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FADE IN: EXT. BAR - NIGHT A large white building sits at the corner of a quiet stretch of road. The sign, swaying in the wind on the side of the building proclaims that this is THE VICTORIA PUB. MUFFLED JAZZ MUSIC can be heard from inside the pub followed by the sound of LAUGHTER. A silver SEAT IBIZA pulls up off the road and onto the pavement. The passenger door opens and out steps LAURA GOLDEN, a twenty-something attractive blonde dressed, all in black, for work. LAURA (to driver) Thanks Dad. Sitting at the driver's seat is DAN GOLDEN, a portly looking man in his late forties. He leans over to talk to Laura through the passenger door. DAN Are you sure you don't need picked up tonight? LAURA No. I'll be fine. I'm going to Andrew's after work. DAN Well, you be careful. He fishes into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He hands her a ten pound note. DAN Since your finishing late why don't you get a taxi across instead of the bus. Just don't tell your mother that I gave you this. He winks at her. LAURA I'll be okay, Dad. The bus stop is just down there and... DAN Please, Laura. Do it for me. For my piece of mind. Laura reluctantly sighs and takes the money. LAURA Okay. See you tomorrow. Laura closes the car door and waves as he drives off. She stuffs the money into her pocket and heads into the pub. CUT TO: INT. BAR - NIGHT The pub is fairly busy. The old world decor gives it a warm, friendly feeling as soon as you walk through the door. Sitting in the far corner of the bar are a group of ROWDY DRUNKS. They are all dressed in suits and are drinking champagne. Laura is now behind the bar serving drinks. Serving with her is DEAN TRUSS, early twenties, with messy blonde hair. He is busy serving a thirty-something couple. Sitting at the bar are two men. One is mid-twenties with brown greasy hair, glasses, and seems very nervous and aware of his surroundings. He is wearing a white shirt and a loose tie hangs around his neck. We'll call him VICTOR. Sitting next to him on the bar stool is a swaying drunk man, KEN, forty-five, looking dirt faced and in need of a shave but otherwise well kept. He dangles an empty pint glass in front of his face. KEN Laura. When you ready. Laura looks over an sighs. She reaches under the counter, pulls out a clean, empty glass and begins to pour him a fresh beer. Dean passes behind her, whispering: DEAN You think he'd know when he's had enough. Laura laughs and continues to pour. She finishes and puts the pint down in front of Ken. KEN You know. When I was your age I had a string of women on my arm. All kinds too, I had blacks, yellows, at one time I had a whole fucking rainbow on my arm. LAURA I'm sure you did. KEN Those were the days. Ken looks over to Victor, who has his head down, trying to avoid eye contact. KEN The days when woman knew there place... Ken continues to go on. Laura turns ignoring the rant. DEAN So. You got tickets to see Panic yet? LAURA Hm. Sort of. Andrew has two but I can't get the night off work and I was going to... Dean rolls his eyes. DEAN ...ask if I would cover your shift for you? Laura gives him the puppy dogs and a begging smile. LAURA Please. I'd be your best friend. Dean gives her a sarcastic look of thought. DEAN (sarcastic) Hmmm. Work another shift here. Or stay at home and watch QVC? Well It's a tough one. (beat) Yeah. I'll work for you. LAURA Oh thank you. Your the best. She gives him a hug. We see on his face that he cares for her a little more than a friend. DEAN Don't mention it. Just remember. You owe me one. Laura moves to the end of the bar and picks up an empty waitress tray. LAURA Don't worry. I won't. Dean watches as she collects glasses and wipes down tables. LAURA Collects a couple of glasses off a table near the group of DRUNK GUYS. One of the guys notices Laura. DRUNK GUY Hey! Hey sweetheart. Why don't you come over here and sit with us. Laura glances over and then gets back to her work. DRUNK GUY Hey. I was fucking talking to you. Laura walks past, ignoring the comment. DRUNK GUY Fucking bitch. He turns back to his friends and continues drinking. THE BAR Laura puts the tray, now full of glasses, down and moves behind the bar. Dean approaches. DEAN You okay? I saw that guy... LAURA It takes a lot more than some drunk asshole calling me a fucking bitch to get to me. Dean places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. DEAN Well if they give you anymore trouble let me know. Okay. LAURA I'll be fine. Stop worrying. Laura picks up the glasses and begins to wash them. THE GROUP OF GUYS The drunk guy gets to his feet and staggers across to the bar. Dean goes to serve him but Laura steps in front of him. LAURA (to Dean) I've got it. Laura puts on a big fake smile and goes to serve the guy. DRUNK GUY (drunk) Well if it isn't the girl of my dreams. LAURA (smiling) What can I get you? DRUNK GUY Your phone number would be a good start. Laura laughs, embarrassed. DRUNK GUY Well are you going to give me your number or what? LAURA I'm sorry I can't. I have a boyfriend. The drunk guy leans across the bar. DRUNK GUY I bet that's never stopped a girl like you before. Laura gives him a polite smile. LAURA Do you want a drink or are you just a full time creep?