Script Second Draft


EXT. LOCAL PARK - DAY
ROB has his face being pushed into the ground by BEN and LEWIS. 
BEN
You a vegetarian or somein?
Lewis and Ben laugh. 
ROB 
  (Wimpers)
No
LEWIS 
Well throw the fucking egg then you little prick.
CUT TO 
INT. JACK'S KITCHEN - DAY 
JACK is sitting at the table looking at his at cup of tea. 
INT. JACK'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
An egg hits the window of the empty room. 
INT. JACK'S KITCHEN - DAY 
Jack is sitting in a drab and dark coloured kitchen. 
EXT. JACK'S LIVING ROOM - DAY 
The egg drips down the window of the living room. In the reflection Ben and Lewis play fighting with Rob again. 
Lewis and Ben have let Rob go and now stand either side of him. 
LEWIS 
See bruv this is why people boy you, fucking pussy. (kisses teeth) 
ROB 
Come bruv please, allow it lets just go dash some more eggs.
LEWIS 
Oi shutup bruv  fuckin' dick'ead. You got 5 minutes or me and ben might have to beat the shit out of you
Lewis takes a step towards Rob who quickly runs back. 
INT. JACK'S KITCHEN - DAY 
Rob stops on the doorstep and brushes his feet on the door mat.
INT. JACK'S HALLWAY - DAY 
Rob is walking down the hallway. It's dimly lit and dusty. He looks into a room that's full of sketches and photos. He pauses at the door to look in. After a few seconds he carries on walking.
INT. JACK'S LIVING ROOM - DAY 
A medal is sitting on a shelf on display next to a picture of jack in a army uniform. Rob walks over grabs it and shoves it in his pocket. He stops and looks at the photo. He looks around before walking back towards the door. 
INT. JACK'S LIVING ROOM - DAY 
The art room is letting off light that is flowing out into the darker hallway. The light is blocked by the figure of Rob. Rob walks into the room and starts to look at the wooden figures and sketches on the walls. He picks up a painting and smudges a bit of the paint before quickly placing it back where he found it. He picks up a book and starts to look through it, There are notes and pictures stuffed inside, as he starts to look through the extracts Jack wheels himself into the room behind Rob. Rob turns around startled and goes to run out the room but hesitates when he releases that Jack is blocking the only exit.
JACK 
It's fine (long pause) That was from my first tour.
Jack goes towards Rob and takes the book out of his hands. Rob looks on at him bewildered. 
JACK 
I got a telling off for sleeping on watch that year, was only menna be watching the office (laughs lightheartedly) Mum gave me the book before I went reckoned I should write stuff in it.
Rob looks around more for an exit but slightly calmer. Jack makes a long pause as he looks down at the battered book.
JACK
It was my second tour this happened it was just after we'd had easter lunch. Roast lamb mates reckon it was as dry as the shit sandbox we was in.
A picture of Jack and a group of other men in the army falls out as he sees it he just stares down at the picture. 
JACK 
Theses guys ar... are... are  
Jack attempts to finish he's sentence but starts to stutter but stops to recompose himself. 
JACK
Yeah they we're the guys I shared everything with. Joe stole the last teabag every sunday so we loosened the screws on his bed.
Jack starts to laugh slightly to himself.
ROB 
I've gotta go
JACK 
Yeah, you go sure you got better things to be doing anyway.
As Rob goes to leave the room he hesitates and points to the smudged painting
ROB
You're really good at painting
Rob walks around a broken down Jack and walks quickly towards the front door.
EXT. JACKS FRONT DOOR - DAY
Rob steps outside and takes a deep breath and looks around. Ben and Lewis are gone after looking back through the open house and empty hallway he walks back in. He goes back into the front room and puts the medal back on its stand.   
INT. JACKS HALLWAY - DAY
Jack moving towards somewhere in his house with a much more stern look on his face
EXT. JACKS FRONT GARDEN - NIGHT 
Rob is running down the road chuckling to himself slightly as he turns the corner you see the sketch seen previously now completely covered in artistic paint smudges.

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