LIVING ROOM OF A HOUSE - LATE NIGHT / EARLY MORNING
The lights are out and all is quiet. Then we see a torchlight outside the house, and we hear, from the direction of the torchlight: NICHOLAS: (O/S whispering urgently) Sssh! BRENDON: (O/S whispering urgently) What did I fuckin' do that you're sssh-ing me? NICHOLAS: (O/S whispering) You're ... I don't know ... making noise ... BRENDON: (O/S) Christ! It's called breathing. NICHOLAS: (O/S whispering) Well, stop doing it. It's freaking me out. Someone'll hear you. BRENDON: (O/S) There's nobody home dumbass. We've been casing the place all afternoon. Just calm down and hold the torch. The torchlight is obviously being handed from BRENDON to NICHOLAS. The torchlight now shakes uncontrollably with NICHOLAS' nerves. BRENDON: For Chrissakes, hold the fucking thing still. The torchlight calms down a bit and is finally as still as it's going to be - and pointed away from Brendon and the window. BRENDON: Think you could maybe shine it over here? NICHOLAS: Oh ... sorry. BRENDON starts jemmying the window open. NICHOLAS: (O/S) You know, just because we didn't see anyone doesn't mean there's nobody home. BRENDON: (O/S) Unless they're fucking weird and cook, eat and shit in the dark, there's nobody friggin' home. Beat. BRENDON: (O/S) Ok? NICHOLAS: (O/S nervously) OK. BRENDON starts to open the window slowly. NICHOLAS: (O/S panicking) Oh, shit. BRENDON puts his head through the gap. He is a scruffy young man with cliche burglar's beanie, long sleeve black t-shirt up to his neck, black gloves, a bag into which he puts the jemmy etc. BRENDON: Give me the torch. NICHOLAS: You're not going to shine it inside are you? BRENDON: No, you dipstick. I'm going to enter a house I've never seen before in complete darkness, and play pin the tail on the fucking burglar so I can fall over and break my neck! Just give me the fucking torch and follow me. NICHOLAS hands BRENDON the torch. BRENDON enters the room first and shines the torch around. We see photos on the walls, and on the tables, a vase of flowers, some furniture ... a feeling of 'old' as opposed to 'young'. NICHOLAS is climbing through the window - he is dressed in clothes more suitable for a night out at a club. And he is very, very nervous. He is half way through the window when he stops. NICHOLAS: Brendon, let's just get out of here. I've got a bad feeling about this. BRENDON: Get in here. Now. END OF FIRST PAGE |