aren't 
yuppies. (Beat) (We'll) Sort it out later. 'Ere, how's Janet? You 
never talk about her nomore.

Pete: Well she's good, yeah great. Just don't talk about her a lot 
cause I know you'll just fake an interest like you do when we watch 
MTV. You're a strong catholic for Christ's sake. Know what I mean? 
It's all sex below crosses and the lot. All sounds pretty unholy 
don't it?

(Lewis enters the room.) 

Lewis: Hello people. It's a lovely day innit? Just love the weather 
this time of year, should be snowing but it's not.

James: Yeah, it's really something. 'Ere Lewis, go and grace us by 
making yourself absent?

Pete (to James): Lay off him James.

Lewis: I know. That's a horrible thing to say. You know James? I 
remember when you were nice to me and gave me respect.

James: Lewis, that never happened.

Lewis: Sure it did, you were nice to me last night when I was 
asleep.

James: That was a dream you idiot.

(Lewis sadly leaves.)

Pete: what the hell did you do that for?

James: What? That's just water off his back, trust me. He used to 
hate it back in university when the boys and me ignored him. Since 
he spoke up he's always been the centre of attention hasn't he?
 
(We cut to the next scene.)

Ext- a street- day

(Dave arrives in the street where we see a lot of tenement buildings 
and small buildings. This council housing estate so nothing looks 
too glamorous. Dave sighs and then narrates the rest of the scene as 
he walks along the road.)

Dave (narrating): Well I was a fair bit from home so I guess it 
would make sense if I told me life story now then. (Beat) The name's 
David if you hadn't guessed, but I hate that so call me Dave.

(Dave sighs to himself.)

Dave (out loud): Fucking herbs!

Dave (narrating): I live at home with me sieblings Andy and Michael. 
Shared the house for 13 years we have. We got it after our parents 
died in a crash. The house used to belong to our gran before she 
croaked and our uncle bought the house before he let Michael sign a 
lease form for ownership of it, the girl may be a dump, but rates 
are great. 

(Dave coughs a few times before he continues walking.) 

Dave (narrating): My day job was a journalist position for the local 
paper but brothers and me don't just get by on a journalist pay 
packet alone. Michael also appears on Radio regularly, just check 
local listings and search under Silver Radio. 

(A passer shoves Dave with his shoulder in a typical hard guy 
fashion.)

Dave (narrating): Most people set their ambitions high, but lets be 
realistic for a second, I won't ever be rich or famous, but what I 
do believe in is that I will be the proud owner of a London house. I 
do some deals with the money I get to try and double it so I can get 
London house and leave this field of fear and hostility alone.

(Dave enters the stair.)

Int- Best brothers house/ hall- day

(Dave enters the hall through the front door.)

Dave (narrating): Effects of LSD, compatibility of hash, all I 
needed at the time was the availability of crack.

(Dave bends over and picks up some mail.) 

Dave (narrating): Started like a typical morning. Began with some 
abuse in the standard form of a letter.

(Dave opens the letter and we here a narrator reading it out.)

Narrator: Dear mr Best. Another article by you and another article 
only to appeal to those free of mind. I don't know why they bother 
keeping you; the paper's not even a tabloid so why keep a counter 
culture page? Counter culture's not even a culture!

(Dave rips up the complaint and shoves it in the bin.)

Dave (narrating): Bloody infidels. Not even a culture? I bet more 
than 2000 slackers are 'round, so legally counter culture's a 
religeon fucking religeon.

Int- Best brother's house/ lounge- day

(Dave enters the lounge where Andy and Michael are asleep. Andy is 
covered in dirt and Michael is soaked. Dave remains on standing 
while he talks to them.)

Dave (surprised): What happened to you guys? (!) 

(Andy and Michael wake up.)

Dave: I leave you for a minute and you come in more down and out 
than the likely lads. All them round the estate must 'ave pissed it 
when you guys came home.

Andy: (I) Can't remember a thing, honestly I can't. Woke up down the 
mound in the dirt.

Dave: Ok, and Michael?

Michael: Some of them trippers shoved me in a pond after a quick 
bit. 

Dave: Well bad luck I guess. (Beat) Sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph! 
You better have the money on you!

Michael: 'Course I do, unlike you guys I avoided the hereditary 
condition so I'm not a total dip-shit. It's in my bloody pocket 
innit?

Dave: Good. Andy, what the hell were you thinking? Why the hell did 
you get stoned? Bit of a monkey thing to do weren't it?

Michael: (The) Stupid tit gave in to peer pressure.

Andy: You watch it! I didn't! I just didn't want to reach it without 
ever smoking a homemade drug. 

(Dave laughs to himself then realises something.)

Andy: You do realise you're a dealer now don't you David? That makes 
you scum it does.

Dave (sarcastic): Really, and they say you're the dumbest member of 
the family. Infact, you guys are both the dumbest member of the 
family, and hear me out, this is a goldmine it is.

Michael: You want to deal again then? You make me light in the head 
you do, what about the local mafia? What about the cops?

Dave: Cross them bridges when we reach them. I can't believe yer 
worried about that. No laws against it and the mafia won't care if I 
get some dough will they?

Andy: Just give it up Dave; you would do anything to look like more 
of a slacker. Suits your self made image of being a waster it does.

(After a beat Dave grabs some paper and begins writing on it. Dave 
then finishes the list and gives it to Michael.)

Dave: Ok bruv, here's the ingredients list. Go and get them.

Michael: Why the hell should I have to go?

Dave: 'Cause I have places to go and people to see. 

Andy: And I can't 'cause I'm covered in shit.

Michael: Well I don't know if this is going to work. This could be 
like last time with them printers.

(Dave sighs and passes him a credit card from his wallet that he 
swiftly removes from his pocket.) 

Dave: Stop clinging to the past you bloody dyke. Take me plastic 
with you. The bunce on it should cover things quite lively.

Michael: Well you better understand that it's your money that gets 
used.

Dave: Yeah whatever. Just go bruv, but remember to use my name, my 
number is on the shopping list and I should have enough kosher 
readies in the account to pay for it.

Michael: Yeah sure, I better be off now then. (Beat) Wait! How do 
you have all that capital?

Dave: Save it all for a rainy day bruv. I've been planning this for 
a while and saving for longer. There should be enough for the 
shopping list so get on your way.

Int- mall- day

(Michael crosses through a typical mall to a large supermarket. The 
mall is full up and most of the people are women.)

Int- Supermarket- day

(The supermarket is large and is crowded. There are many cash 
registers and checkouts around the place and a load of security 
guards patrol the area.)

(Michael gets a shopping trolley and a guard watches him 
suspiciously. Michael slowly walks down an aisle and stops in front 
of the herbs. Michael reads of the list and hurls some herbs and 
spices in the trolley.)

Michael: Now, what next?

(We see Michael at the checkout. A lady is serving him. She sounds 
like a kind person and has tied back brown hair. We see all the 
items going through the checkout and their names come up apart from 
the last item. As the last item goes through Michael moves his right 
hand and this covers the name of the item and then he takes out the 
credit card. She is around the age of 30.)

Michael: Would you accept credit card?

Lady: Of course we would.

Michael: Ok, good. The number's 2134567854 and my name's Best, David 
Best. Can I get home delivery?

Lady: Certainly. 

(The lady puts the credit card number in on the computer.)

Lady: Where do you live?

Michael: The address is 18 Palmerstone Place. It's the third floor, 
red door.
 
Lady: Cheers guv, we'll have it there between 6.00pm and 7.00pm.

Michael: Cheers to you then. (Beat) And do you come with the 
shopping?

Lady (giggles): 'Course not. (Beat) Wait, are you asking me on a 
date?

Michael: No. But if you're asking me for a night then fine I guess. 
Just bring the stuff to my house and I'll take you out. (Beat) How 
old are you?

Lady: I'm 30 and I don't normally deliver, but if you want I can get 
over at 8 That IS if you want a date with me.

Michael: Yeah, I accept yer night.

Lady: I'll be there for your...

(Michael just leaves before she can finish the sentence.)

Int- Silver Bar- day

(Stuart is sitting at a table with Dave. Stuart is a bit shocked but 
Dave is acting confident and casual.)

Stuart (Impressed): Unbelievable. (Beat) You smart bastard. Few 
people can screw up a con by making it genuine, but you managed it.
 
Dave: Great innit? So do we have a deal or what?

Stuart: 'Course not. (Beat) You expect me to deal drugs to my 
customers for a share of your profits? You've got a right nerve you 
have. You're the guy that risked me having a good kick in last 
night, and lets not forget the past.

Dave: Come on, I may have let you down before, but we're mates 
aren't we? What about my review of the pub? Great it was. Anyway, 
how were you at risk?

Stuart: How was I at risk? I advertised you to the punters, if they 
found you as a fraud they'd have been a bit up on me.

Dave: Yeah, ok, sorry. But hear me out will ya? This isn't illegal 
yet. Only reason I can't case the load here is 'cause I got other 
places to sell 'aven't I?

(Jeff and Jim now enter through the main door. Both look tired and 
maybe a bit drunk, but they talk nice and normally. Jim has a nice 
watch on that comes in to play soon.)

Jeff: Stuart! Ring me up a nice and cloudy with plenty on the top.

Dave (to Stuart): I thought you're only supposed to serve beverage 
come night.

Stuart: Exactly, "supposed" to.

Dave: Right, (to Jeff and Jim) so, how does the stoner element feel?

Jeff: Yeah, feel like top of the world. Jimmy Ray I tell you.

Dave: 'Ere Jeff, I know you fine and good, but who's your friend.

Jeff: Oh, this is Jim Wylie. Jim's a bit of a miserable tosser so if 
he get's on your 'ump then don't blame me.

(Jim gives Jeff a quick and light-hearted punch to the stomach to 
remind him who's the stronger out of them.)

Dave: Well Jim, the name's David but you can call me Dave cause I 
hate that stupid name. I'm the guy on counter culture for the local. 

Jim: Yeah? Very talented writer I must say. Knock spots of them 
other journos you got. 

Dave: Nice to meet you.

(Dave and Jim shake hands.)

Jim: Oi Stuart! Jim tells me you offered him a job, does that go for 
me to?

Stuart: Sure it's not to low for you? If not then sure, as they say 
a friend in need is a friend indeed.

Jim: Yeah, ok. Cheers man, this is the best bit of news I've had in 
a long time.

Stuart: Yeah, well for most guys that's just an expression. Welcome 
aboard. 

Jim: Yeah right. Don't I have any forms to sign or nothing?

Stuart: Not in here you don't. Just welcome aboard, later I reckon I 
should coatch you and you're up tonight.

(Jeff is disgusted and Jim accepting the job but also a bit jealous. 
Jim removes his watch and checks over it.)

Jim: Bloody watch! It's gone and stopped again.

Dave: Oi Jim, nice watch that is.

Jim: Cheers, I got it on the day my dad died.

Jeff: You're full of shit! You told me you got it for your birthday.

Jim: It was the same day. (Beat) Damn police forced it out of him.

Stuart: Well that's law and order for you. I wish everyone could 
just be free for once.

Dave: Yeah, well I wish it was the 60s but that won't ever happen. 
Listen, think logically, why would there be a law against homemade 
drugs? I bet 1 in every million is a genuine steamer.

Stuart: Jesus! You never quit do you? Ok, I'll bloody do it, I'll go 
and organise some bloody sales for you and get some buyers, but I 
get a cut of the action.

Dave: Swish! We'll discuss your cut later tonight. 'Ere, I'll 
probably be here later tonight with some of the wonder stuff. 

Stuart: Later tonight?

Dave: 'Course, just organise it mate. Bye.

(Dave immediately turns to leave. Stuart tries to stop him before he 
accepts that Dave's coming back later.)

Ext- Pete's house- day

(We're outside Pete's house. The house is grand and very expensive 
looking, bloody huge (2 floors.) Dave opens the gate and heads 
towards the door.)

Dave (narrating): This is Peter's house. As you can see he lives 
round the nice end o' town. Like me Pete's job offers freedom of 
speech, but unlike mine it actually allows it. Pete's a free-lance 
lecturer down at the university, pays not good but he loves the job. 
Only reason the guy lives in this house is through inheritance 
following the death of his parents a few months back.

Int- Pete's house/ hall- day

(Pete opens the door to Dave. James crosses the hall in the 
background and speaks from the lounge.)

Dave: Hello Pete. 

Pete: Yeah, hello David, nice of you to forget me last night.

Dave: Yeah, I guess I shouldn't leave you with the dickhead to 
often.

Pete: Quiet, he might bloody hear you! 

(Dave and Pete walk through to the lounge.)

Int- Pete's house/lounge- day

(As they enter the room Pete takes his usual chair and Dave sits on 
Lewis' chair.)

Pete: Anyway Dave, (do) you want to go down the bowler or something 
tonight?

Dave: Sorry... I can't, (I've) got night classes. (I'm) Studying 
quantum physics I am.

Pete: Yeah? Shame that, that every Thursday now? 

Dave: No, changes a bit, most Thursdays though.

Dave (narrating): Shouldn't have lied there, but I didn't want him 
to know I was spending the night dealing drugs did I? Pete's 
parent's pratically disowned him for taking some heroine and as a 
result he's against any form of drugs now; that includes all them 
pussy stuff. Pete now gives anti drug lectures and stuff down the 
university every weekend so catch him there if you can.

Pete: Yeah, sound, just keep me posted. (To James) Oi, how long're 
you using the box?

James: Can't get a moment's can I? Not long I tell you.

Dave: What's he watching anyway?

Pete: Nicholas and Alexandra.

Dave (narrating): Great, even his movie taste was square.

Dave: Why? (To James) 'Ere James, read your history books, that 
Nicholas got shot by them commies.

James: Fuck off scumbag. I know what bloody happens.

Dave: Calm. (To Pete) So Peter, how's it with the missus?

Pete: Brilliant, we're getting on like a house on fire we are. I 
tell you, she's 42-carat winner.

Dave: 'Ere, you never told me before; what sort of music does she 
like?

James (to himself): Always music with you innit Dave?

Pete: Ignore him. (Beat) Lets just say she hates The Who, so you 
won't really agree with her a lot.

James: Bloody hell, can you guys just talk somewhere else, it's 
reaching a good bit.

Dave (sarcassic): So? In a film like that 'em good bits come thick 
and fast.

James: Well I'm sorry if this films to intellectually challenging 
for you David, but many consider this to be a classic film.

Dave: But what's the bloody point. Anyone who watches it should know 
about the revolution anyway and it doesn't display battle scenes 
like other historic films or represent an alternative view. That 
makes it fucking useless. 

James: How can you say that? It's a representation of a significant 
time for our world.

Pete: So was The Great Rock And Roll Swindle, but it always comes of 
down under. 

(Dave laughs then looks at his watch.)

Dave: Oh shit! I've got to go now, important stuff to do, just 
dropping in to apologies. See you later Peter my man. Call you up 
later.

Dave (narrating): Well the players were set and the dice were hot so 
things were about to get a lot more complicated. 

Part 2: As 1 door closes.

Ext- outside the silver bar- day

(Kevin and Thomas are standing outside the bar. Thomas jumps about a 
lot and Kevin just stands about a lot. Various members of the public 
pass by and show disgust at their language and attitude.)

Thomas: So I told that fuck to watch himself before I punched his 
pretty fucking lights right out with a good left, hard right and a 
fucked chin jab.

Kevin: Amazing story, but how much of that was made up?

Thomas: None of it, all true. Anyway, I'm going to fucking score 
tonight! I just know that sort cause I'm a fucking psychic! Just got 
to find an innocent who enjoys a good fucking, I tell you, I perform 
first class, some spit, others swallow but I fucking gurgle.

Kevin: Thomas, is it not frightning to have your libido?

Thomas: 'Course not. Anyway, she proposes but I deny her cause she's 
not wet enough for me. (Beat) That's how I like me sorts Kevin, like 
them wet as fuck!

Kevin: 'Ere Thomas, how're we going to get beer tonight?

Thomas: Just hit the pub again. The boss believed us last night, no 
reason for him not to want to tonight.

Kevin: But I thought yer dad went down on Friday nights.

Thomas: Relax, he's out with "belly-ache" the day so I doupt he's 
going to show up. 

Int- Best brother's house/ lounge- day (almost night)

(Andy is sitting watching the television. The programme is a sports 
show. Dave enters the house o/c.)

Dave (o/c): Hello, anyone home?

Andy: Yeah.

(Dave enters the living room and looks at Andy for a beat before 
sitting down on another chair, throughout this scene the brothers 
have negative attitudes towards each other.)

Dave: Had a good day?

Andy: Well you should bloody know 'cause you've been with me most of 
it!

Dave: Right, calm down, just trying to stir up some conversation 
that's all. Would be nice to think we can still have a conversation 
'cause (you) certainly wouldn't think it half the time; you and Mike 
just sit about being Ethan Hunts.

(You can figure out that cockney slang yourself. The hall door opens 
o/c again and Michael then comes in looking upbeat.)

Michael: Hi guys, we got all the ingredients and I got a sort.

(Dave quickly gets out of their chairs to celebrate with Michael.)

Dave: Goal!!!!

Andy: Why are you guys so excited about this lark, we may not make 
much out of this or we could even lose a load.

Dave (stops moving): Shut it you. (To Michael) Well where are they?

Michael: Where's what?

Dave: The bloody ingredients you tit! 

Michael: Oh. (Beat) Home delivery. (They're) Coming tonight 'bout 6 
o'clock or something.

Dave: The road to success is coming to an end. 

Andy: Don't be so sure about that David.

Dave: Shut it you! I've heard just 'bout enough from you I 'ave. 
Sure, I may invest a bit, but we normally get it back over a bit of 
time don't we?

Andy: Sure we do, but just how long that time is can be a problem.

Michael (changing the subject): Listen guys, I don't know her name.

Andy (sarcastically): Well I could see this being a handsome 
relationship I can. 

Michael: What? Ok, granted, I don't know her name, but that don't 
change a thing, I can find it out tonight can't I?

Andy: Well you bloody well better, man, I could just imagine how 
it'll be in the future; you look forward to her dying so you can 
learn her name.

Dave: Yeah, great story, but wouldn't the vicar say her full name 
when they get married? Think things through next time you dozy git.

(Andy thinks for a bit while the others talk.)

Dave: Anyway, I reckon them new Coke adverts are a work of genius 
and...

Andy (interupting): Not if he put his hands on his ears and began to 
scream.

Dave: What the hell're you on about now? 

Andy: The wedding. (He) Won't even catch her first name if he covers 
his ears and screams.

Michael: But why would I do that at my own bloody wedding? Why would 
she marry me if I did stuff like that? (Beat) Be like marrying you 
it would!
 
Andy: If you don't want to hear her name then it's the best thing 
you can do.

Michael: So lets question the logic for a minute shall we? I marry 
some sort whos name I don't want to know. She's fine with that for 
some reason so at the wedding I cover me ears and scream as the 
priest tells me her name. 

(Dave laughs at Andy as the phone rings. The brothers have a quick 
round of rock, scissors and paper. Andy loses and leaves the room to 
get the phone.)

Int- Best Brother's house/hall- day

(Andy walks through the hall and approaches the phone.)

Andy (in to phone): Hello, Andy Best.

Liam: Hi, can you put me through to David.

Andy: Yeah, ok. It's for you DAVID! (Whispers) It's some strange 
tosser with a fucked up voice.

Dave (quietly): Shut it you berk, he can probably hear you.

(Dave enters the room and picks up the phone slowly.)

Dave (in to the phone): Hello.

Liam: Hello David.

Dave: Oh hi, it's Liam, right?

