The hard way down

The Hard Way Down By Josh Rimmer

INT. THE FIXER’S APARTMENT - NIGHT (BLACK AND WHITE) JERRY DANIELS sits in front of us, he is eighteen, but his eyes tells us he is wise beyond his years. He looks tired and broken. He sits on the floor in a dirty but expensive looking living room; opposite JERRY in a chair is the owner of the living room. He is black, strong and powerful but sits on the floor as pathetic as JERRY. They both have gun shot wound riddling there bodies, blood makes it way out of there wounds onto the floor.

JERRY (narration) Lying on the floor opposite some pecker wood fuck begs to question what would compel what was until a week ago, another teenage boy to end up in this overly complicated situation; to tell it to you I have to start at the beginning. I never really thought about it until now, but I guess I’ve been heading in this direction for a while now; like a train rumbling towards a wounded animal on a track. You see it coming but you don’t react to it before it’s too late.

INT. JERRY’S HOUSE (JERRY’S BEDROOM) - DAY JERRY is sitting on his bed looking at his empty wall and room.

JERRY (narration) I was like any other kid, I hated my life and every thing in it. And like any other kid I was a slave to my possessions.

Items start appearing around the room as he says them.

JERRY (narration) Laptop, games console, mobile phone, Ipod, CD player, video games, DVD’s, posters.

CUT TO: JERRY sits in front of his laptop.

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JERRY (narration) I was addicted to the youtube revolution, looking at the latest crap that you keep telling yourself is crap but you sit there watching it anyway.

JERRY starts undoing the zip on his genes.

JERRY (narration) If I wasn’t looking at shit on youtube, then I was probably watching porn.

CUT TO: JERRY starts to pant and grunt as he reaches climax.

JERRY (narration) Look at this; a teenager who is supposed to be classed as an adult jerking off to two lesbians doing what should be a natural private thing that one keeps to themselves; now this private act becomes the best thing about my day. Welcome to the modern generation.

INT. COLLEGE CLASSROOM - DAY JERRY sits in a classroom full of students who are all leaning bored on their right arms with their elbows on there desk. JERRY is the only one who is different, leaning back on his chair. The teacher writes on the interactive whiteboard.

JERRY (narration) I went to college and spent the whole time there, thinking that what I was being taught I could actually teach myself in about a minute. Life is a never ending cycle of shit that leads onto more shit. If you got shit grades, you become a cunt, if you get good grades you become a boring cunt...

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INT. JERRY’S HOUSE (DINING ROOM) - NIGHT JERRY sits at the far end of a rectangular table with his father ALBERT opposite at the head on the other side bunched up with his mother MARGE and brother CHRIS; they pass between them bowls of vegetables while JERRY sits at the other end looking excluded.

JERRY (narration) ...Boring cunts like these three here. These three boring cunts happen to be my family; my mother Marge, my father Albert and apparent prize possession brother Chris. Passing veggies while talking about the weather is the highlight of their days.

ALBERT, MARGE and CHRIS laugh together and ALBERT and MARGE fuss over CHRIS, as if he were a pot of gold, the one trophy of the family.

JERRY (narration) Not ending up like any of these three fuckers is practically the only aim of my life.

JERRY looks at all three of them as if they were the most disgusting thing he had ever seen.

JERRY (narration) If I ever ended up like any of these boring fuckers, you have my permission to kill me.

There’s a crash at the door and JERRY looks in its direction to see two men in suits with guns pointed at JERRY. MAN IN SUIT 1 JERRY do we have your permission to kill you to stop you becoming like these boring fuckers.

JERRY looks dead on at the audience.

JERRY (narration) C’est la vie.

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JERRY opens his eyes to see his family still playing happy, his expression stays miserable. JERRY looks at CHRIS. JERRY (narration) My brother Chris has always been the golden boy; I’m not really sure why, that’s just the way it’s always been.

INT. OLD FAMILY HOUSE (LIVING ROOM) - NIGHT An eight year old version of JERRY walks into the living room holding a hand drawn picture of a tiger where JERRY’S mother is sitting watching TV. YOUNG JERRY hold out the picture for his mother to see. MARGE doesn’t even look.

JERRY (narration) As a child, like any other child I would want a certain level of attention. The most attention I would get was...

MARGE (not interested) ...Very nice dear, go and show your father CUT TO: YOUNG JERRY walks into the kitchen where Albert is reading a newspaper.

JERRY (narration) A least mum pretended to be interested, dad couldn’t even do that.

YOUNG JERRY hold out the picture; ALBERT takes a quick glance at it.

JERRY (narration) All dad could manage was "Doesn’t look very believable son" (ALBERT mouthing at the same time).

CUT TO: YOUNG CHRIS walks into the living room holding a hand drawn picture of a black smudge.

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JERRY (narration) Same age, same situation, different person.

MARGE looks up and turns the TV off before standing up and marveling over YOUNG CHRIS. MARGE Oh honey, that is just brilliant.

