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Storms and Bickering

This short screenplay was one of my first attempts at writing one and is loosely based off of a similar conversation me and my friends had about going camping for the weekend. The aim of this script was to create a realistic depiction of what an argument about going away for the weekend with your friends would sound like. Although it may not be a glamourous story compared to my other works i believe it’s crucial in showing how I’ve developed as a screenwriter 

1    INT. NATH'S BEDROOM. DAYTIME (AFTERNOON)  1

Nath is sat on his bed typing on his phone and reading messages, everyone else is sat in the room talking and laughing about things they are going to do on the camping trip.

Everything is well until Nath checks the weather and see's that there is a huge rain and thunder storm happening over the weekend.

NATH

Guys?

everyone ignores him as they are all immersed into their own conversations that they fail to notice he's talking.

GUYS!

This get's everyone's attention

I'm sorry but are we sure this weekend is the best

Nath points his phone at the group and shows everyone the weather forecast

HOLLIE

I was just about to ask that

LIAM Yeah i was thinking that, maybe we should change it to either next weekend or the weekend after

KIT

It'll have to be the weekend after

Hollie's in Greece

Hollie nods

TIA

Plus me and Tom are away

NATH Well it say's here that there's a 50 percent chance of precipitation so i think the best thing would be to wait until the morning and if it's chucking it down then we'll call it off coz it's been saying it's gonna rain all week.

TIA wait which weekends this, the 21st?

NATH

No it's the 14th

TIA that's this weekend though?

ROBBIE It's still gonna be like 20 degrees boys and girls don't be pussies

TIA you said move it to another weekend, which one?

ROBBIE It'll just be wet but still hot, like it's not gonna be a storm it'll just rain

Robbie points his phone towards everyone to show them the weekend forecast

NATH It's just about the pegs coming out of the ground and the rain coming into the tent

ROBBIE (LAUGHING)

Mate it'll be fine

HARVEY Just close the tent then?

ROBBIE

I don't get the fuss

TIA do we say fuck it and go?

ROBBIE It's not even a fuck it situation, it's fine.

NATH

You know what yeah fuck it we're off

LIAM it'll just be better if we wait for a good weekend surely

HARVEY

There's not going to be

TIA Yeah but Kits not got long down here has he that's the only thing and me and Tom are away one weekend for a few days

ROBBIE everyone won't be able to come if it's another week

NATH Yeah but if it doesn't rain then we're good, and we have a gazebo plus what Tia said we don't know how long we have

ROBBIE It doesn't even matter if it bloody rains guys

NATH plus it's Robbie's birthday

HARVEY

Finally 18

TIA

Wheyy

ROBBIE woop woop, we are going like there is no fuss about it

NATH

I agree with Robbie

ROBBIE Yeah thanks, rest of you stop being softies

NATH wear a coat, or sit under the gazebo, or stay in the tent, or sit in the car or bring an umbrella

TIA Nathan aren't you the one that bought this up in the first place?

NATH

Yeah but that's irrelevant, sorry guys

ROBBIE You lot was having a water fight in the rain the other week, surely it can't hurt you now

NATH That's a good point that, plus we wont have to worry as much about getting showers

ROBBIE

Only golden showers that night

Everyone laughs and starts to make light out of what was a bad situation

what should i get from the shops tomorrow though, what does people want? Name some food and i'll go buy them if you don't have it

NATH

Anything Scottish

ROBBIE

Yeah i know mate, I'll get you an Irn

Bru

NATH

Cheers

TIA I think me and Tom are sorted but thank you

KIT Right Guys this is Rain and Thunder and warning of floods. Not just a bit of rain, like serious chances of flooding. if people really want we can leave it until the morning but it kinda needs to be taken seriously cause if it floods the reservoir will rise and our tents will all get soaked let alone moving the cars out

NATH I think there's a pretty slim chance of the reservoir flooding but we'll wait until the morning

HARVEY Well i mean theres been warnings all week about Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday so i think it could be fine.

ROBBIE

It's not serious chances of flooding

KIT Yeah but Scotland has already started this storm so it is definitely rolling in for certain.

Robbie looks at his phone

ROBBIE It say's slight chance but reservoir won't flood anyways

KIT Robbie i'm literally looking at the weather now and it say's serious chances of flooding with torrential rain. Look i'm happy to leave it until the morning cause i really wanna go i'm just making it out it isn't just a bit of rain

NATH we'll be fine

KIT I just don't want soaking tents with no real way to cook, man-oeuvre through the farm and everything like that.

Robbie shows his phone again this time with a different media source

ROBBIE It say's small and slight mate we are fine

Everyone looks at Robbie

HARVEY

Robbie that's today's mate

TOM If there's a chance of floods i'm not going

KIT Yes but the news has just said that it's almost definitely going to rise, i want to do it i really do i just don't want the whole weekend to be fucked. and if it moves how the fuck are we going to move the cars?

ROBBIE

Man you are all fannies

KIT

Robbie we're being realistic

ROBBIE If it floods we will bloody know before alright

HOLLIE Wet tents and wet belongings is a no go. We won't be able to sit out and the ground will be to wet for pegs

KIT The weekend will be fucked if it's soaked, like what we gonna do?

ROBBIE

Well i'm going you don't have to

HOLLIE We're not saying it for that we're trying to explain that it won't be a simple and dry weekend for camping

NATH i can promise you now that reservoir will not flood. And if in the unlikely situation that it does it won't be anywhere near the cars

ROBBIE If your scared of the rain and watching the water rise very very slowly while we are sat next to it then that's you.

KIT Everyone want's to go, we're just having to be realistic

TIA Yeah me and Tom do want to come but if it's going to piss it down with storms as well i don't know how bad it can get.

KIT Plus we'll all be stuck in tents doing fuck all

HOLLIE right we'll leave it till morning we've just got to be realistic

TIA Sorry to be that guy but which morning are we talking about, Friday?

HOLLIE

Yeah

NATH

Yeah Friday

LIAM

I'm with Kit here guys

NATH Yeah but we've got a gazebo haven't we?

KIT

Yeah but it can't fit all of us

TIA Remember some people are wanting to social distance as well

HOLLIE And we wouldn't be able to cook or sit outside

KIT Look we'll leave it until Friday morning but this needs to be taken seriously

TIA

Agreed

LIAM i second that

NATH

Right

TOM

I third that

ROBBIE we checking if we can do it on Friday morning?

KIT That's literally just been said by everyone

ROBBIE If we can't do it then we'll have to do it another weekend but everyone still come down and we can go to kits

KIT I'll need to check with parents about everyone coming but should be alright yeah.

[nathburnett0704]

The Man

This was my first attempt at writing a short horror story, as a writer I am massively inspired by the works of H.P.Lovecraft and George..R.R.Martin so I tried to do something along the same lines of their work whilst at the same time adding some of my own traits. The antagonist of this story in particular, “the man” was mildly inspired by the white walkers seen within game of thrones. My work can be seen bellow:

Karen staggered into her doorway and slammed the door behind her as hard as she could, in fact she slammed it so hard that a photo of her and her partner fell off of the wall and shattered lathering the floor in broken glass. She searched her body to find her house keys but her frantic panicking breathing delayed her to a point where she had no choice but to kneel onto the floor where she attempted to take small breaths in the hope of calming herself down, she thought about the things that made her happy such as her late Father taking her on long walks in the highlands of Scotland when she was a teenager. They never said a word instead they wanted nothing but to soak up the beauty of the landscape, and with that blissful memory Karen had finally managed to calm down enough to the extent that she is now able to locate her house keys. They were in her jacket pocket, “fucking idiot” Karen whispered to herself as she now remembered that’s where they always were. At last Karen has piece as she leans her back against the front door and begins to slowly catch her breath again wiping the tears from her eyes, she knows she must call the police immediately but for this brief second she just wants to lay on her floor and celebrate the prevention of her demise. A few moments have gone by and Karen thinks she’s safe and that maybe, just maybe she doesn’t have to call the police. They wouldn’t believe her anyway even if she told them, or perhaps her naïve perception of the matter will cause her downfall.

