We’re The Jones’s (Script)

 

 

We’re The Jones’s

 

by

 

Marcus Kasabian De Storm

 

 

 

 

Author: Marcus Kasabian De Storm

Address: North Gable Productions

Tel: 07523170743

E: scripts@gwnonline.com

 

 

 

 

FADE IN:

INT. THE JACKSON’S HOUSE – MORNING

A FULL PAN around the LIVING ROOM sees MICK JACKSON/JONES and six of his FRIENDS all crashed out on the floor – MICK is on the sofa looking the worse for wear. As the sunlight enters through the Patio Door windows onto his face he stirs and wakes.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(disorientated)

Where the fuck am I?

MICK looks down at the floor and then around the LIVING ROOM before shaking his head in disbelief.

CUT TO:

INT./EXT. OUTSIDE THE JACKSON’S’ HOUSE – MORNING

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, Ray – The Taxi Driver)

ROXY is sat forward looking forward of the windscreen waiting to exit a taxi that is dropping her off at home.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(gives a thankful smile to the driver – RAY)

Thanks Mate, how much do I owe you? (takes out her purse and opens it)

TAXI DRIVER – RAY

(turns in his seat)

It’s on the house, Roxy Darling. Give my best to that Husband of yours for me will you?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Awe thanks Ray, you’re a star, and yeah, I will (giggles and walks from the taxi, which pulls away from the gate. Roxy makes her way to the front door)

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INT. THE JACKSON’S HOUSE. LIVING ROOM – MORNING

(Mick Jackson/Jones, Friends of Mick’s, Roxy Jackson/Jones/ Steve Knapp)

Mick is looking around the room, the floor in particular that has five people’s sleeping bodies crashed out from the night before. He stares down at them in disbelief.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(rubbing his eyes and rolling his tongue around in his mouth)

Bloody Cotton Mouth! Shit! What time is it (checks his watch)

MICK looks straight at the camera, his facial expression beginning to change more and more until he hears a female voice in the hallway entering the house. Now he looks pale.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (O.S.)

Mick, are you out of bed yet, Babe?

Immediately each and every head to the five tangled bodies snap up and look in the direction of the voice – ROXY –  before coercing their limbs and muscles to stand and turn to MICK.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(desperately whispers a shout)

No lads, don’t look at me! Go out the back, go out the back! (points at the patio doors behind them)

Each in turn make comical haste to reach the patio doors with only what they stood in, while others scrambled to get their tops, shoes and trainers before they were caught by ROXY.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (O.S.)

Mick, are you ignoring me, you bugger?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(panic stricken)

Yes…I’m up and…watching the telly, Babe (waves the last man – Steve Knapp – out of the house with a silent whisper) Hurry up you slow twat!…

Making sure that STEVE is out of the house, MICK closes the patio doors – But NOT fully – before rushing over to his favorite chair to sit down and try to act natural.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (O.C.)

I am hurrying up, you must have really…(enters the room and looks in horror at the state of the place)

 What the fuck happened, Mick?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(tries hard not to look guilty)

I…erm…Well, don’t panic alright, Babe, it was just a…You know… and then Steve and Des came round…Listen, (jumps up from his seat and walks calmly up to Roxy) you go and put the kettle on Babe, yeah, and I’ll go get something for my eyes! (rushes to the living room door)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(in a strop)

You have got to be having a bleeding laugh! (she smells the sweat and festered farts in the air – her face looks agonized) You Mick Jones are in deep shit, put your own kettle on, you Muppet

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(stops and stands at the bottom of the stairs)

If you must know (turns to Roxy as if to yell, but sees her eyes and calms down)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(puts her hands on her hips)

What Mick, what must I know? That my Mother was right about you, or that if we don’t do something quick to get out of here, you’re going to do something we’ll all regret! (she breaks down crying)

Glancing back and forth several times from ROXY to the top of the staircase, MICK finally concedes and joins her by her side, guiding her gently across the settee by the side of the patio doors.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Come on Babe, sit down and tell me all about it, eh? (he sees Steve clinging to the side of the outside wall peering inside at him and Roxy) Or maybe you wanna go into the kitchen?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(excited)

Oh, I get it, you did miss me, didn’t you? (purrs loudly like a cat while undoing her blouse) I was going to wait and surprise you with this outfit later tonight, to lighten the blow of asking you something, but as we’re here…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

NO! (panic’s) I mean, we don’t want to be spoiling that surprise now, do we (he quickly starts fastening her buttons back up again). Besides, you’ve been up early, traveling…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(jumps up from the settee and starts to look around the Living Room)

What have you done? Whose in the house, Mick?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(puzzled) What? Nobody…Well that’s a lie actually, we’re in the house, obviously…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

It better not be that fucking Deidre Barlow, the little…

ROXY makes her way out of the LIVING ROOM and rushes up the stairs to look around.

 

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(whispers loud enough to get STEVE’S attention)

Steve! Steve! Go! Go!(waves his hands at Steve)

STEVE KNAPP

(whispers to MICK)

No can do, Mick Mate, I left the Valentine’s card I got for my secret admirer over there (points to the top of the Telly)

MICK and STEVE turn and look at the card on top of the television.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (O.C.)

I’m sorry I didn’t believe you…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

That’s okay Roxy (whispers to Steve demandingly) Go get the bloody card and hurry up, if she finds you here, we’re both dead!