Oh you must go and show your father.

CUT TO: YOUNG CHRIS walks into the kitchen where ALBERT is reading the newspaper. YOUNG CHRIS shows ALBERT the picture and ALBERT put down his paper and takes the picture.

ALBERT Well now look at that son; looks like we have a Da Vinci in the house hold.

YOUNG CHRIS Who’s Da Ginci?

ALBERT pauses for a moment with a subtle what the fuck look but then shakes his head and smiles.

ALBERT Doesn’t matter son, he’s probably a wanker anyway.

YOUNG CHRIS Whats a wanker?

ALBERT something you wont understand till your about twelve.

JERRY (narration) See what I mean.

INT. JERRY’S HOUSE (BATHROOM) - DAY JERRY is in the shower, letting the hot water run over him while he masturbates.

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JERRY (narration) Look at that. swapping jerking off in the bedroom to jerking off in the shower. Jesus Christ, standing there doing the one thing that gets most teenagers through their day and the only actual thing that I can think about is how much this Ikea bath tub cost and who’s idea it was to drape it in a John Lewis shower curtain.

JERRY picks up a bottle of shampoo off the floor of the bath and starts rubbing it into his hair before washing it off.

JERRY (narration) While washing the l’oreal out of my scalp I take a look up at the B&Q shower head and wonder how much fuel dad used to collect it and if he decided to visit the burger van outside and order that breakfast bap that he loved so much but did all he could on the journey home to get the smell out of his breath and clothes as he knew mum would crucify him is she found out.

INT. JERRY’S HOUSE (JERRY’S BEDROOM) - DAY JERRY is sitting on his laptop on facebook talking to a girl who’s profile picture is JERRY and her on a park bench. A picture of the two of them sits on his desk.

JERRY (narration) Oh and don’t think all this tossing off means I’m single, it’s just an outlet for all my frustration, and not that the frustration is sexual frustration, I do have a girlfriend. Two years is a long time for someone of our age to be together and being with her has been more or less the only reason I’ve stayed sane, but you know what they say...

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INT. JERRY’S GIRLFRIENDS HOUSE (LIVING ROOM) - DAY JERRY is sitting in a big living room with big black leather sofas and a wooden floor. A flat screen television stands on top of a big dark brown chest of draws. Two single sofas are placed opposite each other with JERRY sitting in one and a very pretty petite brunette in the other who one could only assume to be JERRY’S girlfriend.

JERRY (narration) ..."never invest too much emotion into one thing; it’s just a set up to the pain of losing it". As said

by Keria Knightly in the movie "DOMINO". This right here is the moment when my life fell down hard.

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND I’m leaving you.

JERRY Why? JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND It’s not working for me.

JERRY Why? JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND You just have no direction in life, you sit there without a care in the world just waiting for everything to come to you.

JERRY Well working on the assumption that I changed that, would you stay with me?

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND No. JERRY Why? JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND I don’t love you anymore.

JERRY Did you ever?

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JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND Not really, no.

JERRY Well who do you love now?

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND Charlie.

JERRY (narration) Fuck.

JERRY Whats Charlie got that I havn’t?

JERRY (narration) Stupid question.

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND He’s handsome, good fashion sense, he’s funny, got a good education...

JERRY looks to the side with a "oh for fuck sake" look.

JERRY (narration) I’ve got a good education.

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND ...He’s got a car, he has a better standard of friends, he does what I ask him to do...

JERRY scoffs with an even more dramatic "what the fuck" expression.

JERRY (narration) I did what you asked me to do.

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND ... and he’s a better trophy to show off than you.

JERRY And your gonna tell everyone that, that’s the reason you left me?

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND No. I’m gonna tell them that you assaulted me.

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JERRY (shocked) Why would you do that?

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND Attention. Plus I become the center of sympathy. Your friends will wanna be my friend and my friends wont wanna be your friend.

JERRY sits blankly for a few seconds.

JERRY Fuck.

INT. JERRY’S HOUSE (DINING ROOM) - NIGHT JERRY sits in his usual position at the end of the table, isolated from everybody else while ALBERT, MARGE and CHRIS sit as their end. The kitchen has sheets running across the floor protecting it from the clearly freshly painted walls and a clear plastic sheet runs over a white table clothe that runs over a wooden table. In front of each family member is a china plate with china inscriptions crafted into them with big gold lettering. In these plates is a meal consisting of macaroni mince; a baking dish containing the bulk of it sits in the middle of the table with a serving spoon poking out of it. Next to the dish is a small basket of garlic bread; which is soon to be picked up by ALBERT and is begun to be passed around himself, CHRIS and MARGE. ALBERT (talking to CHRIS) So son, good day was it?

ALBERT passes the basket to CHRIS. JERRY picks up his hand to try and get a bit of bread but it is passed to MARGE before he gets a chance.