Liam: Right first time, not bad David. Now listen, I want to know 
what you call your recent performance, cause I can only call it a 4-
letter word. 

Dave: What? I think the articles are fine, especially my recent 
performance!

Liam: Yeah, fine if you're setting out to screw things up! And 
another thing, the paper depends on the commercialisation of the 
places that choose to advertise. How can we hope to get anywhere if 
you just slag of everywhere?

Dave: I think I know what you're on about and I'm sorry about that, 
but I have moral objection against talking positively about a club 
where the owner's rumoured to be a bloody gangster. I hate the 
bloody Swing Thing.

Liam: Well the world of journalism isn't like that anymore. You 
can't use self-expression and hope just to ride on gently like you 
could back when I started! Once you cause controversy then you're 
out of there. 

Dave: Bit of an insincere system. 

Liam: Yeah, well have a cigar David 'cause you're not the first to 
say that. Like you I began on the local to voice my opinion, but 
once things went corrupt I went on with the flow. Most papers don't 
even do cultural pages! Especially not counter cultural pages for a 
bunch of worthless slackers! 

(The phone goes dead so Dave hangs up and then sighs deeply. Dave 
then walks sadly in to the lounge.) 

Int- Best brother's house/lounge- day

(The other 2 brothers are sitting silently while Dave goes to his 
chair. They can tell by the look on his face something bad has 
happened.)

Michael: Bad news then?

Dave (sarcasstic): Bad news? 'Course it's not bad news, always like 
this when I get it good I am.
 
Andy: No need to be a touchy git or nothing. I presume you your jobs 
at risk then.

Dave: (Is it) That obvious? I've poured my heart in to all my 
articles and now they want an essentially manufactured article 
better than the lot.

Andy: Harsh.

Michael: Relax. (Beat) I've been fired before bruv.

Dave (flatly): Oh yeah, happens to the quality people now, eh? 
Little wonder Andy's never even had a job.

Andy: Fuck you! I'm not just staying here to be your human stress 
ball!

Dave: Yeah ok, I'm sorry bruv.

Andy: Screw it, I'm going out. Should be back later when you've got 
them messages in. Until then, bye, I hope Dave's not making such an 
arse of himself when I get back.

Michael: Well you're going to be out well until the early hours 
then.  

Dave: You watch it! (To Andy) Fine, see you later.

(Andy just leaves the room and Dave turns his attention to the 
television.)

Ext- Outside the Best brother's house- day

(Andy's now outside the building punching a number I to his mobile 
phone. We don't know who he's talking to but we gather it's someone 
important.)

Andy: Hi, it's Andrew Best here. Yeah I've done it. (Beat) 'Course I 
can. Well I got the entire day to myself 'aven't I? What about the 
centre park in half an hour then? 'Course, see you there.

(We cut to the next scene.)

Ext- on a park bench- day

(Andy is sat at a park bench. A group of darkly dressed men approach 
the bench before sitting next to him. Danish is 1 of these men and 
we hear about him later. He's basically the Godfather of it all and 
looks the part. The other 2 men are bodyguards that say nothing so 
they don't need names.)

Danish: Thanks for the job mr Best. (Beat) Now the money, where is 
it?

Andy: I got it on me. 

(Andy takes the money from his pocket that he had earlier and passes 
it to Danish. Danish thumbs through the money before giving a bit to 
Andy.)

Danish: Here you go, just a little pukka nicker for your troubles.

Andy: Thanks.

Danish: Don't mention it, you've done the family and me proud. Still 
want to do more of these little jobs then drop by the club. 

Andy: Sure. (Beat) I might drop by later.

Danish: Good, cause I see a bright future down the road for you and 
me.

Andy: Really? I guess I should keep that in mind. 

(Andy removes a gun from his pocket and subtly passes it to Danish. 
Danish smiles and pockets it.)

Danish: Need it again then just ask. Thanks mr Best. (Beat) 'Ere, 
unless you got better plans how would you like to help with a job 
right now?

Andy: If it doesn't involve anyone getting hurt again then sure, I'm 
not in to that sort anymore.

Danish: Well it's clean stuff. I arranged a payback time with 
Tucker. His man's doing the drop off today at a nearby café in an 
hour or so, I just need a collector for the job. I normally do this 
sort myself, but I don't plan on killing this boy and me enigma's 
not ending today, know what I mean? 

Andy: Yeah, I understand, 'course I bloody do. It sounds good. Lets 
go, talk it over on the way. 

(They get off the bench and turn to the gate.)

Danish: That's what I like to hear, good boy! Like I said, I predict 
a future for you with the family. But on to this job, the café's on 
the other side of town but we should make it there with a bit to 
spare! Drinks on me today!

(The 2 men walk away together followed by the bodyguards while we 
cut to the next scene.)

Int- Best brother's house/ hall- night

(Michael and Dave are having a game of cards on the table. Michael 
keeps an eye on the clock before looking back at the door. The 
shopping's late.)

Dave: Nice try Mike, but nothing beats a royal flush.

Michael: Beat me this time. Try me again and beat me for some 
Britney.

Dave: Beers on you? Fine, you bloody got it bruv. Cor, you're going 
down.

(A few taps are made o/c on the door. Dave glances at Michael who 
gets up to answer the door.)

Dave: Tell you what Mike; if she's not an old dog then you get a 
shiney new fiver.

Michael: Done deal then.

(Michael opens the door to a spotty teeneger carrying some bags. 
After a beat he takes the outcome in and takes the shopping bags off 
the teen before slamming the door shut.)

Michael: I don't owe you a thing! That simply doesn't count.

Dave: Yeah I know. What do you think I am? 

(The teen knocks the door another few times and again Michael 
answers it. The teen holds out a sheet and a pen.)

Teen: Sign your name here please.

Michael: Ok, fine.

(Michael signs the sheet and hands it back to the teen. The teen 
then gestures and Michael hands the pen over to.)

Michael: There.

Teen: Thanks.

(The teenager leaves and Michael closes the door and grunts to 
himself. Dave tries not to show his amusment.)

Michael: Well that was bloody great that was! What the bloody hell 
was that about? (Is) She standing me up already?


Dave: Listen Mike, I don't think anything I say could make this 
situation a bit more enjoyable, but I'm sure things are going to be 
ok eventually.

Michael: Yeah bloody right. (Beat) Ok, I'm going to stop bitching. 
Lets just start on tonights job and get it over with.

Dave: (Are) You sure? I know that was quite a blow. We could just 
wait for a bit, give you time to clear your head.

Michael: No. I'm fine I tell you! Now come on, (are) we just going 
to hang about here all day?

Dave: What about Andy? That gits not getting out that easy!

Michael: Just dock it from his pay packet, not like he desrves money 
for nothing.

Dave: Yeah, 'ere, I'm just going to try Pete's house. Start it in a 
minute or so right?

Michael: Well I guess I could just set the lot up now.

(Michael heads for the kitchen leaving Dave bewildered at his new 
eager attitude.)

Int- Pete's house/ hall- night

(The phone rings. After a beat James enters the frame to pick it up. 
Once he hears Dave's voice he shows a look of disgust.)

James: Hello.

Dave: Right James, David here. Pete in?

James: Sorry, but he's just gone out, be back in a few minutes.

Dave: A few? Bloody great that is. Well hold on; tell him to call me 
back.

James: To call you back? Fine then scaff boy, can you not afford the 
call or something?

Dave: You watch it you yuppy cunt! I don't bloody know when he comes 
back do I? (!)

James: Calm down David, calm down. Sure, tell him to call you back, 
got it.

Dave: Right, good on you, don't be a prat your entire life. 

James: You watch it! I could afford to buy and sell your arse with 
the money in me trouser pocket! And I'm fucking skint today.

(James slams the phone down.)

Ext- a street in Silver Bay- night

(The scene is set in the streets of Silver Bay. Kevin and Thomas are 
hanging around leaning against a wall. It's quite dark and few other 
people are around.)

Thomas: I tell you, when we get back to school, if we go back, then 
we need to sock it to the teachers. I tell you, they should watch it 
eh? 

(As usual Thomas is more energetic than Kevin who just looks tired. 
Kevin's sitting on the ground while Thomas jumps a bit.)

Thomas: I tell you, no trucker tells me what to do! Sing it Kevin! 
(Beat) We don't need no education! We don't need no mind control!

(Kevin joins in half-heartedly.)

Both: No dark sacrcassim in the classroom, teacher leave them kids 
alone.

Thomas: Oi teacher

Kevin: Yeah, teacher!

Thomas: We're saying teachers...

Both: Leave them kids alone!

(After a short pause Thomas begins to dance. Kevin looks at his 
watch and gets up to leave. Thomas stops dancing and shows Kevin a 
face of utter disgust.)

Thomas: Kevin, where the hell do you think you're going? (!)

Kevin: I'm going home aren't I? I was supposed to be back 'alf an 
hour ago.

Thomas (insulted): But it's only early days yet Kevin! The night's 
still young. Call up and say you can't make it or something!

Kevin: Well no can do Thomas. I'm sorry.

Thomas (after a beat): Listen Kevin, just go. (Beat) Look, I'm 
sorry, I'm a bit of a prick aren't I? 

Kevin (sarcasstic): Really? You think?

Thomas: Fuck you! How am I a prick? (Beat) You're bloody right.

(Thomas sits next to Kevin on the pavement. Kevin moves in closer to 
him.)

Kevin: Listen, if it means a bob to you, you're not a prick Thomas. 
You just have some prickish tendencies.

Thomas: Put so well Kevin. Listen, my behavior towards you is 
nothing to do with you, it's about Martin.

Kevin: Who's Martin?

Thomas: Oh, he's my dad. He just hates it when I call him dad so I 
'ave to call 'im by his real name.

Kevin: Well what's he doing to you man? (Is) He still beating you or 
something?

Thomas: No, not anymore. I wish the days that he would just beat me. 
That's the disadvantage with having a single parent; you don't have 
another to turn to.

Kevin: Thomas man, I had no bloody idea.

Thomas: Just leave it out Kevin. It's behaviorism innit? The anger I 
got for him builds up and I got to let it out in different ways.

Kevin: Man, I'm sorry.

(Kevin puts his arm around Thomas' shoulder and we cut to the next 
scene.)

Int- Best brother's house/ kitchen- night

(The kitchen is pretty small and cramped. There is little space and 
all the ingredients for the drug are on the kitchen table beside the 
sink. There are about 8 small cupboards. Herbs and spices litter the 
surfaces along with some food colouring. Dave and Michael are mixing 
some stuff to make a mixture that resembles cannabis.)

Dave: You yet sure if you want to be involved in this dealing lark? 
Cause I need to know now so you're not mucking me about for a while.

Michael: Well, yeah, I accept. But as long as we only sell to sad 
cases with no 
Lives. Just regular stoners, you got that.

Dave: 'Course, consider the deal stuck to.

Michael: And no young kids or nothing 'cause...

Dave (cutting in): Yeah I know, no young kids or nothing 'cause 
they're the adults of tomorrow they are.

Michael: Am I that predictable? Actually don't answer that. (Beat) 
This is taking a day and an age, where's that lazy tosser gone?

Dave: I know; been out for ages he has. Git! (He's) Probably waiting 
for us to finish the job and all. Git! I tell you Mike, this is 
coming out his bloody cut.

(Cut to the next scene.)

Int- Café- night

(Andy's in a small but clean coffee bar (quite strong middle class.) 
As he sits waiting he reads a paper and next to him sits an 
espresso. We watch a mobster enter dressed in black. In the 
background we see Danish at another table but hiding his face behind 
another paper. Some Spanish style music plays as the mobster sits 
down opposite Andy. Andy nervously drinks the whole espresso without 
stopping before he tries to act cool with the situation.)

Andy: So, you got the money on you?

Mobster: Don't even try and muck me 'bout! You're walking unless I 
get some sort of o' evidence you're representing Danish. 

Andy: Well my proof is my word innit? Now come on, the money now or 
I whip out my double barrel and blow you away.

Mobster: (You want to do that) In a bloody café? Now you're 
bullshitting me.

Andy: What? You think the waiters are going to stop me? Why would I 
arrange to meet somewhere that I can't even draw fire? They won't 
stop me 'cause nobody can stop me. 

Mobster: Bullshit!

Andy: Ok, don't believe me. Now give me the money or walk.

Mobster: Fine. I'm walking.

(The mobster gets up to leave but Danish now gets up and runs 
towards him. Danish removes a knife from his pocket and holds it to 
the mobster's neck before pushing him back in to the seat.)

(The waiters all turn but don't do anything because they recognise 
Danish.) 

Danish: Listen up you freeloading motherfucker! I was hoping it 
would never reach this stage! You're going to drop us a lottery in 
bunce now.

(The mobster slowly reaches in to his breast pocket. He removes a 
heap of money and Andy takes it from him and begins counting.)

Mobster: There, that's the lot!

Danish: Good, but the only problem is I've now shown myself. I 
didn't want to kill you, but I fell I have to now, wouldn't want my 
existence getting 'round now would I? I'm a fucking legend.

(Danish holds his knife to the mobster's neck. The mobster tries not 
to breathe in deeply before quickly using his right hand to quickly 
remove a flick-knife from his left sleeve.)

Mobster: I didn't want this to reach this level.

(Danish gets slashed in the wrists. Andy suddenly grabs the mobster 
and wrestles with him before Danish grabs him and hooks him across 
the face knocking him on to the table. Danish takes his own belt off 
and whips the mobster in the stomach a few times. Danish then kicks 
over the table before bringing the mobster down with it. The mobster 
lands in a heap and groans.) 

Danish: That was not a good choice.

(Danish begins to kick him. After a few kicks Danish takes out a gun 
from his breast pocket and shoots the mobster in the head. After a 
beat he turns to Andy.)

Danish: Listen; don't be put off, this shit happens all the time. 
All just business I tell you, just salt and pepper after a while. 

(Danish tosses some money to the waiters and the other customers who 
all watch Andy and him leave. Andy's in a state of shock.)

Danish: You saw nothing. And I'm warning you lot; any of you 
motherfuckers could be next!

(Danish leaves the area and Andy follows after getting a final look 
at the body.)

Int- Pete's house/ sitting room- night

(This room is large and has it's own miniature pub in it along with 
luxury seats and stuff. James is on a computer and Pete approaches 
in the background.)

Pete: What the hell are you doing?

James: I'm in an Internet chat room aren't I? I'm a master at modern 
technology. (Beat) What? What the hell do they mean by a/s/l?

Pete: It means; age, sex, location.

James: Ah, now it all makes sense. Oh, David rang ealrlier, said for 
you to call him back. 

Pete: Right, well hurry up and log off 'cause I need the phone don't 
I?

James: In a minute! Man, I don't know why you're friends with David 
anyway. From different walks of life aren't you. 

Pete: No, I was once like 'im wasn't I? (I) Just struck it lucky. 
Anyway, he's not an act like all yer buddies is he? Dave's genuine.

James: Dave's genuine? He reckons he's a tortured soul doesn't he? 
Worse than some of them acts on MTV he is.

Pete: You watch it 'cause... This is pathetic, I mean; it's bloody 
pathetic it is, getting in an argument over bleedin' china plates.

James: China plates? He's even effected the way you talk he bloody 
has. Do you want to know who you are? You're Thomas Attwood 
reincarnated you are.

Pete: Thomas who?

James: Uneducaed prat, I see history was never your strong point.

(Lewis now enters.)

James (sighs): Lewis, I'm not in the mood.

Lewis: That's not very nice. Now James, it's time you stopped with 
that. We've not been on good terms for a while so I want to 
apologise for my behaviour.

James: Yeah, great Lewis, if you want to apologise then get out.

Lewis (sadly): Ok.

(Lewis leaves and James laughs.)

Pete: Well that was bloody nice of you! Why the hell's he living 
'ere if you hate him so much?

James: I guess it's because all my life I've known him and I had 
pity for him. He seemed so lonely and stupid. It reminded me what I 
was like when I first got in a sexual relationship. 

Pete: Yeah, I bet you were alone back then an all.

(We cut to the next scene on James' angry reaction.)

Int- Best brother's house/ kitchen- night

(Dave and Michael have finished the mixing process and are now 
clearing up the room. Dave's finishing Pete's call.)

Dave (on phone): Yeah? Well sure, see you later, got that class on 
tonight, remember? Quantum physics it is. Bye.

(Dave hangs up and the brothers begin clearing the room. As they do 
so they give the following dialouge.) 

Michael: What was that about?

Dave: Arranging to see him this weekend at the football, I got quite 
a tight schedule so I 'ave to order them tickets later today.

Michael: The Everton game? Come on, we're going to be bloody 
hammered.

Dave: 'Course we won't be. We got Steve Lee 'aven't we?

Michael: Yeah, but on the other hand they got a whole first team of 
decent players.

Dave: Oh come on, 'ave some faith. They're all a bunch of 
"gitwanks."

Michael: 'Ere, did you tell them mafia types Pete's not their man?

Dave: Shoot. Not yet, ok, I'm doing it tonight. No matter what, I'm 
doing it tonight.

Ext- outside The Swing Thing- night

(Andy's outside The Swing Thing with Danish and the boys. The club's 
huge, swanky and hosts the rich yuppy people. The club's down beside 
the rich end of the town (where Pete lives.) A bouncer looks to be 
having a great time refusing people in the background.)

Danish: Again, thanks Andrew.

Andy: No problem sir.

(Danish hands him a bunch of notes. Andy counts them and pockets 
them impressed by the amount.)

Andy: Thanks sir.

Danish: No problem. Oh, I'm sorry if I delayed anything. Do you want 
to come in?

(Andy thinks before he looks at his watch.)

Andy: Oh shit! I'm really sorry, but I got to pass on it. See you 
whenever.

Danish: Yeah bye then. Enjoy the rest of your night why don't you? 
(Beat) And mr Best, welcome to the family.

(Andy smiles and turns to go. The mob talk among themsleves before 
entering the club through a side door as we cut to the next scene.)

Int- the Best brother's house/ kitchen- night

(The brothers have now almost finished on the room. Dave's just 
finishing wiping the surfaces while Michael stands beside a desk 
where a flask full of their drug sits. Dave joins him and looks down 
upon the flask with Michael.)

Dave: Forget the rest of my moneymaking plans 'cause this is going 
to make a packet. 

Michael: I got to admit David, I may not like the idea, but I got 
more faith in it by the minute. A good idea I must say, well done.

Dave: Contraire, I'm a Best aren't I? Anyway 'ere, I was thinking 
about a counter culture element I've 'aven't covered yet, I reckon I 
write about why other people's views are more significant to us than 
our own.

Michael: I don't follow; explain to me.

Dave: Well, remember when I was flogging them phones down (at) the 
market? Well see that guy next to us bitching about George Bush.

Michael: 'Course, he must 'ave sold the record amount of rags.

Dave: Yeah, well remember how I then took what he was saying and 
expressed them thoughts telling people George Bush was the devil. 
When a copper came along I told him it was my freedom of speech and 
then I sold them buggers on the grounds that that's what people got 
with them.

Michael: What? Coppers round for for them?

Dave: No you pillock! You get freedom of speech you don't you. 
Anyway, no tosser was even considering buying a phone until I spoke 
out.

(Andy now enters the room slowly expecting to be shouted at. Dave 
turns round and seems calm at first.)

Andy: I'm really sorry I took so long guys, had stuff to do.

Dave: Stuff to do? You git! 

Andy: Bloody hell David, don't cough a new disease or anything; just 
dock it off my share.

Dave: Don't you bloody worry! 

(We slowly fade out on Andy looking apologestic and Dave leaving the 
room to get his coat. Dave gives the last line as we fade out.)