Rushing over to the television and grabbing hold of the card, STEVE returns to the patio doors and makes for the back garden gate just in time as Roxy walks through and into the LIVING ROOM. ROXY has changed clothes and is standing in the doorway dressed in the new lingerie she had bought that morning.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Wow! Now that is a very nice outfit Babe. Did you put the kettle on? (smiles and walks straight past her into the kitchen) I thought we’d have fish fingers and mash for tea, the kids love ’em.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(grapples hold of herself as if covering herself up with shame)

Yeah, sounds great. I’ll…I’ll go and get the kids now actually, as I just remembered I have to call in at Clara’s place anyway.

ROXY quickly and quietly dashes out of the LIVING ROOM and straight back upstairs before MICK returns to find her gone. MICK enters the LIVING ROOM.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

I’m sorry, Babe, about the mess in the living room and that, it was just a…(Walks from the KITCHEN to the LIVING ROOM to see that ROXY has disappeared). Roxy, are you upstairs? (walks to the bottom of the stairs and shouts) Roxy!

CUT TO:

INT. ROXY AND MICK’S BEDROOM – MORNING.

(Roxy Jackson/Jones)

ROXY is sitting on the edge of the bed listening to MICK shouting up to her from the bottom of the stairs. She hesitates for a moment.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Yeah, I’m up here, just putting my war paint on Mick. (breaks down crying again, only this time quietly to herself)

CUT TO:

INT. THE JACKSON’S HOUSE. KITCHEN – MORNING

(Mick Jackson/Jones)

MICK is sat downstairs at the dining table holding his mobile phone in his hand. It starts to ring – He drops its momentarily before picking it back up and eventually answering it.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Hello

CUT TO:

INT. THE FACTORY NIGHTCLUB – OFFICE – MORNING

(Mr. Reginald [Ball Breaker] Harris, Sean [Spike] Henderson)

  1. REGINALD (BALL BREAKER) HARRIS is sat comfortably behind the desk in his upstairs office at THE FACTORY NIGHTCLUB. SEAN (SPIKE) HENDERSON is sat directly opposite him.

REGINALD HARRIS

Michael Jackson?

CUT TO:

INT. THE JACKSON HOUSE. KITCHEN – MORNING

(Mick Jackson/Jones)

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Actually, you’ll find that I’m Mick Jackson, but you’re half way from getting a slap, who the hell is this? (agitated)

CUT TO:

INT. THE FACTORY NIGHTCLUB – OFFICE – MORNING

(Mr. Reginald [Ball Breaker] Harris, Sean (Spike) Henderson)

REGINALD HARRIS

(puzzled and alarmed)

Are you purposely trying to Fuckin’ wind me up Son?

CUT TO:

INT. THE JACKSON HOUSE. KITCHEN – MORNING

(Mick Jackson/Jones)

MICK JACKSON

(stunned)

I was just about to ask you the same bloody thing, Mate. Who the fuck are ya?

CUT TO:

INT. THE FACTORY NIGHTCLUB  – OFFICE – MORNING

(Mr. Reginald (Ball Breaker) Harris, Sean (Spike) Henderson)

REGINALD pulls the cordless phone to his chest and leans forward quickly onto his desk while making a head gesture for SEAN (SPIKE) HENDERSON to come closer. SPIKE leans forward and waits for REGINALD to speak to him.

REGINALD HARRIS

(quietly, almost a whisper)

This Jackson character, not too fucking bright is he?

SEAN (SPIKE) HENDERSON

(hesitant)

He’s…He’s a good worker, Mr. Harris, is he there? Can I speak with him? (puts his hand out automatically for the telephone)

REGINALD HARRIS

(angrily moves away from SPIKE’s grabbing hand)

Are you mad, the fucking plonker on the other end of this phone thinks he’s Al Pa-fuckin’-cino or somethink…

Suddenly REGINALD hands SPIKE the phone with a raised finger in the air.

REGINALD HARRIS (CONT’D)

Here, tell that loud mouthed friend of yours where his fuckin’ place is, or it’ll be a slap for you both. (lets go of the phone)

SPIKE takes the phone and puts it to his ear, all the while he is watched intensely by REGINALD.

SEAN (SPIKE) HENDERSON

Mick, is that you mate? (smiles)

CUT TO:

INT. THE JACKSON HOUSE. KITCHEN – MORNING

(Mick Jackson/Jones)

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Spike, is that you mate?

CUT TO:

INT. THE FACTORY NIGHTCLUB – OFFICE – MORNING

(Mr. Reginald [Ball Breaker] Harris, Sean (Spike) Henderson)

SEAN (SPIKE) HENDERSON

It bloody is mate, how are you doing, Man?

REGINALD HARRIS

(very anxious)

Hey! This isn’t a fuckin’ family reunion, IS that Mick Jackson? (points a demanding finger at the phone Spike is holding)

SEAN (SPIKE) HENDERSON

(worried and very nervous of Reginald’s tone of voice)

Yes, Mr. Harris, it is, do you want to have a word? (passes the phone to REGINALD)

REGINALD HARRIS

(calms and composes himself before putting the phone to his ear)

Mick Jackson?

CUT TO:

INT. THE JACKSON RESIDENCE. KITCHEN – MORNING

(Mick Jackson/Jones)

MICK is now sitting on his chair whilst hearing the unfamiliar voice asking his name on the other end of the phone. Mick is a little confused.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Spike, is that you?