CHRIS It was fine, Sarah asked me out today.

MARGE Oh yeah, did you say yes?

JERRY again tries to grab a bit of bread but the basket is passed back to ALBERT who takes another piece out to add to his already mounting pile of bread on his plate.

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CHRIS I said that I would have to consider it because I already have a backlog of people who want to go out with me and I don’t want to upset anyone.

ALBERT passes the basket of bread to MARGE; JERRY silently sighs.

ALBERT Look at our son, barely more than a glint in your mothers eye and already hitting up all the girls in the school.

MARGE adds more bread to her pile before putting the basket down leaving one piece of bread in it.

MARGE Just remember, one girly at a time.

CHRIS Yes mum.

JERRY reaches out to take the last piece of bread but is stopped by the voice of his father.

ALBERT Er, what do you think your doing son?

JERRY lowers his hand and looks at his parents confused and defeated.

JERRY Getting some garlic bread.

MARGE (to JERRY) We ask in this house hold Jerry.

JERRY Okay, may I take my first and only bit of garlic bread please?

ALBERT No. ALBERT passes the last piece to CHRIS.

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CHRIS ooh thanks.

JERRY shakes his head and looks at his plate. He looks back at up at his family and in a last attempt to connect tells them about his day.

JERRY Well, do ya wanna know what happened to me today?

ALBERT Not really.

JERRY My girlfriend left me.

MARGE You had a girlfriend?

JERRY Yes mum I had a girlfriend.

ALBERT (to JERRY) And she left you?

JERRY Yeah.

ALBERT So what do you want us to do about it?

JERRY Nothing dad, nothing at all.

ALBERT, MARGE and CHRIS carry on talking down the end of the table. JERRY looks at his plate again, he puts his folk into his food and lifts it up. He looks at it with a strange fascination, as if this object pays more attention to him than anyone else. He then puts his folk down before standing up and heading towards the door.

ALBERT (to JERRY) And just what hell do you think your doing?

JERRY stops and turns back to face his family.

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JERRY (shouting) I’m fucking leaving.

JERRY’S whole family stop moving and look at JERRY. JERRY (shouting) I’m right fucking here! I’m right here, but you act like I’m just fucking atmosphere an entity. It wont make a fucking difference weather I’m here or not so I’m leaving.

JERRY storms out of the room, his family sit there slack jawed with wide eye gazes. They all lean to one side and tilt there heads as the sound of crashing and thumping starts coming through. JERRY storms past the door wearing a leather jacket and carrying a suit case. There is the slam of the front door and JERRY’S family slump back in their seats.

ALBERT That’s my jacket.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT JERRY storms down the street, he’s angry and looks it, people avoid him as he marches past. He stops outside of a house. He looks into the window to see his ex-girlfriend with her new boy friend; they are making love. She is pressed up against the window while her boyfriend stands behind her. There’s a clap of thunder and the rain starts to fall. JERRY stands there in disbelief.

JERRY You’re letting him fuck you from behind. You never let me fuck you from behind.

The girl and her boyfriend continue. The girl notices JERRY and opens the window as her boyfriend carry’s on with his business.

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND What the fuck are you doing down there?

JERRY I’m leaving.

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JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND Where to?

JERRY Somewhere else.

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND What for?

JERRY To kill myself.

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND Are you going to the bridge?

JERRY No. JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND But that’s where everyone commits suicide.

JERRY I’m not jumping off the bridge.

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND Well what are you gonna do?

JERRY I’m gonna drink, drug and fuck myself to death.

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND Cool.

JERRY’S EX’S BOYFRIEND Babe could you close the fucking window, I’m Getting rain on me pubes.

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND looks at her boyfriend then back to JERRY. JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND (to JERRY) See you round Jerry.

She goes to close the window but pauses.

JERRY’S EX-GIRLFRIEND (to JERRY) Oh wait I wont will I. Have fun.

She closes the window.

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INT. CHARITY STORE - NIGHT (RAINING) A charity store OWNER looks face on at JERRY who is standing in front of the counter with his suitcase on top. The shop is full of old tasteless cloths and hasn’t been cleaned in some time.

JERRY I wanna sell these clothes.

OWNER Okay, what charity do you wanna give the donates to?

JERRY I don’t, I wanna sell them.

OWNER Well this is a charity shop, you give stuff, you don’t sell them, you give them away.

JERRY Well where can I sell these clothes?

OWNER Well sir maybe it would be better to give them to a charity; help some people in need.

JERRY leans forward.

JERRY Listen, I’ve been metaphorically fucked in the arse for most of my life and right now I wanna sell what I have so I can fund my sex, booze and drug self-destruction, now where can I sell these clothes?

EXT. BIG HAROLD’S TRADE IN - NIGHT JERRY walks out of big Harold’s trade in shop and opens is suitcase. He closes it before walking next door to a off license.

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EXT. PARK BENCH - NIGHT JERRY sits on the bench heavily.

