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 THREE-FIRST FLOOR

 

The silent television flickers; WESLEY is transfixed. BAG ED is next to him, FLY BOY smiles and leaves the room.

 

CORRIDOR

 

DEWI watches as FLY BOY, clutching the BROWN PAPER BAG makes his way out of room thirty three into room thirty.

 

DEWI creeps past the open door to room forty.

 

MUSTAFA; olive skinned, bald headed with a beard, appears from another room, DEWI steps back into room forty.

 

 

9. INT. NIGHT. ROOM FORTY

 

DEWI smiles nervously; CLEM does not speak or look at DEWI.

 

DEWI

          Have you got a cigarette?

 

DEWI looks around the sparse room.

 

DEWI

           I use to live in a tree house. You don’t

           believe me do you? Yeah, the kids would play   

           in it of a day and I’d move in when it got

           dark. Then they’d wake me up the next day     

          ‘Dewi’ they’d shout. ‘Get the fuck out the

           house” And I would, but I’d go back in the

           night, when it was dark.

 

DEWI chuckles to himself…Silence

CORRIDOR-FIRST FLOOR

 

DEWI’S head appears from room forty checking the corridor is clear.

 

ROOM FORTY

 

DEWI

             I can see you’re busy; I’ll leave you to it.

 

CLEM

             Sit down Dewi

 

DEWI freezes; looking sheepish he then nervously makes his way to the bed; undecided he hovers over the bed.

 

DEWI

             Here, do you want me to sit here? Is that

             what you said, sit down Dewi? Do you want me

             to sit down…on your bed.

 

 CLEM raises his finger to his lips.

 

CLEM

            Shush, listen.

 

CLEM holds the radio aloft.

 

RADIO REPOTER

(Heard only)

            Police have released a statement tonight

            after the shooting of a local business man.

            A police spokesman expressed his puzzlement

            how the one time petty crook, rose through

            the ranks of the criminal underworld to

            prominence in a short space of time, although

            the investigation in on going, it remains a 

            mystery…

 

CLEM turns off the radio

 

CLEM

           It’s not a mystery to me.

 

 

10. INT. NIGHT RECEPTION

 

ELIJAH’S sits polishing his TUBA admiring the gleaming brass object, he stands placing the tuba about his person.

11. INT. NIGHT. ROOM THIRTY

 

The room is decorated with posters of aeroplanes; model planes, spitfire; Messerschmitt, hang from the ceiling.

 

FLY BOY spreads his arms and begins to weave his way through the models as if in fight; simulating the noises of an aircraft and machine gun fire.

 

FLYBOY

(To self)

            Charlie one fox trot this is Churchill, over.

            I have encountered enemy resistance, Charlie

            one fox trot, I’ve been hit, I repeat I’ve

            been hit.

 

FLY BOY begins to spiral out of control around his room dodging his model aeroplanes.

 

FLY BOY

(To self)

            I’m going down, I’m out of control, I’ll

            have to bail out! I’ll have to bail out!

            

FLY BOY begins to clamber through the window

 

 

12. INT. NIGHT RECEPTION

 

ELIJAH’ stands mimicking playing the tuba; glancing at the television monitor; he sees an object fall to the floor.

 

ELIJAH blows out a single note from the TUBA in shock; which reverberates around salvation house

 

ELIJAH places the tuba to the floor and moves closer to the monitor peering at the screen to see a body.

 

ELIJAH

            What in heavens’ name.

 

 

13. INT. NIGHT. ROOM FORTY-FIRST FLOOR

 

CLEM is paused; listening.

 

DEWI

            Don’t stop Clem; tell me, tell me

            what was in the bag?

 

CLEM

            I’ve told you...magic