Flame2

Flame

By

Richard Lackey

Richard Lackey Trevone Cottage

4A Main Rd

St James

Cape Town

7945

1 OPENING SEQUENCE 1

C.U. A RECORD SPINS ON AN OLD TURNTABLE.

BBC RADIO DJ 1

So do you remember when music

came on those plastic discs we

called records?

BBC RADIO DJ 2

I do.

CUT TO

2 INT. RECORDING STUDIO 2

C.U. WRACK SHOT OF A BANK OF MOTORIZED FADERS MOVING.

BBC RADIO DJ 1

It was a dark age before tape,

CD’s, mp3’s and your bloody ipod.

X.C.U. A GUITAR JACK IS PLUGGED INTO AN AMP.

BBC RADIO DJ 2

Yeah, and if you wanted anything

even slightly obscure or rare,

you actually had to order from

the record company, and wait six

weeks for the thing to arrive.

It came all wrapped in plastic.

CUT IN VARIOUS C.U. SHOTS IN STUDIO - DESK - AMPS - DRUMS

- GUITAR - STUDIO RACKS - LIGHTS AND DISPLAYS

BBC RADIO DJ 1

Magic.

If you were lucky it was still in

one piece.

BBC RADIO DJ 2

And then you’d have your friends

round after school for the whole

week to listen to it over and

over again.

BBC RADIO DJ 1

I loved vinyl, I still do,

sometimes I wish it would make a

comeback... but then you can’t

just press a button and add it to

your itunes library, or download

it from a website.

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 2.

BBC RADIO DJ 1 (cont’d)

With tape we unleashed a beast,

you could make a copy and give it

to your friend, and he could make

a copy, and granted, it sounded

crap by then but hey, it’s free

isn’t it?

(They laugh)

The radio DJ’s fade out.

CUT TO

3 INT. CAFE, BRIGHTON -- DAY 3

TREVOR LAWRENCE is sipping a cappuccino, downloading a new

track from Pirate Bay. He has his headphones on and is

moving his head to the rythm of some tune playing on his

ipod. At his side is a DJ bag of records.

He opens a new browser tab, and checks his email. He

receives one from Flame Records Inc. of London about a job

interview. This is the message he has been waiting for,

but the interview is in three hours.

His cellphone rings and he answers.

H.R. LADY

Hello, is this Mr. Lawrence?

TREVOR LAWRENCE

Yeah, it is.

Trevor starts to throw his things into his backpack.

H.R. LADY

I’m calling from Flame Records.

I’d like to thank you for sending

us your credentials. Mr.

Robertson would like to see you

today.

TREVOR LAWRENCE

Yeah... thanks, I just received

your mail.

H.R. LADY

So can I tell him to expect you?

Trevor checks his wristwatch.

TREVOR LAWRENCE

I’m on my way.

3.

4 EXT. CAFE, BRIGHTON -- MOMENTS LATER 4

TREVOR LAWRENCE runs out of the cafe nearly knocking over

an old lady. He runs for Brighton station.

CUT TO

5 EXT. KENSINGTON GARDENS, BANDSTAND -- DAY 5

KATY ROBERTSON is waiting impatiently by the bandstand. It

is early on a cold and windy autumn morning. The sun

breaks through the overcast skies. The sound of the birds

can be heard over the low hum of London traffic on a

Monday morning and the golden carpet of leaves on the

ground is swept up by the breeze. Katy takes a look at her

wrist watch

CUT TO

6 INT. VICTORIA STATION -- DAY 6

TREVOR LAWRENCE pushes past the other passengers and steps

off the train from Brighton onto the platform. He stops to

check his watch before walking briskly towards the

Victoria Street exit.

7 INT. VICTORIA STATION, UNDERGROUND -- MOMENTS LATER 7

TREVOR LAWRENCE is almost tripping down the stairs. He

tries in vain to get the ticket reader to accept his

ticket and finally jumps over the turnstile and makes a

run for the Victoria Line as a couple guards make chase.

Trevor pushes his way through a group of tourists and the

guards loose sight of him in the sea of faces.

8 INT. VICTORIA UNDERGROUND, PLATFORM -- MOMENTS LATER 8

TREVOR LAWRENCE rounds the corner onto the platform,

glancing behind him for any sign of the guards. He’s safe.

The train approaches.

CUT TO

9 INT. OFFICE, FLAME RECORDS INC. -- DAY 9

MR. ROBERTSON is sitting at his desk, a stack of paperwork

sits on the desk before him. His walls are covered with

gold and silver colored records and CD’s in fancy cases.

He glances at his wall clock before picking up the C.V. of

one Trevor Lawrence. His phone rings and he picks up on

speakerphone.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 4.

LAWYER

Hi Jim.

MR ROBERTSON

Hi. So this is it?

CUT TO

10 INT. ELEVATOR, FLAME RECORDS INC. -- DAY 10

The elevator doors open and THREE SUITS carrying

briefcases enter. We see only their shoes and briefcases.

They press the button for the top floor. The doors close.

We continue to hear the phone conversation.

LAWYER

I’m afraid so. We needed to sign

them today Jim, today was the day

and it’s fallen through for good

this time. They had a better

offer.

MR ROBERTSON

Shit.

LAWYER

Yes.