Dave (o/c): Hurry up you lazy gits! We're going!

Int- Silver Bar- night

(Stuart is serving alongside Jim who's serving Jeff. Jeff seems a 
bit drunk, but he's still mostly in control. Kevin and Thomas are 
standing in the background and Thomas is smoking a cigarette. It's 
quite late so the pool sharks are in.)

Jim (quietly to Stuart): So, when do we get to try the wonder stuff 
again?

Stuart: Well he said he'd come in later didn't he, so that means 
it's bloody later.

Jeff: Oh yeah. Bloody swell that is.

Stuart: Listen guys, I don't know why you bother, that dope's just a 
slow death innit? You get worse over time before you croak it. 

Jeff: Drugs a slow death? What do you think beer is? 

Stuart: Fair enough. 'Ere, you got a job yet?

Jeff: No I bloody haven't. I'm heading down to the job centre 
tomorrow, going to go there for a bit and hope something comes my 
way. And no I won't ever take a job here.

(Thomas stands beside the bar with Kevin. Stuart approaches them 
after serving Jeff and Jim.)

Stuart: Hello gents.

Thomas: Hello mate, give us 2 beers and do it quick 'cause I'm meant 
to be home soon. The wife's been at me about me absence and wants a 
good bit of it. 

Stuart: Do I recognise you? Do you come here a lot?

Thomas: 'Course. I mostly just hang out for a while, playing pool. A 
shark I am. A shark and a cat in combined, that's what I am.
 
Stuart: Ok, but are you sure you're old enough to drink here, cause 
if not then just go to 1 of em corner shops down the estate.

Thomas: 'Course I'm sure. I'm just a bit young for my age you know.

Stuart: Go away.

(Kevin and Thomas leave the bar and head towards the door.)

Kevin: I don't know what you did wrong. Maybe it's when you said you 
had a wife who wanted it. (Beat) Wait... You said you were a bit young 
for your age. (Laughs) A bit young for... (Can't finish the sentence 
because he's laughing.)

Thomas: What the hell! (?) I befriended you, but you chucked it back 
in my face. Sorry Kevin, but you're not forgiven for that! Not now! 
Not ever! 
	
(Thomas walks towards the door. Kevin says the next line loudly so a 
few heads turn and stare at him.)

Kevin (loudly): Thomas, don't leave me!

Thomas: No! I'm leaving you. I'm going home.

Kevin: Don't leave, you know yer dad will just beat you cause he's a 
fucking prick. Don't go Thomas or Martin'll get you!

(The camera joins Martin. He's tall, around the age of 45 and is 
built like a tank. Martin is with some friends who are similarly 
built, there are 2 of them. All off them have cigars making their 
area very Smokey. The friends are named Pal 1 and Pal 2. )

Pal 1: Wow, Martin, I think I just heard yer name being called along 
with the words "fucking" and "prick."

Martin: Who the hell did that?

Pal 1: That kid over there.

Martin: Right, I'm going to kick his jacksie... Is that Thomas with 
him?

Pal 2: Well stone me... I reckon it is mate.

Martin (angrily): That's it. (Beat) Cheeky wee shit was meant to be 
home some half an hour ago now, and he shouldn't be in a bloody pub. 

Pal 1: Why are you so shabby on your boy? He may not be on the 
welcome wagon, but he's good to you.

Martin: I don't give a shit if he's good to me. I never wanted him 
and I'm stuck with him. (He's a) Selfish little git!

(Martin suddenly pushes his way through the crowd and stands 
directly opposite of Thomas.)

Martin: Oi, Thomas! Is that you? (!)

Thomas: Erm... No dad... 

(Martin gives Thomas a dirty look.)

Martin: Get the bloody hell outside now son!

(Thomas sadly turns his back and begins to walk away.)

Martin (to Kevin): And you! (Beat) What you saying about me ya 
cheeky wee shit?

Kevin (swallows): I said yer a fucking' prick. 

Martin: That'll be the day. I treat him fairly anyway! What does a 
little shit like you know? 

(Thomas turns to face the 2 again. He walks towards Martin quickly.)

(Martin bring is fist back to hit Kevin. Thomas looks on in fear 
before he surprises them both with the next line.)

Thomas: Dad! Don't fucking touch him! 

Martin: This isn't your battle son! Just go home now and I'll let 
you off.

(Kevin screws up his face preparing to be hit. After a beat he 
screws it up more, he then screws it up again.)

Kevin: Come on then, take your best shot and watch me bleed on the 
floor!

Thomas (shouts): No dad! Don't hit him! Try me instead.

(Martin pushes Kevin aside and advances towards the door where 
Thomas confidently stands in a boxer stance.)

Martin: Don't you use that tone of voice at me again sonny. 

(Thomas stands confidently still before doing half smile and turning 
his back upon Martin.)

Thomas: It's ok dad. I won't. 

(Suddenly Thomas spins around and screams a war cry as he punches 
his dad in the face.)

Thomas: Ah fucking hate ya dad!

(Martin falls then gets to his feet again and then Thomas steps back 
as Martin walks towards him. Martin is furious.)

Martin: Son, get over here now!

Thomas: Yeah, great idea! I might just bloody do that! 

(Martin brings his right hand back and clenches his fist. Thomas 
does the same. Martin lets his fist fly, but Thomas weaves out of 
the way before punching Martin in the stomach. Martin doesn't fall. 
Suddenly Kevin leaps on to Martin's back and begins to pummel him. 
Martin tries to get Kevin off his back and Thomas picks up a chair 
that's sat next to a table before he hits Martin across the head.)

Thomas (loudly): Snootchies to you bitch!

(Kevin leaps off Martin's back as he plummets to the ground. After 
Martin hits the floor Thomas looks down at him flat out.)

Thomas: Fucking prat! Let that be a lesson to you. 

(Thomas heads out the pub and Kevin hesitates before running out 
after him.)

Ext- Outside Silver Bar- night

(Thomas and Kevin leave as the brothers come in to sight. As usual 
Dave strolls ahead of the other 2 with a confident swagger. The 
others follow slowly.)

Dave: Buckingham Palace, lock your gates cause the ruskies are 
coming!

(Dave enters the pub and the others shrug at Dave's speech before 
following. Kevin and Thomas are left outside where Thomas starts 
raving to the music coming from the bar.)

(We cut to the next scene.) 

Int- Silver Bar- night

(Dave's now reached the bar as the other 2 approach the middle of 
the room. Andy looks down at Martin on the floor and then looks to 
Jim in confusion.)

Andy: What the hell happened here?

Jim: Just a small fight! A father and son! Right good rumble!

Michael: Why didn't you do something about it then?

Jim: I did, I let them continue! If I had stuck me balls in then the 
brawl would be happening at me bloody door.

(Andy and Michael approach the bar where Dave and Stuart are 
talking.)

Stuart: Ah good to see you guys. Now follow my lead and I'll show 
you to the business room. Nice room, leather chairs with the joys of 
life, know what I mean? Just wait in there a bit while I round up 
the scum.

Dave: Makes sense. But don't leave me on. Oh, for the time being 
just get the local stoner element 'cause I don't want the police to 
know about the lot.

Andy (sarcastically): Why not? I heard that Sting uses a load of 
dope.

Dave: Develop a sense of humour. (To Stuart) Just show us the way.

Stuart: Good. Come on then, get over ere, chop chop.

(The brothers just walk round the side of the bar and under the flap 
so they're in Stuart's area.)

Stuart: Ok. (Beat) Now guys. Go through that door and it's the first 
on the left.

Dave: Pukka. How long are you likely to be? 

Stuart: Just give me 5 minutes.

Dave: Yeah, whatever, but when it reaches over15 minutes I'm 
walking. 

(Dave opens the door and the other 2 both follow on leaving Stuart 
looking over the his customers and potentiol buyers.)

Stuart (to himself): Ok, who looks like they do a load? (Beat) Why 
can't that arrogant git choose his ruddy customers himself? Git!

(And we cut to the next scene.)

Int- room at the back of Silver Bar- night

(The room's as Stuart descbribed it, and even better. The brothers 
are sat round a brown table all looking nervous. In the leftmost 
corner is a brown door. This door is what the buyers and Stuart use 
to come in to the room. The chairs are black leather so they look 
pretty classy and there's a table in the middle of the room.)

Dave: Well tonight's our first major sale. From today this is a cash 
cow.

Andy: Yeah? I'm just scared it may get some of that BSE the 
government's always on about.

Dave: Shut it! We'll be kings all the way. I quite fancy a draw. Oi 
Mike, do you not crave the sweet scent? 

Michael: No David, I'm not stupid. 

Andy: Well I don't reckon I'll use it this time. For me last time 
was a mistake. Why you still taking it Dave?

Dave: 'Course I am, I don't want to be seen as a "secret agent" do 
I? Anyway, on a different topic, that James Gibson's a right wanker.

Michael: Well that was pretty direct. What's so bad about him?

Dave: He looks down his nose at our types.

Michael: Our types?

Dave: Scaffs. And he just gives me all this shit every time I see 
him. (Beat) I hate him.

Michael: Don't let him get to you. Remember you're a Best. We have a 
family pride so if he says something like that again then punch his 
lights out.

Dave: It's not that he says it though. It's the way he makes it 
clear. He doesn't even have to say it. I just know he looks down 
upon us; he's just an arrogant wanker. 

Michael: I hate people like that. Well take none of it David! Like I 
said just "punch his lights out."

(The door opens and a bunch of buyers come in. There is roughly 18 
and Stuart. Jim and Jeff are included. Dave changes his voice for 
this scene to his dealer voice at the start. The customers all sit 
on the other chairs or the floor. Dave gets off his seat and begins 
to walk around the room.)

Dave: Come on guys. Sit down and we'll begin dealing. Lets make it a 
green Christmas. 

(During the narration the camera just shows the buyers all looking 
towards Dave listening to what he has to say.)

Dave (narrating): Well there I was preparing to become a true drug 
baron. Still, as a conciliation I didn't have to tell my parents 
what my career was. 

Dave: People, this is the future of drugs brought to you today. 
(Beat) This is what people will have in their dragons come new-year. 
Yes, ladies and gentleman, I present to you the ultimate smoke, I 
present you people, "Trash."

All apart from Dave: Trash?

Dave: You all heard right, it's the new hash. Just 1 smoke will make 
you choke. Just 2 will make you croak. Yes my friends, needing to 
bust a natural high rather than bust a natural loaf then stay right 
here. This stuff will make you happy, unlike that git Stuart who 
could make an onion cry.

(We see Dave looking at Stuart who is running his finger across his 
neck as if to say "You're dead.")

Dave: See what I mean? It's the kind of boomer that you can only 
make at home. If you want something done then do it yourself like I 
did. Of course, only I know the recipe and it's mind-boggling. Only 
a handful of people have seen this wonderful smoke.

Buyer: Was that the gunth you tried to sell us as hash?

Dave: Spot on.

(The buyers all gasp.)

Dave: Well it worked ace and spade didn't it?

(Buyers all talk in agreement.)

Dave: Just forget about the past and have a smoke of my boomer 
batty, get melted and have a boat race if you please, become a weed 
fiend without the weed. Get ready to smoke out the dream for just a 
score a quarter. 

(The buyers all look confused.)

Dave: That's just £20 a quarter.

(The buyers are now all in commotion.)

(Andy shrugs and Dave stands at 1 end of the room holding the bag 
Michael was previously holding. Michael orders people to form a cue 
opposite of Dave. Andy just sits still doing nothing.)

Dave (narrating): Well here was the moment I left being a regular 
beleiver in plain counter culture and became a true figure in the 
underworld. I was a king.

(We now fade out of the scene)

Ext- a street in Silver Bay- night

(The camera shows Kevin and Thomas walking down a dark street. 
Thomas kicks a can as he goes. The teens don't reach anywhere 
because the camera leaves them at the end of the scene while they're 
still walking.)

Thomas: What does he know about underage. Prick! He can't say if 
we're underage like that. We should be able to drink in there.

Kevin: But we're not old enough anyway so he was just doing his job.

Thomas (a typical moaning voice): Well that's no the point, is it?

Kevin: Guess not.

Thomas: Kevin. This may seem a bit out o the blue and it may sound 
like I'm just exploiting myself, but can I come and live with you? 
Cause I'm not going home. Not with my dad there, and he's not likely 
to die any time soon.

Kevin: 'Course you can. I know what you've been through and you're 
always welcome.

Thomas: Thanks a shot down load. Where's your house again?

Kevin: Up and round, be there in a Jill.

Thomas: Swish, I could do with blowing up the dust! Know what I 
mean? (I've) Not been sleeping well recently.

(The 2 carry on walking. They come to a corner and as they turn we 
see a man standing round the corner smocking a cigarette. The man's 
name is Chester and he only appears in this scene. With a single 
look we can tell that he takes little thought in his appearance; 
he's a damn mess.)

Thomas: Kev, check that fucking tramp!

Kevin: Watch it Thomas! That "fucking tramp" is my bloody dad. 

Thomas: Really? Sorry Kevin.

Kevin: I guess it's ok, I mean; everyone would swap their parents if 
they could. 

(Kevin approaches Chester. Chester looks down to him and they begin 
their dialogue. Chester speaks quite quickly so the audience have to 
really listen to hear what he's saying. It sounds like quick Irish.) 

Kevin: Oi dad, it's me, young Kev. Can Thomas live with us?

Chester: I'm sorry Kevin, but no he can't. We currently have to many 
bloody lodgers as it is thanks to your mum. Who wants so many 
fucking kids? Besides, that boy's a bloody bad influence on you.

Kevin: No he's not.

Chester: Well I'm sorry, but my decision stands. And he is, remember 
when I came home and found the pair of you drunk with cum stains on 
the sofa.

Kevin: We weren't shagging; we were masturbating.

Chester: Well that's much worse.

(Kevin turns away and slowly approaches Thomas again.)

Kevin: Sorry Thomas, but according to the quick Irish you can't 
stay. 

Thomas: What? Now I'll have to live out on the streets. Thanks a 
shit load Kevin! Your dad's a dick!

Kevin: Thomas, you're not going to be alone. (Beat) I'm going to 
live with you on the streets.

Thomas: What? You sure?

Kevin: Course, it may be dangerous an all, but it should be better 
with the 2 of us. We can sit up all night looking at the stars and 
swapping stories and stuff.  

Thomas: You're right. Thanks Kevin, the next wee while may be a 
bugger, but with a friend around it should be less of a bugger. 
Thank you Kevin.

Kevin: 'Course Thomas. (To o/c) Oi Dad!

Chester: Yeah sonny Jim.

Kevin: I'm not coming back home dad. I'm living on the streets with 
my friend Thomas, bye.

Chester: No, come back! (Beat) Shit!

Int- room at the back of Silver Bar- night                                                   
 
(This scene is not very long. It's done to some rock tune or 
another, or just a rough composition, either way I won't make any 
decision for you. The scene is just all out madness in the drug 
room. Andy and Michael aren't stoned but Dave has been he sleeps on 
a leather chair sprawled out all over it.)

Int- Best brother's house' lounge- day

(The door opens slowly and the brothers slowly enter. Dave is 
predictably tatty and battered, he is staggering and his jeans have 
small rips in the knees. Michael is carrying a suitcase with him and 
the money was collected and put in it.)

(All the brothers sit down in their chairs.)

Dave: Man, I'm totally bombed, but I guess I had to be part of it. 
In the future it's going to be preached that David Best is no pussy. 
Anyway, that's a few centuries in the bag.

(Suddenly we see all of them suddenly smiling after 2 beats, get up 
after another beat and leap in to the air after another 2 beats.)

All (in the air and loudly): YEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!!!!!!!!!

Dave: We're the best dealers ever on this side of Mr Nice!
  
Andy: Mr Nice wasn't a bloody dealer.

Dave: Yeah, but he made a new bomb he did. Man, I haven't slept 
properly in days and this certainly doesn't help; (It's) like an all 
day celebration.

Michael: We kicked the stuff t' way we always have.

Dave: Oh my god, we are SO damn good!

Michael: Yeah bruv. Lets celebrate down the pub!

Dave: No way Mike! We'll celebrate right here.

Michael: Yeah! We're fucking gods!

Dave: We're fucking real gods!

(Dave and Michael hug and jump around the room. We see Andy watching 
then trying to celebrate himself. Andy is clearly annoyed because 
the other 2 aren't including him in their celebration.)

Andy (slowly): Uh guys, I'm going out to fill my head.

(We hear no reaction from the others and he shrugs and slowly walks 
out looking sad.)

Michael: What did he just say?

Dave: I don't know cause I weren't paying a shit.

Michael: Probably nothing important. 

Dave (narrating) I know I shouldn't have given Andrew the blank 
sight but to me making money through a little business venture is 
like being 10 and knowing it's Christmas the next day.

Michael: Listen; sorry to cut stuff short but I'm just hitting the 
local paki's. We need some eggs, milk and bread. (Do) We need 
anything else?

Dave: Just grab some cereal, and it better choclate, none of the 
Special K stuff. (I) Reckon I'll just catch some morning sun, not 
seen it in a long time. (Beat) Celebrate later I guess.

(The 2 leave the room and we fade to the next scene.) 

Ext- a street in Silver Bay- day

(We see a close up of Thomas waking up. He is in a warm and thick 
quilt. Thomas looks peaceful for once. Thomas moans as he wakes up 
then stretches. The camera pans out to show Kevin and Thomas lying 
on a street with a quilt. Both are shivering and shaking.)
                                                     
Thomas: Blimey, it's fucking bright the day. 'Ere, that was damn 
good off you to get that quilt of yours Kevin. 

Kevin: Well what are friends for? Nice bit of stealth I used when I 
climbed that drain pipe eh?

Thomas: Totally, like Jackie fucking Chan. Now all we need's a bit 
of food and we're on track. (I) Guess we should get up first of all. 
Lets just hang at the bar or something. 

(Cut to the next scene.)

Ext- outside the café- day

(Andy's walking past the café where the fight took place earlier. 
The rest of the street is busy and we can make out Pete and his 
girlfriend Janet. Janet is slim and sexy and around the same age as 
Pete. Pete sights Andy as he finishes a call.)

Andy: Yeah, 'course I'd like to do some more work for you. (Beat) An 
idea? What (have) you got? Ok, well once it's all "p and s" then 
call me back. Bye.

Pete (shouts): Oi Dave! Right there!

(Pete notices Andy doesn't say anything so Janet and him run up 
behind Andy.)

Pete: Oi Dave.

(Andy turns to face Pete. Pete then realises his mistake and makes a 
thrown. Andy pockets his mobile.)

Andy: (Are you) Right then Peter?

Pete: Yeah 'course Andrew. Sorry about that. (To Janet) Janet, this 
is David's brother Andrew.

Andy: Why do I have to be his brother? How do you know he's not my 
brother? (Beat) That was a joke by the way. Hello Janet, nice to 
meet you.

Janet: You to Andrew.

Andy: Oh please, call me Andy.

Janet: Well nice to meet you then Andy.

Pete (interrupting): Well Andy, how's Dave been doing in night 
classes?

Andy: Dave? Night classes? Are you joking? (Beat) Dave doesn't take 
them classes, calls them the refuge for slackers. (He) Thinks it 
takes more to say "I'll go to night school" than it does to actually 
go there.

Pete: Well if he weren't there then where the bloody hell was he 
last night?

Andy: Getting boomed of course. Thought he would 'ave told you.

Pete: I would have thought so.

Andy: Well, I better get back home right about now, nice seeing you 
Pete, nice seeing your bird to, never hurts to put a face to a name, 
unless it's a dry head, know what I mean?

Pete: Yeah, 'course. 