Bang! Karen’s fear has crawled back into her conscience as she staggers up faster than she ever has in her entire life, Bang! Her breaths are short for the fear simply won’t allow her to breath normally, she looks down at her legs and see’s that they are trembling, shaking as though she were out in a snowstorm despite the fact it’s 20 degrees on a warm august night. Bang! Karen’s sense of thought has come back to her for a brief moment as she realizes that she had forgotten to lock the backdoor and without thinking she rushes to it with even the slightest hope of locking it before it’s to late. “but why wouldn’t he just open the door” this thought is circling around Karen’s mind like a shark about to attack it’s prey. “he just wants me closer to him” BANG! And with that final hit the backdoor came flying off of its hinges launching into the kitchen table breaking it in half along with the door. The noise alone was like a hurricane of thunder strikes to Karen’s ears, the momentum in which crashed across the kitchen floor and caused a vibration so powerful that it felt as though Karen had just been hit in the chest. And with that blow, Karen let out a scream as she realized she is no longer safe. Not even in her own home.

Thud! Thud! Goes the man’s footsteps like two sledgehammers hitting the floor as he enters into her home, Karen cannot see him, but his shadow is illuminated in the hallway like an approaching storm. Seeing no other option Karen turns to run away but slips on the shattered glass left from the photo frame, as she hits the floor a shard of glass pierces the back of her right shoulder and Karen lets out another scream but this time with both pain and fear. She tries to get up, but the pain is so potent that she finds that she is only able to crawl, with small and desperate strokes Karen drags her damaged self to the bottom of the stairs with one last attempt at escaping and perhaps even fleeing with her life still intact. To her own surprise Karen has managed to make it up two steps of her staircase, the pain she feels in her back is excessive torment and with every movement of her right arm it feels as though the glass is going deeper into her body. Four steps up “come on Karen” she says outload for her thought process can only focus on the possibility of seeing her Father again and getting back to the Highlands, this is the only thing that seems to keep Karen going. She’s now made it halfway up the flight of stairs and with realizing her achievement she lets out a brief smile, as Karen realizes that after all this there may still be some hope.

Just as she thinks this the man has rushed into the room, he didn’t run nor walk, he moved so fast that to Karen he was just a blur, and as he slammed his hand onto Karen’s right leg she quickly realized that the hope had died alongside her partner. The man’s hand felt like a snake tightening around its prey when he grabbed onto Karen, for his strength is to great that he is oblivious to the concept of being gentle. And so, with a seemingly effortless tug at her leg the man picked her up with one hand as Karen screamed in Agony, knowing that her doom is soon to come her screams got loader and louder each one with the intention of acting as a siren in the hopes of alerting the neighbors. The man didn’t shriek at her screams or stop them, he didn’t even laugh. Instead he dangled Karen above her Elmwood floor and looked down at her with his motionless face, but his eyes. His eyes looked as though they could be a beast of their own next to this man for they were truly and meaningfully terrifying. His eyes were thirsty which with his thin eye lids were made obvious, his pupils were clad in black and the shape of daggers with a purple tint around them which danced around his eyes like wildfire in the wind. Karen’s screams were loud but with time they began to fade as the blood rushed to her head and the hope flew from her body, and with that realization Karen’s screams turned into tears as she begged the man to have mercy. Or at least to give her a quick death and be done with it. “Please” Karen whispered to the man quietly hoping to get his attention and in truth the man’s attention never left her for his eyes had been on her the whole night just waiting for the right moment.

“Please” Karen said this time in her regular tone of voice as she though that if she did so she may be able to get some form of a common ground with this beast of a man who was simply staring at her, motionless in the face showing no pleasure nor regret which in result just made him more mysterious to Karen as she truly had no idea what his intentions were. She knew she was going to die however, that much was known but she didn’t know if she would be slain now, later in a few hours, or even in a few months for her fear and anxiety of the situation had gotten the best of her. “PLEASE” Karen said this time screaming as loud as she could, much louder than the previous ones as this time she felt the after effect in the back of her throat. It was a sharp pain but no where near the amount which she’s been feeling all night. The man must be subtly enjoying these creams for he’s done nothing to prevent them, perhaps this is what fuels him and the fear of his victims allow them to taste better.

And with that last scream the man moved the grasp of his hand on Karen’s foot to grasp her thigh so he could bring her face up to his. They were now both ironically on equal ground despite the fact that Karen was hanging in the air and the man had a much bigger advantage. And with a stern grip of his wrist over her neck this pale and mysterious mountain of a man brought the life of Karen Mackenzie to a slow end.          

The End.

[nathburnett0704]

A state of affairs

Set in the southern region of America during the civil war this story tells the tale of a young man Oscar Murphy who left his family fortune behind to fight for the union and against slavery. Much against the wishes of his grandfather George Murphy who raised him after his parents died, George has been partly funding the confederacy out of respect for his state which he built his empire in and has been the home of himself and his ancestors for generations. With a tide shifting in the civil war Oscar must convince his stubborn grandfather to go north with him and give his allegiance to the union if he has any hope for his family empire to survive after the war.  

INT. VINTAGE WOODEN FURNISHED LIBARY-NIGHT TIME

One man is sat alone in the centre of a small library dimly lit by wall mounted candles, a chandelier and a fire place scorching logs in the right side of the room. Nothing can be heard except the crackling of the wood in the fire and the breathing of this old man.

This man is sat on a large black leather arm chair in front of a table carved from ebony holding a chess board, the chess board was hand carved by a professional out of elm wood but the pieces are made of coloured glass with nothing special about them.

This man is old he has wrinkled white skin, grey hair he combed back himself, an elegantly trimmed goatee of grey hair, his facial appearance is deceitful but his eyes are deep brown showing a hint of beauty. He is wearing a black tailored suit with a black shirt and a hand made red puff tie.

He's slouching in his large chair with a glass of brandy in his hand as he stairs at the empty mahogany chair in front of him, there is nothing special about it except the red cushion attached to the seat. He stares at this for 5 seconds until he hears a knock at the door of his library.

               OLD MAN    What is it?

The old man has a sophisticated southern accent hinting towards a Tennessee upbringing. A black servant with short hair and a clean shave opens the door to the library, he is wearing a black suit with tails and a white shirt with a bow tie, the whole thing looks to big for him.

               BLACK SERVANT    Master George, your guest has just arrived.

George doesn't even look at his servant.

               GEORGE    Send him in!

The black servant nods his head.

               BLACK SERVANT    Of course, right away Sir.

The black servant turns around and leaves the room leaving the door open on the way out. As he leaves George stands up from his chair and walks over to stand next to the fire with his back turned away from the door.