*** The drunk guy laughs. DRUNK GUY You know you want some. And with that he turns and staggers back to the group. LAURA What a tool. She turns to walk to the other side of the bar. Dean is waiting, with a look of concern on his face. Before he can open his mouth Laura says-- LAURA I'm okay Dean. Will you stop worrying. CUT TO: INT. BAR - LATER Time has passed. Laura is wiping down the front of the bar. Ken has gone and Victor still sits supping his drink. A young couple get up and leave the bar. YOUNG FEMALE (to Laura) See you later, Laura. Thanks. LAURA No problem. Bye. The drunk guy stands up. DRUNK GUY (shouting) Laura. Laura. Laura turns. LAURA What? DRUNK GUY That's a really pretty name, Laura. Just like you. LAURA Thank you, but... DRUNK GUY I'm still waiting for your number Laura. You don't want to disappoint me, do you? Laura turns and heads back to the bar. DRUNK GUY (calling after her) Don't fight it baby. All women give in. One way or another. The group laugh and he sits down joining in. Laura walks behind the bar. LAURA (to Dean) That guy is a total asshole. DEAN (protective) What's he said now? LAURA Oh the usual. You know, "no girl can resist", "all women give in one way or another". Nothing I haven't heard before. Dean shakes his head in frustration. DEAN You want me to say something? LAURA No. I'm probably making a bigger deal out of it than it is. Dean considers this for a moment. DEAN Well why don't you knock off now? It's nearly ten and your only on till ten-thirty. I'm sure I can handle half an hour longer without you. LAURA Are you sure? DEAN Yeah. LAURA Thank you. She gives him another hug. DEAN Now go on before I change my mind. And off she goes into the back. Dean glances over at the guys who are busy downing their drinks. The main Drunk Guy leans over to one of his associates, points at Dean and then WHISPERS something. The group burst into LAUGHTER. Dean shakes his head and turns to see Laura coming out from the back. She now has her coat on and is carrying a rucksack. She puts her bag down and sits at the bar. She pulls out a cigarette and lights it. Dean hands her a bottle of Bacardi Breezer. Laura looks as though she is about to say something when he stops her. DEAN It's on me. Okay? She nods. LAURA Okay. She takes a drink. DEAN So. You want me to call you a taxi? Laura glances at her watch. LAURA Nah. Think I might catch the bus. DEAN I can spot you a couple of quid if your short. Laura pulls out the ten pound note, waving it in the air. LAURA I have plenty of money. Papa didn't want me to get the bus so late to Andrew's so he gave me what he calls taxi money and what I call Laura's shoe money. Dean laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. DEAN Shoe money? She nods. LAURA Yup. And takes another drink. THE DRUNK GUY Finishes talking to his friend and takes a drink from the bottle of champagne. He puts the bottle down, spotting Laura sitting at the bar. DRUNK GUY Well look who it is. (calling over) Hey babe. Why don't you come sit with me. Promise I won't bite. Laura ignores the comment continuing to drink her drink. She finishes the bottle and picks up her bag. LAURA (to Dean) Okay. I'm off. See you on Friday. DEAN Who is busy serving leans back through the bar. DEAN Okay. See you then. Be care-- But she's already gone out of the door. DEAN --full. DRUNK GUY Stands up, wobbles on his feet for a moment and then makes his way towards the door. One of his friends grabs the back of his jacket. He turns. DRUNK FRIEND Where do you think your going? DRUNK GUY You think I'm going to let a piece of ass that good get away. He sways on his feet. DRUNK GUY I'll be back in a bit, Okay? The drunk friend signals for him to go, leaning back into the chair barely able to keep his eyes open. Drunk guy makes his way out of the door, passing the bar, where Victor's seat is now empty. CUT TO: EXT. STREET - NIGHT Laura is walking along a dark street, she crosses the road and heads down into a smaller, alley. She suddenly feels like someone's watching. She stops, and scans the alley behind her. LAURA Hello? No answer. She reaches into her bag and searches for her phone as she picks up pace. She looks around again. No one. She pulls out her phone, then hears a INHUMAN WHISPER. LAURA Fuck. Another SOUND. Closer. She fumbles with her phone and it falls to the ground. Laura, now really scared, crouches down to pick up her phone. She picks it up and turns bumping into...WAPP!!! Everything goes to black... CUT TO: INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT We see Laura's bruised and bloody face. She's out cold. Her face begins to twitch and she sits up, snapping awake. We see that's she's in a tiny bathroom. Lying in the bath. The bath is pushed up against the wall. The tiles on the wall are broken or covered in green mould. Laura pulls herself out of the filthy bath and falls onto the floor, wincing in pain. Her shoes and socks have been removed. Her face has been clawed at and her t-shirt is torn in places. Laura picks herself up off the floor and looks into the broken mirror on the wall. A spider-web crack runs from the middle of it causing her reflection to be distorted and broken. Laura edges toward the door and carefully pushes it open. CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT Laura makes her way along the darkened hallway being careful not to make a single noise. She turns into a larger room, the: CUT TO: INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT There are lights on in this room. Lamps with dusty shades. A couch in the middle of the room covered in what were once white now yellow pillows. It faces a small TV. Laura makes her way towards another doorway at the back of the living room. From inside the room she hears a NOISE. She stops suddenly. Takes a deep breath and then steps forward into a POOL of BLOOD. She looks down at the blood, confused and then follows the trail with her eyes. She suddenly GASPS. A look of horror covers her face. SARAH'S POV Sitting behind the couch is Victor, his eyes putrid yellow, his teeth broken and sharp. His mouth stained red with blood. He is crouched over a body, the DRUNK GUY from the bar, whose chest has been torn open from top to bottom. Victor reaches into the wound and tears out an organ, the liver. He brings the liver up close to his face and SNIFFS it first before taking a big bite out of it. Blood spurts from the liver and runs down Victor's mouth and neck line. His head suddenly whips up to look at Laura. He looks almost animalistic, like a small bird or Dinosaur. She takes a step back and is about to make a run for it but Victor is too fast. He suddenly LEAPS at her, his body blacking out the FRAME. In darkness all we hear is the horrifying ROAR of Victor as he attacks. THE END
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