Andy: Anyway, been nice seing you, bye. (Beat) Nightclasses? Right 
bloody laugh you are.

(Andy leaves as Pete thinks about what he's just heard while we cut 
to the next scene.)

Int- Corner shop- day

(Michael is in a corner shop. The shop is just average (because of 
the area it's in) and the woman behind the counter is young and good 
looking to say the least. The shop has few people in it and sells 
all that can be expected.)

(Michael brings all the items him and Dave decided upon to the 
counter. The woman bags them as she charges him. Michael digs in to 
his pocket and removes a few notes to pay for the items.)

Michael: Keep the change this time. Better yet, stick it in the old 
box. Some young tyke probabily needs it more than either of us.

Woman: Hard to believe but it's true innit? So why the sudden change 
in heart "Scrooge?" Not like you to give bunce to charity.

Michael: It's 'cause I'm getting some real money in so I don't need 
all them coppers any more.

Woman: Right. By the way, you may be interested to know it's going 
to be blunder and pain soon. Just said so on the radio. 'Ere, when's 
your next gig?

Michael: Thursday, it's every weekend and Thursday I'm on. Anyway, 
back to the weather, when's it going to rain? 

Woman: Well expect it sometime in the next few minutes. Anyway, I've 
got to take the bloody fruit in so see you later. It's good for all 
'em Tesco staff, but 'round here it's a right 'ump hauling the stock 
in every bloody time it rains.

Michael: Well enjoy yourself, good thing I live nearby innit? Bye.

(Michael leaves quickly because he wants to avoid the rain. The 
woman leaves after him to take in the fruit.)
 
Ext- outside Silver Bar- day

(Kevin and Thomas are loitering the area outside the Silver Bar 
again. Both look tired and rough.)

Thomas: Well that was a right hard fuckin' sleep last night. 

Kevin: I know, still, we better plan our day a bit, I don't want to 
just hang about doing nothing, we've got to get out an earn a bit.

Thomas: Yeah, but lets leave employment for a bit, (I'm) not in the 
mood today.

(Both are silent, Stuart then approaches the 2 of them from inside 
the bar. Kevin cowers back while Thomas put on a brave face.)

Stuart: Oi! Stop loitering! Shouldn't you kids be at school anyway? 
(!)

Thomas: Well it's the fucking holidays innit? Still another week or 
so left.

Stuart: Well stop damn loitering or I call the cops.

(Kevin and Thomas walk away and Stuart watches before heading back 
in to the bar.)

Thomas: Prat, we should 'ave told him to piss off. But that's life 
it is, live until someone dictates you.

Kevin: Well that's that, atleast it's a good day though.

Thomas: Yeah, rare round our way and all.

(After a crackle it starts to rain furiously.)

Both: Shit.

Thomas: This shit always happens man. Fuck you up in the sky! Did 
you make it rain? You better not have! (To o/c) Hey Lady! I may not 
be Fred Flintstone but I assure you I could make your bedrock! What? 
It was a damn compliment! (Or) Weren't it Kevin? (Beat) 'Ere Kev, 
I'd love to get her to go to her knees while she gives me a bit of 
this.

(Thomas does a terible moonwalk and after a few steps drops to his 
knees and sucks an imaginary cock.)

Thomas: And I'll let her go further until her jaw locks. Know what I 
mean?

Kevin: Thomas, can you just shut the fuck up? (!) People take 
offence to that sort round here.

(Thomas leaps to his feet.)

Thomas: Fuck you! Can't catholics have fun or something? (To o/c) 
Saw you at the gay club last night. (Beat) Yeah, and you're bird was 
there to. Oh shit!

(Kevin and Thomas now run from someone o/c.)

Ext- another street in Silver Bay- day

(It's still raining and Dave is waiting outside for his brothers. 
He's wearing a Hawaiian shirt and is soaked. Michael is o/c.)

Dave (to o/c): Like a bloody iceage it is.

(Michael runs along the road covering his head with a bag and 
carrying any others he has from earlier.)

Michael: Couldn't agree more. What the hell are you doing?

Dave: Standing in the rain trying to soak myself for fun! What the 
bloody hell does it look like? I forgot my keys didn't I?

Michael: Right, calm down. Man, you give me a bloody headache you 
moaning git. So it's raining, does it hurt you? No.

Dave: Just open the fucking door pal, 'cause yer on thin ice 
already.

Michael: I take it you didn't catch much sun then.

Dave: (Was) That a question or a statement? Screw it, for your sake 
it better have been a statement.

(Michael drops his bags and puts his keys in the lock as Andy 
approaches in the background. We watch as Michael struggles to get 
the door open.)

Andy: Right then guys? Hurry up, it's bloody soaking out here.

Dave: We hadn't noticed. (Beat) Hurry up with the door you!

Michael: Bloody hell, just shut it will you? You're like a bloody 
cuckoo clock.

(Michael gets the door open and the 3 brothers head inside. Neither 
Andy or Dave offers to help Michael with the bags.)

Int- Best brother's house/ lounge- day

(Michael's stacking some eggs in the cupboards and Dave's in the 
middle of changing his shirt to something far more casual.)

Dave: Damn British weather!

Michael: Well it's always better than sweating innit?

(Dave and Michael go to their chairs as Andy enters. Michael has 
left some eggs on Andy's chair and this clearly pisses him off.)

Dave: Better make more blunts soon; demand's just going to grow 
double.

Michael: Yeah, (I) guess I could go out and grab more herbs and 
stuff. 

Dave: Good for you sonny. And when you're there you better chat it 
with that sort of yours.

Michael: Bring! Bingo. So, how long before we make it proper?

Dave: Not long my son, (it's) all about patience Michael, just wait 
for the moment. We're in for the long haul aren't we? 

(Andy is now getting exceptionally pissed off. He starts clearing 
the stuff of his chair before sitting down.)

Andy (calmly): Guys, can you please shut up about the bloody drug? 
And Dave, stop using those cockney expressions! (Beat) Oh, and can 
you not put bloody groceries on my chair next time.

Dave: Bloody hell! He's just something isn't he Mike, just something 
else! I work the skin to me gut with you, and you don't care. 

Andy: Screw that.

Dave: You ungreatful sod, why could mum only 'ave had a single kid? 
Then I would be born in to another bloody family and the quest could 
be over by now.

(Andy gets up from his chair.)

Dave: Now what you doing? We only just got back didn't we?

Andy: And I'm going out again to get some to myself. And for the 
record, I want to make money but not this way. I've decided how 
immoral this larky is.

Dave: Immoral? Let me tell you what's immoral then! I'm actually 
getting money in for us but and all you do is stay here on your arse 
all day. Stone me! 

(Andy just swallows in then strides out of the room.) 

Dave: We got bloody work to do, but not him 'cause he never made it 
through university! Dreadful innit?

Michael: Well that's 'cause we couldn't pay for him to finish could 
we?

Insert- door

(We see the front door close.)

End insert

Dave: Yeah, well he could still get a job couldn't he? Pathetic I 
tell you and... Bugger! In the back there's a stash of Trash I'm 
keeping for a deal tonight. 

Michael: So?

Dave: You never got through univesrsity you lying git! Either that 
or the standards actually got HIGHER with Andrew.

Michael: What you on about?

Dave: If you really 'aven't got a brain then let me explain. 

Michael: Send it this way.

Dave: Right then, if he speeds then the police're sure to check the 
boot for any stolen gear, nobody ever speeds around here unless they 
have some hookies.

Michael: And if he doesn't take the car?

Insert

(We see Andy fiddling about with the car keys as he climbs down 
stairs to leave the building.)

End insert

Dave: He'll take the car, I know him all to well. 

(The 2 run out of the room as we fade out.)

Int- Dave's car- day

(The car is middle class and is mild blue. Andy is driving fast and 
we get a shot of the speedometer and it is driving at 35 mph. Andy 
then passes a road sign and it shows the speed limit as 30 mph.)

(Andy pushes play on the tape player and the song  "My Generation" 
by The Who begins. Andy stops the tape, takes it out of the tape 
compartment and hurls it on to the road in front of him before 
running it over.)

(Andy now takes out his mobile phone and begins talking in to it. We 
don't know who he's talking to or what it's about but Andy seems 
nervous, yet pretending to be confident.)

Andy (Beat): Hello. Yeah, it's Best. (Beat) Yeah, I reckon I could 
get them for you but I will need a price. Why? Cause this will make 
you a fucking packet, that's why. Ok, yeah I could try for tonight. 
Yeah, well sometime soon ok. Yeah, soon we should be frying. (Beat) 
Well you know what I mean. Bye.

(Andy hangs up. A police car now draws up behind Andy and stops as 
he stops. A cop gets out of the car. The cop's name is Arnie. Arnie 
approaches the car slowly as tough cops do and we see Andy swear to 
himself.)

Arnie: Looks like you were speeding 'bout 35 miles per hour back 
there. Now I got a fat little ticket for you. Wait? Where are you 
from? Which end of town?

Andy: Back there, 'round the North end, why?

Arnie: Just get out of the car! I'm checking the boot for stolen 
goods. Either you're a theif or a drunk 'cause you handled the car 
pretty badly.

Andy: That's 'cause I was on my phone.

Arnie: I don't care. Now get out the bloody car.

Int -Best Brother's house/ hall- day

(Dave and Michael are hanging around beside the phone.)

Dave: Ok, he'll have taken his mobile with him, I'll just call that 
up, and apologise to him. He should have it, never leaves home 
without it.

Michael: Yeah, go for it bruv.

Dave: Right, you got his number?

Both: Shit!

(There's a hesitation before Michael heads for the door.)

Dave: Where the hell are you going now you tit?

Michael: After the bloody car, where do you think? Actally, don't 
even answer that, just wait by the phone. He may call to say when 
he's coming back.
 
Dave: Right, good thinking; now go on then! On yer bloody bike.

(Michael quickly runs out the door and Dave sighs before sitting 
next to the phone in a nervous state.)

Ext- outside the car- day

(Arnie now stands beside the car boot and remains intimidating 
because he stereotypes about Andy because of the area he lives in.)

Arnie: Ok, you're not drunk, but that was bad handling so I'm going 
to check your boot for any illegal shit. It's ironic I pull you over 
then innit?

Andy: But if I had any gear then why would I stop for you?

Arnie: I don't know, cause you're dumb maybe, I just don't trust 
your kind.

Andy: My kind?
 
Arnie: You are from the council houses right? 

Andy: No. (Beat) Near them, but not from them.

Arnie: Really? Stone me. (Beat) Still, that doesn't stop me from 
looking in your car does it?

(Arnie looks at the boot and Andy gets out of the car.)

Arnie: You give me the bloody keys now!

Ext- the local estate- day

(Michael runs through the council estate looking all directions for 
the car. Michael passes Kevin and Thomas who are asleep against the 
wall. He digs in to his wallet and leaves them some coins.)

(We cut to the next scene.)

Ext- outside the car- day

(Arnie and Andy stand beside the boot. Andy can't see in because the 
cop's blocking his view, but he seems to be clueless about what's in 
the back.)

Arnie: Well. (Beat) What the hell have you been up to?

Andy: Nothing, why?

Arnie: Well I found a load of hash in the back.

(Andy swallows hard. He has no idea how to get out of this 
situation.)

Andy: That's not hash.

Arnie: 'Course not! It's bloody chicken innit? 'Course it's hash, 
don't make it worse on yourself.

Andy: But it's not, it's Trash. 

Arnie: You what?

Andy: Trash, me brother made it as a cheap substitute to hash. We 
were going to sell it off calling it hash and get some dough.

Arnie: Stop talking out yer minerals. You're coming back to the 
station you are! This is no melting pot; I'm not letting you off 
here!

(We now fade out.)

Int- Police station/ interrogation room- day

(The interogation room is small and as you would expect from a 
standard station. An Interogator (Ronin) sits behind a table shaving 
with a razor and mirror. Arnie and Andy then enter the room. Andy 
seems nervous and Arnie smiles smuggly ('cuase he's not a nice 
bloke.) while Ronin puts the mirror down and rubs the shaving foam 
of his face.)

Arnie: Well this is the little addict here. Found speeding and then 
to be carrying cannabis in the back.

Ronin: Terrible, just terrible.

Arnie: You haven't heard the whole 9 yards; he claims it's a working 
placebo.

Ronin: Really? Ok mate, let me take your name and address.

Andy: Andrew Best sir. Number 18 Palmerstone Place. 

Ronin: Really? Right, now what do you have to say in your defence 
for this criminal accusation. Do you deny that whatever was found in 
the car is yours.

Andy: Well, sort off. It actually belongs to David.

Ronin: David? Am I intruding on a family business here or something? 
(Beat) Give me a number; I want him in the station now.

Int- Police station/ interrogation room- day

(We're back in the station and Dave is now in the room with them. 
Dave gives Andy angry glances during the conversation and we watch 
Andy return nervous looks at first before returning an "I don't give 
a shit" look.)

Ronan: We want a sample to perform our tests on. If we find this is 
just cannabis then you're you're being charged for wasting our time, 
if not, then we'll have to discuss this deeper. Please wait in the 
hall and we'll be out with the results in an hour.

(The brothers leave the room and Ronin and Arnie talk among 
themselves but it's inaudable beacsue we stick with the brothers who 
are now exchanging nasty looks. Ronin removes a small bag of 
cannabis from a drawer on his desk.)

Ronin: Right, now lets see if this is the genuine article. Call me 
an inspector, a miscroscope and a team of scientists. 

Ext- a street in Silver Bay- day

(Kevin and Thomas walk down another street, this street is full off 
beggars and hobos. We hear a police car approaching. Thomas sees the 
car dives behind a stack of boxes taking Kevin with him. Once the 
car's gone and they're in the clear Thomas pokes his head over the 
top and the duo carry on walking.)

Thomas: That was my dad's car. I bet he's out to get me. 

Kevin: Well can you just say duck next time? That bloody hurt. 

Thomas: Sorry. (Beat) Bloody hell, look at all these hobos. I wonder 
how many of these guys are skin poppers. Bet they're yer relatives 
or something.

Kevin: Watch it Thomas. But seriously, heroin's a right waste of 
life innit?

Thomas: Totally, this lot 'ave to beg for money to get their next 
hit; like them tramps in town. You know the type, always looking to 
drown their sorrows.

Kevin: Yeah, I know the type. (Beat) It never lasts does it?

Thomas: Well I wouldn't bloody know would I? (!) Listen, I say we 
just leave these guys to keep this territory, they need the money 
even more than we do. 

Kevin: Course. Lets just chill out again, but don't be too loud or 
offensive this time. Last time was pretty over.

Thomas: I know my limits. Gee, for an Irish man you're damn 
stubborn. 

(Kevin and Thomas stand against the wall watching the people o/c 
walk past. Thomas gets another burst of energy.)

Thomas (to o/c): I reckon I've seen you before mate. Down at the zoo 
was it? (To woman o/c) Right then babe! Nice legs, when do they 
open? Come on, I'll bust some moves and leave you moist, screaming 
and gagging for more. 

(Kevin turns away in humiliation. Thomas now does another moonwalk 
and blowjob movement.)

Thomas: 'Ere Kev, I want to get a row of women with dildos train 
style and give them this. (Spanks the air.) Know what I mean?

Kevin: Thomas, stop being an exhibition. Lets go.

(Kevin grabs Thomas by the arm and drags him out the frame. Thomas 
attempts to stop him but can't.)

Int- Police station/ hall - night

(Andy and Dave and Michaelare all on chairs awaiting the results.)

Dave: They've been like 6 bloody hours in there. What's keeping them 
so long?

Michael: What doy uo think they're going to do?

Dave: Well I already said I don't bloody know. All I know is that 
cheers to that stupid prat it's being bloody annalysed! 

Andy: Don't you start on me David, don't you bloody start on me! You 
didn't have to leave it in the boot did you?

Dave: Well you didn't have to break the barrior of sound on them 
roads did you? Fucking Days Of Thunder or something you must 'ave 
been.

Michael: Look! We can't sit about balming eachother. 

Dave: Sorry Mike, but do you expect me to be over joyed? 

(Ronin now enters the hall as the brothers turn their attention to 
him; a lot depends on what he has to say.)

Ronin: Ok, we've finished annalysation of your product, and no it 
wasn't chicken. (Beat) We have contacted the authorities and it's 
going to be made bloody ilegal. You will also be given a fine and if 
this continues to happen I shall be placing some charges against 
you.

(Dave buries his head in his hands and we cut to the sequence.)

Part 3: Always be equitable.

Ext- a street in Silver Bay

(Andy can be seen walking down a street (in the poor area) carrying 
a bag from a local store. Few people are around and Andy looks to 
have a lot on his mind. Dave suddenly jumps from round a corner.)

Dave: Right, you don't have Mike to protect you here. Now let me 
tell you, you've fucking ruined us!

Andy: Fuck you! This is your bloody fault, if you hadn't left the 
car keys out and left drugs in the boot.

(Dave grabs Andy by the neck and smacks him off the wall of a 
house.)

Dave: Now don't you fucking tell Michael about this meeting! I'm 
warning you, you're going down for pissing on our business.

Andy: Oh yeah, well I quit.

Dave: No you bloody don't you've done enough damage already.

(Andy suddenly punches Dave across the face. Dave lets go off Andy's 
neck and Andy punches him in the stomach before hooking him again 
sending him up and backwards in to the wall. Andy helps Dave up 
before hurling him against the wall again. Andy then walks away 
leaving Dave bleeding and astonished at a side of his brother he's 
never seen before.)

(We cut to the next scene.)

Int- Pete's house/ lounge- night

(Dave and Pete enter. Danish and James are already sat down watching 
the television. Dave looks at Danish wondering where he's seen him 
before but it doesn't occur to him.)

Dave: And that second goal, amazing.

Pete: Totally. (Beat) Hello guys.

James: Hello. (Beat) Peter, this is Patrick, Patrick, this is my 
housemate Peter. And that man is David Best. David, this is Patrick 
O'Neil.

Dave: Pleased to meet you Patrick.

Int- Pete's house/ lounge- night

(It's later that night and the group are wtaching a concert of some 
sort of the TV. Dave keeps giving Danish strange looks wondering 
where he's seen him.)

Dave: So Patrick, you an upmarket guy?

James: Is he up market? (Laughs) You can answer that mate.

Danish: Yeah, I own the club down the road don't I?

Dave: Right, what club? (Beat) Do you mean The Swing Thing?

Danish: Spot on.

Pete: Well Dave here used to write for the local paper. It was the 
Silver Bay times or something. It was the counter culture page.

Danish: Interesting.

(There's a certain tension in the air but the men all turn back to 
the TV. Dave now realises that this is Danish the supossed 
gangster.)

Ext- Outside Pete's house- night

(Dave leaves with Danish. All men adlib goodbyes before Dave and 
Danish head down the road together. Both are quiet for a bit.)

Danish: I know who you are David.

Dave: You do?

Danish: Yes, but tonight I do nothing. (Beat) You see David, I'm 
giving you the warning here to quit. You can get out, no harm done. 
Or you can stick in the game.

Dave: Well I don't know what to say.

Danish: Nice night innit? And I'm warning you this pal, you continue 
your charade and you won't see many more of these. This is it David, 
a new beginning. Make the right decision.

(Danish walks away leaving Dave alone and confused.)

Int- Doldrums café- day

(This is a café in the business sector and because of this most of 
the customers are men of business. Dave sits at a table and the 
manager Neil approaches. Neil is overweight and despite his success 
still hasn't lost his cockney accent.)

Neil: Right mate, can I get you any good and think?

Dave: No I'm fine, just waiting for some buddies before I order.

Neil: Ah, right, got it.

