Fridge
Shane might be shag tired but I am not. I sit up and light the candle.
COCK
Still in the paddling pool, still pointing south, still part of Fiend. I crawl on hands and knees over to the blue plastic of his bed and lean in curious. I place my face as close to his glory as I consider appropriate and I stare.
INT. SQUAT BEDROOM
CAMERA ON SIDE OF PADDLING POOL. AT THE FRONT OF THE SHOT WE SEE A CLOSE UP OF FIEND'S WILLY, IT TAKES UP THE LOWER THIRD OF THE SCREEN. IN THE BACKGROUND IS CLAIRE'S FACE. THE BODY AT THE FRONT ROLLS OVER IN ITS SLEEP AND THE WILLY MOVES OUT OF SHOT. FOCUS IN ON CLAIRE'S FACE. SHE RAISES AN EYEBROW AND 'COCKS' A SMILE. WE HEAR CLAUDIA'S VOICE FROM OUT OF SHOT BUT THE CAMERA STAYS WITH CLAIRE'S FACE
[CLAUDIA]
Does it smell as bad as it looks?
[CLAIRE]
I think he's gone peepee
THE CAMERA ROLLS FORWARDS PUTTING FIEND'S WILLY BACK IN SHOT AS CLAIRE SIMULTANEOUSLY MOVES HER FACE DOWN TO KEEP IT IN SHOT. THE IMAGE FLICKERS SLIGHTLY - CLAIRE'S HEAD IS ELONGATED SIDEWAYS AND HER EYES ENLARGE LIKE A JAPENESE ANIME CHARACTER. THE IMAGE FLICKS BACK TO THE NORMAL COCK/CLAIRE POINT OF VIEW.
[CLAUDIA]
Peepee? Nice.
[CLAIRE]
Does he live here?
[CLAUDIA]
No. The junkies live here.
POV - CAMERA SWINGS TO SHOW A CLOSE UP SHOT OF CLAUDIA'S BARE FEET ANGLED DOWN HER BODY. THE LENS IS SLIGHTLY FISH EYE MAKING HER HEAD APPEAR SMALL AND DISTANT
[CLAUDIA]
I'm fucking starving. No point checking out the fridge. You're lucky if there's a bottle of fucking sauce in there.
THE IMAGE FLICKERS AGAIN AND THIS TIME A LARGE BOTTLE OF TOMATO SAUCE FLASHES UP, SOON FLICKERING AWAY
[CLAUDIA CONT.]
My Mum says that poor people can't afford condiments. She hates going round my Auntie Jane's house to eat because they are so fucked up and poor that they can't even afford mother-fucking tomato sauce.
THE SAUCE FLICKERS BACK ON THE SCREEN MOMENTARILY
[CLAUDIA CONT.]
Then, she always points out how ironic it is that Auntie Dianne, who's even fucking poorer than my Auntie Jane, has a fridge that's completely fucking empty, apart from a bottle of sauce. That, is fucking irony.
CAMERA TURNS AGAIN, BACK TO THE PADDLING POOL. CLOSE UP OF FIENDS LEGS. HE IS SAT UP NOW. WE CAN JUST SEE CLAIRE SAT BEHIND HIM TO THE RIGHT OF THE SHOT.
[FIEND]
Anyone got a cigarette?
HE SHIFTS HIS BODY SO HE CAN PULL HIS TROUSERS UP THEN SNIFFS HIS FINGERS.
[FIEND CONT.]
Who fucking pissed on me
IN THE BACKGROUND WE CAN SEE ONLY THE RIGHT SIDE OF CLAIRE'S HEAD. IT PULSES AGAIN AND ELONGATES. CAMERA SWINGS AGAIN BACK TO CLAUDIA'S FEET.
[CLAUDIA]
I think Fiend went peepee on himself.
[FIEND]
Eh? You got a fag?
[CLAUDIA - IGNORING HIM]
Junkies haven't got condiments. And they definitely haven't got any food. Unless you count lemons. So at least we know that my Auntie Dianne ain't a junkie. Just fucking useless.
[FIEND]
You got a spike then? I've got some pills.
[CLAUDIA]
Ask them.
SHE NODS TOWARDS THE HALLWAY. THEN THE SAUCE FLICKERS INTO SHOT AGAIN.