CUT TO:

INT. THE FACTORY NIGHTCLUB – OFFICE – MORNING

(Mr. Reginald (Ball Breaker) Harris, Sean (Spike) Henderson)

REGINALD HARRIS

No, I’m not Spike, my name is Mr. Reginald Harris – Your fucking Boss!

MICK JACKSON/JONES (V.O.)

(cautious)

Is that right, Mate? There’s only one man with that name around here and I do believe he’s doing 15 to Life for murder, so before you start going around playing the big I AM, do your research first. Now, if you don’t mind, I was in the middle of a…

REGINALD becomes agitated and angry like SPIKE had never seen him before. SPIKE is worried.

REGINALD HARRIS

You cheeky Fucker! I’ve got a good mind to call round to your house and kick ten bells outta ya, you yappy-fucker!

SPIKE snatches the phone from REGINALD and begins to run around the desk away from REGINALD’S capture.

SEAN (SPIKE) HENDERSON

Mick, for fucks sake, Mate, I’m with Mr. Reginald Harris…

REGINALD grabs out to take a hold of SPIKE, but with an instinctive reaction SPIKE dodges his Bosses hands, which in turn sends REGINALD tumbling over his desk chair and onto the floor in a heap. SPIKE is now very afraid.

SEAN (SPIKE) HENDERSON (CONT’D)

Oops! Mr. Harris, are you alright?

SPIKE bends down to check and see that REGINALD is alright, but REGINALD in turn grabs SPIKE’S throat with both hands and starts throttling SPIKE like a mad man.

REGINALD HARRIS

You…You little prick! Give me that damned phone…!

SEAN HENDERSON

(gasping for breath)

I was…Just about…To give…It to y…(Gasps and splutters as REGINALD releases his grip) If you would have let me tell you…

REGINALD reaches out slowly to take possession of the phone from SPIKE, then snatches it hard.

REGINALD HARRIS

Give me that fuckin’ phone, you idiot! (puts the phone to his ear)

REGINALD straightens his clothes before showing SPIKE to his chair with a waving hand. Sitting down himself REGINALD gets comfortable, again.

REGINALD HARRIS (CONT’D)

Are you still there Mick Jackson – Don’t say yes because I already know you are, I can hear your thoughts!

MICK JACKSON/JONES (V.O.)

Thought’s! What do you mean? (becoming concerned)

REGINALD HARRIS

(gives a pleased knowing smile)

You’re thought’s Mick Jackson, they’re telling you exactly what to do in a situation like this, and that’s to shut your loud fuckin’ mouth and listen. Are you listening Mick Jackson? (becomes demanding)

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(thinks hard for a moment)

Do you know what, Mr. Reginald Harris…Or whoever the fuck you think you are sunshine, take yourself off somewhere and do us all a favor…

REGINALD JACKSON/JONES

(in a state of fury)

Okay, smart-mouth, I’m coming round there and when I do, you’re going to be drinking through a fuckin’ straw for the rest of your life.

REGINALD smashed down the phone onto the desk just before he reaches into his jacket and takes out a concealed handgun. He pauses for a second, then points the end of the barrel straight at SPIKE’S head while showing a very unhappy expression on his face.

REGINALD HARRIS

(calmly)

He’s a friend of yours, isn’t he, Spike? This Mick Jackson fella, you and him go way back, yeah? (pulls back the hammer of the gun)

SEAN HENDERSON

(a little scared, but showing true courage in the face of a gun)

That’s right, Mr. Harris, me and Mick do go way back…Do you wanna put that thing down, it might go off by…

REGINALD pulls the trigger and fires the gun at SPIKE, not at his head, but at his leg. SPIKE falls to the ground in painful screaming agony. REGINALD makes his way around the table to SPIKE while giving a few loud tutting sounds as he did.

REGINALD HARRIS

(sincerely)

Now that was lucky! I actually had your eyes in my sights and the bullet hit your leg instead, how much of a better sign do you need? (laughs out loudly while clapping his hands together)

SEAN HENDERSON

(trying not to think about the pain)

You’re off your fucking nut, Mate, you and guns should never be mixed together. (cries out with the pain) It’s arseholes like you that should be shot, not people like…

REGINALD HARRIS

(angry)

DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! Don’t you fucking dare turn all of this around on me Spike, you’re the one who spoke up for the lad, not me.

SEAN HENDERSON

(wincing in pain from the wound)

He doesn’t know anything about the robbery, as I told Mr. Poxy downstairs…

REGINALD gets close up to SPIKE and strikes him across the wound on his leg with the gun handle. SPIKE is in great pain with the wound and is sent into a fitting rage that has him grabbing out at REGINALD. Suddenly, SPIKE is now in possession of the handgun. Quickly, before REGINALD can do anything else, SPIKE points the barrel at REGINALD’s head.

REGINALD HARRIS

(wisely backs away)

Oh look, it’s decision time for you Spike! Do you kill me? Or will it make a whole world of fuckin’ difference if you tried to win me over by negotiating? Well, come on, what are you going to do?

SEAN HENDERSON

Actually, I was thinking an eye for an eye. If I fire this gun now the bullet will hit you in the leg, right? (looks down at Mr. Harris’ leg)

REGINALD HARRIS

(laughs nervously)

You’re not serious! Even a thick cunt like you can work out that it wasn’t anything to do with the gun, it was my way of giving you leniency…You do know that, right?

