Drug squad
By Bethany Hirons
Black Screen , with white words appearing letter by letter. The words spell "Drug Squad"
Int. Bedroom – The morning
Shot 1: Guy MCkenzie
Ext. Forrest - Midday
Walking through the forrest looking around worryingly, frantically searching for STella.
Int . Kitchen - Morning
Making a cup of tea and still looking around happily, looking very happy with himself. He is stirring his tea but then looking into the spoon to check his own reflection in the mirror.
Int. Kitchen - Night
Pan down of a knife, looking down it slowly with blood dripping. No movement of anybody around the area at all, however, The blood is dripping in slow motion.
Int. Bedroom - The morning
Guy Mckenzie brushing his teeth to the rhymn of the beat, dancing around the room. He is constantly looking at the white of his teeth.
Int. Kitchen - Night
Slams down a whiskey bottle, baggy eyes, looking very exhausted. He almost callapses onto his very messy sides, then falls backwards.
Int. Bedroom - The morning
Pulling his head up from rinsing his face in the sink. Direct match to the earlier shot to show the differences between his character. He is very bright eyed, hair done nicely, he is very happy with the way he looks
Int. Plain Room
Walking through the forrest looking around worryingly, frantically searching for STella.
Int . Kitchen - Morning
Making a cup of tea and still looking around happily, looking very happy with himself. He is stirring his tea but then looking into the spoon to check his own reflection in the mirror.
Int. Kitchen - Night
Pan down of a knife, looking down it slowly with blood dripping. No movement of anybody around the area at all, however, The blood is dripping in slow motion.
Int. Bedroom - The morning
Guy Mckenzie brushing his teeth to the rhymn of the beat, dancing around the room. He is constantly looking at the white of his teeth.
Int. Kitchen - Night
Slams down a whiskey bottle, baggy eyes, looking very exhausted. He almost callapses onto his very messy sides, then falls backwards.
Int. Bedroom - The morning
Pulling his head up from rinsing his face in the sink. Direct match to the earlier shot to show the differences between his character. He is very bright eyed, hair done nicely, he is very happy with the way he looks
Int. Plain Room
*Lights come
up*
Steve: Is it
on, is it on?
*Camera comes
into focus*
Steve: Right,
you’re probably wondering why someone like me, would make a film admitting to
killing people. Well it’s not quite like that, y’see not everything is like in
the movies. When I was younger I grew a flower, pretty it was, white with a
bright yellow middle, I picked it for my mum, she loved it, how she cried when
she saw it, but after a day it died. It turned into a pettleless flower, nothing
interesting, something you step on in the street. Anyway, that was I suppose
the first time I felt like I had killed someone, someone? I mean something,
flowers aren’t people HAHA, how could I get that mixed up.
*Door Slams,
look to the right*
Steve: Well,
I think my time is nearly over with this statement, but I just want to say that
killing Stella was not my intention, if anything I wanted to save her, but the
drugs, the drinking, the lies, the cheating, it all just became too much and
well… I just couldn’t…. I didn’t….
I am sorry
Stella, I am.
*Hands
reaches over to stop the recording*
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