This is the 3rd and final draft of the script, with the change of the ending suggested with the last script. I have also taken out the paramedic line as it doesn't compliment the emotional dialogue from the mother or add anything to the overall script, it merely enforces the fact that Sid is dead.

INT. FLAT

Sid and Owen are lieing up against a graffiti-wrecked, sheet-covered wall on top of a stained and askew mattress; empty beer cans and belts surround them next to a table with an old TV. Random beams from out-of-sight windows cut into their faces in a severely under-lit room. They have a rough, tatty demeanour with scruffy hair and stubble; wearing ripped jeans, dirty boots and wrecked hoodies. 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 (a flashback) appear projected over the over the top of the tar and each of the brothers' 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 (another flashback) appear transparently projected over the top of the brothers in a stop-motion style.

INSERT: PICTURES OF A BEATEN MITCH

Undeterred, or without a clue of what is actually happening in their current state, they continue with their binge. Owen picks up a syringe and injects the heroin from the spoon into it, he then tightens a belt around his bicep and pumps his arm, with Sid also doing the same. Owen slides back down the wall until he's flat on the mattress.

INSERT: P.O.V. FOOTAGE

MUM/SANDRA:

I
(beat)
we,
(beat)
we can't do this anymore. You have to leave.
(beat)
Find somewhere else.

This is another flashback that again appears projected over the top of Owen, whilst the sound of a syringe hits the floor (O.S.)

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. Audio of future dialogue are played over the top of the current images.

OWEN (O.S.):

Mum, mum it's me. Sid's dead.

He starts slapping him on the face, and tries to open his eyes.

OWEN (O.S.):

He's, he's gone. Mum can you hear me.

He feels for a pulse and the look of realisation starts to appear, slowly, as he's still being controlled by the drug, he sits against the wall, and puts his hands to his mouth, looking directly forward, not blinking.

MUM/SANDRA (O.S.):

Can you see, can you see what this has done to us, to him.

The body that was next to him slowly disappears, leaving just Owen sitting their, staring forward.

FADE TO: BLACK, MUSIC: MAYBE TOMORROW, STEREOPHONICS

The black screen starts to get lighter, and then fills with a smart blue and white striped shirt, and slowly reveals more and more of a presentable Owen as he walks towards the door, opens it and turns, leaving just the brightness of the outside world, a sunny, clear-sky day.

EXT. PARK BENCH, DAY

Owen is still in his smart attire, but looks nervous and out of his comfort zone. He's twisting a cigarette between his fingers whilst glancing at his watch every few seconds. He's fidgeting excessively, playing with his hands and bouncing his legs up and down. He gives his watch one last look, takes a deep breath and stands up and starts walking down a park path. A Job-Centre comes into view.

FADE TO: BLACK

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