(Neil leaves and Dave checks his watch before 3 goons sit beside him 
at the table. They look like typical mafia boys and Dave shows a 
nervous attitude towards them.)

Goon 1: Sorry 'bout the delay.

Dave: Yeah it's fine; just keep it casual though 'cause I'm a busy 
man. 

Goon 2: Now do you have the merchandise?

Dave: 'Course, now give me the dough.

(Goon 3 slides the cash acoss the table below his palm and Dave does 
the same with the drugs (the concealed bag.). They then switch their 
hands and bring their new loot to themselves.)

Goon 2: Nice to do business with you mr Best. Listen, I think it's 
fair to warn you that the boy Danish may want you.

Dave: Why?

Goon 3: 'Cause you're getting our business now and that's not going 
to go down nicely.

Dave: 'Ere I'm not wanting to piss anyone off, so why the hell 
didn't you warn me?

Goon 2: 'Cause business is business mr Best. You charge less so why 
not? Nice seing you mate.

(The goons get up and leave the scene. Dave worries about his 
situation as Neil approaches.)

Neil: So can I get your order?

Dave: Nothing for me, I'm off.

(Dave gets up and leaves. Neil sighs before going back to his 
kitchen. On the way he speaks his next lines.)

Neil: Bloody Spanish practice, people like that get right up my 
tits. Hate them, always coming in and not buying anything. If I had 
my way they'd all be bloody shot.

(Cut to the next scene.)

Int- Phone box- day

(Andy is in a public phone box reading off a sheet of paper. Andy 
seems nervous this time because he's unsure if he should do what 
he's doing.)

Andy: Yeah, and food colouring. (Beat) I reckon we need something 
else in the mix for individuality. Yeah, but I want it to go no 
further than this, no violence or nothing. Yeah. Bye.

(Andy hangs up and takes a deep breath before looking to the floor.)

Int- Michael's DJ booth- day

(Michael is in his DJ booth, it looks like a typical booth but the 
walls are covered with music articles from various magazines.)

Michael: Anyway, that was a classic from Page and Plant. Now, I 
believe we have a caller on line 1 so here we are.

(Michael flips the switch to bring the caller on.)

Caller: Hello.

Michael: Sorry to keep you waiting sir, but I love that song to 
bits.

Caller: Yeah, yeah, enough of the small talk already. I just want to 
question if you're the same Michael Best that was associated with 
Trash drugs.

Michael: Erm... No, what gave you that idea?

Caller: The local paper, it says "Local Silver Bay DJ Michael Best."

Michael: Erm... (Blows in to the mike) I'm losing you mate! (Beat) 
That's the first time that's happened so I advise nobody to call in 
for a while incase it happens again. Now for a commercial break.

(Michael hits a button and a commercial starts. Michael then removes 
his headphones and sighs.)

Michael: Shit!

Ext- Outside mafia house- night

(Dave's walking through the rich area smiling to himself. He's 
actually enjoying the walk. In his hands he carries some shopping. 
This is down near an average area past the council houses. Dave 
shouts to passers.)

Dave (to o/c): 'Ere Billy boy, want me to put you down for an ounce? 
Sure thing.

(Dave carries on and as he turns a corner an unseen foe gets him 
over the head with the butt of a gun. Dave falls to the ground and 
from a distance we see 2 unknown figures dragging him through an 
open door.) 

Int- a shady guy's house- night

(The room is small and cramped. Around the walls there's a few doors 
leading off in to the building and in the middle of the room there's 
a table. There's also a bar in the corner of the room. Dave wakes up 
on the table with a mafia type standing above him holding a knife 
(mafia guy 1) and another at a bar in the orner poaring a drink. A 
group of heavies stand at the main door.)

Mafia guy 1: You David Best?

Dave: Yeah, yeah I am, why?

Mafia guy 2: Knew it, I bloody knew it. Lets just say the boss isn't 
happy. 

Dave: Hold on, what boss, what the fuck's going on?

Mafia guy 1: What boss? Does the name Danish not mean a thing to 
you?

Dave: Danish? (Beat) Oh shit, not him again. Shit!

Mafia guy 1: Indeed, and you've entered a world of it. You see, he's 
the main scource of drugs round this town, he makes the deals and 
leads the steals, so I reckon your little attempt at putting him out 
might just have pissed him of.

Dave: Look, I don't want to put anyone out! I just want to make a 
few bob don't I? There's enough round this town for both of us.

Mafia guy 2: Danish wanted a bit of yours once, but it was the final 
cut when you began to sell you began to out sell us. We understand 
from a contact that your man's a mr Peter Maxwell. Give us a number 
and you can go.

Dave: Yeah, but... What fucking contact!

Mafia guy 1: Paul "the snake" Smith.

(Paul enters the room from a small door at the side. Paul approaches 
the table where he punches Dave hard in the stomach.)

Dave (narrating): This seemed like a basic American cliché, I didn't 
think this sort of shit happened outside the movies.

Paul: You fucking son of a bitch! Because of you I got this little 
shit!

(Paul lifts shirt to show a large wound.)

Dave: Uh... Sorry.

Paul: Sorry! (?) YOU'RE SORRY! (?) Cause I couldn't afford what you 
were selling the boss took it out of me. On the telephone you said 
it was good value, do you call £300 good value?

Dave: Oi, I only charge what I'm asked to charge by the boss.

Paul: Yeah, well there's only 2 ways to do this, either the "tell us 
the number and go" way or "the dead mother fucker's" way.

Dave (narrating): I needed a plan; I needed to think of something to 
get me out of the mess.

Dave: I'm really sorry.

Paul: You shut it! (Beat) Now the boss is due here in a few, but 
before he comes in I think it's about time we had some fun.

Dave (narrating): My initial plan had no effect and I'd just found 
out that Danish was due to enter the room in a few minutes. Not a 
good day.

(Dave kicks mafia guy 1 in the groin and rolls out of the way of the 
falling knife. Mafia guy 2 runs up to him but Dave smashes the glass 
over his head. Paul then chases him out the main door followed by 
the 3 heavies.)

Mafia guy 2: That son of a bitch! (Beat) Dawn, are you ok?

Mafia guy 1: Yeah I'm cool. Just don't let that son of a bitch get 
away or Danish will have our bollocks.

Mafia guy 2: The boys are right on it. If they see David they should 
pound him in to next week. 

(We cut to the next scene.)

Ext- Street in Silver Bay- night

(Dave is quickly running away from the house. As he runs he 
narrates. Passers watch him run past and Dave runs in to some people 
and they look back in anger.)

Dave (narrating): David Best, sultan of slackers and guru of pop 
culture, died with a bullet in his brain. At least that's how I 
thought it would be at the time.

(The 3 heavies and Paul are out after Dave but they stop because 
he's so far ahead of them.)

(We fade out.)

Insert- short sequece

(A quick montage shows Dave standing against a wall stopping passers 
to try and push drugs to them. Dave also smokes during the sequence 
and runs from the police.)

End insert.

Int- shady guy's house- night

(There's a small meeting around the table between Danish, the mafia 
guys and the thugs that appear later.)

Danish: Right, after the other day I think action is called for so 
listen up 'cause I got a plan for some serious capital.

Mafia guy 1: Sounds good already, always up for making a packet we 
are.

Danish: Even if that's a lie you get no choice. Now listen up, we 
need to cash in on this market for homemades and in doing so put 
that Trash shit out of business.

Thug 2: Sounds sweet.

Danish: Right, well recently a friend of mine came up with a recipe 
for me and all I need is stock and dealers. That's where you guys 
come in handy. 

Thug 3: Got it, we'll be right on the case.

Danish: Nice. Now the capital will satisfy and believe me, it's 
good. Oh, it's an extra monkey for anyone who can find me David Best 
or Peter Maxwell.

Thug 1: So the word shall be spread, we won't fail you. Them prats 
won't know what hit 'em, downed come dusk.

Danish: Good, now our launch is tonight down at any local pubs you 
can find. I'm leaving the mixture down with my seceratary at the 
club. This smoke's been tried and tested, similar in ingrediants to 
Trash, but who gives a damn?

(Cut to the next scene.) 

Insert- Boomers stuff

(This is a montage of shots of dealers in pubs (including Stuart's) 
selling Boomers to customers. The dealers are making a bit and the 
montage goes on to show Danish counting through a small heap of 
cash.)

End insert

Int- Best brother's house/ lounge- day

(Andy and Michael are sat in watching the television. Michael is 
holding a can of beer and Andy has a glass of water. The show they 
are watching is a loud broadcast so it's probably just football. 
Dave enters on the phone.)

Dave (in to the phone): Yeah, listen, I don't know what my prat of a 
brother told you but I was at night classes, yeah, studying quantum 
physics. What? You saw me in the paper? I assure you I was wrongly 
accused. Listen, I 'ave to go, do you want me to drop by after class 
tonight? Right, see you then. Bye.

(Dave hangs up. There's a tension between them because of what 
happened earlier. Dave's now looks a bit beaten but is trying to 
regain his integrity.)

Dave: Why did you tell Pete I was out last night dealing drugs? 

Andy: Cause you were weren't you? Or was I just imagining things 
again?

Dave: Don't be smart; I know that, but why? 

Andy: Well I didn't know I wasn't supposed to! If I lied to my 
friend and wanted you to keep up the story then I would tell you. 
Wouldn't I?

Dave: Oh that's just grand! Andy, I'm not you am I? Maybe I 
shouldn't put my trust in your common sense so often.

Andy: Yeah, whatever.  If you want another good kick in then keep 
this talk up.

Dave: Watch it! 'Cause of you I 'ave to walk on eggshells with him 
now and to make matters worse some competition has begun down at the 
pubs. Bloody Boomers! To hell with you, to hell with this, I'm going 
down to the local.

Andy: Pubs won't be open yet.

Dave: Pubs? Don't show our catholic origins too much! I'm talking 
'bout the CD shop you silly git.

Andy: Oh, you did mention that Pete's not the man didn't you?

Dave: Not yet, must 'ave slipped my mind when I was being threatened 
by 3 thugs all armed to the fillings in their teeth. Look, I will do 
something soon.

(Dave leaves the room again and Michael enters after a beat.)

Michael: Where's he in a rush too?

Andy: The CD shop. 

Michael: Right, swish. Well now that he's left the building I've got 
something I need to ask you about. It's about the car; you didn't 
mean to get caught did you?

Andy: No, I'm not that underhanded am I? 

Michael: Well good for you. (Beat) You do envy Dave though, right?

Andy: Yeah, I want to be just like him in every way. What the fuck 
do you think? Of course not! You know, this drug business can go so 
wrong so easily. 

Michael: Well incase you are, don't be. Dave's just found a job he's 
good at. 

Andy: Dave's not good; he's just very lucky. For Dave to be really 
good at a job it would have to be a job that rewards being as much 
of a prick as possible. Probabily why he's a writer for counter 
culture innit? 

Michael: Right. But listen, keep of his back will you. If you don't 
want in it's cool, just don't let David and me fail because of that.

(We now fade out.)

Ext- Outside the café- day

(A café plays loud music. Kevin and Thomas pass by and Thomas stops 
before he begins to dance to it. Kevin watches before playing on his 
air guitar and turns away in embarassment. Passers give Thomas 
strange looks.)

Thomas (to o/c): What's wrong with you people? Have you never seen a 
white boy dance? Man, you're rude motherfuckers! Except you babe, 
lets get on in the weekend with you so brown and pretty.

Kevin: Thomas, please don't make a scene again. For the last week or 
so you've just caused a scene.

Thomas: Screw you Kevin! You just don't know how to enjoy it. (Beat) 
I enjoy it like this! So where do you want to go then? Do you want 
to go home? 

(Thomas now looks down the road where he sees a blind busker playing 
the guitar. Thomas shakes his head in disgust.)

Thomas: Look at that, that's exploitation that is.

Kevin: What are you thinking Thomas?

Thomas: Never you mind Kevin, never you mind.

(We cut to the next scene.)

Int- Record shop- day

(Dave looks through a bunch of CDs. The shop is very old style and 
has quite a lot of customers. James is searching in the background 
but doesn't see Dave until Dave sees him.)

Dave (narrating): When you have a load of money to burn then where 
better to burn it than your local record store. 

(Dave looks at the rack behind him and sees James looking through 
the CDs. Dave's holding up a CD by The Who and looking at the track 
listing.)

Dave: Right-there Jamie?

James: That's James to you.

Dave: Calm down; I just want a normal conversation don't I?

James: Well talk away drug boy.

Dave: It's about that. I just want you to assure Pete the paper 
wrongly accused me and it's all over now. (Shouts to clerk) how much 
for this?

Clerk: £7.99 mate.

James: I don't think so David. I wasn't born yesterday and nor was 
he. Now I suggest you just piss off and don't even think about 
coming back 'round our house again or you're getting it.

Dave: Now I remember what it is about you I hate, it's you're 
dickheaded attitude to everything.

(Dave walks towards the counter and pays for a CD. James leaves in 
the background and gives Dave a negative look as he leaves. Dave 
notices this and shows James the finger.)

(We cut to the next scene.)

Int- supermarket (checkout)- day

(Michael's at the checkout being served by the lady from earlier 
(her name's now Stacey.) Michael has less to pay for this time and 
the chemistry between the 2 is back on form again. The lady is 
adding stickers to the bags marked David Best.)

Micael: So yer name's Stacey then eh? Nice name that is.

Stacey: Yeah, thanks David. Now that's the lot marked for home 
delivery, so what did you want to talk about? Go on; chew the fat, 
what's up?

Michael: I think you know what's up, I think you know what I want to 
chew on, I also think we may have to be china plates for now.

Stacey: China plates?

Michael: Mates, see, it means mates? It's just a phrase my brother 
Michael uses. (Beat) So why couldn't you make it?

Stacey: Well listen, David...

Michael: No, don't say a word! I don't give a shit who asks out who, 
just come round with the lot and I'll see you then.

Stacey: But David, it's my last...

(Michael quickly leaves and Stacey sighs before a guard comes along 
and puts what Michael got in a trolley and wheels it away for home 
delivery. We cut out on the bags marked David Best.)

Int- Silver Bar- night

(Few people are in the bar. Dave is standing beside Jeff leaning on 
the bar. Jim is busy serving someone and nobody else who we know is 
to be seen.)

Dave: So the only thing I did today was go to the record store. 'Ere 
Jeff, what do you think about the local mafia?

Jeff: Nothing, they're just an urban legend. The people who claim to 
be part are just crackpots, there's no such thing as a Silver Bay 
mafia.

Dave: Well what about that club owner, named after a card game or 
something.

Jeff: The boy Danish? That Danish guy's just a myth, just made up so 
people can get their own way quicker. Wouldn't mess with a guy that 
knows Danish would you? 

Dave: No, I guess not.

Jeff: And why would everyone know about him? How would everyone know 
he runs The Swing Thing?

Dave: I don't know. You could be on to something there. 'Ere, you 
seen Stuart around, I need a few words with him.

Jeff: About Trash? I would watch it if I was you. This new stuff 
called Boomers has come upon the market and they get more street 
cred than a jumping king. Know what I mean?

Dave: Not a bloody clue.

Jeff: Well they do, and rumour has it that guy Paul Smith knows a 
load about it, I think he's a seller or something 'cause he was out 
with it last night. 

Dave: Really. You mean Paul "the snake" Smith? (Beat) Bloody hell.

Jeff: Yeah I mean him. The boys premiered it here the other night. 
Been here a bit recently. Surprised you never saw them.

Dave: Yeah, well I've been out of here for a while, dealing round 
the back alleys.

Jeff: How's the job at the moment?

Dave: It's shit! I've been fired now and the paper printed me as a 
criminal.

Jeff: Tough stuff, let me buy you a drink (as) soon as Stuart get's 
'ere. Went down the job cntre today, did you know that Janet girls 
on the dole.

Dave: As in Pete's Janet.

Jeff: Yeah, that's the girl.

Dave: Bloody hell, that's all I'm saying.

Ext- Beside the café- night

(Kevin and Thomas are sitting against the wall beside the blind 
busker with the guitar. We now see that the busker has a dog that 
holds out a cap for money. Kevin grabs the dog and pulls it off 
screen while Thomas sits beside the busker with his own hat out. A 
lady then walks past and gives Thomas some money.)

Int- Silver Bar- night

(Stuart is standing behind the bar and watches as Dave approaches 
him. Jim is serving customers at the other end of the bar and Andy 
is standing in the background talking to a friend while Michael 
talks to Jeff.)

Jeff: So then the cops came and I ran like fuck.

Michael: Bloody stoner odysseys. You ought to watch yourself on them 
patches. (Beat)'Ere look, I heard that down at the station cuts are 
being made so the boss may want a word with me. I might be joining 
you down at the centre soon.

Jeff: Why?

Michael: Why? It's 'cause of all the drug stuff. The powers that be 
don't want any controversy. If I avoid the boss a bit then he can't 
fire me. That means leaving quickly and not picking up the phone to 
anyone.

Jeff: What if he sends a letter?

Michael: Why? 'Cause they want it face to face to assure me it's not 
'cause of the accusations, there's no proof afterall, Dave took the 
fall. It would seem pussy footed to send a letter.

Jeff: Great brother he is then.

Michael: Piss off, all he did was tell the truth, he did start it, 
he is the boss, he's everything he says he is.

Jeff: 'Ere, do you want a pint?

Michael: Yeah sure, hit me.

Jeff: Sure. (To o/c) Oi Jim, a couple of pints then, throw it on me 
tab.

(Dave stops in front of the bar and Stuart crosses a day off the 
calendar behind him. Stuart then turns his attention to Dave.)

Dave: 'Ere Stuart, go and knock me up a bacon, egg and chips.

Stuart: Sure.

Dave: Yeah, get me a Calsberg to, put it on Jeff's slate, even ask 
the man himself, he felt like being generous.

Stuart: Jeff? Yeah, well that would be the bloody day. 

(Stuart turns away and approaches a door. Stuart opens the door and 
shouts the order through it before approaching Dave again.)

Stuart: Shouldn't be a minute, the enemy's quick at breakfast. 
Speaking off which, why the hell are you having breakfast now? Bit 
late innit?

Dave: Yeah, I know, but I've had a quick day I 'ave, never had the 
bloody time.

Stuart: We've all had a quick day mate, believe me, we all have. 

Dave: 'Ere, how much do you want for the bacon, egg and chips?

Stuart: It's 2 and a half nicker and another and a half for the 
Calsberg but that's on Jeff's. You know, that Olivia's a diamond, 
she really is. Since she accepted the job business has never been 
better.

Dave: (I) Thought you said it was the enemy working for you.

Stuart: Well we're courting it we are. (Beat) Right demon in the 
sack I tell you.

Dave: Right Stuart, listen, I've got a favour to ask of you...

Stuart: Well the answers no.

Dave: You don't know what I was going to ask yet.

Stuart: 'Course I do, but no 'cause I felt bad enough selling dodgy 
drugs so it can only get worse selling illegal dodgy drugs

Dave: Well Stuart my son, you won't be caught. The pigs won't catch 
you.

Stuart: Give it up David. Any 1 of them scavengers could grass to 
the coppers.

Dave: But they won't 'cause they want it. Will you please think 
about it? There's some capital in there for you.

Stuart: Listen David, now that the world knows your stuff was 
homemade everyone deals homemade on this turf. So far 6 dealers 'ave 
tried to cut me a deal.

Dave: But I'm your best customer and your best friend.
 
Stuart: Oh leave it out David, you've hardly bought a thing and 
whenever you speak to me it's just to benefit you. Now sod off and I 
can get Jim to tell you when the grubs ready.