[CLAUDIA CONT.]
Roller chick will probably lend you one. I'd boil it in fucking bleach though first.
[FIEND]
Got any papers then. We could try smoking these?
CAMERA PANS BACK TO FIEND AND CLAIRE. WE SEE HIM HOLDING UP A SMALL BOTTLE OF PILLS. LARGE AT THE FRONT OF SHOT WE CAN READ THE LABEL. THEY ARE ANTIBIOTICS
[CLAUDIA]
What are they? Throw them here.
THE PILLS ARE TOSSED OUT OF SHOT. FIEND TURNS ROUND AND SEES CLAIRE FOR THE FIRST TIME
[FIEND]
You Clod's sister?
ELONGATED HEAD FLICKER.
[CLAIRE - IGNORING HIM AND LOOKING AT CLAUDIA]
What are they?
THE IMAGE FLICKERS AGAIN AND A BIG BOTTLE OF ANTIBIOTICS IS FLASHED ON THE SCREEN. CLOSE UP OF CLAIRE'S FACE FLICKERING
[CLAIRE - KNOWINGLY]
Oh.
CAMERA POV IS BACK ON SIDE OF PADDLING POOL, CLOSE UP OF FIEND'S CRUTCH WITH CLAIRE'S FACE BEHIND. SHE IS STARING AT HIS WILLY AGAIN. SEQUENCE. STAY WITH THIS SHOT FLASHING UP IMAGE OF ANTIBIOTICS BRIEFLY. CAMERA TO FOCUS ON CLAIRE'S FACE AS FIEND STANDS UP AND MOVES OUT OF SHOT. CLAIRE'S HEAD ELONGATES AND HER EYES GROW LARGE. CAMERA PANS RIGHT TO CLAUDIA'S FEET, IMAGE FLICKERS AND THE SAUCE BOTTLE FLASHES UP.
FADE TO BLACK.
WE HEAR FOOTSTEPS LEAVING THE ROOM. SOUND OF A FRIDGE DOOR OPENING.
[CLAUDIA]
I fucking told you. Fucking junkies don't even have sauce.
CUT TO THE SQUAT ROOM LATER. CLOSE UP OF CANDLE AS IT FINALLY FLICKERS OUT. VERY LITTLE LIGHT IN THE ROOM. CAMERA SWINGS ROUND TO FACE DOOR AND TRACKS TOWARDS IT. SHOT CONTINUES TRACKING DOWN HALLWAY SHOWING MOSTLY THE DIRTY CARPET. AT THE END OF THIS TRACK IT SPINS RIGHT AND STOPS AT THE DOOR TO ROLLER CHICK'S ROOM. SILENCE. SHOT STAYS LIKE THIS FOR ABOUT 20 SECS. IMAGE FLICKERS AND THE IMAGE OF A BARBIE DOLL SAT AT THE SIDE OF A HOTEL POOL FLASHES UP.
INT. ROLLER CHICKS ROOM
THIS ROOM HAS MORE FURNITURE THAN THE REST OF THE SQUAT. A PROPER BED IS IN ONE CORNER NEXT TO A DRESSING TABLE WITH A MIRROR. ON THE DRESSING TABLE IS SOME MAKEUP, A PILE OF MONEY AND A USED SYRINGE. THERE IS A BLACK GUY SAT ON THE EDGE OF THE BED IN WHITE BOXERS. HE WOULD HAVE BEEN GOOD LOOKING BUT HAS LOST A LITTLE TOO MUCH WEIGHT. ROLLER CHICK IS WEARING A BRA, KNICKERS AND HER ROLLER SKATES AND IS SAT IN A CHAIR OVER NEAR THE WINDOW. THE WINDOW HAS LARGE PRINT SIXTIES STYLE CURTAINS.
[BLACK GUY]
I'm serious. They are willing to pay a two hundred deposit for the flat and the first weeks rent.
[ROLLER CHICK]
But we'd have to move out. I ain't staying here waiting for some crazy fucking 'Eye Ties' to kick the door in and fuck my shit up.
[BLACK GUY]
Then we'll have to have a contingency plan.
CAMERA POV - CLOSE UP OF ROLLER CHICK'S SKATES
[ROLLER CHICK]
Like what?
[BLACK GUY - OUT OF SHOT]
Like that lot down there.