He reappears 10 seconds later with a young man by his side who looks as though he is in his mid 20s, he has clean white skin a short beard he shaved himself and long hair neatly swept to the right side of his scalp. He has gentle brown eyes and his hair is a dark chestnut brown, He's wearing a cheap grey suit with a white shirt and a red tie with the colour slightly fading.

               BLACK SERVANT    Mr Oscar Murphy Sir.

Upon hearing this George raises his right arm and downs the rest of his brandy.

               GEORGE    Leave us.

               BLACK SERVANT    As you wish Sir.

Oscar turns towards the servant as he's turning around to walk out of the room

               OSCAR    Thankyou Jake.

Jake smiles at Oscar then exits the room closing the door on the way out. George remains where he is standing for a few seconds before walking over to a large wooden globe in the right corner of the room. He lifts the top of it exposing a mini bar filled with Jars of expensive whiskey, brandy and Gin.

George picks up the jar of brandy, takes the lid off and pours a large amount into his glass. Still not looking at Oscar who is waiting patiently by the door awaiting an approval to sit.

               GEORGE    What's your poison Son?

               OSCAR    I stopped drinking two years ago.

George is stunned by Oscar's comment

               GEORGE    What the hell made you want to do that?

           CUT TO:

EXT. MILITARY STYLE TENT IN A FIELD- MORNING, DAY TIME (TWO YEARS AGO)

Three Union soldiers are sat in a tent in the middle of a field, It's early in the morning and they are preparing breakfast. The doors to the tent are wide open exposing all three men.

One soldier is kneeling down trying to start a fire to cook breakfast, the other is standing above him with a large bottle of rum in his hand that he snuck with him. Oscar is sat on the camping mat watching the two of them and composing himself as he's just woken up.

               OSCAR    Jack, don't you think it's kind of dangerous leaving the doors wide open like that?

The soldier with a bottle of rum looks down at Oscar.

               JACK    No, we'll be fine don't worry about it.

The soldier on the floor next to Oscar has finally started the fire. Oscar looks at him.

               OSCAR    Well done Theo!

               THEO    Thankyou Oscar.

All of a sudden a sniper from far away shoots at the bottle of rum Jack was holding in his hand shattering it and spilling rum over the fire. The fire rises and scorches Theo's face as he screams in agony, the rest of his body catches alight as he tumbles out of the tent panicking on the floor in immense pain. Oscar and Jack run out of the tent with their rifles and take cover behind a large rock.

           CUT TO:

INT. VINTAGE FURNISHED LIBRARY- NIGHT TIME (PRESENT DAY)

Oscar looks down at the floor quickly then back up again as he puts his hands in his pockets and slowly walks towards the chess board.

               OSCAR    I just have bad experiences with it I suppose.

George turns around and finally faces Oscar as he slowly walks towards him.

               GEORGE    Sound's fair enough. I could never do it myself but good luck to you son.

               OSCAR    Thank you.

George sits back down in his leather chair facing the chess board, he waves his left hand at the simple chair in front of him.

               GEORGE    Sit down son.

Oscar sits down on the simple wooden chair in front of George, Oscar is on the left side of the table with George on the right.

Oscar is playing with the white pieces and George with the black. They begin to play, Oscar goes first moving a pawn forward.

               OSCAR    George, I know we've never seen eye to eye on a lot of things. And it's been a long time since the two of us sat down to talk-

George interrupts Oscar.

               GEORGE    It's been three years Oscar.

George moves a black pawn forward

               OSCAR    -To talk to one another in a calm manner, but I really need you to listen George, These are desperate times.

George looks up at Oscar and takes a large gulp of brandy.

               GEORGE    Desperate? you don't know the meaning of it son, I've been to war just like you and I've killed a hell of a lot of people. Just like you-

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BATTLE OF BALTIMORE 1815- ARTILLERY DOCK, RAMPID BATTLE FIELD

A young teenage George can be seen firing cannon balls at the invading British ships. Everyone around him is shouting, screaming and trying to make themselves heard over the loud gunfire coming from the guns and cannons.

           CUT TO:

INT. VINTAGE FURNISHED LIBRARY- NIGHT TIME (PRESENT DAY)

   But believe me son, you know nothing of what it means to be desperate. I built this place from nothing, I built my company from nothing. I come from nothing, and I'll be dammed if I'm going to let you throw it all away.

Oscar and George are halfway through the game, George has taken 5 pieces away from Oscar who has only taken 1 so far.

               OSCAR    That's why I'm here. There's been a change of tide in this war, which I have no doubt of the fact that you've noticed.

George looks at Oscar and raises his eyebrows.

   George the confederacy is dead in the dirt, and if you don't integrate to the north and give as much power to the union as you have to this confederacy then everything you've built will meet the same fate. Think about the family, please.

Oscar takes out one of George's chess pieces. Without raising his voice or eyebrows, or even looking at Oscar moves his knight forward and takes out two of Oscar's chess pieces

               GEORGE    Oscar. You stopped caring for this family when you decided that a nigger's life was more important than ours. So don't you give me that bullshit because your word doesn't mean a damn thing in this house anymore.

Oscar gives a deep sigh and looks away from George as he leans back in his chair.

   It's one hell of a sin to betray your state, but an even bigger one to betray your family. You broke all of our hearts when you rode north, for god's sake none of us could eat or sleep for days after we found that note you left in your room-

Oscar raises his voice and stands up from his chair.

               OSCAR    If I didn't care for this family then why the hell would I ride south without jurisdiction and face the threat of a court marshal! I rode here because I need to convince your stubborn ass to relocate if this family has any hopes to survive!

Oscar calms himself down and walks towards the fire with his back turned towards George, who is just staring at him with detest

   When I found out about granny Edna it broke my heart. The pain of hearing of her death was bad, but the fact I wasn't here to say goodbye is even worse. I cannot go through that pain again. So I'm asking you, please, come north with me. You'll receive a pardon and insure the survival of this family. It's the only way.

George continues to stare at Oscar from his large black leather chair for 15 seconds before slowly getting up from it. Upon doing this he finishes the rest of his Brandy and puts the glass aside

               GEORGE    What you ask of me is something which cannot be done by men with honour, I will not betray my state and this family shall remain where it has always been since the days our peasant ancestors.

Oscar slowly turns to face George, they are now facing each other from the left and right sides of the room with George still on the right.

               OSCAR    I once thought the world of you.

A slight hint of sorrow comes into George's eyes

               GEORGE    And I of you son.

Both stare at each other knowing full well that this may be the last time that they see each other. George nods his head and makes his way to the exit door

On the way out Oscar bumps into Jake who is standing at the top of the staircase and greets him with a gentle smile.

               JAKE    Didn't go so well huh Oscar?

Oscar looks at Jake with disappointment.

               OSCAR    He's my Grandfather Jake, what do you think? THE END

[nathburnett0704]

A night in Brixton

INT. GYM LOCKER ROOM/CHANGING ROOM-NIGHT TIME

The message of this script was to represent that despite the background an individual may come from whether it be a rich or a poor one does not have to abide by the stereotype surrounding their community. Which is exactly what I did with Jane and John with Jane coming from a rich conservative background with a passion to pursue a boxing career, and with John coming from a poor south London background and wanting to become a writer. The journey the two of these characters experience throughout the narrative shapes the way in which John see’s the world and in result inspires content for his writing, which is made clear in the climax of this short story.      

