Last night I wrote the original draft of the script so that I could take it to the meeting with James Fair. I've reproduced the first two drafts with notes here.
INT. HOUSE, Kitchen
Mark, standing-up holding a letter in his hand, look across the kitchen at Sid and Owen. His voice cracks as he begins to speak.
MIKE:
Expelled.
(beat)
What are you going to do with your lives now eh? Your Mum is distraught in there
Points to the side.
I may not be your biological Dad but I've watched you grow up, I've been there for you, I care for you two and I care for your Mother, but this,
(beat)
this,
(beat)
is tearing our family apart.
FADE TO:
INT. CAR, night
Mark brakes outside of a murky, dingy looking back alley. He opens his glove compartment and pulls out a brown bag. He grasps something beneath his shirt, tucked into his belt before opening the car door and walking out. He walks up to two men, both wearing black. He hands over the bag sheepishly.
DRUG DEALER 1:
We don't like to be kept waiting,
(beat)
next time, we won't be so lenient, make sure you remind Sid and Owen of that will ya.
FADE TO:
INT. HOUSE, corridor
Sandra opens a door.
INT. HOUSE, bedroom
It reveals empty beer cans and a few syringes. Sitting at the opposite side of the room are the twins. Sandra fights back the tears.
MUM/SANDRA:
I,
(beat)
we,
(beat)
we can't do this anymore. You have to leave, find somewhere else
INT. FLAT
Owen is at a table counting money, empty beer bottles lieing everywhere. He rolls up a set of notes with an elastic band. Sid walks through the door carrying a bag, he walks over and puts it down on the table. Owen picks it up and starts looking inside.
OWEN:
How the fuck is this gunna pay for anything? Now you've lost your job it's not as if we've got enough to help pay for this stuff, it aint cheap ya know.
SID:
'Course I know it's not fucking cheap. But it's not as if I can bring home something decent everyday, I told ya, that kinda stuff comes from house jobs at night.
EXT. PARK, day
Sitting up against the wall, Sid and Owen are both joking around, drinking. Next to them is a speaker playing "Pump It" by the Black Eyes Peas.
INT. FLAT
Owen walks in, he sees Sid lieing motionless on the floor and runs over. He kneels down beside him and starts tapping him.
OWEN:
Sid, Sid. Sid wake up.
He feels for a pulse, his face shows the look of horror. He spins round and knocks everything off the table behind him, punches the wall, kicks over a chair and then falls back into the wall, sliding down until seated, visibly sobbing.
FADE TO: BLACK, MUSIC: MAYBE TOMORROW, STEREOPHONICS
OWEN:
Mum, mum it's me. Sid's dead, he's, he's gone.
EXT. HOUSE
Owen walks down the street and up the path to his parent's house. Before he can get a chance to knock, Sandra opens the door and puts her hand to her mouth to stop the tears, before both fall into each others arms.
INT. HOUSE, KITCHEN
Sitting at a table, Owen scours the newspaper page entitled Jobs. Red rings already adourn a couple of adverts. His mum walks over and sits opposite him.
MUM/SANDRA:
I'm so proud of you ya know. It's been a tough few months for all of us, we all loved Sid dearly, but, out of this tragedy we've gained something beautiful, something I never thought we would see or have again, our son back. You kicking the drugs and making a go of your life is all I can ask for. We'll be here for you all the way. I'm so,
(beat)
so proud of you.
She smiles, before standing up and continueing.
MUM/SANDRA:
Now, want some tea?
Owen, who had stayed quiet throughout, stands up and picks up the paper.
OWEN:
I'm going to drop off my CV's first.
(beat)
thanks
He smiles and walks out of the room.
INT. OFFICE BLOCK
Sitting at his desk, he looks across to a picture of his brother and smiles, then starts working on his computer. Above his desk hangs a plaque saying "Employee of the Month" as he continues typing.
FADE TO:TITLES
Before taking this to the meeting I had already started to edit it, removing everything on from "She smiles" after Sandra's speech until "INT. OFFICE BLOCK". This was based on the fact that it served no purpose and so was a pointless waste of dialogue.