SEAN HENDERSON

(gives a smile)

Let’s see where this goes! (he pulls the trigger, but there is a low click instead of a bang) What the fu…!

REGINALD acts immediately and without delay to the sound, jumps through the air and wrestles SPIKE for the gun. Having gained control of it, he turns the barrel onto SPIKE once more.

REGINALD HARRIS

(smiles smugly)

Well, well, well. You nearly had me there Spike, I really did think that I was going to bite the bullet, until your stupidity started running the show. (leans over SPIKE) You would never have amounted to anything anyway, you useless fucker. (pulls the trigger and shoots SEAN – SPIKE – HENDERSON in the face. SPIKE is dead).

CUT TO:

INT. THE JACKSON HOUSE. KITCHEN – MORNING

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, Mick Jackson/Jones, Melissa Jackson/Jones, Reginald Harris)

MICK is sat at the dining table starring down at his phone, when ROXY comes walking through the door.

ROXY JACKSON

Are you alright? (stops and stares at MICK)

MICK JACKSON/JONES

I think so, that was one of my old mates Spike, he had this arsehole coming onto the phone claiming to be Mr. Reginald – Ball Breaker – Harris, do you believe that? The idiot must have a Death Wish or something.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(puzzled)

Mr. Reginald Harris, are you sure?

ROXY sits down across from MICK and folds her arms.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (CONT’D)

Is that the small man with the big guns for hire they’ve just released from prison a few days ago?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(lifts his head up slowly to look at ROXY)

The Mr. Quids of the Shark Race, the killer of joy and hopes of making amends for busted knee caps and sprocket sets, if you know what I mean?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(nods her head to confirm)

That’s right, that’s him, he was with your mate Sean…Sean, oh, what’s his name…(falls silently into deep thought)

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Henderson, Sean Henderson, Spike!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

That’s the one, Sean Henderson, he said to tell you he’s got a good number lined up for you both this week. I told him to piss off and stay away from you, because if it wasn’t for him (pause) …Are you listening to me?

MICK is in a stunned state of confusion and panic.

MICK JACKSON

Where did you see Spike…Sean, I mean? Where did you see him with Mr. Harris?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(shrugs her shoulders)

Outside that club that looks like a factory, you know the one, Les Normington and his wife own it. It’s the one near the High Street…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(puzzled for a moment and then realizes)

The Factory Nightclub, it’s called The Factory, Roxy, and it doesn’t belong to Les anymore, he lost it to Mr. Harris two years ago.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Oh, that’s sad to know. So, why do they call him Ball Breaker Harris?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

You are joking, right?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

He seemed like a nice enough man when I talked to him with Sean, though I would have told him not to get involved with that loser…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(confused)

Who, Mr. Harris or Sean?

Both look directly at one another confused for a moment.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Mr. Harris, of course, he doesn’t want to be hanging around with someone as dodgy as Sean Henderson, does he?

MICK sits back in his chair and looks at ROXY with a very disappointed stare.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Did Spike…Sean, give you a message for me, Roxy?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(passive)

He might have given me a message, he was in a rush…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(angry loud voice)

DID HE GIVE YOU A MESSAGE?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(upset)

Alright, bloody hell, Mick! Yes, he told me tell you to meet him and Mr. Harris at the club…Whatever the chuff that means…

MICK stands up and walks around the dining table.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(sympathetically takes a hold of ROXY’S hand)

Now, think hard Roxy, did he tell you when?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Oh yeah, he said today – This morning actually, but I was at my Mother’s, so you wouldn’t have been able to go anyway…

Throwing her hand away from him MICK turns to the work surface behind him and slams a hand down hard, before he turns to face ROXY once more.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(a little calmer)

I think I’ve just earned Spike a slap from our boss!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

What are you talking about Mick, and why are you acting like your some big fucking gangster all of a sudden?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

I did a job for Mr. Harris…Well, I didn’t, Spike did but said that I was there so I could get paid…It’s complicated, Babe!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Hang on, you did a job for Mr. Harris, but you didn’t do anything, is that what you’re saying?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(sighs weakly)

That’s right, Rox, I did a job, it was a quick money earner that nobody had to know about. I’ve got to get to the club and make sure Mr. Harris is in a good mood so I can explain everything to him.

MICK grabs his coat from behind the back of his chair, then leans down and gives ROXY a gentle kiss on the forehead.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (CONT’D)

Next time Roxy, give me the bloody messages that people give you for me, Okay?

ROXY nods and smiles nervously.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

God, Mick, anyone would think that it would kill you now and again to steer clear of that lot (pauses)…Mick!

MICK exits the house through the back KITCHEN door.

FADE OUT.

 

ACT TWO

EXT. THE FACTORY – AFTERNOON

(Mick Jackson/Jones)

MICK arrives at THE FACTORY NIGHTCLUB to find all the doors are locked. He walks around to the back of the CLUB to see if there is another way inside – There isn’t. MICK takes from his coat his mobile phone and rings SPIKE’S mobile – The VOICE-MAIL message sounds.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Spike, where are you, Mate? (short pause and sigh) When you get this message give me a ring…As soon as, Mate. (hangs up the phone)

CUT TO:

INT. THE FACTORY OFFICE – AFTERNOON

(Sean (Spike) Henderson)

SPIKE is laid dead on the OFFICE floor, the sound of his phone ringing inside the coat pocket before switching to VOICE-MAIL. MICK’S voice can be heard leaving the message. SPIKE is still dead.