A woman with long black hair and olive skin wearing a red Nike training bra with white and red shorts is sitting on a bench fastening wraps around her hands with quick pace and precision.

standing next to her is another woman about 5ft with short black hair tied in a pony tail wearing a white blouse with black skinny jeans and a pair of worn black and white chuck Taylors

               JANE    I've told you I don't want to go through this with you again

               OLENNA    I just think you should think about your options and the consequences Jane, It's a risky situation

               JANE    What have I got to worry about? You've seen me train, you know how good I am. as a matter of fact you've been with me since the beginning

               OLENNA    Yes I know that and I will admit that your good bu-

Jane cuts her off

               JANE    Good?

               OLENNA    Okay your brilliant, but the point is what do you think your parents will do if they find out that instead of attending the debate club after school you've actually been beating the shit out of bags and sparring partners in Brixton. I mean knowing them they'll be angrier about you hanging around Brixton than they are with you boxing and bunking off of extra curricular activities.

               JANE    I'll handle that situation when I'm faced with it, as far as I'm aware they have absolutely no clue what I do here and if I can keep that up then I'll have nothing to worry about. Also your bunking off as well so shouldn't you worry about your own parents finding out rather mine?

               OLENNA    Of course not, as opposed to you my mother isn't a Conservative MP and my Father Isn't a Judge. They are both Bankers and if they both found out what I was doing I think they'd support my point of view given I'm here to support a friend.

               JANE    Ooo Friend

               OLENNA    Shut up Jane!

A bald old man with square glasses and a beer belly wearing a striped black and white referee t-shirt knocks on the door.

               JANE    Yes!

               REFEREE    5 Minutes love

               JANE    Okay thankyou

The referee leaves and closes the door. Jane takes a black hair bobble off of her wrist and begins to tie her hair back

               OLENNA    Jane, look. This is your first fight and I'm proud of you for wanting to go through with it, but if your parents find out about this fight which they most likely will then we both know that it will be the end of this. And I don't want your heart to be broken after that so I think it would be best if we just stopped this now to save us both from that pain.

Jane looks Olenna in the eye not with hate or disgust but in a way that gives off comfort. Jane then puts her head down and looks at her shoes for a few seconds before turning to look back at Olenna.

               JANE    Olenna I'll be heartbroken if I don't go through with this fight not If my parents stop me from going because at least then I'll know that I fought for something

               OLENNA    What do you mean?

Jane stands up from the bench and faces Olenna as she puts her red Adidas boxing gloves on.

               JANE    I mean that because of my background and lifestyle everything has always been handed to me on a silver plate based on my Parents fortune and the people they have connections with. I've never had to fight for anything now this is my chance to.    This is all I've ever wanted to do can't you see that with all of the effort I've put into this fight, I haven't been going for a run every day at 5 in the morning for the past two months just because Rob told me to I've been doing it because I want to.    I don't miss the debate club after school and take the underground into Brixton to rebel against my parents interest I do it because it makes me Happy and I know that I have a future with this that doesn't involve running for Parliament or sitting in a courtroom all day.    Now there's a crowd of people out there who have paid good money to see a fight tonight and I don't plan on disappointing them. So are you going to help me fasten these gloves or are you going to leave?

Jane and Olenna stare at each other for a little longer. Olenna smiles at Jane then begins to fasten her boxing gloves.

the referee knocks on the door again this time letting himself in

               REFEREE    It's time Jane You ready?

               JANE    Yes

Jane twists her head and cracks her neck, loosens her shoulders jogs on the spot then punches both of her fists together as she walks out of the door with Olenna behind her. Jane walks slowly as she breathes in the air of the venue and becomes familiar with her surroundings

The sound of people talking and cheering echoes all around the room which the hall from Janes changing room is leading to. This feels like a calling to Jane so she begins to walk faster through the Hall and starts to jog up and down on the spot, she is now in her zone.

INT. BOXING RING ROOM WITH CROWDS OF PEOPLE- NIGHT TIME

When Jane enters the room everyone starts to cheer louder excited that the fight is about to start, Janes opponent is already in the ring. She takes one look at Jane then immediately turns back to face her trainer as though she hasn't seen anything.

Jane looks away from her and see's her Coach Rob standing in the ring waiting for her, Olenna stands next to the ring then gives Jane a hug.

               OLENNA    You've got this Jane

               JANE    I definitely hope so

They both laugh together, Jane steps into the ring and stands next to Rob

               ROB    That time alone do you good?

               JANE    Yeah I Just needed some time alone with Jane

               ROB    She still not believe you've got it?

               JANE    She didn't but she does now

               ROB    Great, now I want you to listen and I want you to listen good

Jane is looking across the ring towards her opponent, she only realizes how muscular she is now that she's up close.

               ROB    Hey!

This brings Jane's attention back to Rob

   Don't look at her, look at me. concentrate only on me forget about her and everyone else in this room, the only person you should listen to is me and yourself you understand?

               JANE    Yes

               ROB    remember everything I taught you okay, only focus on the person in front of you. Don't look at her feet, Don't look at anything other than her eyes and face otherwise you'll lose focus and get hit.    Now you know just as well as I do that your going to win this fight, but that's only going to happen if you concentrate and remember what you were taught is that clear?

               JANE    Yes

               ROB    This is your night Okay, who's night is it?

               JANE    It's mine

               ROB    Sorry it's who's

               JANE    IT'S MINE!

               ROB    Exactly!

The referee has walked back into the ring with a piece of A4 paper

               REFEREE (SHOUTING)    Lady's and gentlemen the moment you've all been waiting for. Tonight at Brixton boxing club we have two women going 5 rounds with each other to compete for the Forrester cup.

An elderly gentlemen standing next to the ring holds the trophy up and spins around exposing it to the rest of the venue.

   in the right corner we have a local here at the club, with a total of 15 wins and 1 loss weighing a total of 50 pounds. the incredible, the magnificent Hollie Smith

Everyone in the room cheers at the top of their lungs with great enthusiasm. Hollie raises her arms and spins around the room standing in her space

   Then in the left corner, making her debut fight and weighing a total of 45 pounds. A woman of great potential, Jane Goldsmith

Jane prepares to raise her arms but upon noticing that only a few people are cheering for her she declines to do so.

               ROB (WHISPERING)    Don't worry They'll love you by the end of it

Everyone expect Jane, Hollie, Rob, Hollie's trainer and the referee leave the ring as the crowd continues to cheer.

   remember what I told you, this is your night

Rob places Janes gumshield in her mouth, fist bumps her boxing glove then exits the ring and stands by the corner next to Jane

Hollie's trainer leans in to whisper in Hollie's ear

               TRAINER (IN SPANNISH)    noquear a la perra

Hollie's trainer places her gumshield in her mouth, lightly jabs her shoulder then exits the ring and stands in the corner next to Hollie

               REFEREE    Right you two come closer to me

Jane and Hollie are facing each other, staring into each other's eyes without a single blink, Hollie thinks nothing of Jane after all this is her 17th fight. Jane however is staring dangerously at her with a stiff upper lip as she tightens her Jaw. She's ready to go at her

   Just like I said in the dressing room I want a clean fight here tonight. protect yourself at all times, watch out for rabbit punches and what I say you must obey. Good luck, touch gloves.

Jane and Hollie punch each others fists and walk back to their own corners

five seconds pass then the bell goes ding to sound off the first round. Jane moves fast towards Hollie but Hollie takes her time and steadily approaches her

Right away Hollie hits her with a right hook which jane dodges by ducking. Then again with a left Jab which she blocks using by putting her hands up.