(Dave collects his Calsberg and leaves the area as Michael 
approaches the bar. Dave walks in to the background with some 
drunks.)

Dave (o/c): Angelo me old mucker! This could be yer lucky day. 
(Beat) Ah got some o those bowls and bombs for ya, just remember my 
man that everyone needs a hobby.

(We now see Dave has found a new customer. It's a middle-aged man in 
black (Monty.))

Dave: Well my friend, how would you like to get more buggered than a 
naval prisoner and feel better than a happy man on drugs?

Monty (confused): Ok.

Dave: Well you can be. (Beat) No, failing that, (beat) you can be 
that happy man. (Beat) What's yer name?

Monty: Monty.

Dave: Well Monty, you'll be called mellow Monty cause you'll be so 
high on a good natural. A phat as I call em.

Monty: A phat? (Beat) Oh I get it, you're Jeremy Beadle right?

Dave (to himself): Bloody hell! He thinks I'm Jeremy bloody Beadle. 
(To Monty) Do I have to spell it out to you? By using some drugs.

Monty (more confused): Drugs? Now you've totally lost me.

(Dave prepares to speak but then stops and shrugs before walking 
away.)

(Andy's enjoying a drink as Dave approaches him angrily from the 
background.)

Dave: Found any buyers yet bruv?

Andy: No. (Beat) I haven't been looking.

Dave: Well you better start now 'cause I'm heading off to see Peter 
in a bit so you better keep the sales sweet while I'm away.

Andy: Leave it out Dave. I think I made it obvious earlier. From now 
on I don't want involved, I want out.

Dave: Listen, I was just angry when I accused you, do you want me to 
beg to you or something? I'm sorry. (Beat) But you can't just give 
up! You never stay for the ride! 

Andy: Shows how loyal they are to you then doesn't it? Anyway, I 
quit so up yours, I'm not with you anymore.

Jim (o/c): Dave, your grubs out!

Dave: Bloody great! Well later on we're finishing this conversation.

(Dave turns and leaves to get his food while Andy reacts and turns 
in the opposite direction.)

Ext- Beside the café- night

(Kevin and Thomas are still in the street we saw them last but they 
have returned the dog to the blind owner. Thomas is looking through 
the money he's got.)

Thomas: Good bit of money I made there.

Kevin: Very dishonest. (Beat) And look what the bloody dog did. I 
had to hold the bugger for ages.

(Kevin rolls up his sleeve and we see tooth marks.)

Thomas: Yeah, well he was exploiting his disposition by playing an 
instrument while being blind. He makes a packet anyway. It's a dog 
eat dog world Kevin. Come on. Lets get some kip.

Ext- dark alley- night

(Dave walks down the ally way and it's as Dave advances that we see 
he's not alone in the alley.)

Dave (narrating): The long walk to Peter's again, I've always bloody 
hated it.

Thug 1 (o/c): There he is, lets get the bastard!

(3 thugs run in from the side and punch Dave in the stomach, he 
lands on the ground in pain.)

Thug 2: (Are) You Peter Maxwell, inventor of Trash?

Dave: Peter Maxwell?

Dave (narrating): Shit! I asked myself why I had to say Pete's name 
all that time ago, things were turning serious and it was no longer 
a game. Shit!

Dave: No, no, I'm not. (Beat) You guys got a reason for wanting to 
find him? 

Thug 1: Yeah.

Thug 2: We're working for Boomers and you fit the description.

Dave: Oh Boomers, yeah I heard of you.

Thug 1: Are you Dave Best then? You know, the dealer? Peter's little 
bitch, you know the guy?

Dave: No, no I'm not and I don't know the guy.

Thug 3: Good, well you fit the description so watch it in the 
future; change your face or something. 

(The thugs walk away.)

Dave (narrating): I had to get to Peter's a bit lively to try and 
something out. I knew it wouldn't be easy on him. (Beat) Bloody 
hell, them guys must have been more wasted than me or they would 
'ave just had me there.

Int- Pete's house/ lounge- night

(Once again the television is on while Pete talks with Dave, we 
begin on Pete's angry face shouting right at Dave.)

Pete: What! (?) What do you mean you blamed me for dealing and 
creating a drug? What bloody drug? (!)

Dave: Trash, it was in the paper remember. Listen, I'm really sorry 
man. It just slipped out you know? Just slipped out at the moment.

Pete: (It) Just slipped out! (Beat) How can something that fucking 
stupid just slip out! (?) I thought we were mates, but obviously not 
now.

Dave: I am SO sorry man. (Beat) Is there anything I can do?

Pete: Yeah there's something you can do.

Dave (quickly): What, anything you want.

Pete: You can just piss off right now!

Dave: I was afraid you would say that.

(James enters the house o/c and enters the lounge in the moment of 
silence.)

Pete: Well go on. Piss off.

Dave: But...

James: I don't know what this is about, but I really think you 
should leave now Dave cause if you don't I'm going to punch that 
bloody face of yours so hard your teeth come pouring out your arse! 

Dave: What? Listen Peter; could we just talk about this?

Pete: No, just get out!

(James and Pete get off their chairs and walk towards Dave, he 
immediately turns and leaves.)

Pete: Why did he go and do that? Prick.

James: Just don't be so surprised. I knew it would happen 
eventually. He's always like this. Remember when he became obsessive 
over dodgy old bootlegs.

Pete: Yeah. (Beat) Wait, where were you anyway?

James: Just out, nothing much you know. Now tell me about what 
happened.

Ext- rich area street- night

(Dave's walking back from Pete's house slowly and sadly. As he walks 
we get a pov from Dave as a local walks past and gives him a strange 
look.)

Dave: Yeah, just fucking say it next time. I'm a fucking scaff 
aren't I? (!)

(The local keeps on walking pretending not to have heard Dave. Dave 
changes his sad and pathetic mood to a mood of anger and 
aggression.)

(Dave leaves the kerb and gets on the side of the road.)

Dave (narrating): Most of these buggers are either tragic yuppies or 
high living depressants that come as a compulsive off living with 
the cream. 

(Dave walks in to the middle of the road. It's totally empty of 
traffic.)

Dave (narrating): I stood out badly. Most people like long walks 
round these parts 'cause it shows them the sort of property they 
could buy when they're older and wiser. Not me, it just reminds me 
I'm never going to step a fucking foot in London's prime. Bloody 
tragic it is.

(Dave walks away from the camera, there's something sad about the 
sight of a pathetic man walking home through an area of hereditarily 
made millionaires. Dave now swings his arms in the air and lets out 
all his anger at the houses out in a cry of emotions.)

Dave: It's not fucking fair!  

(Dave steps on to the pavement and heads for the start of the dark 
alley that leads to the bar.)

(Dave takes a wrap from his pocket and some of what we presume is 
his drug and heads to the alley.)

Ext- dark alley- night

(Dave walks along the alley smoking a joint. He has a deep look of 
regret upon his face.)

Dave (narrating): At the end of the alley is Stuart's, and down the 
road is my area where hopers and dreamers wait and wish for a chance 
to be rich and successful, like those lucky bastards are from birth.

(The 3 thugs now come running along the alley and knock Dave off his 
feet. Dave falls to the ground and Thug 1 grabs his joint and takes 
a puff.)

Thug 1: Definitely Trash.

Dave: How the fuck do you know this is Trash?

Thug 1: I don't, you just told me.

Thug 2: You think he's the legendary pretty boy Peter Maxwell? He 
lives 'round this end of town anyway.

Dave: But I'm... 

Thug 3: Go on, spit it out you wee shite!

Dave: Yeah, sure I'm Pete Maxwell. (Beat) I'm also Dave Best.

Thug 2: Fuck man! Danish will be pleased. 

(The thugs advance and we get various shots of Dave getting beaten, 
some cliché shots like blood splattering upon a nearby wall could 
help.)

Dave (narrating): They must 'ave been more stoned than I was, but 
they went along with my double identity lie. Man, when this sort of 
shit happens just don't retaliate, just hope you don't get any 
permanent damage.

(A police siren interrupts the scene and the thugs kick him once 
again before running in to the distance, a policeman approaches Dave 
who's now a heap on the floor.)

Dave (narrating): Just as I thought my evening couldn't get much 
worse a siren yells and I feel the vibrations as the thugs leave me, 
the police were there and I must have had a good ounce on me and a 
strong smell of the stuff.

(We cut to the next scene.)

Int- Best brother's house/ lounge- day 

(Dave enters the room while Michael is watching the television and 
enjoying a fry up. Dave has a Marilyn Manson jumper on during this 
scene and some baggy trousers and a black jacket. Michael turns to 
Dave and then turns away before looking back in surprise.)

Dave: How do I look in me new threads?

Michael: Like shit! You look like a Generation Xer who just lost his 
imagination. In conclusion you look bloody pathetic. 

Dave: Well I have to look the part. 

Michael: Look the part? What part? The part of a total tosser is it? 
Well you've done that right. (Beat) 'Ere, you're looking good for a 
guy who spent last night in the station.

Dave: I was in the station? I can't remember much of what happened, 
all I remember the long walk home before I got jumped, my head's 
fucked. The joint probably didn't help.

Michael: A joint? Why the hell do ya still smoke that shit?

Dave: What else am I meant to smoke? Life with lots of chemicals but 
no money is better than life with no chemicals but loads of money. 
This gets me through times with no money and makes me money. A new 
best friend I tell you.

Michael: Bloody hell. So who hell jumped you anyway?

Dave: A bunch of junkies got me. It was them guys behind Boomers, 
they told me to stop fucking with them before they let me go. They 
wanted me 'cause I turned myself in so Pete's no longer on their 
list.

Dave (narrating): I couldn't tell him about Peter and how I took the 
blow for him. It would only make me look a worse guy. 

Michael: Well I'm not going to mention this conversation to Andy, 
but can you please not get yourself in situations like that again 
you'll only grow to regret it.

Dave: Yeah? Well it's my only scource of income so I'm going to 'ave 
to stick with it aren't I?

(Andy now enters the room.)

Andy: Hello children.

Dave: Anyway Michael, we have to meet some dealers. Andy, you have a 
lot of drugs to sell down the market. Mike, we're going to see 
Golden Boy.

Michael: Why does he like to call himself Golden Boy?

Dave: Cause he gets golden after a few blunts o the chronic.

Michael (confused): I see.

Dave: Well come on Andy. Lets hurry up and get ready. The early 
smoker catches the girls.

Andy: Not that old pony again.

Dave: Look, all I'm doing is making people feel better and you say 
it's illegal. The entire system's up it's own! 

Andy: What? I don't believe what I'm hearing. David, what happened 
to you? You're just a slave to money.

Dave: You shut it! You just can't handle the fact that I'm making 
money and you're making fuck all.

Andy: Fuck you!

(Michael jumps up from his chair and shouts louder than either of 
his 2 brothers shouted so far.)

Michael: SHUT THE FUCK UP PEOPLE! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!

(Dave and Andy stare each other in the eyes before Andy walks out 
the room slamming the door. Dave sits back down and breathes 
heavily. He now begins to narrate as Michael watches him.)

Dave (narrating): My emotions were vulnerable. Business was falling 
in the drug market so things could have gone dumb knocking very 
easily. 

Michael: Well David, that was an impressive show.

Dave: Oh give it up Mike! That was all just his fault, weren't it? 
He'll be back any minute, grovelling at my feet once again. 

Michael: I don't know David. He sounded pretty serious. Like he was 
harbouring it with his mind. 

Dave: Just give him time to cool off. (Beat) Anyway, you're not 
going anywhere are you?

Michael: Course not, I said I would help you through this and that's 
what I intend to do. I'm your bruother aren't I?

Dave: Decent, that's what I like to hear.

Michael: So what's this Golden Boy guy like?

Dave: He's well sorted he is, likes his drugs raw he says.

Michael: He doesn't sound very sorted if he says shit like that.

Dave: Yeah? Well look here, if we're to hold our own against the 
Boomers boys then we 'ave to expand. Agreed?

Michael: That's sensibility David.

Dave: Well I'm meeting my boy later, I got a nice plan and it's 
going to show later. Anyway, heading to the paki's a minute so see 
you soon.

(Dave leaves a confused Michael as we cut to the next scene.)

Ext- a street Silver Bay- day

(Thomas and Kevin are leaning against a wall. As they lean couple of 
homeless teenagers approach them - Emily and Tim- who are around the 
age of 19.)

Thomas: Well, see you later Kevin, I've got to get a bit of sleep 
now.

(Thomas puts his head on his shirt that's rolled up on the ground as 
he covers himself with part of Kevin's quilt next to Kevin. Thomas 
then shivers. Tim and Emily (another pair of homeless teens) 
approach the pair as they try to sleep.)

Tim: Excuse us, but would either o you like to buy me jacket of me?

Kevin (dopey): What? Why?

Emily: Cause it's the fashion innit? Why do ya think? We're fucking 
starving aren't we? We need the money 'cause we're heading out of 
town soon.

Thomas (almost asleep): Well I would help you, but I'm bloody skint.

Tim: Look, we ken yer homeless and all so we don't mean ta be rude, 
but nobody else wants ta help us. 

Thomas: Yeah, well that's life innit? We've not had a good meal in 
ages either. 

Emily: Look, if I have to I'll bloody well sell you ma body.

(Thomas's eyes open fully, but he sighs.)

Tim: Or if you're more of cock monster then I could buff you for 
some cash.

Thomas: You're fucked up. (Beat) Listen, I would love to help you 
out by I can't so just piss off and stop making other people feel 
bad. Bet it was your fault you're out here and all.

Tim: Well not entirely, we took the white line.

Thomas: The white line. But isn't that just...

Kevin (interrupting): No Thomas, it's cocaine.

Emily: Anyway, he got started and I was just weak. 

Thomas: Oh. (Beat) Well I pity you guys, just try and kick the habit 
and it'll be done before you know it.

Male: Cocaine's not a habit. It's an addiction.

Thomas: Same thing innit?  Bloody pussy foots.

Emily: No, but I'm sure you'll understand it another time. 

Thomas: Another time, my bloody arse. Look, we can't help you so 
just piss off. Go on then, piss off!

(Male and female walk away. Thomas now turns to Kevin with some 
sadness in his voice. Kevin's disturbed by what they have just 
seen.)

Kevin: Why did you do that Thomas, they were worse off than us. She 
was actually willing to lay us for money.

Thomas: Sad when it reaches 'at level, even sadder 'at I was skint 
though weren't it?

Kevin: Don't you give a toss for anyone but yourself?

Thomas: 'Course I do, it's just... I'm engaged in my own problem right 
now so I can't take the time to think for others. Survival of the 
fittest it is.

Kevin: I have an idea, lets go to the big city like they are.

Thomas: Why? What's wrong with Silver Bay?

Kevin: Nothing really, it's just a thought that's all. (It's) I was 
remembering the story off Dick Whittington and his cat.

Thomas: You dirty git, a dick and a pussy in the same title. 

Kevin: No Thomas, not that sort of book. Anyway, they went to London 
to seek their fortunes and manage. So Thomas, why can't we go down 
to London and seek our fortunes? 

Thomas: Why? 'Cause it's a fucking book and I'm not Dick 
Whittington. You are a pussy mind, but I'm not Dick. Look, it's just 
to out of our league you know? It's just to bloody unrealistic.


Kevin: But if it goes tits in the air, then what 'ave we bloody 
lost? Nothing.
Thomas: I guess, look, I'm sorry, just in a bad mood. Look, lets 
talk it over in the morning; that ok with you?

Kevin: Yeah, 'course we'll talk it over later Thomas, just have some 
sleep.

Thomas: Yeah 'course, and look, I will consider it ok. Goodnight 
Kevin.

(And we cut to the next scene as both face opposite directions and 
try to get to sleep.)

Ext- outside a local corner shop- day

(Dave's on his phone to a contact while thumbling through his 
wallet. Dave removes some money from his wallet and talks in a 
relaxed manner, not a care in the world.)

Dave (in to phone): Yeah, sure is pure, John is the dawn, you know 
me. 'Course, bring it to you later. Decent. I assure you it's all 
the homemade variety, yeah I'm a player I am. Yeah, Doldrums, never 
heard of it. Oh, that Doldrums, used to go there a bit you know but 
gave it in. No, no it's fine. Bye.

(Dave now walks away from the shop to a nearby bench where another 
contact sits with a breifcase. Dave sits beside him and shows him 
some money.)

Dave: There, quality and much of it.

Contact: Yeah fine, looks fibre, good on it. Here's the stuff. Use 
it wisely and I hope to see you again.

(The 2 swap the suitcase and money before shaking hands. Dave then 
walks away with the case.)

Int- Pete's house/ lounge- day

(Again the 2 of them are watching television. Pete speaks lowly 
because he's depressed while James is more upbeat than usual.)

James: You know, I entered a café today and asked for a flat white, 
and you know what they gave me? A bloody coffe, a bloody coffe they 
gave me.

Pete: Expecting wine then?

James: No, I was expecting a fucking dishwasher, 'course I was 
expecting wine. (Beat) 'Ere, you've not said a bloody word all 
morning, what's your problem?

Pete: What's my bloody problem? The other night my friend informed 
me that a bunch of low lives made a homemade drug and they want to 
wipe out all their competition they do. That means me don't it? (!)

James: Yeah, well you're better off without him you are. 'Ere, I'm 
heading to Sainsburys in a minute, but I need the house tonight so 
are you going out later?

Pete: Yeah, I'm giving a lecture down at the university.

James: Swish. Knock them off their feet you will. 

Pete: Cheers man, but be bloody honest will you. 

James: Ok, you're going to look a right tit you are. That better? 
Thought not, look, everything should go fine. Anyway, look, I'm off 
down the club.

Pete: Spending a lot of time down there, got a bird?

James: Nah, not me. Anyway, see you later, like I said, I got stuff 
to do.

Int- Doldrums café- day

(It is mid afternoon as Dave approaches his contact at a table. Neil 
approaches the 2 men hoping for a sale.)

(The contact is named Craig and is dressed like a shifty bugger, not 
suave or sophisticated, but he looks like he knows his stuff. A 
working class man with a working class accent.)

Neil: Can I help you?

Craig: Not right now pal. Just doing business before we do lunch.

Neil: Go with it, just tell me when you're ready.

(Neil leaves and Craig takes out a suitcase and places it on the 
table. Dave reaches in to his pocket and passes out a fat envelope of 
money.)

Dave: This better come off good 'cause this is me last reddies.

Neil: Relax; just tell 'em it's total raw and you should sell it out.

Dave: Yeah I know, but come on, there's a bloody risk isn't there?

Neil: Well that's your problem 'cause I've done my bit. Look, good 
luck. It was nice doing business with you. 

(Both men take their new pocessions and leave the table. Neil 
sighs.)

Neil: Bloody tarts. Always coming in and not buying a bloody thing, 
they give Silver Bay a bad name they do.

Insert- picking up again

(The sequence shows Dave on various streets and in various bars/ 
cafes handing over suitcases and getting money.)

Dave (narrating): Back on track the only way I knew how. The train 
was back on the rails. I was again a bloody god.

Ext- a street in Silver Bay- day

(Andy is in a bust street. He's on the phone (his mobile again) and 
we again don't know who he's talking to.)

Andy (in to phone): Piss off! Ok, ok, I'll hear you out. Ok, fine, 
be at the park bench at 4. (Beat) Bye. 

(Andy shows little emotion as we cut to the next scene.)

Int- Doldrums café- night

(Dave and Michael approach their table escorted by Neil. Neil places 
a pair of menues and leaves the scene.)

Dave: So when does Andy's movie start?

Michael: 'Bout an hour so he could 'ave come with us if he wanted. 
Still, long time since we hung out like this, just the 2 of us eh?