CUT TO: JERRY opens a bottle of whiskey.

CUT TO: JERRY downs the bottle of whiskey while starting to lay down on the bench.

CUT TO: JERRY is fast asleep on the bench.

CUT TO: EXT. PARK BENCH - EARLY MOURNING JERRY is woken up by a passing car and falls off the bench.

INT. BANK - LATE MOURNING JERRY walks into a fancy looking bank clutching his suitcase to his chest and walks past the lines and pushes in front of a lady at the money desk; he is greeted by a woman not much older than himself behind shatter proof sheet with a slot to pass money through.

BANK WORKER I think that lady was before you.

JERRY Well I’m afraid I don’t time for politeness right now.

The BANK WORKER sighs and types on her computer.

BANK WORKER (monotone) What transaction do you wish to undergo.

JERRY I’d like to withdraw all of my money from my account.

BANK WORKER looks up at JERRY and stares for a moment.

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BANK WORKER Can I have you bank card please.

JERRY reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bank card.

BANK WORKER takes it through the slot and looks at it before suspiciously looking at JERRY. BANK WORKER Can I ask the nature of your transaction.

JERRY Why? BANK WORKER Well with such a large transaction it’s just procedure to ask the nature of it.

JERRY leans forward towards the BANK WORKER. JERRY I want to go on a crazy orgy of sex, drugs and alcohol in a hopeful attempt to kill myself.

BANK WORKER looks blankly at JERRY. BANK WORKER Cash or cheque?

JERRY smiles.

EXT. BUS STATION - LATE AFTERNOON. JERRY sits on a bench at a bus stop, drinking down a bottle of cider. He opens up his suitcase and looks inside. JERRY has amounted a rather impressive amount of cash and alcohol.

JERRY closes the suitcase and looks up as a bus arrives INT. BUS - LATE AFTERNOON JERRY gets on the bus with half dead looking passengers and a bus driver the looked old enough to be dead twice. JERRY talks to the bus driver.

JERRY Single please.

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BUS DRIVER Where to?

JERRY Which ever stop is furthest from here.

CUT TO: INT. BUS - NIGHT (RAINING) JERRY is sitting on a now very packed bus next to an older woman who is asleep. Her head waves around on every bump and turn the bus comes across. JERRY looks out of the window at the empty scenery. His eyes begin to close as he drifts off into a deep sleep.

EXT. NEW BUS STOP - MOURNING The bus drives off from the stop revealing JERRY standing there, suitcase in hand. He leans looking left slowly before standing up, then leans looking right slowly before standing up.

EXT. PRINGLE’S BAR - MOURNING JERRY stands on an empty street looking up at a big two story bar with a big neon light sign that’s switched off saying "Pringle’s Bar". JERRY tilts his head slightly to one side as he looks at an advert in the window saying in big red words "Room Available". JERRY straightens his head when out of nowhere,a homeless man pushing a shopping trolley full of junk, comes into shot. His hair and beard are long and greasy; JERRY shrivels his face up from the smell, but only knows the origin of the smell once the homeless guy starts talking, turning JERRY around.

HOMELESS MAN I’ve been there son, it wont work.

JERRY (confused) What wont work?

HOMELESS MAN Your only punishing yourself further, let it go son...

The HOMELESS MAN carry’s on.

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HOMELESS MAN ...let it go.

JERRY looks back at the bar.

INT. PRINGLE’S - MOURNING JERRY walks into what would normally be a full bar, but the only tell tale signs of people is the empty glasses and stubbed out cigarettes in ash trays mounting most of the tables. switched off neon lights hang from the ceiling.

Behind the bar wiping pint glasses is a big man in a silk black shirt and dark genes. JERRY approaches the bar and sits down on a stool. The man who’s name will soon be revealed to be PRINGLE puts the pint glass down and looks at JERRY; PRINGLE speaks in a scouse accent.

PRINGLE What can I get for you.

JERRY A screwdriver.

PRINGLE D.I.Y shops down the road.

JERRY looks at PRINGLE like he’s a dickhead.

JERRY Very funny; a vodka and orange.

PRINGLE A bit early to be starting aint it?

JERRY leans towards PRINGLE. JERRY Listen here Mr bartender, I’m gonna be coming here getting drunk as fucking monkey everyday all day until it kills me. I’m gonna become your best customer so when I come in here asking for a drink at...

JERRY checks his watch.

JERRY ...eight thirty in the mourning oh and by the way, I’ve never heard of a pub that’s open that early, but when I ask for a drink, as long as I pay, give me the fucking drink.

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PRINGLE looks at JERRY then scoffs. He takes out a fresh glass before pouring out orange juice and vodka into it.

PRINGLE Your wish is my command sir.

He passes the drink across to JERRY who downs it in one before putting the glass back on the bar top and gesturing with his hand for another. PRINGLE sighs slightly before preparing another.

