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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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