Dave: 'Course. (Takes out a ciggerette) And remember, 'cause of my 
lucky streak this is on me.

Michael: Yeah I know, but don't get up it about your cash. Istill 
want t' know when I see the money.

Dave: End of the month bruv, that's a square date, set in stone.

Michael: Better bloody be. Look David, I'm bloody curious, how did 
you do it?

Dave: How did I do what?

Michael: You know? How did you manage to pick up the business again?

Dave: That's a secret it is. Look, I'll let you know soon enough. 
Just enjoy yourself; I'm providing Golden Boy with it tonight so I'm 
getting plenty back, and don't worry about the price here, it's 
reassuringly expensive.

(Michael looks unsure as we cut to the next scene.)

Ext- The park- day

(Kevin and Thomas are hanging out as usual. The park is large and is 
full of people. The sort you get in all nice cities. Thomas is on a 
roundabout while Kevin talks to him from the side.)

Thomas: So it seems so bloody flawless you know. Just a few things 
bother me.

Kevin: Yeah, well a lot bothers me to.

Thomas: But you know what? Fuck it, that's just negative it is. 
We've got to think positive here, we're in the epitome of it. 

Kevin: Yeah, you're telling me.

Thomas: And we're going to do things our way. Not another way, but 
our bloody way. Got it?

Kevin: Yeah, our way.

Thomas: Nice. So that's it then, just a prayer and a laugh and we're 
ready for London. I tell you, I was born for this moment. We're 
going far we are and we're going to 'ave such bloody fun.

Int- Doldrums café- night

(At the table. Michael sits alone. He looks around before getting 
out of his chair and going through Daves pockets. Her finds an 
envelope for Golden Boy and opens it. He's surprised by what he 
sees.)

Ext a street in Silver Bay-day

(Thomas and Kevin hanging out again. This time Thomas is outside a 
newsagent. The owner is elderly and Thomas watches him carefully.)

Thomas (to himself): Right, will it be the fucking beast this time?

(Kevin approaches in the background.)

Kevin: Oi Thomas, what youplaying at? Left me at the front all day 
you did.

Thomas: Shut it. I'm formulating a plan. (I've) Been watching that 
guy for a bit and he seems a bit... You know? Old.

Kevin: What? Are you going to knock off this shop or something?

Thomas: Natch. (Beat) Shouldn't be hard, all I 'ave to do is just 
wait till the guys not looking then swipe something. Simple shit.

Int- Doldrums café- night

(Dave sits at the table again and he can tell by Michael's face that 
something's up with him.)

Dave: Bloody nice crapper they got there, music, colour and 
everything. So, what's got up you?

Michael: David, can I ask you an honest question for an honest 
answer?

Dave: Yeah 'course you can.

Michael: Right David, how long has Trash been in needle form?

Dave: What? (Beat) I swear I don't know what you're talking about. 

Michael: David, you left it in your jacket pocket, now answer the 
bloody question. How long has it been in needle form?

Dave: A few days now, but look and listen bruv, it's not Trash.

Michael: What?

Dave: Keep it down you plank, do you want them to call the cops or 
something? It's heroin, genuine heroin. Got it off Scag Craig.

Michael: I don't believe this. Why?

Dave: 'Cause the main boys think it's Trash don't they, it's heroin 
but 'cause I sell it under the Trash name I can charge more can't I? 
The first homemade needle it is.

Michael: David. This is a fucking disgrace it is, why? This is no 
life and this is no way to make money.

Dave: What? Come on, it's made me a packet. It works Michael, and 
let me tell you why it works, cause it's pure. This is a homemade 
business on the verge of local globalisation.

Michael: Local globalisation? There's no such thing. Let me tell you 
this David, this was not in the original deals. Do you expect people 
to inject this in to their arms and smile away? It's not even your 
stuff.

Dave: So?

Michael: So you can kill people. You can rule people's lives; your 
stuff can become an obsession.

Dave: And I become a fucking god, now is that not a good thing?

Michael: Good? No. This is the shit David. The fucking shit! You're 
a sick-minded prat and I can't let you do this. 

Dave: But I don't have to do it for long, I can get the bloody house 
soon.

Michael: Forget the bloody house. Look, I can't let this happen 
David.

Dave: So what? You can't do anything.

Michael: yeah I bloody can. I'm going to evict you from the house 
either legally or illegallyuntil you call it a day. The lease is in 
my name so I have control. 

Dave: That's a bit tight.

Michael: I don't care. Now if you don't give up this then you're out 
tonight. And that's a fucking promise.

(Michael gets up and walks out of the café. Dave gets up to follow 
but Neil stops him.)

Neil: Sir, you've not paid the bill yet.

Dave: Oh shit. Hang on.

(Dave goes through his wallet as we cut to the next scene.)

Ext- the same street as before- day

(We see Kevin and Thomas now getting chased by the clerk. People are 
quickly moving out of the way. This continues until the dynamic duo 
out run the clerk.)

Int- Best brothers house/ lounge- night

(The scene is set in the best brothers lounge. Dave enters slowly 
and the other 2 are on their usual chairs but they have a coffee 
table between them and are playing a game of cards. While Dave talks 
to them they carry on the game.)

Dave: Well... What you guys been doing?

Michael: Watching telly and playing cards, were the telly and cards 
not a bit of a give away?

Dave: No need to get smart. (Beat) Any good shows on? (No response) 
I asked if there was anything good on.

Michael: Yeah, and we're watching it. Listen, I'll cut to the chase, 
(are) you going clean yet? (To Andy) That's Ace in the hole.

Dave: No.

Michael: Well piss off then! (To Andy) It's your shot bruv.

Dave (surprised): What?

Michael: You heard me. (Beat) Piss off now! Andy, what you got?

Andy: Royal flush.

Dave: Taking this a bit far aren't we?

Michael: I thought that would be a bit obvious. No fucking needles 
David. You can't expect to stay here. The house was made out in my 
name so I can do this legally or illegally.

(Michael holds out a lease with his signature at the bottom.)

Michael: I raise you a jack.

Dave: Just stop playing cards and fucking listen to me!

Michael: Jesus Mary and Joseph, what part of piss off don't you 
understand? If you pack yer bags and go now then I'll meet you in 
Stuart's for a final discussion later. Now go.

Dave (lost for words): Well...

Michael: Are you saying you won't leave my house? Are you saying you 
won't leave? (Beat) Cause if you are then I guess I have to report 
you for trespassing and then maybe drugs, us 2 against you, you 
don't stand a chance.

Dave: No... But...

Michael: Well get out. I will be visiting you later down at 
Stuart's. With all your money I can recommend you a hotel for a 
while.

Dave (lost for words): Well... (Quietly) Bye.

Michael: No problem. 

(Dave leaves under Michael's preasure.)

Int- Best brother's house/ lounge- night

(Andy and Michael are having another game of cards. Dave looks at 
the 2 while holding his suitcase.) 

Dave: So why's the phone off the hook?

Michael: Been off all day, it was 'cause I'm expecting a call from 
me boss, the word is their having cuts soon and 'cause off my record 
I reckon I'm first. 

Dave: What can I say? Sorry.

Michael: Well I reckon I'm fired anyway. Look, how long you standing 
there for?

Dave: I'm leaving now. 

Michael: Bye David! See you later at the pub. Oh, but take this.

(Michael hands Dave a small bundle of notes.)

Michael (o/c): That comes from me share of the drugs it does. 

Andy: King and Queen.

(Dave turns to the lounge door looking sad and slowly walks out.)
 
Michael: Oh, and David, is it really a rebellion if there's more 
rebels than soldiers? 

(The front door swings shut.)

Ext- Silver Bay University- night

(Outisde the English block a few students hang around getting drunk 
and getting off with their girlfriends.)

(Dave approaches the blockand watches them and we can't tell what he 
feels by looking at the group. Dave then turns and heads in through 
the double doors.)

Int- University lecture room- night

(The room is small and full of chairs. Pete is on a stage at a 
podium about to speak to the group but still in a relaxed mood while 
watching his audience enter.)

(Dave enters the room and Pete notices him. Pete swallows before 
getting up to deliver his speech.)

Pete: People, this is supposed to be a think piece on bulimia, but 
if you don't mind I would like to talk off my own personal 
experience on drug culture.

(The audience say very little so they're favourable of this change.)

Pete: People, drugs are a multi billion pound empire, drugs are 
evrywhere. Everywhere that is including our own town. But recently a 
certain kind of drug has taken over our community. I'm talking about 
homemade drugs to smoke.

(The audience whisper to each other.)

Pete: Now, I'm not pointing the finger or nothing, but did anyone 
who made these hideous contraptions actually find out what they do 
to people's bodies? Did anyone check that? No, for all you know this 
could be a new heroin under our very noses, and what have the cops 
done about it, damn all that's what!

(Dave stops looking at Pete now.)

Pete: They made the first batch illegal and next year a law against 
homemade drugs is being added to the charter 'cause the leaders were 
to incompetant to do it first time. Well so what? Does that stop it 
from happening? 'Course not.

(We cut to the next scene.)

Int- Silver Bar- night

(Dave is sitting in front of Stuart who is barely paying any 
attention to him, in the background. A lot of people are around 
including Jim who's clearing some tables.)

Dave: And he then just went on for an hour about the consiquences of 
homemade drugs. 

Stuart: Yeah, yeah, that's all very interesting but I have a 
business to run. 

Dave: Fine.

(Jim approaches the bar. Dave tries to stop him but he carries on 
totally ignoring him.)

Int- the Best brother's house/ hall- night

(Michael opens the door to a delivery by carrying some bags. Michael 
doesn't even give him a second look; he just takes the bags and 
closes the door.)

Michael: Bloody typical! She wasn't here this time either!

Andy: Nasty that is. Here, you bringing Dave that stuff now or what?

Michael: 'Course not, he'll come crawling back and we'll all 'ave 
it. 

Andy: I reckon you're right about that. Oh well, I'll put the dinner 
on.

Michael: Yeah, go for it, I'm hitting the shower.

Ext- Outside the corner shop- night

(Kevin and Thomas are outside the corner shop that Michael was in 
earlier. As usual Thomas has a lot of energy and is jumping a bit.)

Thomas: We're so prepared for the city. All I want to do I get there 
and get my dick jammed in to some hole. (Beat) But seriously, we 
need a good place to stay and I expect the hostels will take in 
people like us at good rates. Round here the going rates are a bit 
steep. Know what I mean?

Kevin: Yeah, but how can we afford a hostel?

Thomas: Cause we're seeking our fortunes aren't we you dozy twat? 
Once we got a bit of dough then we can stay anywhere we want.

Kevin: Nice theory. But Thomas, I reckon you're letting your 
imagination go a bit wild now.

Thomas: Screw that. No matter how we do it should be better than 
here 'cause it's us that's doing it innit? I hate this city so much. 
There's just not enough sexy puss puss to go round.

Kevin: Thomas, snap out of it and take things seriously for once!

(Kevin hits Thomas and Thomas stops jumping and the 2 sit on the 
step leading up to the shop.)

Kevin: I though we were going because you can't stand life here, not 
just for sex. Is that really all you want to go for? Sex?

Thomas: No, ok, I'm sorry, I'm just excited about leaving this dump. 
I never have to come back here again and I never 'ave to do anything 
I don't want to do again unless it involves making money.

Kevin: That's the spirit. Just 'cause we don't have much academic 
education it doesn't mean we can't do something for ourselves. 

Thomas: 'Course, this is a revolution I tell you. Fucking 
revolution.

(We cut to the next scene.)

Int- the Best brother's house/ kitchen- night

(Andy's cooking some pasta while talking on his mobile. The 
telephone from the hall rings and he looks in the pan before 
noticing the water's boiling.)

Andy (in to the phone): Yeah, sure, I'm doing it. I think he's in 
the pub but believe me, it's all over, nothing more can come of 
Trash, you're all clear. Look, I've got to go, talk to you later.

(Andy puts down his mobile and heads in to the hall.)

Int- the Best brother's house/ hall- night

(Michael leaves the bathroom with a towel round his waist. He dries 
his hands on the towel as he goes to the phone.)

Michael: Hurry up you git! It was you who wanted the phone put back 
on 'cause you were expecting a call so you can bloody well pick it 
up.

Andy: Shut it! I'm making your bloody tea and then I'm off and out!

(Andy enters the hall and picks up the phone and we intercut between 
Pete and him.)

Andy: Hello. 

Pete: Hello it's Peter, is David in yet?

Andy: No he's not; can I take a message?

Michael (o/c): Who's that on the phone?

Andy: It's Peter for Dave.

Michael: Well leave him on then, leave 'im on.

Andy: What the hell are you doing in 'ere anyway?

Michael: Well it may be my bird for me eh?

(Andy hands Michael the phone before leaving to the kitchen.)

Michael: Right Peter, look, it's about Dave. I've not seen you guys 
hanging 'bout or nothing recently, just wondering if there's 
something up or anything.

Pete: No, everything's fine.

Michael: Yeah right, look, I know there's something up, now how 
about singing 'cause if David's pissed anyone else off then I need 
to know about it.

(We cut to the next scene.)

Int- The Swing Thing/ backroom- night

(Danish and his boys (a gropu of shady gangsters) are at the table 
and by the looks of it this is in the middle of a large discussion.)

Danish (mid sentence): If that's the case then pay the wife a visit. 
Anyone else got any other points to raise here? Anyone else got 
something to discuss.

Shady guy 1: Yes, it's about our merchandise sales. They've gone 
shit down 'cause of the new Trash neeedle.

Danish: The Trash needle. Fucking clowns, I can't believe that git. 
Andrew never told me about that. He said it was all over! I tell you 
what; you bring me Andrew Best right now. That prick's not stealing 
our customers.

Shady guy 2: You want Andrew Best.

Danish: Yes I do, get him here in 20 minutes. If my receptionist 
won't give you the phone slap her 'cause this is fucking urgent.

Int- Silver Bar- night

(Dave sits alone on a bar stool, a man enters in baggy attire and 
sits next to him, this is Golden Boy. Just by looking at Golden Boy 
we can tell he does a lot of drugs, the sort you find around dodgy 
street corners dealing to children. Stuart approaches Golden Boy.)

Stuart: Can I help you?

Golden Boy: 'Course, get me a bottle of Calsberg and a pack of ready 
salted.

(Stuart heads off while Golden Boy slams down some money before 
turning to Dave.)

Golden Boy: Right then Dave you champion fucker? 'Ere my son, you 
got any poppers on you?

Dave: Yeah look, I decided to drop out of the game tonight. No more 
for the night, I'm over and out.

Golden Boy: What? But come on, I'm yer best customer.

Dave: Well I'm sorry but I'm just not in the mood tonight. Look, I 
either 'ave no business or no house.

Golden Boy: What about that London house?

Dave: Man, there never was a London house, it was just a hope wasn't 
it. I guess this whole thing's just morally wrong anyway.

Golden Boy: I'll tell you what's morally fucking wrong! Not giving 
me my drop, that's morally wrong.

Dave: Yeah, well that's beside the point. I reckon this is the end 
'cause if I continue I 'ave no house and I don't want to hang out at 
a dirty b and b.

Golden Boy: Well I don't give a fuck! I just want some!

Dave: Look, I can't. Also, I bet that Danish fucker's after me by 
now.

Golden Boy: Fucking pussy. I want to inject now you fuck. Fucking 
pusssy! You not got any of it on you?

Dave: No I've bloody not, I'm sold out and I 'aven't got the stuff 
to get more, besides, like I siad it's over.

Golden Boy: Well up your's, you selfish twat.

Dave: What? Fuck you pal! I don't need this from you. Oh and by the 
way, that shit wasn't mine, it was just fucking heroin. Wake up!

(Golden Boy hooks Dave before leaving the pub. Stuart tries to stop 
him on the way before giving up.)

Dave (narrating): He had been using me all that time, he'd used me 
for my drugs and he'd been using me for it all. So much for 
friendship, not even a proper goodbye. That was it; that was the 
bloody climax.

(We cut to the next scene.) 

Int- The Swing Thing/ backroom- night

(Andy's held against a table by a pair of gangsters and Danish walks 
over him holding a pistol.)

Andy: I swear to you I didn't know. It was a total accident.

Danish: Yeah, well look that prat's stealing my contacts and I need 
them for my trade. Now trade's down so I've got a job for you.
 
Andy: No, you see...

Danish: You don't say a fucking word. You lied to me and he's 
fucking me about, so it's your life or his. Now tell me where I can 
find David or you won't be able to decide.

Andy: It's a little pub round the estate. But don't hurt him or...

Danish: Look you. This is your bloody fault. Now I don't care what 
you want, just give me directions to the pub now!

Ext- the road to London

(Thomas looks at the Welcome To Silver Bay sign as Kevin ties his 
laces in the background. Thomas smiles to himself.)

Thomas: 'Ere Kev, pass us the paint I chored up.

(Kevin passes Thomas a can of paint we are lead to presume they 
stole earlier.)

Thomas: It's 'bout time I used it, government are going to have a 
right shit fit.

(Cut to the next scene.)

Int- Silver Bar- night

(Dave's asleep at a table near the door and Michael enters and 
approaches Stuart at the bar.)

Michael: How long has the boy been out for?

Stuart: 'Bout 20 minutes or so, he's not drunk or nothing, been sin 
alcohol most of the night, he just began to rest and he eventually 
dropped.

(Michael approaches the table and thumps it waking Dave up. Michael 
then turns to go.)

Dave: Wait up! 

Michael: What the hell is it now?

Dave: No need to dump these, I'm coming home.

Michael: No you're not. Do you know who called up looking for you?

Dave: 'Course not you bloody tart. Who?

Michael: Peter, and he said you tried to bloody well blame him for 
all this!

Dave: Well it wasn't bloody like that. You know it's not like that.

Michael: Never is with you is it David? Now you can bloody stay out 
here 'cause unless I see proof you've changed then I don't give a 
shit what you do.

Dave: You knew I said he was the boss.

Michael: You said you'd shifted the blame didn't you? 

Dave: Yeah... But you were involved to.

Michael: Back then I trusted you David, you said it yourself David, 
the cops are the real baddies in all this 'cause they deprive people 
off what they want. That's bloody right is is! 

Dave: But Mike...

Michael: But heroin is something totally different, it's just a 
chance for you to play god. And you can't blame someone else for 
that. This is no longer hamrless fun.

Dave: Listen to me.

Michael: And families aren't meant to fall apart over it! And don't 
give me emotional blackmail or nothing about being my brother, cause 
it won't work!

(Michael leaves the bar and Dave sighs a long sigh.)

Ext- the road to London/ the bottom- night

(Thomas and Kevin are on the outskirts of the town. A roadsign 
stands infront of them with London a few miles off. Thomas looks 
very tired and Kevin's not much better. The rain pours down upon 
them furiously.)

Kevin: Ok, where 'bout do we go in London?

Thomas: I don't bloody know! What am I? A fucking tour guide? 

Kevin: No need to take it so badly man, I was just asking. 

Thomas: Yeah? Well the only thing I know is that this is our break.

Kevin: I'm not saying it won't happen, but don't set your poles to 
high.

Thomas: Bloody hell, you're "mr Doom" today you are. Bloody hell 
man, right heap of depression. 

Kevin: Yeah, sorry.

Thomas: Listen, Kevin, I just want to say something. (Beat) Thank 
you.

Kevin: Honestly, it's nothing.

Thomas: No, it is something. It's loyalty and trust Kevin, and to be 
honest I don't know how long we're going to last out there, but I'm 
glad we're doing it together. Come here man.