CAMERA PANS UP. SKATES STAY IN CLOSE UP AT THE FRONT OF THE SCREEN AND WE SEE A SIMILAR FISH EYE SHOT OF ROLLER CHICK AS WE DID OF CLAUDIA EARLIER. THE IMAGE FLICKERS AND THE BARBIE DOLL FLASHES UP ON THE SCREEN.
[ROLLER CHICK]
We could stay with my Auntie Dianne. Just til we get our shit sorted out. It might help us get Becka back.
CAMERA PANS BACK OVER TO THE BED. THE BLACK GUY FALLS BACKWARDS THROWING HIS ARMS OUT LIKE HE IS TIRED AND HAS HAD ENOUGH. THE SHOT SHOWS HIS CROTCH IN CLOSE UP.
SHOT STAYS LIKE THIS FOR ABOUT 20 SECS. HE THEN LEANS HIS HEAD FORWARDS RESTING HIS CHIN ON HIS CHEST AND THE SHOT ROLLS SIDEWAYS 90 DEGREES, MIMICKING THE COCK/CLAIRE SHOT OF PREVIOUS SCENE BUT WITH HIS FACE AND BODY.
IMAGE FLICKERS AND A USED SYRINGE FLASHES UP, ITS SPIKE BENT AT AN ANGLE.
[BLACK GUY]
So I'll tell them that they can move in Saturday?
CLOSE UP OF ROLLER CHICKS SKATES, PANNING BACK UP TO FISH EYE OF HER FACE
[ROLLER CHICK]
That'll teach the prick for what he did to my puppies
THE IMAGE FLICKERS AND UP FLASHES A SHOT OF FIVE CUTE PUPPIES IN A TARTAN DOG BASKET. IMAGE FLICKERS AGAIN TO SHOW A BOTTLE OF SAUCE THEN FLICKERS AGAIN TO SHOW A CLOSE UP OF FIEND HOLDING UP A KNIFE AND FORK.
FADE TO BLACK
SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS. FRIDGE DOOR OPENING.
[BLACK GUY]
Mutha Fucka
SOUND OF FRIDGE DOOR BEING SLAMMED
Continued...
COCK
Still in the paddling pool, still pointing south, still part of Fiend. I crawl on hands and knees over to the blue plastic of his bed and lean in curious. I place my face as close to his glory as I consider appropriate and I stare.
INT. SQUAT BEDROOM
CAMERA ON SIDE OF PADDLING POOL. AT THE FRONT OF THE SHOT WE SEE A CLOSE UP OF FIEND'S WILLY, IT TAKES UP THE LOWER THIRD OF THE SCREEN. IN THE BACKGROUND IS CLAIRE'S FACE. THE BODY AT THE FRONT ROLLS OVER IN ITS SLEEP AND THE WILLY MOVES OUT OF SHOT. FOCUS IN ON CLAIRE'S FACE. SHE RAISES AN EYEBROW AND 'COCKS' A SMILE. WE HEAR CLAUDIA'S VOICE FROM OUT OF SHOT BUT THE CAMERA STAYS WITH CLAIRE'S FACE
[CLAUDIA]
Does it smell as bad as it looks?
[CLAIRE]
I think he's gone peepee
THE CAMERA ROLLS FORWARDS PUTTING FIEND'S WILLY BACK IN SHOT AS CLAIRE SIMULTANEOUSLY MOVES HER FACE DOWN TO KEEP IT IN SHOT. THE IMAGE FLICKERS SLIGHTLY - CLAIRE'S HEAD IS ELONGATED SIDEWAYS AND HER EYES ENLARGE LIKE A JAPENESE ANIME CHARACTER. THE IMAGE FLICKS BACK TO THE NORMAL COCK/CLAIRE POINT OF VIEW.
[CLAUDIA]
Peepee? Nice.
[CLAIRE]
Does he live here?
[CLAUDIA]
No. The junkies live here.
POV - CAMERA SWINGS TO SHOW A CLOSE UP SHOT OF CLAUDIA'S BARE FEET ANGLED DOWN HER BODY. THE LENS IS SLIGHTLY FISH EYE MAKING HER HEAD APPEAR SMALL AND DISTANT
[CLAUDIA]
I'm fucking starving. No point checking out the fridge. You're lucky if there's a bottle of fucking sauce in there.