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INT. THE JACKSON HOUSE. FRONT DOOR/KITCHEN – AFTERNOON

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, Reginald Harris, Melissa Jackson/Jones, Mick Jackson/Jones)

ROXY answers the door to MR. HARRIS.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(gives a welcome smile)

Oh, hello, again. Mick isn’t in at the moment, he’s just popped out.

REGINALD HARRIS

(strained smile)

That’s alright…Roxy, isn’t it?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

That’s right, and you’re Mr. Harris. I remember seeing you yesterday with Sean. (sweeps her hand into the hallway to show REGINALD inside)

Showing MR. HARRIS inside and straight through into the KITCHEN, ROXY puts the kettle on to boil.

REGINALD HARRIS

(gives a lingering look around the KITCHEN)

I always get the craving for apple pie when I walk into a kitchen, except my own that is, I don’t know why…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(laughs out loud)

Well, you won’t get any apple pie here, Mr. Harris…

REGINALD HARRIS

(polite tone of voice)

Reginald, please. Call me Reginald

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Alright, Reginald it is then. But you’ll still not get any apple pie, the bloody kids eat everything that starts with PUDDING and SWEET – you might get a cupcake if your lucky, though!

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES enters the KITCHEN quietly.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

Mum, when will Tea be ready?

REGINALD HARRIS

(stands up to talk to face MELISSA)

Ah, you must be Melissa, the one I’ve heard so much about!

MELISSA turns and looks at ROXY with a suspicious and puzzled look.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

Is that right? (turns her stare away from Roxy to now look at Reginald directly in the eyes) No you haven’t, I can tell by the way you blink!

REGINALD HARRIS

(shocked)

You have some mouth on you, girl!

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

Yeah, so my boyfriend keeps saying!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(quickly walks up to MELISSA and puts a forced arm around her shoulders and leads her away from REGINALD)

Mr. Harris owns the new Nightclub in town…The Factory. Funny how it looks like a factory, you’re Dad was saying Les lost it to him. (turns to Reginald)

REGINALD HARRIS

(nods and returns to his seat at the dining table)

He did, did he? I can’t wait to meet your Dad, Melissa, and please, Mrs. Jackson, call me Reginald

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

I’m sorry, I’m just not used to…

REGINALD HARRIS

A better lifestyle? (smug)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

I was going to say visitors!

Off Camera the sound of the front door opens and then slams shut again as MICK returns from from his fruitless trip to THE FACTORY NIGHTCLUB. MICK enters the KITCHEN.

REGINALD HARRIS

(stands to greet Mick)

And here he is now. Hello Mick Jackson!

MICK is filled with instant panic.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(tries to explain)

Mr.Harris, I’m sorry about the misunderstanding we had earlier on the phone…

REGINALD HARRIS

(gives an unnatural smile)

That’s alright, Mick, I can call you Mick, can’t I? (Mick nods nervously) As I was saying to your beautiful wife here, I always get the craving for apple pie when I walk into someone else’s kitchen. (paused silence) I have no idea why.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(puzzled but curious)

Its probably like someone walking into your club, Mr. Harris!

REGINALD HARRIS

(confused)

I don’t get it? I don’t understand the connection of the two!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(laughs)

Oh yeah, when they walk into your club they’ll want to dance, right Mick?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(bows his head)

Actually, I was talking about the smell of beer Roxy, the smell would make them think they were…Never mind!

MICK pulls out a chair from under the dining table directly opposite MR. HARRIS and sits down.

REGINALD HARRIS

(rubs his hands together)

So, Mick, have you spoken to your friend Spike lately?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(GULPS hard)

He erm…He phoned me this morning…

REGINALD HARRIS

Yes, I know, I was there, remember?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Look Mr. Harris, that business earlier on the phone, you can see it from my point of view, you could have been anyone…

REGINALD HARRIS

(raising voice)

But I’m not anyone Lad, I’m your Boss, you work for me – or you did!

Roxy pipes up with a rather loud gasp of disappointment.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Awe, Mick, have you gone and lost another bleeding job?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(ignores Roxy)

(TO REGINALD) Did! You mean you don’t want me anymore, Mr. Harris?

REGINALD HARRIS

(laughs out loudly)

Want you! Fucking want YOU! You’ve got balls Lad, I’ll give you that. Now, where’s my fucking money?

Seeing that REGINALD is angered, ROXY grabs a hold of MELISSA and escorts her out of the KITCHEN and into the LIVING ROOM. A moment later MICK follows them.

CUT TO:

INT. THE JACKSON HOUSE. LIVING ROOM – DAY

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, Mick Jackson/Jones, Melissa Jackson/Jones, Benjamin Jackson/Jones, Benny Jackson/Jones)

MICK is careful not to let the kids or Melissa hear what he has to say to ROXY. ROXY and MICK stand just inside the LIVING ROOM doorway out of earshot of the kids.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(whispers)

Listen, Mr. Harris has come over here to talk with me, so do me a favor Roxy, and stay in here while we talk – Please? (begs)

Roxy nods and gives a strained smile. Mick returns to the kitchen (camera follows him from behind until he returns to his seat at the dining table). MR. HARRIS is now stood finishing making the hot drinks (He has made him and MICK one)that ROXY had started to make. MR. HARRIS is rifling through cupboards looking for the sugar – MICK points up at a cupboard while clearing his throat.