PRINGLE Even if your searching for death through drink, isn’t it a bit early to start.

JERRY downs the drink and gestures for another before looking around at the bar.

JERRY Isn’t it illegal to smoke in public places now?

PRINGLE tops JERRY up.

PRINGLE Call the police if you want to, nobody’s gonna care.

JERRY laughs and downs the drink.

PRINGLE You know, if your planning to kill yourself, alcohol gonna take a long time to do it.

JERRY So? PRINGLE So why don’t you throw some drugs into the mix.

JERRY I was planning to, but I don’t know where to find them.

PRINGLE tops JERRY up without being told before writing on a napkin. JERRY picks it up and looks at it.

PRINGLE Try that place, I guarantee the best drugs you can find, but If your desperate to start know...

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PRINGLE goes under the bar top and pulls out a clear bag full of mushrooms and drops them onto the counter.

PRINGLE ...then these should keep you going. Two G for the lot.

JERRY looks at the bag then back to PRINGLE. JERRY What about fucking?

PRINGLE What?

JERRY Fucking, where can I fuck.

PRINGLE Oh, same place, got some great pussy over there.

JERRY smiles then picks up the back of mushrooms a feels them in his hand.

JERRY What’s your name?

PRINGLE Pringle.

JERRY Well Pringle, looks like you just became my best friend.

PRINGLE Where you staying?

JERRY How much for that room your advertising.

PRINGLE If your gonna be spending as much time here as you say you are, free of charge.

JERRY looks at the bag of mushrooms.

JERRY Well hell, reserve a seat for me.

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EXT. STREET - DAY JERRY walks down the street without his suitcase eating the mushrooms, he wobbles from the alcohol running through his body, he flops into a lamppost then he stops. He slowly turns around to see a giant beaver standing behind him.

THE BEAVER What the fuck you looking at cunt biscuit?

JERRY turns around confused only to be greeted by confusion as the once empty street now appears to with furry animals that appear to be sucking each (restricted narration). JERRY looks at his bag of with amazement.

more be filled other off mushrooms

JERRY Fuck me inside out with a brush.

EXT. THE FIXERS BUILDING - DAY JERRY arrives at his destination to find a group of black and men standing around the street selling drugs. One man stands in the door way; he is an African-American and it’s clear by the way he stands with his arms crossed and his "I’m the boss" look he’s giving that he was calling the shots. JERRY walks up to him.

JERRY Excuse me.

The man looks at JERRY like he’s a piece of shit and speaks to him in a truly stereotypical African American style.

THE FIXER What you want nigger?

JERRY I’m err...

JERRY leans in and speaks softly.

JERRY ...I’m looking for some action.

THE FIXER Action, mother fucker do I look like a pipe crack selling nigga to you.

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JERRY No, I was just told...

THE FIXER You were told what? That you can come down here and fuck around with a brother because you think yous another white nigger who can come on to a nigger to get a nigger to bounce himself back on another false charge.

JERRY looks at THE FIXER like he’s insane.

JERRY I’m not a cop.

THE FIXER smiles.

THE FIXER Well why the fuck didn’t you say so? What kind of shit you lookin get. narc, bitches, what you lookin to get fucked on.

JERRY A girl and some coke would be good.

THE FIXER Well shit, another white boy who likes the black mans white powder, I aint never met another nigger who puts this shit up there nose.

JERRY forces fake laugh and twitches like he has a major itch but secretly is frustrated from having his time wasted.

THE FIXER See back in the day man, the nigger was on the coke and the white nigger was on the grass, now that shit flipped.

JERRY Yeah, yeah, yeah so what kind of product you slinging.

THE FIXER Depends on what kind of shit you selling.

JERRY goes into his pocket a pulls out a pile of cash. THE FIXER leans in to look at it before looking back up at JERRY with a look of amazement.

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THE FIXER Well shit nigger you got yourself enough green to buy up enough white and bitches to re-float titanic.

THE FIXER takes one of the notes from JERRY and holds it up to the light.

THE FIXER Damn you catch your nigger off guard with this shit.

JERRY takes the note back.

JERRY So err, what can this get me?

THE FIXER You got yourself enough for a one band party man, I tell you what for all of that, I’ll send Chloe and a mountain of coke your way white boy.

JERRY Who’s Chloe?

THE FIXER argh shit nigger, she’s the pride and joy of my bunny’s. she fourteen years old with a pussy as tight as the hoover dam. You can do anything you want to this girl, you can cum on her face, in her hair on her ass, even in her, she’s the best bit of pussy you ever gonna get, feel me white boy.

JERRY looks at THE FIXER with concern then looks down the street, as if his conscience was battling with him, but he lowers his head in defeat.

JERRY Sure.

THE FIXER shouts to one of his cronies.

THE FIXER Yo sport.

SPORT Yes sir.

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THE FIXER Get that mandingo looking nigger up to Chloe’s room and get a party ready.

SPORT Yes sir.

