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...
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:
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.
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