REGINALD HARRIS (TO MICK)

Thank you

MICK JACKSON/JONES

You said something about money, Mr. Harris, I’m not quite with you on that score! (points at the top cupboard)

REGINALD HARRIS

Yes, the job you and that Low Life Spike did for me a few nights ago, you made off with all the money from it, I want it back!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(takes in a deep breath)

Listen, Mr. Harris…

REGINALD HARRIS

(becomes very angry and turns away from the drinks to face MICK)

DON’T YOU FUCKING MR. HARRIS ME! Where’s my money, you thieving little bastard?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

I haven’t got your money, honest, Mr. Harris.

REGINALD HARRIS

Then who does? The fucking Tooth Fairy?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Probably the people who did the job for you, I don’t know, I wasn’t…there!

REGINALD HARRIS

But you and that No Mark Spike did the job and Spike swears he hasn’t got it, which only leaves you. (inclination) Hang on, are you trying to tell me that you had someone replace you on that job, and you didn’t fucking clear it with me first?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Look, I don’t know what Spike has told you, but I wasn’t on that job with him, Mr. Harris. I swear!

  1. HARRIS turns back to the drinks, picks them both up and walks over to the dining table, where he hands MICK his cup before sitting back down.

REGINALD HARRIS

(gets comfortable)

Are you calling me a liar, Son?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

No, I was just…

REGINALD HARRIS

Just what? Making me look like a liar?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Fair dos Mr. Harris, I wish I could help you, but I don’t know who Spike took on that job…Which is what I was going to come and see you about…

REGINALD stands up and slowly pushes in the chair back under the dining table.

REGINALD HARRIS

Okay, this is what’s going to happen, you have twenty-four hours to get my money…All £3.2 million, because if you don’t, I’ll start cutting heads off. Do I make myself clear, Mick Jackson?

MICK is speechless. He stares at MR. HARRIS intensely; His whole body wanting to get up and smash the intimidating visitor in the face with anger.

 

 

DREAM SEQUENCE STARTS…

CUT TO:

INT. THE JACKSON HOUSE. KITCHEN – DAY

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, Mick Jackson/Jones, Reginald Harris)

DREAM SEQUENCE 1

MICK stands from his chair and walks casually around the dining table, picking up a large heavy pan from on top of the cooker along the way. REGINALD sees MICK and laughs out loud.

REGINALD HARRIS

And what exactly are you going to do with THAT, Kid?

Immediately, MICK grips the pan handle and hits REGINALD over the head with it. Blood, screams, even bits of half cooked casserole fill the kitchen floor, walls and ceiling. MICK towers over REGINALD holding the pan in a threatening manner.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(confident)

You think you can come into my Gaff and threaten me and my family? Let me tell you, Mr. Fucked, when people like you come into my house and do something like that, they leave in pies, Mate!

  1. REGINALD HARRIS is fearful of MICK and of what he may do to him. REGINALD breaks down crying.

REGINALD HARRIS

Look…I’m sorry…Okay?

MICK JACKSON

Sorry! Sorry! Sorry don’t cut it, Mate, you’ve opened up the Kick-Ass in me – You’ve committed a fucking War Crime, Mr. Harris, and no matter how we look at it, I’m afraid you’re going to have to die! Or…

DREAM SEQUENCE 1 ENDS, SUDDENLY.

CUT TO:

INT. THE JACKSON HOUSE. KITCHEN – DAY

(Mick Jackson/Jones, Mr. Reginald Harris)

Unfortunately Mick phases out of his vivid surreal thoughts of being stronger and more courageous than MR. HARRIS, and he catches the final word of an outstanding option.

REGINALD HARRIS

OR, Or, what? Do you think this is a fucking game Son? Because I can tell you now, it ain’t. Twenty-four-hours and then you come and find me at The Factory. Now, tell me you understand and I will leave you in peace to find my money you stole.

MICK is quiet for a long paused moment to gather his thoughts on the situation at hand, before answering. The sound of MICK’S kids in the LIVING ROOM playing and laughing brings him to some level of dignity and Self-Respect.

MICK JACKSON

You come (pause)…into my home and, and, you (pause)…Threaten my, my family…!

REGINALD puts his hands up in the air, as if he is mocking and mimicking MICK. But he isn’t mocking, he is indicating something to MICK so as to calm him down.

REGINALD HARRIS

Mick, listen to me, put your hands up above your head…And most importantly BREATHE!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

…And then…!

REGINALD HARRIS

Listen to me, Mick, you need to breathe, Son! Fuck this!

RUSHING quickly around to MICK, who through the anxiety and pressure of his situation is now hyperventilating, MICK reaches the point of passing out in MR. HARRIS’s arms.

CUT TO:

INT. THE JACKSON HOME. LIVING ROOM – AFTERNOON

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, Benjamin Jackson/Jones, Melissa Jackson/Jones, Benny Jackson/Jones)

ROXY has just finished entertaining BENJAMIN and BENNY with a little carpet wrestling and has now worked up a thirst for coffee. She walks to the LIVING ROOM door, stops for a second and turns to MELISSA.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MELISSA)

I’m going to finish making that Coffee, do you want one, I’ll get Mick to put the kettle on?

MELISSA nods eagerly.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

That would be nice, Mum, have you got any biscuits?

