Locke Page #2

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anybody wants to talk to me I’m

only on this number. Or if the

doctors or anybody. It’ll be ok.

I’ll get there. The traffic should

be ok.

He cuts the call. He drives and twenty seconds later his

phone rings...

IVAN LOCKE (CONT’D)

Ivan Locke.

We hear a soft Southern Irish accent...

DONAL (OOV)

I just got your message. It’s a

joke, is it?

IVAN LOCKE:

I know it’s a shock but it will be

ok?

DONAL (INCREDULOUS)(OOV)

Ok?

IVAN LOCKE:

I will go through everything with

you and it’ll be ok.

DONAL (OOV)

You know where I am? I’m at a

service station. I’m turning the

f***ing van round. I put the other

lads out on the hard shoulder. I

was halfway home.

IVAN LOCKE:

Yeah.

DONAL (OOV)

What the f*** happened?

IVAN LOCKE:

It’s a family thing.

A pause.

DONAL (OOV)

Is someone...

A pause.

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DONAL (OOV) (CONT’D)

Is it a bereavement?

IVAN LOCKE:

I don’t have a choice...

DONAL (OOV)

Is it one of the kids?

IVAN LOCKE:

Donal, I need you to just fix this

up and be alright...

He pauses.

IVAN LOCKE (CONT’D)

And solid. Which you are. Which

you are. Just from when the sun

comes up tomorrow morning until

when it’s all been pumped. I need

you to hold it together. You won’t

be alone. I can be on the phone.

I’ll talk to you every five minutes

until the pump is finished...

DONAL (OOV)

On the f***ing phone?

IVAN LOCKE:

On the phone.

DONAL (OOV)

Have you gone mad?

IVAN LOCKE:

I don’t think so.

DONAL (RUNNING ON)(OOV)

Ivan, at 5.45am tomorrow morning we

have three hundred and fifty metric

tons of wet concrete being

delivered to our site. We have two

hundred trucks from all over the

f***ing country descending on us...

IVAN LOCKE (CORRECTING)

Three hundred and fifty five metric

tons, two hundred and eighteen

trucks.

A disbelieving pause.

DONAL (OOV)

It’s a joke. Is it?

A pause.

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IVAN LOCKE:

I have no choice.

DONAL (OOV)

Is it a bereavement?

Ivan never lies. Silence. A long pause.

DONAL (OOV) (CONT’D)

Ivan, what the f*** has happened?

IVAN LOCKE:

I need you to just do this.

A long pause.

DONAL (OOV)

Ivan, I hate myself even hearing

myself even saying this, but if

someone’s died like your mother or

someone, could you not go wherever

you have to go after twelve

tomorrow when the concrete is

pumped?

Ivan drives...

DONAL (OOV) (CONT’D)

You know what I’m saying. Whoever

is dead is not...you know...they

won’t be any different between now

and midday. Dead people stay the

same.

IVAN:

No one is dead. Donal, I need you

to do this, ok? I need you to be

there with enough stuff and the

right heads when the sun comes up.

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