THE IMAGE FLICKERS AGAIN AND THIS TIME A LARGE BOTTLE OF TOMATO SAUCE FLASHES UP, SOON FLICKERING AWAY
[CLAUDIA CONT.]
My Mum says that poor people can't afford condiments. She hates going round my Auntie Jane's house to eat because they are so fucked up and poor that they can't even afford mother-fucking tomato sauce.
THE SAUCE FLICKERS BACK ON THE SCREEN MOMENTARILY
[CLAUDIA CONT.]
Then, she always points out how ironic it is that Auntie Dianne, who's even fucking poorer than my Auntie Jane, has a fridge that's completely fucking empty, apart from a bottle of sauce. That, is fucking irony.
CAMERA TURNS AGAIN, BACK TO THE PADDLING POOL. CLOSE UP OF FIENDS LEGS. HE IS SAT UP NOW. WE CAN JUST SEE CLAIRE SAT BEHIND HIM TO THE RIGHT OF THE SHOT.
[FIEND]
Anyone got a cigarette?
HE SHIFTS HIS BODY SO HE CAN PULL HIS TROUSERS UP THEN SNIFFS HIS FINGERS.
[FIEND CONT.]
Who fucking pissed on me
IN THE BACKGROUND WE CAN SEE ONLY THE RIGHT SIDE OF CLAIRE'S HEAD. IT PULSES AGAIN AND ELONGATES. CAMERA SWINGS AGAIN BACK TO CLAUDIA'S FEET.
[CLAUDIA]
I think Fiend went peepee on himself.
[FIEND]
Eh? You got a fag?
[CLAUDIA - IGNORING HIM]
Junkies haven't got condiments. And they definitely haven't got any food. Unless you count lemons. So at least we know that my Auntie Dianne ain't a junkie. Just fucking useless.
[FIEND]
You got a spike then? I've got some pills.
[CLAUDIA]
Ask them.
SHE NODS TOWARDS THE HALLWAY. THEN THE SAUCE FLICKERS INTO SHOT AGAIN.
[CLAUDIA CONT.]
Roller chick will probably lend you one. I'd boil it in fucking bleach though first.
[FIEND]
Got any papers then. We could try smoking these?
CAMERA PANS BACK TO FIEND AND CLAIRE. WE SEE HIM HOLDING UP A SMALL BOTTLE OF PILLS. LARGE AT THE FRONT OF SHOT WE CAN READ THE LABEL. THEY ARE ANTIBIOTICS
[CLAUDIA]
What are they? Throw them here.
THE PILLS ARE TOSSED OUT OF SHOT. FIEND TURNS ROUND AND SEES CLAIRE FOR THE FIRST TIME
[FIEND]
You Clod's sister?
ELONGATED HEAD FLICKER.
[CLAIRE - IGNORING HIM AND LOOKING AT CLAUDIA]
What are they?
THE IMAGE FLICKERS AGAIN AND A BIG BOTTLE OF ANTIBIOTICS IS FLASHED ON THE SCREEN. CLOSE UP OF CLAIRE'S FACE FLICKERING
[CLAIRE - KNOWINGLY]
Oh.
CAMERA POV IS BACK ON SIDE OF PADDLING POOL, CLOSE UP OF FIEND'S CRUTCH WITH CLAIRE'S FACE BEHIND. SHE IS STARING AT HIS WILLY AGAIN. SEQUENCE. STAY WITH THIS SHOT FLASHING UP IMAGE OF ANTIBIOTICS BRIEFLY. CAMERA TO FOCUS ON CLAIRE'S FACE AS FIEND STANDS UP AND MOVES OUT OF SHOT. CLAIRE'S HEAD ELONGATES AND HER EYES GROW LARGE. CAMERA PANS RIGHT TO CLAUDIA'S FEET, IMAGE FLICKERS AND THE SAUCE BOTTLE FLASHES UP.
FADE TO BLACK.
WE HEAR FOOTSTEPS LEAVING THE ROOM. SOUND OF A FRIDGE DOOR OPENING.
[CLAUDIA]
I fucking told you. Fucking junkies don't even have sauce.