Sport head towards the apartment building door.

JERRY (to THE FIXER) Could you get some weed in there too.

THE FIXER Whatever you say Honkey. Yo sport.

SPORT turns around back to THE FIXER THE FIXER Get the white boy a sample of all the body and mind fucking shit.

SPORT Yes sir.

SPORT carry’s on into the apartment building.

THE FIXER (talking to JERRY) See that, see that, respect man, respect to the nigger who runs the niggers.

JERRY Yeah, they call you sir.

THE FIXER My niggers and home boys call me sir, a mother fucking trick like you, gonna call me what I am.

JERRY Which is?

THE FIXER I’m a fixer, in fact I’m the best mother fucking fixer that a white mother fucker like you ever gonna come across and lay your eyes upon.

JERRY looks at THE FIXER and pulls a forced smile and laugh.

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INT. THE FIXER’S APARTMENT (CHLOE’S ROOM) - DAY JERRY walks through a grainy, gritty and dirty apartment hall follow a big black man in a vest and black jogging bottoms.

BIG MAN Don’t leave no marks of no kind, don’t be doin anything out of the pain zone, so fucking the arse is fine but no putting a fist up her fanny okay.

JERRY Sure.

They stop outside a bright red door.

BIG MAN Alright, this is you; if I gotta come back here cose you didn’t understand the rules, I’ll attach your dick to seven separate tow trucks heading in seven different directions you got?

BIG MAN opens the door and JERRY slowly walks in. The door closes behind him; JERRY looks down a long hallway and heads towards a room that beckons to him with the the sound of the "AMERICAN BEAUTY" soundtrack. Long beads drape from the top of the door frame; JERRY slowly pushes them to the side to reveal a small young and fragile looking brunette wearing only bra and knickers siting on a small torn sofa next to a window which offers only the sound of a degenerate and broken neighborhood. In front of the girl is a small coffee table mounted with a pile of white powder that one could only assume is cocaine and three needle containing god knows what. The girl drags her heavy sad eyes from her god forsaken view to be greeted by an equally godforsaken human being. JERRY looks at what he can only see as a scared little girl.

JERRY Hi. CHLOE Hi. JERRY My names Jerry.

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CHLOE I’m Chloe, the best fuck of your life.

CHLOE speaks as if she was reading off a script that she had read a million times before. She stands up and walks over to JERRY and undoes the belt on his genes.

CHLOE What kind of fun were you looking for?

JERRY Err, um, I hadn’t really thought about it yet.

CHLOE takes hi belt off and undoes the button on his genes.

JERRY backs off, CHLOE is taken by surprise.

CHLOE Are you okay?

JERRY Fine, I just, err, just need to...

CHLOE ...Need to what.

JERRY It doesn’t matter.

CHLOE approaches again and puts her hand down JERRY’S genes; he gasps, he stands frozen for a few seconds.

CHLOE Relax.

JERRY nods slowly but without warning, again pulls away.

JERRY No, no. This is wrong. This is every shade of wrong.

CHLOE Com’on mister, If you don’t do what you came up here to do, I’m gonna be in trouble.

JERRY I can’t do it.

JERRY turns to leave.

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CHLOE No! If you leave now, there gonna think it’s my fault.

JERRY I’ll just tell them I changed my mind.

CHLOE That wont make a difference, they’ll beat me.

JERRY nods before sitting down in the sofa by the window and looks blankly at the mound of cocaine on his table. He looks at CHLOE. JERRY You wanna do some coke with me?

CHLOE looks at the cocaine then the doorway before nodding.

CHLOE Okay.

CUT TO: JERRY and CHLOE sit opposite each other, snorting cocaine and laughing; JERRY is halfway through a joke.

JERRY The eagle then turns to the giraffe and says, well what do you fucking think?

They both laugh.

JERRY I gotta ask, why are you here? Why are you doing this to yourself?

CHLOE’S face goes blank; she moves next to the window and looks out of it.

CHLOE It started off with my family. I hated them and they hated me. I just ended up running away one night. I found The Fixer and he offered me a job doing this. He said it would just be for a month and the pay would be good. I figured that’s what I should do you know; somewhere in my mind I (MORE) (CONTINUED)

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CHLOE (cont’d) thought it would be a way at getting back at my parents, but two years and no money later, I’m just a prisoner.

JERRY Why don’t you leave, go to the police or something?

CHLOE Doesn’t matter where I go. He’ll find me and the police, he owns most of them round here, beyond, all there gonna do is be given a million different people testifying that he’s as clean as a baby, all it would achieve is letting my parents know that I’m a whore.

JERRY You speak very grown up for a fourteen year old.

CHLOE Living in this this world doesn’t give you much choice. But, Lo que será, será.

JERRY What?

CHLOE Spanish, what will be will be.

JERRY Oh.

An awkward silence fills the air but a look in JERRY’S eyes tells us that a conscience fills his soul.

