“Another
Long Night…”
Written
by
Dominick
Yambao
FADE IN:
EXT. CITY – NIGHT
Establishing shot
INT. /EXT. COURIER’S CAR – NIGHT
A COURIER shrouded in a black coat proceeds
to his car as he carries a black suitcase handcuffed to his wrist. He places
the suitcase in the back seat of his car and enters the driver seat, setting
his hat aside. The COURIER prepares to start his car but looks away at the
black suitcase, and contemplates on its dark contents; the COURIER turns backs
to the front and starts the engine of his car.
EXT. BRISTOL/ALLEYWAY – EARLY MORNING
A cautious DETECTIVE walks down the
alleyway, slightly limping as he approaches the CLIENT. The CLIENT looks to his
right and turns back to the DETECTIVE.
CLIENT
Were
you followed?
DETECTIVE
Can’t
say I know for sure.
So…
what do you need?
CLIENT gives
DETECTIVE a photo of COURIER, turns around in caution briefly
CLIENT
An
old friend of mine is missing.
The DETECTIVE takes the photo and analyses
the image, looks to CLIENT and nods.
DETECTIVE
Where
did you last see him?
CLIENT
My
house, he was kicked out
Of
his own place, over due rent.
DETECTIVE begins
folding photo
DETECTIVE
How
long has he been gone?
CLIENT
Three
days.
DETECTIVE places photo in his suit pocket.
EXT. BRISTOL/ANOTHER ALLEYWAY – NIGHT
COURIER steps down the stairs
DETECTIVE
Any
idea where he might be?
CLIENT
No,
he always leaves at
Night
and comes back in
The
middle of the day.
HITMAN quietly follows after the COURIER
CLIENT
(CONT’D)
And
he always carries a black
Suitcase
whenever he goes out.
DETECTIVE
Does
he have a night job?
CLIENT
He
hasn’t been employed for
COURIER stops and turns around briefly and
proceeds to walk away
CLIENT
(CONT’D)
Years, but there are rumours
Going
around that he’s been
In
and out of places
Around
the city.
HITMAN quickly tails after the COURIER with
a gun concealed behind him
DETECTIVE
What
kind of places?
CLIENT
Shops,
factories, hotels,
You
name it, but he always
Mentioned
THE GOLDEN JACKAL
COURIER hears a gun cocking and notices the
HITMAN and surrenders the suitcase, begging for his life.
DETECTIVE
The
pub, been there once
Didn’t
like their chips
Alright,
if you have
Anything
else, give me a call…
COURIER gazes at
the gun aiming right at him
DETECTIVE
(CONT’D)
I’m
on the case.
BANG.