CUT TO THE SQUAT ROOM LATER. CLOSE UP OF CANDLE AS IT FINALLY FLICKERS OUT. VERY LITTLE LIGHT IN THE ROOM. CAMERA SWINGS ROUND TO FACE DOOR AND TRACKS TOWARDS IT. SHOT CONTINUES TRACKING DOWN HALLWAY SHOWING MOSTLY THE DIRTY CARPET. AT THE END OF THIS TRACK IT SPINS RIGHT AND STOPS AT THE DOOR TO ROLLER CHICK'S ROOM. SILENCE. SHOT STAYS LIKE THIS FOR ABOUT 20 SECS. IMAGE FLICKERS AND THE IMAGE OF A BARBIE DOLL SAT AT THE SIDE OF A HOTEL POOL FLASHES UP.
INT. ROLLER CHICKS ROOM
THIS ROOM HAS MORE FURNITURE THAN THE REST OF THE SQUAT. A PROPER BED IS IN ONE CORNER NEXT TO A DRESSING TABLE WITH A MIRROR. ON THE DRESSING TABLE IS SOME MAKEUP, A PILE OF MONEY AND A USED SYRINGE. THERE IS A BLACK GUY SAT ON THE EDGE OF THE BED IN WHITE BOXERS. HE WOULD HAVE BEEN GOOD LOOKING BUT HAS LOST A LITTLE TOO MUCH WEIGHT. ROLLER CHICK IS WEARING A BRA, KNICKERS AND HER ROLLER SKATES AND IS SAT IN A CHAIR OVER NEAR THE WINDOW. THE WINDOW HAS LARGE PRINT SIXTIES STYLE CURTAINS.
[BLACK GUY]
I'm serious. They are willing to pay a two hundred deposit for the flat and the first weeks rent.
[ROLLER CHICK]
But we'd have to move out. I ain't staying here waiting for some crazy fucking 'Eye Ties' to kick the door in and fuck my shit up.
[BLACK GUY]
Then we'll have to have a contingency plan.
CAMERA POV - CLOSE UP OF ROLLER CHICK'S SKATES
[ROLLER CHICK]
Like what?
[BLACK GUY - OUT OF SHOT]
Like that lot down there.
CAMERA PANS UP. SKATES STAY IN CLOSE UP AT THE FRONT OF THE SCREEN AND WE SEE A SIMILAR FISH EYE SHOT OF ROLLER CHICK AS WE DID OF CLAUDIA EARLIER. THE IMAGE FLICKERS AND THE BARBIE DOLL FLASHES UP ON THE SCREEN.
[ROLLER CHICK]
We could stay with my Auntie Dianne. Just til we get our shit sorted out. It might help us get Becka back.
CAMERA PANS BACK OVER TO THE BED. THE BLACK GUY FALLS BACKWARDS THROWING HIS ARMS OUT LIKE HE IS TIRED AND HAS HAD ENOUGH. THE SHOT SHOWS HIS CROTCH IN CLOSE UP.
SHOT STAYS LIKE THIS FOR ABOUT 20 SECS. HE THEN LEANS HIS HEAD FORWARDS RESTING HIS CHIN ON HIS CHEST AND THE SHOT ROLLS SIDEWAYS 90 DEGREES, MIMICKING THE COCK/CLAIRE SHOT OF PREVIOUS SCENE BUT WITH HIS FACE AND BODY.
IMAGE FLICKERS AND A USED SYRINGE FLASHES UP, ITS SPIKE BENT AT AN ANGLE.
[BLACK GUY]
So I'll tell them that they can move in Saturday?
CLOSE UP OF ROLLER CHICKS SKATES, PANNING BACK UP TO FISH EYE OF HER FACE
[ROLLER CHICK]
That'll teach the prick for what he did to my puppies
THE IMAGE FLICKERS AND UP FLASHES A SHOT OF FIVE CUTE PUPPIES IN A TARTAN DOG BASKET. IMAGE FLICKERS AGAIN TO SHOW A BOTTLE OF SAUCE THEN FLICKERS AGAIN TO SHOW A CLOSE UP OF FIEND HOLDING UP A KNIFE AND FORK.
FADE TO BLACK
SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS. FRIDGE DOOR OPENING.
[BLACK GUY]
Mutha Fucka
SOUND OF FRIDGE DOOR BEING SLAMMED
Continued...
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