ROXY smiles happily.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Your Dad picked up your favorites at the supermarket, he still thinks I didn’t see him. Why don’t you come and ask him where they are?

Both women make their way to the KITCHEN. BENJAMIN and BENNY stay in the LIVING ROOM to watch cartoons on the TV.

CUT TO:

INT. THE JACKSON HOME. KITCHEN – DAY

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, Mick Jackson/Jones, Melissa Jackson/Jones, Reginald Harris)

REGINALD has caught MICK from falling to the ground by catching him in his arms, but upon ROXY and MELISSA’S grand entrance of gasps, cries and screams, REGINALD drops MICK to the floor accidentally. All the while MICK is still unconscious from his lack of normal breathing.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

(in total panic)

FUCKING HELL! Mum, he’s killed Dad!

Attempting to straighten up his suit REGINALD holds out his hands to indicate that he hadn’t killed MICK.

REGINALD HARRIS

Actually, you’ve both got it all wrong!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(sad low tone) You’ve killed Mick

REGINALD HARRIS

Seriously…!

MELISSA HARRIS

You better start saying your bloody prayers Mate, because my Mum knows Oregano, she’ll fucking kill you!

ROXY takes a gentle hold of MELISSA’S arm and steps forward to face REGINALD.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Actually, it’s Origami, Melissa Sweetheart, Oregano is what you eat, please stop sounding stupid! As for you (turns to REGINALD), what the hell did you do to my Husband? (demanding voice)

REGINALD HARRIS

That is what I am trying to tell you both, he passed out, feinted, fell unconscious…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

HEY! (loud) Are you taking the piss out of my Daughter, just because she don’t know what the difference is between Oregano and Origami? That don’t give you the right to rub it in!

MELISSA twigs at the insult given to her by her MOTHER and becomes angered.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

(angry)

Oh, right, so I’m stupid and thick am I? Is that what you really think of me, Mum? (starts crying tears)

REGINALD HARRIS

Congratulations Mrs. Jackson, you truly are Mother of the Fuckin’ Year…

Before REGINALD can finish his sentence or prepare himself he is knocked unconscious by ROXY, who has taken hold of a large heavy pan from the cooker top and smashed it over the visitors head. REGINALD is knocked out INSTANTLY. MELISSA is shocked.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

What the fuck?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Melissa, Sweet Heart, you really need to stop crying – Like NOW!

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

(sobs)

Can’t you see I’m upset?

ROXY tilts her head at MELISSA, her eyes showing slight sympathy. ROXY holds out her arm with an open hand, to which MELISSA begins to step forward, until she is stopped by ROXY.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

What are you doing? Pass me the big knife out of the drawer behind you.

MELISSA stops and glares at her Mother intensely.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

Wha…! Get your own bloody knife, I’m off to the shops to buy something that will help calm me down.

ROXY throws up a hand in objection.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

I don’t think so, Young Lady, you’re staying right here to help me get rid of this body…

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

YUK! Mum, you don’t get your only Daughter to help you cut up a body. Benjamin will help you, he watches more Soaps than I do. I’m off – See ya.

MELISSA exits the KITCHEN. ROXY stares momentarily into the CAMERA with a vacant expression.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

What the bloody hell are you talking about…Don’t you start with me, I’m telling you…Melissa Jackson! Get back here now!

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (O.S.)

I’ll see you later.

The sound of the front door slams shut. ROXY is standing between both MICK and REGINALD who are still unconscious on the floor. Walking over to the drawer she takes out the big knife before turning to face the two men.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(in deep thought)

Right, Gentlemen, I think its time you started telling me what’s going on.

ROXY moves forward toward the two men.

CUT TO:

MOMENTS LATER

INT. THE JACKSON HOME. KITCHEN – DAY

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, Mick Jackson/Jones, Reginald Harris)

ROXY is sitting on a chair that she has turned around so as to face the two men while leaning on the back rest. With the big knife from the drawer still in her hand, she taps the blade end on the top of the chair back. Both MICK and REGINALD begin to regain consciousness at the same time.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BOTH MEN)

Hello Boys, did you enjoy your little nap?

REGINALD doesn’t look or sound happy, his voice is muffled by a taught gag that ROXY has made in a hurry from socks taken from the laundry pile. This gag keeps REGINALD quiet.

REGINALD HARRIS (O.C.)

(garbled words of objection)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

I’m sorry about the taste. You see, Mr. Harris, in this house there are only one set of hands, so the sock hasn’t been washed yet…

REGINALD tries to shout out again, but again, only garbled sounds come out. His eyes show a mash of expressions that the odor from the dirty garment is making him feel sick.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (O.S.)

I know, but look at it this way. If you were dead, you wouldn’t be complaining…

MICK JACKSON/JONES (O.C.)

Roxy! Wha…! Why am tied up in this bloody chair?

(FULL PAN) We see MICK’S puzzled face shows him attempting to free himself from the ropes and cable-ties.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (O.C.)

Oh, hey up, its awake look (laughs and turns to Reginald with a smile) Now we’re cooking!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Jesus H Christ, Roxy, what did you do to Mr. Harris (nods in the direction of Reginald)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Nothing…Yet!

MICK JACKSON/JONES (O.C.)

So why is he tied up?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

He was being naughty, weren’t you, Mr. Harris. He knocked you out Mick, I found him carrying you toward the back kitchen door, I dread to think what he was doing to you before Melissa and me came in and caught the cheeky bleeder!