Further changes suggested was that there was too much that I had attempted to put into the 3 minutes. Obviously there's a back story, but I should try to encorporate that with them doing the drugs straight away, maybe with dialogue from the mother, father etc.
It was also said by both of us that we felt the ending was too cheesy and that the speech by the mum should come in some form by Owen.
This was my second draft
EXT. PARK, day
Sid and Owen are lieing up against a wall, empty beer cans surrounding them. They seem totally at ease with each other and their surroundings, not having to speak to enjoy the company and the moment, shown by their complete relaxation and their sharing of substances. Sid picks up a spoon and starts to light the underside. The tar on top starts to bubble.
MITCH (o.s.):
Expelled.
(beat)
What are you going to do with your lives now eh? Your mum is distraught. I may not be your biological Dad but I've watched you grow up, I've been there for you two and I care for your mother, but this
(beat)
this,
(beat)
is tearing our family apart.
Random words and phrases from this speech appear on screen over the top of the tar and each of the twins' faces as they continue to inhale the drug. The euphoria on their faces is clear, these words don't seem to effect them. Sid picks up a can and starts drinking.
DRUG DEALERS (o.s.):
Next time we won't be so lenient, make sure they pay up on time, we don't like to be kept waiting.
Pictures of Mitch coming limping through the door battered and bruised and having to be helped into a chair by a crying mum appear transparently over the top of the twins.
INSERT: PICTURES OF A BEATEN MITCH
They continue on and pick up a wooden slab layered with cocaine in a line, Sid turns away from Owen and crouches over slightly, before turning back and passing it to Owen, who gets out a bag from his pocket. Sid is seen struggling to keep his eyes open and head still, before his mum appears before him.
INT. HOUSE, BEDROOM
MUM/SANDRA:
I
(beat)
we,
(beat)
we can't do this anymore. You have to leave.
(beat)
Find somewhere else.
EXT. PARK, DAY
Sid is lieing motionless, Owen looks at him, a glazed over expression adorning his face. He reaches out a hand and pushes him slightly, but recieves no reaction. He tries to get his attention again, yet still nothing. He climbs to his feet and leans over the front of him.
OWEN (o.s.):
Mum, mum it's me. Sid's dead.
He starts slapping him on the face, and starts getting more frantic and desperate.
OWEN (O.S.):
He's, he's gone. Mum can you hear me.
He feels for a pulse and the look of realisation and horror spreads across his face.
OWEN:
No, no.
He spins round and kicks cans everywhere,
PARAMEDIC (o.s.):
Estimated time of death, 16:12.
(beat)
I'm sorry.
Continuing, he punches the wall, picks up the wooden slab and smash it down onto the floor
MUM/SANDRA (o.s.):
Can you see, can you see what this has done to us, to him.
He then falls back into the wall, sliding down until seated, visibly sobbing.
FADE TO: BLACK, MUSIC: MAYBE TOMORROW, STEREOPHONICS
OWEN (O.S.):
It's been a tough year.
EXT. CAR PARK OF A BUILDING
A car park openeing up into then exterior of the front of a building, as a few people get out of their cars.
OWEN (O.S.):
For all of us, but it did hit me hard.
INT. BUILDING, MEETING HALL
The interior looks like a simple AA style meeting, as Owen is standing in front of his chair, people circling off from him in both directions.
OWEN:
We were unseperable, which hurt us, as whenever one tried to stop, we only had to see the other to cave.
(beat)
It was a tragedy that I wish had never got to that stage, but I feel I've got to take what has happened and live my life for the both of us now. I owe him that.
FADE TO:BLACK
CLAPPING (o.s.)
TITLES
We both agreed that this version was a lot stronger, and the start impaticular works well in theory. The problem again was the ending and how cheesy it is. We talked about how this is a problem with this particular premise as Owen "loses something, but gains something as a consequence", his life back, and therefore it will go from despair to a happy ending. We discussed maybe toning this down a bit, so that Owen is shown walking into a job centre after sitting at a park bench for a while, with a cigarette, not particularly looking ecstatic but obviously with a lot more in his life than before.
We also decided on using a dingy den instead of a park for the opening scenes, so that we can project pictures across them in a dark room, to contrast with the lightness of outside later on. These changes will be made tomorrow.