DEAD MEN TELL NO LIES SCRIPT
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Dead Men Tell No Lies
Phone Number: 07759723118
IN THE YELLOWISH TINGE FROM THE STREET LIGHTS ASH IS SITTING ON THE ROAD SIGN AT THE END OF THE ROAD FINISHING THE LAST FEW DRAGS OF HIS SPLIFF BLOWING SMOKE RINGS AS HE EXHALES. HE LOOKS AT HIS WATCH AND WHEN HE LOOKS BACK UP HE SEE’S A WELL DRESSED MAN IN HIS MID TO LATE THIRTIES ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD ON HIS MOBILE PHONE. ASH THROWS THE ROACH TO THE FLOOR AND STEPS ON IT EXTINGUISHING IT BELOW HIS TRAINER. AS THE MAN PASSES WHERE ASH IS SAT, ASH DECIDES FOLLOWS THE WELL DRESSED MAN DOWN THE ROAD AND PULLS A KNIFE FROM HIS POCKET OF HIS BLACK HOODED TOP AND RUNS UP BEHIND THE MAN.
BRANDISHING THE KNIFE IN HIS HAND MENACINGLY, THE BLADE GLINTING IN THE LIGHT FROM THE STREET LIGHTS
Give me your fuckin’ money and phone or i’ll stab you.
Fuck off, you haven’t got the bottle!
HOLDING THE KNIFE WITH A CLENCHED FIST HE PUNCHES THE MAN IN THE FACE.
I said give me your shit! Prick!
STAMMERING HIS WORDS WITH FEAR
T..take th..them, jus..just don’t k..k..kill me!!
HURRIEDLY TAKING THE MAN’S POSSESSIONS, HE PUNCHES THE MAN TO THE GROUND, KICKING HIM IN THE TORSO AND STAMPING ON HIS HEAD.
Pussy!! That’s my shit now. You cunt!
ASH RUNS OFF INTO THE DARKNESS LEAVING THE MAN UNCONSCIOUS ON THE GROUND AND BLEEDING ON THE FLOOR.
2 1100 ASH’S BEDROOM INT
ASH IS SLEEPING IN HIS BED, ONE OF HIS FEET STICKING OUT FROM UNDER HIS QUILT. HIS ROOM MESSY AND DIMLY LIT, AN ASHTRAY OVERFLOWING WITH CIGARETTE BUTTS AND SPLIFF ENDS SITS ON THE BEDSIDE TABLE NEXT TO A PACKET OF CIGARETTES, A LIGHTER AND A LITTLE BAG WITH THE SMALLEST AMOUNT OF SKUNK IN IT. EMPTY BEER CANS STREWN OVER THE FLOOR AND ON TOPS OF CUPBOARDS. THE RADIO IS PLAYING SOFTLY IN THE BACKGROUND. HIS MOBILE RINGS, AWAKENING HIM.
Umm....hello..who is it...?
Mornin’ Ashley...You got my money av ya?
Shut it you little shit bag!! You get my money to me by 2pm or your life ain't worth livin’! Do i make myself clear Ashley?
Crystal Dave. I’ll see you at two with your dolla.
Good lad. It best be all there this time Ash, you know what happened last time, you wouldn’t want that again would you?
GULPS WITH FEAR, KNOWING THAT DAVE WOULD BEAT HIM SO BAD THAT HE WOULD BE HOSPITALISED AGAIN.
Anything but that Dave, six weeks i spent recovering in that hospital, it’s lucky i didn’t catch MRSA while i was there.
Maybe you should have, then you would have died and the world would have one less scumbag junkie in it!
DAVE HANGS UP ON THE PHONE.
SITTING ON HIS BED TREMBLING, HE REACHES FOR THE PACKET OF CIGARETTES ON THE BEDSIDE TABLE AND TAKES ONE FROM THE PACK, FINGERS FUMBLING TO PULL ONE OUT OF THE PACKET. HIS HANDS SHAKING AS HE TRIES TO LIGHT THE CIGARETTE HE LOOKS AT THE CLOCK WHILE TAKING A LONG DRAG ON HIS CIGARETTE.(VO)How the fuck am I goin’ to get two grand by two o’clock?
ASH SLAMS THE FRONT DOOR BEHIND AS HE LEAVES HIS HOUSE, HE TURNS HIS COLLAR UP HIS COAT TRYING TO BLOCK OUT THE COLD AND WIND OF AUTUMN.
ASH BEGINS WALKING TOWARDS THE LOCAL SHOP WITH A CASH POINT OUTSIDE, AS HE APPROACHES HE SEEs A MAN WITHDRAWING MONEY FROM THE CASH MACHINE, RUNNING TOWARDS THE MALE HE PUNCHES HIM IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD KNOCKING OF HIS FEET AND TAKING THE NOTES THAT HAVE BEEN DISPENSED FORM THE CASH MACHINE, BYSTANDERS LOOKING ON IN AWE AND SHOCK OF WHAT IS HAPPENING AS HE RUNS OFF OUT OF THE CAR PARK AND OUT OF SIGHT.