(Kevin and Thomas share a long hug before they look together at the 
setting sun and begin down the long road to London.)

Thomas: Just look at it, bloody great sight it is, but it's so much 
more, it's oppurtunity, it's destiny, it's better times.

(Thomas is ahead of Kevin but this time it's Thomas that carries the 
quilt. Thomas shouts his next few lines as we fade out.)

Thomas: So let it be! We're off to London. Goodbye town and thanks 
for the few fond memories! 

Kevin: Yeah, a fucking beauty London is.

Thomas: Oh we're going to have such fun Kevin, we are. We're going 
to shine; I just fucking know it! This it is Kevin!

(We cut to the next scene.)

Ext- outside the café- night

(This is outside the café that Andy and Danish previosuly made their 
deal and murder in. The café's now got few people in it and the 
waiters look very bored. Michael looms at an outside menu before 
walking in.)

Int- the café- night

(Michael's the only person in line at the café. Elsewhere in the 
café sit a few elderly couples and Stacey who sits with a middle-
aged man. A lady greets him and Michael hesitates before making his 
order.)

Michael: Just get me a tea and choclate muffin.

Lady: Just a minute sir. Perhaps you would like to find a table.

Michael: Yeah sure.

(Michael turns to take a table and on his way to the chair he 
notices Stacey and the middle aged man drinking together.) 

Int- Silver Bar- night

(Dave's at the table again looking down in to his pint. In the 
background Jim serves Martin while Stuart carries around some 
barrels. Pete now enters the bar and sits next to Dave who's looking 
in to his glass. Dave doesn't notice him until he speaks giving him 
a shock.)

Pete: Hello David.

Dave: Bloody hell! Don't bloody do that, scared the shit out of me 
you did.

Pete: Listen, I should know, who wants a bit of me? No sugar 
coating, just tell me.

Dave: Nobody, no longer, they think they had you. 

Pete: Explain.

Dave: They thought I was you.

Pete: Really? Well some bloody justace has been done! If I had my 
bloody way I'd have you shit canned time and again.

Dave: Do you mind? Bloody lay off a bit, I tell you, it's over it 
is. Trash is no more.

Pete: Normally David, I'd give you the benefit of the doupt. But not 
this time, not after what you bloody did. Go on and waste your 
bloody life.

Dave: I said it's over...

Pete: No it's not! Now go and sell your stock and see if I give a 
shit 'cause I'm beyond it David, I'm beyond giving that shit for 
you.

(Pete leaves and Dave hangs his head in shame totally regretting 
what he's done to people but trying to tell himself it's still ok.)

(Martin waits at the bar and shows a face of impatiance. Jim clearly 
feels threatened but can't show it.)

Martin: Bloody hell, what's yours, this drink's taken 2 minutes or 
so, I didn't ask for any of that Irish shit.

Jim: Look, you watch it pal, I've got other customers to serve 
first. And it takes time for the perfect pint.

Martin: I don't want the perfect pint, I just want a fucking drink.

(Martin grabs someone elses drink and splashes it over Jim. Jim 
turns round in anger.)

Jim: Get out!

Martin: You going to make me? (Beat) Thought not. Now hurry up with 
that drink.

(We cut to the next scene.) 

Int- the café- night

(Michael now has his tea and muffin. He seems more intrested though 
in Stacey and the middle aged man though. Michael leaves some coins 
beside the bill and gets out of his chair and approaches the tabel.)

Stacey: Thanks for a lovely evening.

Middle aged man: It's ok; you know it was no trouble doing this for 
you.

(Michael reaches the table and as Stacey notices him Michael chucks 
his cup of tea all over her drenching her.)

Michael: And you, you old git, you can take her!

Stacey: But David...

Michael: I guess it means nothing to you now, but it's really 
Michael. 
Stacey: It's not what you think.

Dave: 'Course it is, how else could it be? This stupid old pervert's 
the guy you want isn't he?

Stacey: No, you don't understand... This man's my dad and he's 
congradulating me on getting a new job.

Michael: A new job? 

Stacey: 'Course, you came in on me last day and I tried to tell you 
that but you wouldn't have any of it. I tried to get through to you 
by phone but you were engaged all day.

Michael: Well... Shit! Congratulations I guess. (Beat) Just so I know, 
my chances with you are over then right?

Stacey: What the hell do you think? You lied about your name, 
covered me in tea and called me old man a stupid old pervert.

Michael: Sorry. 'Ere let me pay. (Beat) Ok, bye, good luck in the 
future.

(Michael now leaves the bar slowly and Stacey watches before turning 
her attention to her dad.)

(We cut to the next scene.)

Int - Silver Bar- night

(Jim sadly stands behind the bar looking about the pub. Martin 
passes by after Jim's small speech.)

Jim (to himself): What is it about me? I think my misery's overly 
noticeable now. Everyone who walks past gives me some stick.

Martin: Cheer up you miserable cunt. (Beat) Look, sorry 'bout 
earlier, have a drink on me. Look, you haven't seen me son around 
have you? Still not come home yet from the other night.

Jim: Hell no I've 'aven't seen him, but if he's run away then good 
on him!

(Martin's mobile phone rings. Martin then takes a sorry looking 
phone from his pocket and speaks in to it.)

Martin: Yeah, hi. What? Where? You sure? Ok, thanks a shit load! 
Yeah, bye Steve, I owe you a good pint! I should be there soon, 
thanks again. Bye.

(Martin puts the phone away and smiles at Jim.)

Martin: Well my boy has just been seen so fuck you! Miserable prick!

(As Martin runs out the pub Jeff approaches Jim.)

Jeff: Right Jim. Want a chinky after you've knocked off?

Jim: (I'll) See what I can do. So got a job yet?

Jeff: No, well sort of, let me tell you I met a bird the other day 
at the job centre. She came home with me.

Insert- fucking

(A quick sex scene from a movie camera. Both Jeff and his bird are 
very much getting in to eachother.)

Jeff (v/o): She fucked like a champion I tell you. It was good, 
believe me it was bloody good.

End insert

Jim: I don't know what to say.

Jeff: Great eh? Anyway, I'm pimping her for a bit, that way the pair 
of us can get a bit of it. 

Jim: What's her name?

Jeff: Her name's Janet.

Jim: Is she not that's Peter's bird?

Jeff: That's the thing, she is but I don't care. It's strictly 
professional for us now. Bloody amazed Peter didn't know she was on 
the dole though. I thought he had GCSEs.

Jim: Well god luck pimping a mate's bird. (Beat) 'Ere, how longs 
David been in for?

Jim: 'Bloody ages, I don't know what's going on, (it) looks like 
he's having a bloody trial down 'ere or something.

Jeff: Yeah? Well look, I'm out of here, got sme punters to pull in. 
Call me later for a chink right. 

Jim: Yeah sure, bye.

(Dave sits at a table drinking a lager nice and slowly. In his eyes 
we see no pride, he's a man that's admitted defeat.)

(Danish enters the pub and approaches Stuart at the bar.)

Danish: 'Scuse me guv, a man named Best come here a lot, first name 
David.

Stuart: Yeah, that's him there. (Indicates Dave.) Try and get him to 
leave will you, he's been 'ere bloody ages.

Danish: Don't worry; he should be out in a minute.

(Dave carries on drinking and slowly while Danish approaches and 
sits at the table with him. Dave is instantly scared of Danish 
because of their previous scene.)

Danish: Hello there mr Best.

Dave: God it's a bloody judgement the night innit?

Danish: Something like that. Let me guess David, you but I'm about 
to kill you don't you.

Dave: Yeah, something like that.

Danish: Well I'm not.

Dave: Oh... That's good I guess.

Danish: Innit just? I won't kill you 'cause I know you're going to 
be on the deck come dawn. That's right; by dawn you're going to be a 
fucking heap.

Dave: Listen you, I don't do drugs any more; you've got nothing on 
me. Do you want money? Do you want credit? What do you want?

Danish: Nothing you can give me can intrest me. All I want is my 
latest opponent dead as all those that came before him.

Dave: Can we just negotiate? (!)

Danish: We're past negotiation Best. But because I respect your 
ability to rise from nothing I will give you a sporting chance. 
You've got until midnight beforeI send out the forces. That's half 
an hour before we hit your home. However, the stations and by passes 
are covered.

Dave: But it's over from me.

Danish: I don't care. You've got until midnight. I've learnt never 
to trust a Best, especially not you. Besides, I got a reputation to 
live up to. I don't normally even make publice appearances. 

Dave: But I won't damage your reputation.

Danish: You already have and to fix it I 'ave to get you killed or 
make you flee. Goodnight David. Just remember that the rest of your 
life rests on the next half hour. 

Dave: But...

Danish: Get caught and you're gunned, in half an hour we're going 
after your house so I hope for their sakes your brother can run.

(Danish gets up to leave and Dave does so too. Once they're both up 
Dave quickly runs out the pub.)

(We cut to the next scene.)

Insert- montage

(This is a quick montage showing Dave's journey home and his journey 
out again. It's done as follows:

1) Dave quickly runs to his house pushing through random people.

2) Dave's outside the house door. He throws himself at it until it 
eventually breaks open.

3) Dave runs through the hall and in to his room where his bag's 
lying. Dave takes various things and rams them in before running out 
the room.

4) Dave pens down a message warning the other's to leave immediately 
before drinking a shot of vodka before running out the door with his 
bags.)

End insert

Ext- outside Silver Bar- night

(Dave's runs through the rain struggling to carry his bag. As he 
passes the bar Dave drops the bag and takes out his mobile. Dave 
dials in a number and we hear Michael's answering machine going 
off.)

Dave: Fuck! Mike! Meet me at the alley opposite the pub immediately. 
We're going on the road to London. I don't know we're going to do 
until then, but don't fucking go home! It's a long bloody story.

(Dave hangs up before calling another number.)

Ext- outside The Swing Thing- night

(Andy's leans against the wall beside the bouncer who seems to be 
having the time off his life by chucking people out. They finish a 
conversation as Andy's phone rings.)

Andy: Hello, Andy Best.

Dave: Hello Andy, it's me. Meet me at the alley opposite the pub a 
bit lively, and don't 'ang about too much or you're going to croak 
it. 

Andy: Ok ok! 5 minutes or so in the alley opposite the pub! Got it. 
Just explain a little detail to me. Who the fuck might shoot me? (!)

Dave: No time to explain! Just fucking be there and then!

(Both brothers hang up and Andy waves to some people o/c.)

Andy: Right boys, the duck's sitting. He's heading to that alley 
opposite the anaesthetic house. Now come on. 

(Thug 1 and Thug 2 approach. Thug 1 from earlier has been replaced 
by a new guy, but we can't see his face 'cause he has a balloclava 
on. We also can't properly recognise his voice 'cause of the 
balloclava.)

Thug 1: Hello Andrew. Danish sent me, I guess I volunteered, I mean 
no offence to you, but I seriously do want your brother dead. 
Anyway, it's an honour to meet you.

Andy: Who are you anyway?
Thug 1: Doesn't matter who I am. Lets just say I'm going to enjoy 
this.

Ext- the road to London- night

(Kevin and Thomas slowly walk on the grass beside the road. Both are 
struggling to keep awake as the cars pass they try to hitchhike.)

Thomas: Well, it looks like we've still got a long bloody walk.

Kevin: Innit just?

Thomas: Is this really a new start Kevin? Or are we just going to 
get in and die there? The chances aren't great, but I still can't 
bloody wait to challenge them. 

Kevin: Yeah, 'course.

(And with that the 2 friends walk carry on down the road 
occasionally stopping to stop a car but never managing. All of a 
sudden a car pulls up beside them. Thomas rushes to the door but 
it's Martin sitting at the wheel.)

Martin: Hello son. My mate Steve saw you on his way back from work. 
Where the hell do you think you're going? London? Piss off, you're 
coming home now!

(Martin quickly gets out the car while Kevin and Thomas try to run 
away from him. Martin runs faster and grabs Thomas by the back of 
his jumper and heads towards the car with him. We see from the view 
of Thomas as the city in the distance gets further and further away 
and Thomas then tries to stop his dad, as does Kevin.)

Thomas: Get the fuck off me!

(Martin pushes Thomas against the car and shoves Kevin away. He 
shouts various things at Thomas as he tries to shove him in the door 
and we cut to the next scene.)

Ext- dark alley - night

(The rain pours down as Dave waits for Andy at the alley opposite 
the pub where he was previously attacked. Dave seems paranoid and 
looks left, right and centre. Eventually Dave spots who he thinks is 
Andy and begins walking down the alley to meet him still carrying 
his bag and still getting soaked.)

Dave (narrating): No sign of Michael but Andy arrived strangely 
quickly. He had a group with him, but that didn't bother me at the 
time.

(Dave runs down the alley towards who he thinks his Andy, but he 
stops when a gang come in to view behind the figure. He can hardly 
make them out, but it's the thugs from earlier. Dave stops to see if 
it's them and the thugs take the opportunity to run past Andy 
towards him. Andy shouts to Dave from behind.)

Andy: Run David.

(Dave turns to run but they're to fast and they grab him before 
kicking him in the stomach and flooring him before Thug 1 turns and 
shoots at Andy just missinghis foot.)

Thug 2: You watch it 'cause next time his aim improves you little 
shit.

Dave: Oi, oi guys, Trash is over, you got it your way, you have 
nothing on me.

Thug 2: Not the way we see it. 

(Thugs 1 and 2 help Dave up before throwing him against the wall 
again. The thugs then kick him a few times before turning their 
backs on him for the following dialogue.) 

Thug 1: Tell me mr Best; do you know what a "silver smile" is?

Dave: Yes. (Beat) Please don't.

Thug 2: Look, you're getting it so don't move and it's going to hurt 
less.

(Thugs 1 and 2 hold him in place and thug 3 takes a small blade from 
his pocket. He holds the blade on the left of Dave's bottom lip and 
across his mouth with a ripping noise.)

Thug 2: Cheer up David. Why the long face?

(The knifes now placed on the right of Dave's top lip and we hear 
another rip of the blade across his face. Andy covers his eys in the 
background.)

(There's a cut from the left to the right on Dave's face and then 
top right to top right on his lips. The cuts resemble a bloody pair 
of lips in a smile formation. After the ordeal the thugs kick him 
again and Dave's left in a heap.)

(Andy now approaches and for the first time we can properly 
recognise the figure as him. Dave's against the wall bleeding before 
2 shots from a gun go off and Dave slides down the wall clutching 
his knees. Andy is urged to move in and showing little emotion he 
approaches his brother and kicks him across the face causing him to 
bleed more.)

Dave (slowly in agony): You bastards. What the fuck's going on.

Thug 2: What's going on, simple, you're brother's going to floor you 
to save his own life. 

(Andy gets shoved towards Dave. After a beat Andy swallows before 
pointing the pistold at Dave.)

Andy: Now David, in a way this is for your benefit.

Dave: What the fuck are you doing?

Andy: Euthenasia David, people like you shouldn't live. It's a 
wasted life for you, for me, for everyone. 

Dave: Don't you try it!

(Andy just can't find it in him to shoot David and as he backs off 
Thug 2 shoots him in the head. Thug 1 then shoots Dave.)

Insert- Nasty stuff

(We intercut between Thomas being pushed in the car and Dave 
suffering. We get a lot of shots here to show how angry Kevin and 
Thomas are and how much pain Dave's in.)

(We end with Martin pushing Kevin over, kicking him and then 
stopping Thomas from escaping the car before starting the car and 
driving away from Kevin who chases the car down the road before 
running out of breath.)

End insert

(Dave's on the ground while Thug 2 looks down at Andy who's 
struggling to live.)

Thug 2: A member of our family? Yeah right mate, after all those 
years we finally got a packet out of you and now you've done us a 
job, very loyal you are, but no space for half witted pussies like 
you.

(The thugs leave the alley after making sure Andy is dead and Daves 
dying.)

Thug 2 (o/c): Andy's share gets split 50 and 50 ok, I don't want any 
more trouble. Lets just go back to Danish and call it a day.

Dave (narrating): So this is what Danish meant by "I've learnt never 
to trust a Best." The bastard Andrew's been going behind my back. He 
knew I would call Andrew's mobile and arraneg my own murder. Sneeky 
bastard.

(Thug 1 shoots thug 2 all of a sudden. This is totally unexpected. 
Thug 1 then leaves the alley and the 3 people dying.)

(Dave bows his head and then tries to get back up. He can't manage. 
Dave looks to see who was shot out of curiosity before losing all 
his strength.)

Ext- the road to London- night

(We see Kevin standing by the road still trying to thumb a lift, but 
he's aiming for the cars heading in to Silver Bay. The drivers give 
no reaction. Kevin sighs before looking to the ground. Kevin then 
lets himself drop in to a heap.)

(Kevin remains still before Tim and Emily (the cocaine addicts) 
enter the background behind him (facing the road.) They then sit 
next to Kevin and the 3 of them sit silently at first before Tim 
breaks the silence.)

Tim: Bad day?

Kevin: 'Course. Aren't they all?

Emily: 'Course. So what you doing here anyhow?

Kevin: Thomas and me were heading off to London; guess that's over.

Tim: Yeah, well it's tough world. (Beat) We're just heading down 
London to, stay in a hostel there, know what I mean? Better than 
that fucking awful town anyway, got a lot to answer for it does.

(The 3 of them stand and look at Silver Bay from the distance. All 
of them have a look of regret on their faces.)

Kevin: I really don't want to go back, but I have to see Thomas 
again. 

Emily: You corny bugger. Come with us. I'm sure you and Thomas will 
catch up some time in the future. Ignorant twats like him come a 
dozen a penny.

Kevin: Sorry, but I want to be with Thomas when he makes it, and I 
want to make it there with him. Ignorant twat? You sound like a pair 
off as holes.
Tim: We are a pair of assholes. See you later, have fun back home.

(The 3 share a final glance before Kevin turns his back from them 
and walks towards Silver Bay. Tim and Emily watch him go and then 
they begin their long walk to London. We get the feeling of loss 
both parties have despite their very brief and negative time 
together.)

Insert- rich end murder.

(A figure -who we are unable to see the face off- walks in to the 
distance leaving an unidentifiable body behind. The sequence shows 
various shots of his journey in to The Swing Thing. The figure gets 
his money before reaching his house (which is mostly unseen) and 
removes his mask (yes it's Thug 1) before entering. The thug is then 
revealed to be James.)

Pete (o/c): Right James.

James: Right man?

End insert

Ext- Road to London

(Just a nice quick shot of the defaced Welcome To Silver Bay sign. 
The words have been changed and the sign reads Welcome To The Jungle 
You Fucks!)

Insert- the bitter ends

(The following is shown:

. Dave lies against the wall dying.

. Jeff and Jim are at a Chinese resteraunt with Janet, another man 
comes over and an argument starts between him and Jeff and ends on 
Jeff being hooked, yes, she really is quite a whore isn't she?

. Michael runs down to the alley but Dave's not there waiting for 
him. He stands around before punching a number is on his mobile.

. Stuart finally closes the pub.

Ext- dark alley- night

(We're with Dave and this is as the story started, he's in the alley 
bleeding and against the wall e.t.c.)

Dave (narrating): So there I am, the former king of the underworld 
after being smacked, cracked and bushwhacked, thrown in the gutter 
then left to die in the cold wind like so many of us. Anyway, I 
guess now you know the story and you know the man behind it. (Beat) 
Man it's cold out here and now I'm getting strangely tried. I think 
I'll just lay my head down and sleep for a while; when I wake up 
it's just another day, it's always just another day innit?

(We zoom out and we hear Dave's mobile ringing. Dave can't answer it 
and flops over, he lies flat and slowly we fade out.)

                                                The End

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