A couple more I found on the old hard-drive... Just wondering if a theme worth persuing...
SCHOOL CHUMS I
INT. CAR. BUSY HIGH STREET. DAY.
TERRY (MID TWENTIES) IS SEATED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BACK SEAT, HE IS TALKING INTO HIS MOBILE PHONE. STEVE IS IN THE DRIVERS SEAT, HE DRUMS HIS FINGERS ABSENT-MINDEDLY ON THE STEERING WHEEL. OCCASIONALLY HE REVS THE ENGINE.
TERRY: Tina? I’m going to be a bit late. Do you remember Ding-Dong and Emmo… that’s right… Mr Mathews history class. Well I bumped into them, and Petey and Weggers… You do… I used to play footie with them after school… That’s right, ginger haired lad and his mate… We thought we’d have a few pints and a curry, chat about the old days… I know, I won’t be too late… Yeh, I know, we’re still just big kids… Love you to…
TERRY TURNS OFF MOBILE.
Women eh?
STEVE NODS AND SMILES KNOWINGLY. THE CAR DOORS OPEN AND THREE MEN, DRESSED IN BOILER SUITS AND SKI MASKS AND CARRYING SAWN OFF SHOTGUNS AND BULGING SPORTS BAGS, JUMP IN SLAMMING THE DOORS AFTER THEM.
MAN 1: Go, go, go, floor it… Drive, drive…
STEVE FLOORS IT. THE CAR PULLS AWAY IN A FLURRY OF SQUEALING TYRES AND SMOKE. THE MEN BEGIN TO REMOVE THEIR SKI MASKS.
TERRY: (CALMLY) So, what have you lot been up to since school?
END.
SCHOOL CHUMS II
INT. DINGY ROOM.
CLOSE UP OF TERRY SPEAKING DIRECTLY TO CAMERA. THE FOOTAGE IS WOBBLY AND POOR QUALITY.
TERRY: Tina? Just to let you know I’m okay. The food’s alright. Some of it's a bit too spicy for my liking but it’s better than I expected. The room they’ve given me is tiny, there’s no view and the bed is worse than the one in Benidorm… Any road up, I haven’t got long but guess who I’ve met out here. Do you remember Tariq? He was in our science class. His mam and dad ran the take-away on Derwent Road. Small world eh? Gotta go now. Love ya loads. Say hello to me mam and dad. Kiss kiss.
CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL TERRY KNEELING ON THE FLOOR HANDS TIED BEHIND HIS BACK. HE IS FLANKED BY TWO MEN DRESSED ALL IN BLACK AND WEARING BLACK HOODS. ONE HOLDS AN AUTOMATIC RIFLE THE OTHER A LARGE CURVED SWORD.
TERRY: (TURNING TO MAN WITH SWORD) So, have your mam and dad still got that chippy?
END.
Excellent!