AS ASH LEANS AGAINST THE A WALL HE PRODUCES A ROLL OF MIXED NOTES AND BEGINS TO COUNT THEM MIXING THE NOTES WITH THE MONEY THAT HE HAS STOLEN FROM THE MAN AT THE CASH MACHINE. A WAD OF NOTES ALREADY IN HIS HAND AS HE COUNTS THEM.
1000...1200...1400...1500...1700...SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! I’m still 300 notes short.
JUST THEN ASH REMEMBERS HE IS CARRYING THE PHONE THAT HE STOLE FROM THE MAN THE PREVIOUS NIGHT.
ASH TAKES THE PHONE FROM HIS POCKET AND LOOKS AT IT
Maybe I can pay Dave off with this phone?
ASH LOOKS AT HIS WATCH IT DISPLAYS ONE O’CLOCK
Shit I’ve only got an hour to meet him.
DAVE’S CAR IS PARKED IN A SMALL SECCULDED CAR PARK IN THE MIDDLE OF A MIDDLE CLASS HOUSING ESTATE WAITING FOR ASH TO TURN UP. ASH WALKS APPREHENSIVELY TOWARDS DAVE’S CAR.
DAVE SHOUTS THROUGH THE DRIVERS SIDE WINDOW.
You’re late Ash! You better have my money!
There’s a small problem there Dave,bu....
INTERRUPTS WITH ANGER AND MENACING IN HIS VOICE, HIS EYES GLARING AT ASH.
What the fuck Ash, you making a monkey out of me? You know what happened last time!People learn form mistakes except you!
ASH LOOKING SHEEPISHLY AT THE FLOOR, DIVERTING HIS EYES AWAY FROM DAVE’S UNCOMFORTABLE GLARE. HIS FEET SHUFFLING LIKE A NAUGHTY SCHOOL BOY IN FRONT OF A HEAD TEACHER.
Explain yourself this time you scumbag! There better a be good reason why you can’t get MY money! money that YOU owe me!
STRUGGLING TO GET HIS WORDS OUT.
Dave look I’ve got 1700 of it, and I’ve got this phone to cover the other three...
...I’ll tell you what its worth not you! Give it here!
ASH PASSES THE PHONE THROUGH THE CAR WINDOW, DAVE PLAYS AROUND WITH THE PHONE WHILE ASH TRIES TO EXPLAIN WHY HE HAS THE PHONE.
It’s the latest model, you know like only out a week or so. It’s got an 8 meg camera on the phone, it’s almost new!
Almost is the right word. It’s new for you but this is tracked by the Lost Phone Finder App! YOU PRICK! Who ever you got this phone off can track me down with, the Feds could be on their way here right now! You Twat!
DAVE TURNS THE KEY IN THE IGNITION AND THEN THOWS THE PHONE AT ASH. AS HE REVERSES THE CAR FROM THE PARKING BAY HE SHOUTS AT ASH
You fucking prick, your a fucking liability! Your a dead man walking! I’ll let you off with the 300 quid don’t you ever come near me again or I’ll kill you, you know I will.
AS DAVE’S CAR SPEEDS OF IN A CLOUD OF SMOKE FROM THE EXHAUST ASH PICKS THE PHONE UP AND AND REMOVES THE BATTERY.
How can they track it if it’s turned off?
JUST THEN ASH HEARS SIRENS COMING FROM THE MAIN ROAD. HE DROPS THE PHONE ON THE GROUND AND RUNS TOWARDS A PATH THAT LEADS HIM THROUGH THE FIELDS AND UP TO A FLIGHT OF STAIRS TAKING UP TO ANOTHER MAIN ROAD, WITHOUT LOOKING ASH RUNS ACROSS THE ROAD. AS HE MAKES IT TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD HE IS HIT BY A CAR.
ASH FINDS HIMSELF IN A PURE WHITE EMPTY ROOM, LIGHTS BLINDING HIS EYES,A MAN IN A WHITE SUITE APPROACHES HIM.
I work for the big man Ashley, you shouldn’t be here.
I’ve already explained to Dave about the situation
That’s not who I’m talking about Ashley. Your family will be disappointed when they hear the news.
Quite the opposite, your in Heaven. But like I said you shouldn’t be here. You are a bad man Ashley.
I should be alive what happened to me?
You were hit by a car when you were trying to escape the police. If you had taken your punishment like a real man and repented you would still be alive.
What can I do to go back? How do I get back to earth?
There is nothing that you can do Ashley, and you can’t stay here!
I think you know where you will be going.
A PHONE RINGS IN THE DISTANCE, ASH OPENS HIS EYE’S AND PATS HIMSELF DOWN REALISING THAT IT WAS ALL A DREAM, THAT HE WAS NOT HEAVEN OR HELL BUT IN FACT IN HIS OWN BED. HE PICKS UP A CIGARETTE FROM THE BEDSIDE TABLE AND LIGHTS IT. THE PHONE RINGS AGAIN AS HE CLIMBS OUT OF HIS BED HE TAKES THE STOLEN MOBILE OUT OF HIS COAT AND THE NUMBER COMES UP AS “HOME”. ASH CANCELS THE CALL AND TURNS THE PHONE OFF AND GOES BACK TO SLEEP RELIEVED THAT HE KNOWS HE IS SAFE.