Hollie tries the right hook again but Jane blocks her then hits her with a powerful right hook to the side of the face knocking her out and sending her crashing to the floor of the ring.

The crowd cannot believe it they go crazy, louder than they were when cheering for Hollie's announcement. The referee kneels down to Hollie to check on her condition

               REFEREE (SHOUTING)    K.O

The crowd shouts even louder at this as they get up from their seats to cheer for Jane. Rob and Olenna rush into the ring as they grab hold of her and hug her.

               ROB (SHOUTING)    See, I told you they'd love it!

               OLENNA    Absolutely Stupendous Jane well done

Hollie's trainer is having a shouting match with himself, he literally cannot believe what's just happened.

               TRAINER (SHOUTING)    Maldita mujer increible e inutil. Todo ese entrenamiento y pierdes con esta puta elegante

Jane looks at Hollie's trainer and say's

               JANE    No soy una perra definitivamente no soy elegante

Hollie's trainer looks at Jane as though his Cat just started talking. He leaves the venue and mixes into the crowd as he mutters to himself

the referee walks over to Jane holding the Forrester cup in his hand, he hands it over to Jane and grabs hold of her left arm.

               REFEREE (SHOUTING)    Winner by absolute knockout, Jane Goldsmith

The referee raises her hand in the air then Jane raises her right arm in the air to expose the trophy to the audience.

Everyone in the room cheers for her. Jane leaves the ring with Olenna and rob as they head back to the changing room.

As they head towards the changing room we can see two black teenage boys. One is cheering for Jane and the other is on his phone writing in the notepad app and taking notes for a story he is writing.

His friend Bobbie notices this and asks him what He's doing

               BOBBIE    Rah Scotty what you doing man

               SCOTTY    Told you I was only here to take notes for the story, didn't even last that long though I was expecting the full five rounds

               BOBBIE    Yeah that's why It's popping off, the whole thing is unbelievable

               SCOTTY    Ermm, Yeah it was great. Such a triumph

               BOBBIE    You missed everything didn't you?

               SCOTTY    I'm just working on something real big right now it has a ton of potential

               BOBBIE    EE Scotty man we've spoke about this you need to leave your writing at home and learn to live a little. I mean you probably just missed one of the greatest sporting events of your life

               SCOTTY    I never really cared for sport anyway, again I'm only here to take notes for the story I'm writing

               BOBBIE    Well what the Hell is this one for then, it for that one about the Kids living in the 70s trying to stop a monster?

               SCOTTY    No, I finished that one ages ago and shelved it this is a different one with a new story and characters

               BOBBIE    Well what's this one about then?

               SCOTTY    Come on I'll tell you on the way out. That party still on by the way?

Bobbie and Scotty head towards the exit

               BOBBIE    Yeah should be, I'll link Scolsey and ask him once we get outside. Now what's this story about?

Bobbie and Scotty are walking through the hallway of the boxing club, It's covered with promo posters of boxing fights and people littered around talking about the fight.

People made bets Tonight but only on Hollie, the bookmaker is being corned by a large group of people demanding money back because of it. Bobbie and Scotty walk past this.

People that aren't demanding money back are ringing friends and relatives to tell them about the situation. A reporter for the local newspaper can also be seen speaking to someone looking to get a spectators opinion of the fight.

               SCOTTY    It's about a teenage boy who's an aspiring musician living in east midlands where he grew up. His Father died in Afghanistan and his mother is an alcoholic, the only people he can really speak to is his best friend Paul who's a migrant from Ireland Battling cancer and his girlfriend who's addicted to an all manner of drugs.

               BOBBIE    Jesus Scotty don't you think that's a little to much for one character to go through? I mean the whole thing just sounds very depressing

               SCOTTY    Well that's the point It's all to represent that he has no one and the only person he does have that Isn't an Alcoholic or drug addict has a very serious chance of dying. So it all evolves around him trying to figure out whether he should leave town at the end of summer to pursue his dream of global musical stardom or if he should stay in town and help the people around him who're struggling.

               BOBBIE    So what choice does he go with?

               SCOTTY    I don't know yet I haven't thought that far ahead I'm still debating between the two EXT. BUSY BRIXTON MAIN ROAD- NIGHT TIME

Scotty and Bobbie are now outside on a pathway next to a busy main road packed with cars going to and from places, the pathway is almost as busy as the road with people walking backwards and forwards on it. Bobbie and Scotty start to walk to the right of it making their way past the crowded people on the pavement.

               BOBBIE    Well which one do you think will be a better ending

               SCOTTY    Oh I don't know that's why I'm debating between the two because it's a hard decision.

               BOBBIE    Well not really I mean he either gets a good ending or he gets a bad one it's as simple as that

               SCOTTY    It's not, thing is if he stays home to help his people then that's his dream gone, there's no second chance no doing it on the side it's plain and simply done. But if he leaves home and abandons those who're in need of him then in the eyes of the audience and those around him he'll be seen as a dick so you'll start to feel detached. I mean what would you do if you was in his situation?

               BOBBIE    I don't know I don't want to be a musician

               SCOTTY    Neither do I but that's not the point, the point is would you stay and look after your people or would you go and chase your dream?

               BOBBIE    I'd probably go and chase my dream, everyone back home had their chance in life so why should I let them fuck up mine. If I had the chance to get everything I ever wanted then I'd go for it in a heartbeat, Wouldn't you?

               SCOTTY    I'm still trying to figure that out myself, come on let's cross

Bobbie and scotty cross the road and make their way down the stairs leading to a damp alleyway covered with litter and lit by one streetlamp above

Bobbie and Scotty continue to walk down this long alley at first not saying a word to each other until they hear the sound of a homeless man on the floor

               HOMELESS MAN    Oi you lot, I'm trying to sleep here

               BOBBIE    Try harder then

Bobbie and Scotty come out of the alleyway onto Brixton high street which is just as busy as the pavement they were previously on

               SCOTTY    I've been thinking lately

               BOBBIE    Dangerous, what about?

               SCOTTY    Subcultures

               BOBBIE    What the Fuck are subcultures?

Two men walk into the middle of where Scotty and Bobbie are stood. One man is wearing a baggy Green parka and the other is wearing a black leather biker jacket.

               SCOTTY    You Know, like Mods and Rockers and Punks. that sort of thing

               BOBBIE    Like Quadrophenia and sex pistols, that sort of shit?

               SCOTTY    Exactly that sort of shit yes

               BOBBIE    Well what about it?

               SCOTTY    I mean what happened to them, Subcultures are still mildly around but they are nowhere near as cool or as committed as they used to be

               BOBBIE    What do you mean?

               SCOTTY    Well back in the day you were either a Mod, a rocker or a punk. You knew where you stood, people took it so seriously that they used to fight each other simply because they weren't one of them. Nowadays we have nothing like that

In the background the Brixton town clock goes off and echoes across the town, signifying the passing of time

               BOBBIE    Isn't that a good thing though if people aren't fighting each other for being different?

               SCOTTY    You literally just saw a woman beat the shit out of another woman and called it one of the greatest sporting events you've ever seen are you seriously telling me it's a good thing that people aren't fighting each other anymore

               BOBBIE    Yeah but that's different, boxing is a sport and doesn't happen in the street

Two men tumble out of a pub door grabbing on to each other as they continue the fight in the street, Bobbie and Scotty walk past this

               SCOTTY    You sure about that mate?