JERRY You shouldn’t be here. You need to leave.

CHLOE I can’t.

JERRY You can, I’ll help you.

CHLOE looks at JERRY before moving opposite him and looking deep into his eyes.

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CHLOE How?

Before JERRY can answer there’s an almighty crash as the door is kicked open, THE FIXER leads in to the room with BIG MAN and SPORT following. CHLOE shoots up and JERRY looks up at THE FIXER. THE FIXER What the fucks going on here?

BIG MAN He’s been in here two hours and I couldn’t hear no fucking.

THE FIXER You think I can’t fucking see and smell that nigger.

SPORT This mother fucker wern’t here to fuck nobody JERRY No, no, no, you got the wrong idea, I came here to fuck I really did I just got kinda sidetracked with all this...

BIG MAN punches JERRY in the face making his nose explode into a mist of blood. CHLOE yells out and tries to get to JERRY who collapses to floor in a big heap. THE FIXER grabs CHLOE around the neck.

THE FIXER Don’t you fucking move bitch, I’ll throw your white ass down there with him.

THE FIXER throws CHLOE to SPORT who catches her. THE FIXER walks over to JERRY and leans down next to him.

THE FIXER Mother fucker, oh mother fucker, mother fucker, mother fucker. Why is it always the white niggers that gotta fuck shit up. You couldn’t just come up here, fuck the white bitch and leave. No, mother fucker had to grow a conscience.

THE FIXER stands up and walks over to CHLOE and starts feeling her hair.

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THE FIXER You know what, I’m gonna beat the shit out of this little bitch personally and I’m gonna have the boys here beat the shit out of you.

After that, I don’t wanna see your ass again.

THE FIXER grabs CHLOE’S hair and drags her through the doorway. BIG MAN and SPORT start kicking JERRY. The thumps mix with CHLOE’S screams as they fill the corridors of the apartment block.

INT. PRINGLE’S - NIGHT PRINGLE serves a pint to a man at the bar; the bar itself is packed out but slowly the noise dies down and the crowd of people starts to part, JERRY walks through a path of people parted like the red sea to the bar. PRINGLE looks at JERRY. JERRY’S face is pulped and purple, dried blood crusted all over, his clothes soaked through.

PRINGLE So the whole self-destruction things going alright then?

JERRY looks up at PRINGLE. PRINGLE Will you be wanting a stiff one?

JERRY No. PRINGLE goes to say something else but notices everyone in the room is looking in JERRY’S direction.

PRINGLE Enjoying the show mother fuckers.

Go back to your drinks, mind your own fucking business.

JERRY gives a little chuckle.

JERRY You know for a bad guy, your not such a bad guy.

PRINGLE Yeah, yeah, so you want a drink?

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JERRY No. PRINGLE Well what do you need?

JERRY A gun.

PRINGLE looks left and right before quickly leaning towards JERRY. PRINGLE Do you want to say that any fucking louder? Come into the back with me.

INT. BAR BACKROOM - NIGHT PRINGLE leads JERRY downs some concrete steps; JERRY limps his way behind. The room is lit by a bare bulb, wires and cables run along the walls and ceiling. PRINGLE opens a box and takes out a pistol wrapped in cloth. JERRY goes to grab it but PRINGLE pulls it away.

PRINGLE Com’on, you didn’t think I was just gonna give it to you did you?

JERRY My suitcase is upstairs, there’s over eight grand in there.

PRINGLE pauses for a second before handing the pistol over to JERRY. JERRY turns away and starts up the steps.

PRINGLE Going somewhere to die.

JERRY Something like that.

JERRY limps up the steps.

EXT. THE FIXERS APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY CHLOE walks slowly towards THE FIXER’S apartment block, she has bruises all over her face and a split lip. JERRY limps towards her from behind and grabs her.

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JERRY Chloe, don’t say anything, just listen to me.

JERRY takes some money out of his pocket and puts it in CHLOE’S pocket.

JERRY Take this money and get on the bus from the bus stop down the road, go wherever it takes you then find your route home, you should have enough money...

CHLOE ...Jerry...

JERRY ...Don’t say anything, they’re not going to follow you.

CHLOE Jerry I can’t...

JERRY pulls out his pistol and points it at CHLOE, she flinches.

JERRY (shouting) You can’t stay here. Fucking go.

Now! JERRY gently pushes CHLOE away from him and away from THE FIXER’S apartment block. He points the gun at her again.

JERRY (shouting) Fucking go.

CHLOE looks a JERRY and turns around and starts walking away but stops and turns around.

CHLOE Thank you.

She carry’s on walking.

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EXT/INT. THE FIXERS APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT JERRY looks at the building doorway where BIG MAN stands.

JERRY limps up to him, BIG MAN laughs.

BIG MAN Fucking hell, looks who’s back.

Ain’t you been fucked enough.

JERRY Yeah, well I though you might want a turn getting a phallic symbol put into you.