11 INT. OFFICE, FLAME RECORDS. -- DAY 11

MR ROBERTSON is sitting back in his chair staring blankly

at the ceiling. He’s still speaking to his lawyer.

MR ROBERTSON

Shit.

MR. ROBERTSON begins typing a message on his cellphone.

MR ROBERTSON (cont’d)

How much time do we have?

CUT TO

12 EXT. KENSINGTON GARDENS, BANDSTAND -- DAY 12

KATY ROBERTSON gently clears the leaves in front of her

with small shuffles of her feet. Hands in her pockets and

her face nuzzled into her warm scarf to keep warm, her

mobile phone vibrates in her pocket as it receives a

message. Hesitantly she takes out her phone and reads the

text.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 5.

MR ROBERTSON

SMS message....Sorry Katy, not

going to make it this morning,

call you later.

The phone conversation continues:

LAWYER

Not long. I think the press have

got wind of it already.

KATY rolls her eyes and sighs, putting her phone back into

her pocket she briskly makes her way out of the bandstand

and across the park to Kensington high street.

We hear the conversation continuing.

MR ROBERTSON

Shit.

LAWYER

Ok. Well, if you can think of

anything, the shareholders aren’t

going to absorb this loss

anymore. We need to give them

something real, concrete, you

know?

MR ROBERTSON sighs.

LAWYER (cont’d)

I’ll call you later.

CUT TO

13 INT. TUBE TRAIN, VICTORIA LINE -- DAY 13

TREVOR LAWRENCE is standing in a crowded tube coach trying

to steady himself with each jostling movement of the

train. He looks at the people around him.

The train approaches Kensington high street station.

Trevor stands. The train stops and the doors open. The

passengers disembark and Trevor steps onto the platform

looking for the exit.


The THREE SUITS stand waiting. A large LED display above

the door indicates thier progress.

6.

15 EXT. KENSINGTON HIGH STREET - DAY 15

KATY ROBERTSON crosses the road and reaches the entrance

to High street Kensington Tube station. Stepping out of

the way of the flow of travelers, she stops at a newspaper

stall and notices a newspaper headline: J ROBERTSON IN

CRISIS? She buys the newspaper. Tucking the paper under

her arm she joins the flow of people making their way into

the station and disappears out of shot.

16 INT. HIGH STREET KENSINGTON TUBE STATION -- DAY 16

TREVOR LAWRENCE stands by the exit turnstile,

apprehensively looking at the ticket slot, holding his

ticket. He inserts it into the slot slowly, it sucks it

out of his fingers.

He waits.

The machine spits out his ticket. Trevor tries again.

TREVOR LAWRENCE

(under his breath) Damn it!

Just take the bloody ticket!

Once again, the machine returns his ticket with a defiant

electronic buzz of contempt.

TREVOR LAWRENCE (cont’d)

(looks around him) Here we

go again.

TREVOR LAWRENCE jumps over the turnstile and makes a run

for the stairs. The guards once again make chase.


The elevator doors open and the men step out into a fancy

reception area.

18 INT. HIGH STREET KENSINGTON TUBE STATION, STAIRWELL -- DAY

18

KATY ROBERTSON is walking down the stairs. Trevor is

running up the stairs and trips falling flat on his face

at her feet. The guards are not far behind, shouting at

him.

KATY ROBERTSON

(slightly shocked)

Are you alright there?

(whilst reaching out her

hand)

here lets get you up...

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 7.

Guards arrive at the bottom of the stairwell shouting.

TREVOR LAWRENCE

I’ve got to run.

KATY ROBERTSON

(looking Trevor in the eye

and smiling at him as he

stands facing her)

No problem.

(with a confused look at the

guards)

Are they after you?

The guards seem to have given up as they didn’t run up the

stairs. Katy looks up at Trevor and then at the guards.

19 EXT. HIGH STREET KENSINGTON TUBE STATION, BUS STOP -- DAY

19

TREVOR LAWRENCE see’s his bus across the street and makes

a run for it. Before he reaches the opposite side, another

bus pulls out and hits him to the ground. His records fly

out onto the pavement and some smash.

Katy runs out across the street, but stops mid traffic.

She grabs what’s left of Trevor’s records and puts them in

his bag.

CUT TO

20 INT. OFFICE, FLAME RECORDS INC. -- DAY 20

The three men walk into MR ROBERTSON’S office. MR

ROBERTSON stays seated and does not look well.

MR ROBERTSON siezes up and collapses off his chair. His

secretary and her assistant rush into the office.

CUT TO

21 EXT. HIGH STREET KENSINGTON TUBE STATION, BUS STOP -- DAY

21

TREVOR LAWRENCE is unconscious and a group of onlookers

draw around him.

22 INT. HOSPITAL ACCIDENT AND EMERGENCY WARD -- DAY 22

TREVOR LAWRENCE wakes up to a bright white light, his eyes

adjust to the light and he realizes where he is. He has no

recollection of the accident. He begins to feel the pain

in his body, and his head.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 8.

At the foot of the bed two nurses dressed in blue scrubs

are conversing. One of them is glancing at a green

medicine card and the other is looking at Trevor.

TREVOR LAWRENCE

(with a pained expression)

What happened? ...my head..

NURSE THOMPSON

The Doctor will be in to see you

shortly. Just try to relax.

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