               BOBBIE    Well those two aren't boxers are they

               SCOTTY    Bold statement

Bobbie begins to become irritated by Scotty's wit

               BOBBIE    For fuck's sake Scotty what point you getting at?

Two police officers run towards the two drunken brawlers outside the pub bumping into both Bobbie and Scotty in the process of doing so

               SCOTTY    My point is I just think life for people our age would be a lot more exciting if they were still around, Don't get me wrong it's a great thing that people are more accepting and understanding of each other nowadays despite whatever the difference may be, but back then at least people were committed to what they were. Now it just feels like something that you slip in and out of, but then again what is there that we can slip in and out of because subcultures are dead

               BOBBIE    So are you saying that you think you were born in the wrong generation?

               SCOTTY    No! I'm saying that subcultures need to be brought back, it would just make things a lot easier?

Bobbie and Scotty begin to cross another road, this one just as busy as the last one with cars beeping and flashing headlights at each other

               BOBBIE    Why'd you think that?

               SCOTTY    It would just be easier to identify someone for who they are based off of the clothes they're wearing and the way they style they're hair, plus the music they listen to would give it away

               BOBBIE    We still have that now though don't we?

               SCOTTY    Yeah sort of, but it's not as major as it used to be because people can wear an all manner of things they don't have to narrow it down to parkas or leather jackets. It's as though everyone has just morphed into one singular type of person who you have to speak to for a bit before you find out if they are a dick or not. You know what I mean?

               BOBBIE    Not sure if I agree with it, but yeah I see what you mean, should I ring Scolsey now or give it a bit?

               SCOTTY    What time is it?

Bobbie takes his phone out of his pocket to check the time

               BOBBIE    Half seven

               SCOTTY    Yeah may as well ring him now then

Bobbie unlocks his phone, opens his contact list to find Scolsey then taps on his name to ring him

   Hey Scolsey how you doing mate, Yeah yeah I'm good that party still happening?, nice one me and Scotty are on our way where is it?, It's at yours, I thought it was at Connor's, ah okay fair enough yeah the fight was great I'll tell you about it when I get there, Nice one I'll see you in about 30 minutes, yep, thanks bye.

Bobbie turns to Scotty

   Apparently the party started about an hour ago, and It's not at Connors anymore it's at his

               SCOTTY    Why's it not at Connors did something happen?

               BOBBIE    I don't know he didn't say, chances are his parents probably came back early and caught him setting up but I don't really care, either way a party is still happening

               SCOTTY    Yeah fair enough where does Scolsey live again?

               BOBBIE    Baxter close on the big estate, the one with all the big houses

               SCOTTY    How is he living there he's skint, I thought he lived in a block on Rowland road?

               BOBBIE    He was, but his mum made him move in with his aunt on Baxter close. something about him learning some respect and to keep him out of trouble

               SCOTTY    Well it doesn't seem to be working does it?

Bobbie laughs at Scotty's sarcasm

               BOBBIE    Clearly not no

Scotty looks at his watch then looks around the street from the pavement he and Bobbie are standing on. Cars keep driving by on the road and people on the pavement are making their way around Scotty and Bobbie just standing there.

               SCOTTY    Baxter close, that's about a 40 minute walk from here isn't it?

               BOBBIE    Yeah It's something like that come on let's start walking

               SCOTTY    No we'll get a taxi I'm tired of walking

               BOBBIE    Good luck with that

Bobbie and Scotty go to stand further on the edge of the pavement, Scotty raises his left arm in the air to signal a taxi

               SCOTTY (SHOUTING)    HEY, TAXI!

Scotty continues to wave his left arm in the air and shout taxi, a total of 3 Taxi's pass by Bobbie and Scotty. They can see Scotty waving his arm however they just carry on as though they haven't seen anything

Eventually Scotty gives up and puts his right arm down.

   None of them are fucking stopping, what the hell's going on?

               BOBBIE    Taxi driver see's two black youths calling for a Taxi, as far as they're concerned all we mean is trouble

               SCOTTY    Nah fuck this!

Scotty walks off of the pavement into the side of the road, he puts his right arm forward in front of himself to stop a taxi.

The taxi driver quickly slams on his breaks and stops in front of Scotty as he beeps his car horn at him

               BOBBIE    Scotty what you doing man!

               SCOTTY    Taking action

Both Scotty and Bobbie walk towards the taxi cab, the driver is furious. He has a thick cockney accent, a bald head and looks around the age of 50-60

He rolls down his car window to shout at Scotty

               TAXI DRIVER (SHOUTING)    ARE YOU FUCKING MAD! WHAT YOU DOING JUMPING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD, YOU COULD OF GOT FUKIN HIT OR SOMETHIN

               SCOTTY    I was calling for a taxi, and by the look of things it seems to have worked

Bobbie quickly turns his head to look at Scotty unbelievable of what he's just said. He cannot believe the situation he is currently in. He can barely get any words out he just stands there muttering and looking backwards and forwards at the taxi and Scotty

               TAXI DRIVER    Ah Just fuckin get in will ya!

Scotty and Bobbie get into the taxi, Scotty from the left door and Bobbie from the right.

   Right where you wanting!

               SCOTTY    Baxter close please, the big estate

The taxi driver turns his head around to look at both Scotty and Bobbie sitting in the backseats

               TAXI DRIVER    Where the fukin hell's that!

Scotty turns to face Bobbie

               SCOTTY    Where's Baxter close?

Bobbie turns to face Scotty

               BOBBIE    Ermmm, It's in Brixton.

Scotty turns back to face the taxi driver glaring at Bobbie and Scotty

               SCOTTY    Baxter street in Brixton please

               TAXI DRIVER    Yeah alright!

The taxi driver turns away, faces forward and begins to drive to Baxter street.

EXT. SCOLSEY'S AUNTS HOUSE ON BAXTER STREET- NIGHT TIME

The taxi driver parks outside of Scolsey's aunts house where loud music can be heard coming out from it alongside disco lights illuminating from both sides of the windows making their way to the reflection of the taxi cab.

Despite what's going on inside of the house, from the outside of it everything looks rather peaceful, the taxi driver turns his head back to face Bobbie and Scotty who are sitting in the back gazing at the house and it's contents from the window

               TAXI DRIVER    Forty quid!

Bobbie and Scotty stop staring at the house and quickly turn their heads to face each other, after a split second they then turn to face the taxi driver

               BOBBIE    what?

               TAXI DRIVER    You heard me fine, it's the fare for the journey!

               BOBBIE    No your right I heard you just fine but forty quid?, the journey was barely 15 minutes that's a rip off mate

               TAXI DRIVER    It's the going rate for the journey in this area, now pay up now or I'm either gonna call the police or take you back to where I got you from!

               SCOTTY (WHISPERING)    I thought it was only going to be around fifteen quid?

               BOBBIE (WHISPERING)    So did I but he's not having any of it, how much you got on you?

Scotty takes his wallet out of his pocket and checks to see how much money he has

               SCOTTY (WHISPERING)    fifteen quid, you?

Bobbie puts his left hand in his left jacket pocket to see how much money he has

               BOBBIE (WHISPERING)    Fifteen quid as well, fuck!

               SCOTTY    Hey listen mate we've only got about 30 quid between the two of us

               TAXI DRIVER    Cheers guys, thanks a lot!

The Taxi driver restarts his engine and puts his hand on his gear stick ready to change gear

               BOBBIE    No wait hold on, I'll just go in and get another tenner!

