THE END......

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                                                                        Just the beginning.

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40. INT. NIGHT. CORRIDOR FIRST FLOOR

ELIJAH stands embracing the TUBA; playing the solo piece carnival of Venice

The door to room 40 opens; CLEM stands in the doorway, hood up, fists clenched.

CLEM

            You looked in the fucking bag didn’t you!

            Is that it! Is that what you aspire to be

            is that your dream ! A fucking tuba solo in

            the…

32. INT. NIGHT. RECEPTION

The POLICE OFFICER ushers DEWI into a chair; who immediately starts to fidget and takes out his tobacco tin.

POLICE OFFICER

             No smoking.

DEWI

             I wasn’t going to; do you smoke? It’s my

             nerves, well it’s a habit but because of my

             nerves.  Do you smoke? Have I just that? I

             started smoking…

24. INT. NIGHT. TELEVISION ROOM

CLEM, MUSTAFA, BAG ED and WESLEY sit together; ELIJAH enters the room he looks around

ELIJAH

            Where’s Dewi gone?

CORRIDOR

DEWI walks down the corridor, the door to room 2 is open, he enters.

25. INT. NIGHT ROOM 2

DEWI’S eyes scour the room, he sees the BROWN PAPER BAG on the bed. Licking his lips,…

20. INT. NIGHT. ROOM 2

Music of the Bee Gees ‘Staying alive’ echoes around the room.

A picture of DOC in a nineteen seventies white suit, with a thick black head of hair surrounded by some friends is placed by the record player; which is not plugged in.

BEE GEES

(Heard only)

            I, I, I, I staying alive, staying alive, I

            I, I, I staying…

14. EXT.NIGHT.GRASS VERGE- SALVATION HOUSE.

FLY BOY is motionless face down on the grass embankment directly beneath his room, grasping the BROWN PAPER BAG. ELIJAH moves close kneeling beside him checking his pulse.

CLEM, MUSTAFA, DOC and DEWI approach gathering around, looking on as ELIJAH takes the walkie talkie from his belt.

ELIJAH

(On walkie talkie)

            Night…

7. INT. NIGHT RECEPTION-GROUND FLOOR

ELIJAH sits at the desk eyeing the television monitor, flicking through different location of the building.

ELIJAH

(To self)

            Dewi, Dewi, Dewi where are you?

He leans back in the chair his eye is drawn to a TUBA CASE in the corner of reception; he smiles.

8. INT.NIGHT. ROOM THIRTY…

5. INT.NIGHT. CORRIDOR-FIRST FLOOR

The door to room forty shuts.

ELIJAH hastily makes his way along the corridor and knocks on the door of room forty; as he is doing this he takes keys from his pocket and opens the door; knocking again before entering.

INT ROOM FORTY

The room is sparse except for a bed, table and a yellow comfy chair on which CLEM is sitting.

 …

2. EXT.NIGHT. GARDEN’S SALVATION HOUSE.

Perspex and glass-panelled corridors align the building exposing the doors of the rooms of the two floors that overlook the garden and car park area; on which a yellow skip is located.

Scuffling about, constantly stooping down and picking up cigarette ends off the ground is DEWI; he is in his mid-thirties has cropped hair, is dressed in a donkey jacket, jeans and wearing a black pair of scuffed slip on…

Fade in

1. EXT. NIGHT

DARKNESS

The territorial sound of dogs barking; footsteps running; a breathless pant; in the distance, police car sirens wail.

A giant billboard displaying an advertisement showing a beach, a man and palm tree with the logo ‘It’s time to escape with virgin’ breaks up the darkness. There is a slight gap in the fence on which the billboard is perched; a wooden panel is…

Looking to have this screen play adapted to theatre. would like someone who has more experience or has the drive and passion to make this happen. 

I intend to post the whole screen play by blog; only 35 pages. I will drip feed the scenes over a period of time. Anyone who is interested feel free to work on this idea; lets see where it goes.

I  want to see my work breath and come to life so the adoption is just stage 1 of this project, stage 2 would be finding an outlet…

to those who have made it to the next stage of the BBC writers and ouch ! to those, like me, who didn't make it...this time. write/right on follow your dreams.