JERRY draws his pistol and shoots BIG MAN through the stomach, BIG MAN screams in agonizing pain. JERRY stands over him.

JERRY You still a big man now, huh, you mother fucker, huh.

JERRY shoots BIG MAN in the head, causing his brains to spread across the ground like jam on bread. JERRY walks into the building, a bullet fly’s into JERRY’S should, causing a mist of blood to hit the wall. JERRY shoots back, hitting the bullets origin. JERRY leans against the wall; he looks up to see another man appear with a gun. He shoots at JERRY but only hits the wall; JERRY fires back with the rest of his magazine, causing the man to fly backwards in a cascade of blood. JERRY ejects his empty mag.

JERRY (shouting) You fuckers wanna fuck with me, huh?

JERRY puts a new mag into his pistol and releases the working parts.

JERRY You wanna fuck with me? Okay lets go.

CUT TO: JERRY burst from the stairwell into the top floor of the apartment block. He limps forward leaving a trail of blood.

He see’s a door at the end of the hallway, he head towards it slowly. Suddenly another minion bursts from a side door, knocking the pistol out of JERRY’S hand; JERRY kicks him back and grabs him before flinging him into the wall. JERRY grabs hold of the goon by the scruff of his collar and (CONTINUED)

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starts to smash his fist into his nose. SPORT comes up from behind with a knife and sticks it into JERRY’S ribs; JERRY yelps in pain but quickly grabs SPORT with his free hand and head butts him. SPORT staggers back and JERRY grabs the knife in his ribs and yanks it out before using it to stab SPORT in the neck. SPORT falls to the floor spurting blood from his wound and watches in horror as JERRY pummels the other mans nose into his face. JERRY lets go and turns around to find sport crawling away in fear. JERRY bends down and picks up hid pistol and points it at SPORT; he hesitates before tucking the pistol into his gene waistband. He walks up to SPORT and stomps down on his head. SPORT stops moving; this doesn’t seem to mean anything to JERRY as he stomps down over and over again, causing SPORTS head to crunch and crack in a a messy pulp on the floor. JERRY pants and drips sweat and blood from his body as he stumbles towards the door at the end of the hall. He gets to it and pushes it open only to be greeted by a hail of bullets from THE FIXER and his gun. JERRY falls to the floor in a sea of his own blood; JERRY coughs and spits blood; THE FIXER who was sitting in a chair gets ups and head towards JERRY but leaves his pistol on the table next to his chair.

THE FIXER Are you fucking kidding me? Of all the mother fucking, crack pipe niggers I pulled the burn on, you the mother fucker shows up? What the fuck you playin at player? You think you god mother fucker, you think you gonna take my shit down, you just another white nigger who watched too much of that John Wayne shit.

JERRY says something that we can’t quite make out. THE FIXER leans closer to JERRY to hear what he’s saying.

THE FIXER What you say?

JERRY Clint Eastwood mother fucker.

JERRY uses all of his strength and lifts his gun up to THE FIXER and fires. The bullet rakes through the side of THE FIXER’S neck, causing a squirt of blood. THE FIXER staggers back and sits down in his chair. JERRY crawls to the wall and props himself up against it.

JERRY There’s good people in this world you know. People who are meant to (MORE) (CONTINUED)

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JERRY (cont’d) do great things. People like Chloe.

She’s gonna do something great.

Look at you, look at me, we’re wastes of life, with nothing to offer this world but pain and suffering. But the difference between you and me, I did something about it. I gave myself a purpose.

I did what you could never do...

THE FIXER tries to reach for his gun but the shock and blood lose make every inch of his body feel like a tone.

JERRY ...The right thing.

JERRY lifts up his pistol and fires off his remanding rounds into THE FIXER’S chest. Blood and foam and feathers fly out of the back of the chair; THE FIXER tries to breathe in but can’t. The last thing he see’s before his head slumps into his lap is JERRY’S face, a face with a look of completion.

He knows he’s done the right thing. JERRY smiles and starts to cry.

INT. JERRY’S HOUSE (BEDROOM) - DAY MARGE sits on JERRY’S bed holding a letter from CHLOE’S parents.

CHLOE’S MOTHER (V.O) Dear Mr and Misses Daniels. I cannot express my overwhelming sadness for you with the news of your sons death but I feel that you can hold your head up proud. Words cannot express my gratitude in JERRY’S action, bringing me back my little girl. Through his actions I have learnt the error of my ways and I hope that his story will help others with theirs. Maybe one day, people will look back on this and see it as the starting point of something new, and through one boys courage, see that everybody has the ability to do the right thing.

MARGE starts to cry.

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JERRY (Narration) What a load of shit.

INT. THE FIXER’S APARTMENT - NIGHT (BLACK AND WHITE) JERRY’S dead body lays in a pool of blood. He looks straight at us with a small smile on his face. This image is greeted by the soft sound of "Pete Wingfield - 18 with a bullet".