The taxi driver takes his hand off of the gear stick then turns off the car engine

               TAXI DRIVER    Fine, but your mate stays here. get out and hurry up!

               SCOTTY    Alright?

               BOBBIE    I'll only be a few seconds hold on, wait here Scotty

Bobbie gets out of the taxi and runs into the house to borrow a tenner off of Scolsey, Scotty watches him from the window of the taxi cab

Scotty turns to face towards the taxi driver's reflection in the rear view mirror

               SCOTTY    You been busy tonight?

The taxi driver looks at Scotty from his rear-view mirror but does not respond to his question. Instead there's nothing in the Taxi cab but dead silence and the echoes from the party happening in the house next to them.

For a total of 30 seconds there's nothing but silence until Bobbie comes back to the taxi cab with a Ten pound note in his right hand. He then Taps on the car window next to the taxi driver. The taxi driver rolls his window down quickly

               BOBBIE    Here you are mate sorry about that

               TAXI DRIVER    Just get out!

Scotty opens the car door next to him and quickly exits the vehicle. As he's doing this the taxi driver snatches the ten pound note off of Bobbie then immediately proceeds to start the car engine and drive away

               SCOTTY    He was charming

               BOBBIE    Why was he such a prick to us, is it because we're teenagers or because we're black.

               SCOTTY    Probably both, he did seem a bit EDL to be honest. Come on though don't let it ruin your night he's gone let's just get into the party

               BOBBIE    Yeah alright, you seriously okay with that?

               SCOTTY    It's just another Friday night for me mate, come on.

Scotty and Bobbie make their way to the house, they Don't bother to knock as Bobbie has just been in to get the ten pound note from Scolsey

INT. SCOLSEY'S HOUSE PARTY. NIGHT TIME

Scotty and Bobbie come in from outside, close the door then gaze at their surroundings from the door whilst they take their jackets off. Drill music is coming from large speakers at full volume, everyone speaking has to shout at the opposite person so they can hear them. Once they take them off they quickly look around the hallway from where they are standing and see an all manner of people doing an all manner of different things.

Scotty looks to the left side of the room where he's standing and see's a game room with a large luxurious pool table sat in the middle of it, around it on both sides is a large group of drunk black and white teenagers. None of them are playing pool they are instead using the pool table to play beer pong. One couple are leaning on the left side of it kissing each other.

Next to the doorway of this game room is two teenage boys drinking cans of fosters lager and talking about how a girl might like one of them. A large group of teenagers next to them are drinking from red plastic cups and talking about why they think Daniel Radcliffe would make the perfect prime minister

               SCOTTY    Bit loud isn't it?

On the right of Scotty is the stair case with two teenagers laid on the bottom steps of it drunkenly talking about a funny story involving a caravan trip the two of them were on back in January. Standing near the stair banister next to them is two girls talking about how much one of them misses their girlfriend who left them a couple of weeks ago.

Sat on the floor to the right of those two girls is two drunk teenagers sharing a tube of pringles and talking about why they think BREXIT will ruin the country. standing on the right of these two people is a group of teenagers talking about how good of a night it's been so far

               BOBBIE    Might be to loud

               SCOTTY    It's definitely to load.

As Scotty say's this Bobbie notices a white girl wearing a black dress talking to a crying girl next to the stairs

               BOBBIE    Hey Scotty, you see that girl over there?

Bobbie points his finger

               SCOTTY    Yeah?

               BOBBIE    That's the girl I've been speaking to, her names Hannah. I'm gonna go over and speak to her, I'll see you in a bit

               SCOTTY    What? Bobbie we've only just got here can you not wait a bit?, what the fuck am I supposed to?

               BOBBIE    I don't give a fuck, there'll be someone here you know just go and talk to people you'll be alright

Bobbie leaves Scotty standing at the door and walks towards Hannah

   Hey Hannah how you doing, you alright?

Hannah looks at Bobbie and rolls her eyes. Scotty has another look around the room and realises that he doesn't recognise a single person in this hallway so he makes his way into the kitchen.

The kitchen is even louder as it's where the speakers have been placed right next to the bowls of food on the breakfast bar. Large groups of teenagers are dancing and singing along to the music coming out of the speakers, everyone is drunk and having a good time. In the left corner of the kitchen is a couch covered in brown blankets with four white teenagers on it.

on the right side of the couch is a white couple cuddling up to each other and having a conversation about their upcoming one year anniversary. On the left side of it is a white teenage boy with slick back hair wearing a pretty green jumper with his arm around a teenage girl talking about a funny story involving him and his friends. Surprisingly the girl is interested.

Scotty takes a look around the room and realises that he doesn't know anyone in the kitchen either.

               SCOTTY    Fuck

Scotty walks up to the breakfast bar where everyone has placed their drinks, he picks up a bottle of Jack Danial's honey whisky. He then looks around the room to see if anyone is looking at him, no one is they are all immersed in each others conversations.

Scotty then picks up a plastic red cup puts a handful of ice in it then pours a large whiskey into the cup and exits the kitchen. The same groups of people he saw when he walked into the house are still there where he last saw them, especially Bobbie who is still making an effort to speak to Hannah who doesn't seen at all interested in what he's talking about.

Seeing no reason to stay in the hallway and hover over Bobbie's shoulder he makes his way to the staircase where the two teenagers he previously saw are still laying on the bottom stairs laughing hysterically

               LAUGHING TEENAGER #1    And then he wacked him around the arm with a slider!

Both teenagers laugh even harder, Scotty walks up to them in hopes of getting up the stairs to find someone he recognises

               SCOTTY    Hey can I get past please?

               LAUGHING TEENAGER#2    Yeah go on mate

Both of the laughing teenagers move out of the way to let Scotty get past them. Scotty walks up the stairs. When he get's to the top a white teenager wearing a blue parka comes out of the bathroom where he's greeted by another white teenager with a shaved head wearing a red ben Sherman shirt. they introduce themselves to one another

               ADAM    You alright mate I'm Adam

               ROBERT    I'm Robert

               ADAM    You coming spiffing Robert?

               ROBERT    Yeah go on then

Robert and Adam walk away down the stairs with one another, Scotty stands confused at what he's just witnessed, Scotty then takes a look around upstairs to see if he recognises anyone. He can hear groups of people in various rooms however the doors are closed and he doesn't want to open them out of fear of embarrassing himself.

Feeling defeated Scotty is close to heading home until he notices two doors in front of him leading to a balcony with a garden table and chairs that looks out over the garden. Sensing peace Scotty walks towards it with the intention of finishing his drink, doing a little bit of writing on his phone then heading home.

When Scotty walks out onto the Balcony he notices a woman with long black hair and olive skin, she's wearing a red and white striped crop top with a pair of light blue denim levis jeans and a pair of white Gucci trainers. Scotty turns around to walk away but she notices him first.

               JANE    Hey, you okay?

Scotty has panic's a little bit where he's standing, he then puts his right arm in the air with his thumb up to point it backwards

               SCOTTY    Yeah fine, Sorry I'll leave you I didn't know you were out here.

Jane laughs

               JANE    It's okay, come and sit down I was starting to get bored sat here on my own

               SCOTTY    Your sure?

Jane Laughs again

               JANE    Yes come on!

               SCOTTY    Yeah alright, sorry

Scotty goes to sit down next to Jane and places his cup onto the garden table in-between them

   I'm Scotty by the way

               JANE    Is that your real name?

