Sharing my latest writing project: It is about a British gangster boss, his life in and out of the job, peddling drugs and sex. He shares his “crown” with four others, dividing London up by location: North, East, South and West. Meeting weekly with the other bosses to sort whatever needs sorting. Thinking this could be a BRITISH series or one off movie. You don’t actually see many about real British modern gangsters, how it can be passed down and the mob mentality of true bosses. Yeah it is only a few pages. But you can see where it is going.
SCRIPT FOR FILM:
FADE UP TO THE MUSIC – TASTE by TYGA (FT. OFFSET)
INT – SCENE 1: Smoky dark underground club – Night – Men are stood against the wall as women dance on strip poles and in cages.
CUTS to a waitress carrying a tray through the crowd, following her, through the music, through doors, the music FADES the further along she goes down the hall, until you can barely hear it. It abruptly stops as she enters into the bright light of a restaurant, you can hear noise of many people talking (it’s busy), she continues through the restaurant, through another set of doors, down stairs, to a basement, where she stands as four men are sat around a large black table.
CUTS to one of the men who nods to her (MARCOS).
CUTS to her smiling
CUTS to her placing the tray at the centre of the table
CUTS to another man taking out a wad of twenty pound notes (VALENTINO), you see her hands as she takes it, cuts to her pudding the money in her bra, smiling and nodding.
CUTS to her kissing the man who paid her (VALENTINO) on the cheek.
CUTS to him smiling as he takes his double shot of whiskey and takes a shot.
CUTS to his hands putting the whiskey down, his hands are full of gold and silver rings, his knuckles look bruised.
CAMERA PANS INTO VALENTINO’s FACE as he talks:
(Calmly) Sorry? (Louder, exasperated) SORRY? Check out this guy… You knew what you signed up for… yet you take money out of my pocket so you can try what you’re supposed to sell. How is that good for business? How is SORRY going to pay me back?
CAMERA STAYS ON VALENTINOS FACE
Please. I will pay you back – with interest. Please, no more, please.
VALENTINO BRINGS A CIGERETTE TO HIS MOUTH, TAKES A PUFF THEN BLOWS OUT THE SMOKE
(Laughs, settling on a smile) Now what kind of boss would I be, If I simply let you walk. You’ve taken the piss outta me. Do I want everyone taking the piss? (STARING STRAIGHT DOWN THE CAMERA) Do I want people going – oh look there’s Valentino, he don’t care about his stash being used, he don’t care, so lets take the piss. Do you know what comes after that? Hmm? Do you? (says slowly, deliberately nods) Challenge. With it? War. Now my associates here, would not appreciate a weak leader, would you fellas.
CUTS TO THREE MEN STILL SEATED, SMILING. NOT SAYING A WORD.
CUT TO VALENTINO as he takes another drag of his cigarette. He stares for a few moments.
Nah, untie him, you can go.
CAMERA STAYS ON VALENTINO AS YOU HEAR ROPES BEING UNDONE, CAMERA SLIGHTLY PANS OUT AS YOU SEE THE BACK OF A OLDER SCRUFFY TEENAGER, HE LOOKS AT VALENTINO WHO MOTIONS TO THE STAIRS, THEN TURNS TO THE OTHERS LAUGHING.
Cut to the teenager running as fast as he can up the stairs until you only see feet.
SCENE 2: OUTSIDE THE CLUB, NIGHT.
CUTS TO OUTSIDE, THE TEENAGER STARTS WALKING TO THE TRAIN STATION WHEN A MOPED PULLS UP BESIDE HIM. TWO PEOPLE WITH BLACK HELMETS TURN.
CUTS TO THE BACK OF THE OLDER TEENAGER, YOU CAN SEE THE PASSENGER ON THE MOPED RAISE A HANDGUN SHOOT HIM FOURS TIMES, THEN THEY TAKE OFF QUICKLY DOWN A SIDE STREET. OLDER TEENAGER COLLAPSES.
IT STARTS TO RAIN AS THE CAMERA PANS FROM THE TOP VIEW OF THE DEAD TEENAGER, HE STARES AT THE SKY AS A PASSER BY RUNS TO HIM AND BRINGS OUT THEIR MOBILE.
SCENE 3: IN THE BASEMENT – NIGHT
VALENTINO – Still smoking ends, he is on the phone call.
Thanks. Great news.
CUTS TO PHONE CALL ENDING, THE NUMBER READS: H1
He turns to the other three men and sits back down.
Now where were we.