One Chance Page #2

---

The lead boys miss the turn, smacking into the alley wall

and crumple...

INT. ST. CATHERINE’S CHURCH - DAY

Paul’s hidden voice is somewhat louder now as the CAMERA

looks down on the choir from above...

EXT. OPEN STREET - DAY

Paul looks back to see his lead has widened. He smiles

then turns forward an instant too late to avoid the newly

constructed scaffolding on the sidewalk...

He opens his mouth to scream...

CUT TO:

EXT. OPEN STREET - DAY

Where Paul lies on the ground, mouth bleeding, bullies

standing over him, laughing. MATTHEW, the toughest of the

lot, leans forward and allows a stream of spit to dribble

onto Paul’s cheek where it mixes with the blood from his

ruined mouth.

INT. PRINCESS OF WALES HOSPITAL, EMERGENCY ROOM - DAY

As Paul is brought in on another gurney where he’s met by,

a slightly aged Dr. Thorpe.

DR. THORPE

What’ve we got?

CHOIR:

Among your friends and kindred that live

both far and near.

INT. ST. CATHERINE’S CHURCH - DAY

CAMERA PULLS OUT of the shattered mouth of PAUL, now in

his twenties, singing, with reckless fervor through the

shards of two badly broken front teeth...

6.

CAMERA CONTINUES pulling back to reveal he is alone, in

the upper choir loft, a good twenty feet above the rest of

the choir.

CHOIR (V.O.)

That god send you a happy new year, happy

new year. That god send you a happy new

year.

INT. ST. CATHERINE’S CHURCH - DAY

The Choirmaster’s fists clench shut, silencing the choir.

CHOIRMASTER:

That’s very nice indeed.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT. CAR PHONE WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

Walls lined with various phones and phone accessories.

BRADDON (34), painfully thin with spiky hair, bad skin and

elvish ear-extensions, hits on a FEMALE CUSTOMER.

BRADDON:

Now this one comes with customizable

ringtones and dual vibrating mode, which

can come in quite handy in certain

situations.

The bell jingles as Paul walks in quietly.

FEMALE CUSTOMER:

And what situations would that be?

BRADDON:

(leaning closer)

What’ve you got in mind?

FEMALE CUSTOMER:

I’d like a word with your manager.

He shows her his employee badge, that reads “MANAGER” just

below his name, “BRADDON MELLINS”.

BRADDON:

What seems to be the problem, Miss?

FEMALE CUSTOMER:

They should lock you up.

BRADDON:

Bondage? Naughty, cheeky, but presto, you

talked me into it.

7.

She storms out...

BRADDON (CONT’D)

Come see us again soon.

...passing Paul who offers a tentative, closed-mouth smile

to Braddon.

PAUL:

Better luck next time.

BRADDON:

It’s quantum algebra, mate; if I offer my

personal services to twenty women, one

point three of them are certain to shag

me blind.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes