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 shoes.

 

CANTEEN WINDOW

 

The piecing blue eyes of ELIJAH watch from the canteen window, he is a stocky man in his mid-thirties, his  blonde hair is cut into a short back and sides and is neatly combed; he is dressed in a sky blue shirt.

 

DEWI begins to rummage around in a bin; ELIJAH turns away shaking his head.

 

3. INT.NIGHT. CORRIDOR-FIRST FLOOR- SALVATION HOUSE

 

The door to room thirty-four opens; out pops the gaunt face of BAG ED; his eyes are pinned, his ginger hair is tatty and uncombed. Stepping out from his room wearing a t-shirt, boxer shorts and thick woolly socks, the six-foot skinny frame nervously dances about in the corridor and knocks at room thirty three.

 

BAG ED

           Open the door... Wesley, come on, come on,

           come on...Wesley!

 

Impatient he raps on the door firmly.

 

BAG ED

           It’s me; it’s me Bag Ed. Hurry up!

 

The door to room thirty three opens; peering out from beneath a mass of black hair and thick black rimmed spectacles, is the long jawed gaunt face of WESLEY.

 

WESLEY

           Oh will you fuck off man

                                                                               BAG ED

           Don’t be like that. Let me in before someone

           comes along, hurry up, let me in.

 

WESLEY glances down the corridor then beckons BAG ED inside, the door is closed.

 

4. EXT.NIGHT. GARDENS-SALVATION HOUSE

 

DEWI is sitting on a bench the light from the corridor exposing his scarred, dirty face. Upon his knee is a small battered tobacco tin into which he diligently breaks up the cigarette ends he has found.

 

From the door nearby appears ELIJAH, a walkie talkie is strapped to waist like holster; carrying a cup of steaming tea, he approaches DEWI.

 

DEWI

(Gruff rasping Voice)

            Is that for me Elijah?

 

DEWI licks his lips, reaching out towards the cup. ELIJAH sips on the tea.

ELIJAH

            You’ve got your own kettle.

 

DEWI

            I sold it.

 

ELIJAH

            Well no tea for you then; just go to bed Dewi

            and stop loitering.

 

DEWI

            I can’t sleep. Been awake for thirty six

            hours me, just in that room, got no telly,

            radio...no kettle, smoked all my fags, got no

            money well, thirty-two pence. Thirty-two

            pence to last me until Thursday, I get paid

            on Thursday. What day is it today? Tuesday

            isn’t it, two days to go until I get  money.

 

 

ELIJAH’s attention is                              DEWI

distracted by an elderly                 I owe fifty quid rent, I                                 

gentleman DOC, who is naked      owe seventy quid to Fly

apart from his white                      boy, in room thirty you

underpants, vest and trilby            know that fat smack head hat.   

                                                                                   

ELIJAH unfazed takes a sip               DEWI                  

of his tea and watches as            I owe another twenty to

the bony figure of DOC                Mustafa, that’s not his

scurries along the corridor            real name, I just call

before disappearing behind           him that. So I owe out

a door marked toilet.                   one forty, which leaves

                                                 me with thirty quid, thirty quid,

                                                 for cigs, a bet and some booze.

 

ELIJAH

            There’s nothing a matter with your numeracy

            skills is there Dewi.

 

CORRIDOR GROUND FLOOR

 

DOC reappears from the toilet he momentarily glances over; ELIJAH is walking towards the RECEPTION area DEWI follows. DOC shuffles back into his room.

 

 

RECEPTION AREA

                                                                               ELIJAH

         Oh yeah and I borrowed two quid off Doc there as

         well, so that leaves me with twenty-eight quid.

         twenty-eight quid for fags, a bet and some

         booze…white lightening!

 

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

 

ELIJAH looks in the direction of the front door to see the familiar figure of CLEM.

 

RECEPTION.

 

ELIJAH enters the glass plated reception and glances at the television monitor; pressing the release button for the main door to open.

 

CLEM enters and waits by a small opening in the reception window; the BROWN PAPER BAG tucked beneath his arm.

 

DEWI has stopped talking; keeping his distance he looks on.

 

ELIJAH takes a key from a wooden cabinet and pushes it through the glass opening but retains a grasp on the key.

 

ELIJAH

            What’s in the bag Clem?

 

CLEM

            Magic.

 

CLEM slips the key from ELIJAH’S grasp and immediately heads in the direction of the open view glass stairwell and heads up the stairs.

 

ELIJAH

            Clem!

 

ELIJAH comes from behind the reception to pursue CLEM only to be confronted by DEWI.

 

DEWI

            He’s got a bagful of magic; is that allowed?

 

ELIJAH pursues CLEM up the stairs.