Both jane and Scotty are now looking directly at each other, loud music can still be heard coming from downstairs however it's not as loud as it was when Scotty first walked into the house. Teenagers are scattered across the garden in front of them, one group in the corner are sat in a circle smoking weed and discussing conspiracy theories.

two teenagers standing next to them are talking about university, and three teenagers standing next to them are books. all three of them are smartly dressed reminding Scotty of the mix of classes in attendance of this party.

behind these three teenagers are a group of eight teenagers sat on a bench talking and laughing with one another. the rest of the garden is scattered with random groups of teenagers who come across as normal to Scotty as they are just stood their talking about ordinary things in ordinary clothes. All of them are to far from Scotty for him to hear what they are talking about.

               SCOTTY    No, It's just a nickname my mate Bobbie gave me

               JANE    Why does he call you Scotty?

               SCOTTY    Maybe I'm Scottish

               JANE    What would you prefer me to call you by?

               SCOTTY    You can call me what you like

Jane laughs. then Scotty laughs at her laughing

               JANE    Okay, then can I call you by Rommel?

               SCOTTY    Yeah go for it

Jane takes a sip of her drink, so does Scotty to try and make himself seem normal

               JANE    Who you here with Rommel?

               ROMMEL    I was with my friend Bobbie but he abandoned me the second we set foot in the house to go and speak to a girl he's been speaking to

Rommel raises his eye brows up then down and takes another sip of his whiskey

               JANE    Sounds like a great friend

               ROMMEL    He has his moments, what about you who you here with?

Jane points her left hand towards Olenna who's standing in the garden drinking and talking to two teenage boys

               JANE    My best friend Olenna, we came here together but I left her after 20 minutes of being here because I needed to get some air

               ROMMEL    How come is everything okay?

Jane looks back at Rommel

               JANE    Not really no, just some issues with my family

Rommel takes a quick sip of his whiskey then places it down on the table next to him, Jane puts her left leg over her right leg

               ROMMEL    What kind of issues?

               JANE    Well I'm a boxer and I know that's what I want to do with my life. The problem is that my parents disapprove of it because they don't think it's a job that's best suited for a woman of my class. And on top of that my best friend doesn't even believe in me, well she does now but that's only because I won my first fight tonight

Jane looks away from Rommel, he can tell that she feels overwhelmed and does his best to comfort her

               ROMMEL    Well congratulations on winning the fight, but why do your parents think that?

               JANE    Well my mother is a Judge and my Father, who has the final say in everything relating to the family is a conservative MP for Hampstead

Rommel looks at Jane in a surprised manner

               ROMMEL    Your Dad's Jackob Goldsmith?

               JANE    He is, My full name is Jane Elizabeth Hartfield-Goldsmith. Does that put you off?

               ROMMEL    Not at all I'm just surprised, I wasn't expecting to run into an MP's daughter tonight. Especially the one of Jackob Goldsmith

               JANE    Well it sound's like I've put you off, do you have something against conservatives because I'm not one! as a matter of fact I disagree with everything He's done I think he's a terrible person!

Rommel giggles a little bit to try and ease the tension of the situation

               ROMMEL    Hey, no you haven't for real It's fine. I'm not very political so it wouldn't have bothered me either way I'm just familiar with him which is why I was surprised. I'm sorry if you were offended

               JANE    No I'm sorry, I suppose I did overreact a little bit-

Rommel cuts in

               ROMMEL    A little bit?

Jane laughs at Rommel and begins to ease up and calm down

               JANE    Sorry it's just, whenever I tell people my name they instantly realise who my Father is then they automatically assume that I'm the same as him. And I'm not like that

               ROMMEL    Well I didn't, as a matter of fact to me it just sounds like your trying to be as different from your Father as possible.

Jane gives a humble smile to Rommel to thank him for his compliment

               JANE    Yes Well I suppose I am, Half the time I just wish he'd take the time to listen to me or even come to one of my fights but he's so stuck up about it that he won't even listen to me say the word "boxing". It's the same with my mother as well she practically worships everything my Father say's so it's a lost cause going to her about it.

               ROMMEL    That's really shitty sorry, how long you been keeping this a secret it ouds like it's really taken a toll on you?

Jane looks down at the ground and sighs

               JANE    About 3 years now, tonight was my first fight.

Rommel looks Jane up and down and notices that there's not a single piece of evidence that she's been boxing

               ROMMEL    There's not a scratch on you did someone break it up?

               JANE    No, I knocked her out in the first round she couldn't even lay a finger on me. Everyone was going crazy and there was a reporter from the paper taking pictures and giving interviews. It's safe to say that my secret is out, and that my boxing career is over.

Someone in the garden bellow the balcony sets off a firework into the sky letting off a loud bang which startles Jane and Rommel. They Jump up in their seats but continue on with the conversation acting as though it never happened

               ROMMEL    I wouldn't be so sure, sometimes all it takes is a demonstration of talent to change an opinion.

               JANE    I've only ever seen that sort of situation work in films, it doesn't transition well into the real world. especially with people like me.

Rommel sits up in his chair, takes the last sip of his whiskey and places it down on the garden table. He Puts his left leg over his right knee and looks at Jane

               ROMMEL    Well take me for example, I was born and raised in Brixton on a council estate ripe with crime and low lives. I never had a father and I barely had a mother because she was always out working. I had to make up my own entertainment which is when I found my passion for writing, It's all I concentrated on in school and in the end I ended up earning a scholarship to study it at university. I start in September.

Jane looks at Rommel in astonishment

   You see the point I'm trying to make is that your background can only determine who you are if you allow it to consume you. I didn't let it happen to me and here I am now, I'd say i won wouldn't you?

Jane nods her head

   Now, the way it sounds you are literally fighting for your background to not take control of you, and it also sounds like your winning. Weather or not your parents approve or not is up to them, I mean god knows mine had nothing to do with my writing career. But I carried on with it because writing is something that I enjoy doing. Which is someone you should do as well, if you enjoy boxing then don't let your parents of all people stop you from doing it

Jane carries on looking at Rommel in astonishment, for the first time in a long time Jane feels good about what she's doing and should no longer keep it a secret

               JANE    That's a good point, maybe I do just need to own up to it and accept what I'm doing. I will say you put that very well though, It's easy to to tell that your a writer.

               ROMMEL    Thanks, I was just trying to make it obvious if I'm being honest

Jane and Rommel laugh together in Sync then look forward ahead of the garden bellow them watching the fireworks explode in the air. Both of them are enjoying each others company and have no further intention to leave the balcony, without looking at each other Jane and Rommel take their hands off of the arms of their chairs and hold hands as they watch the fire works.

               JANE    You want to get away from here?

               ROMMEL    Yeah, where do you have in mind? INT. BOXING RING ROOM WITH CROWDS OF PEOPLE- NIGHT TIME

Hollie tries the right hook again but Jane blocks her then hits her with a powerful right hook to the side of the face knocking her out and sending her crashing to the floor of the ring.

The crowd cannot believe it they go crazy, louder than they were when cheering for Hollie's announcement. The referee kneels down to Hollie to check on her condition.

On the left side of the ring where Hollie feel to the ground knocked out is two black teenagers, one is looking at the ring shouting alongside the rest of the crowd with astonishment. The other is looking into the grin with wonder and a smile on his face, the first teenager looks at Him in a confused manner.

               ROBBIE    Hey Nate what you grinning at mate your meant to be cheering?

               NATE    It's not about the fight, I think I've got another idea for a film! THE END