ROXY leans forward, releases the sock from REGINALD’S mouth and sits staring at him.

REGINALD HARRIS

(infuriated)

YOU FUCKING CRAZY BITCH! (gets shown the knife) Okay, your the Boss, I’m sorry! (cowers)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Sorry! Sorry don’t cut it Mate, you hurt the man I love…

(CAMERA PAN TO MICK) MICK stares hard into the camera.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Roxy, please, don’t do this!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

And what exactly is it that I’m doing, Mick?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Put down the knife, Babe and untie me, we can talk about this…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(smiles)

Okay, just as soon as you tell me what the hell all of this is about.

MICK looks away from ROXY to think.

REGINALD HARRIS

Maybe I should tell your wife exactly what’s going on here, that way she gets the truth (Roxy puts the knife very close to Reginald’s face) Or then again, maybe you should tell her.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Alright, I’ll tell you, but you have to make me a promise Babe, that your going to untie me.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(starts to lose her temper at MICK)

MICK JACKSON (shouts) Tell me what the hell’s going on, right now!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(MICK CRUMBLES)

That job I said I was on the other day, it looks like some money went missing…Quite a lot of money actually, and Mr. Harris here believes that it was me who stole it.

REGINALD HARRIS (O.C.)

(impressed with MICK)

Whey-hey, he can tell the truth…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

SHUT UP! Don’t speak another word. (to MICK) The job you did with Spike, but you didn’t go on that job…Oh, right! You didn’t get around to telling him then, I guess?

REGINALD HARRIS

Now whose dishing the bullshit!

ROXY turns to REGINALD and positions the knife very close to his eyeball, staring coldly into his eyes.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(cool and collected)

This is a self-sharpening kitchen utensil used for gutting fish and other noisy little animals. Now, if you would like to keep your major organs, including your Chippolata , you’ll tell me what makes you think that my husband stole your dirty money?

REGINALD HARRIS

Only two people were on that Security job, Spike and your Old Man here. Now, if you truly believe you are innocent in all of this, then give me the name of the other Contractor? Simple.

MICK AND ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(together)

Less of the bloody OLD!

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO HARRIS)

As far as I know, Spike told me that he was going to get someone from your Firm to help him. He didn’t give a name…

REGINALD HARRIS

Alright. Alright, listen, this isn’t getting us anywhere. Cut these ropes and let me go…I’ll give you and your family 24-hours to get out of the city…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

24-hours! I tell you what, I’ll untie you and let you go if you leave the city.

REGINALD HARRIS

Well, there lies the problem. I want my money, you want to live on like it never happened. So, why not do yourself a favor and take the offer, as the consequences of your actions that you are about to make may sound a great idea right about now, the fact is, you’ll be lucky if you last five-minutes.

PUSHING herself away from REGINALD, ROXY makes her way to MICK, who is sat WISHING he was somewhere else – LITERALLY.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(whispers)

What if we…You know…What they did on Shallow Grave, to that old grumpy bastard they took in as a Lodger?

Mick cannot believe his ears. He is not happy with the plan that Roxy is suggesting.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(whispers back)

Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you know who he is? Good idea, just the wrong man to mess with Roxy.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

What if we…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(loud)

No Roxy. I mean it (whispers) you don’t know what this man is capable of doing!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Alright, Okay, you win Mick. (Mick sighs with relief) But which body part would you start with first? His Heart? Ears? Shriveled Dick? (laughs like a crazy person)

REGINALD HARRIS

Please, put me out of my fucking misery, somebody! If your going to do it Sweet Heart, then just do it, don’t pansy about with the big mouth! For Fucks Sake! Now I know where that thick daughter of yours gets it all from!

ROXY stands up, knocking the chair behind him over with the back of her knees. Rushing up to REGINALD she rests the sharp blade across the of one ear on REGINALD’S head.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(calmly)

You, Mr. Reginald Harris, are not a very nice man. You accuse my husband of something that some other retard who works for you has done, and then you come into my house and attack my husband…

REGINALD HARRIS

He passed out, I was trying to save him from getting hurt…He did, he feinted like a puff…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

That’s it! (slaps Reginald across the face hard) Don’t you dare talk about my husband like that, its not nice.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Thank You Darling. (Smiles proudly at ROXY)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Now, this is what’s going to happen. You, Mr. Harris are going home, you’re going to see your wife and kids again, yay. Won’t that be nice?

REGINALD HARRIS

I haven’t got a wife, and I certainly don’t have any fuckin’ kids to ruin my life (smiles when suddenly thinking of a very happy moment with his girlfriend) I do have a girlfriend, however, so it will be a nice surprise for her when she sees me again.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Roxy, you need to listen to me, untie me, Babe, untie me now.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(TO MICK) Absolutely not. (TO REGINALD) Do I have your word that if I untie you…

REGINALD HARRIS

WHEN…The word your looking for is WHEN you untie me!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

WHEN I untie you. We have 24-hours to leave London, right?

REGINALD HARRIS

Right.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

And you won’t come after us, right?

REGINALD HARRIS

That’s not right!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

You could lie and say…

REGINALD HARRIS

Okay, right. 24-hours to get out of the city and I won’t come and hunt you all down like wild dogs and kill you!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

That sounds fair to me, Mr. Harris, now, hold still while I cut these ropes.

ROXY starts cutting REGINALD’S ropes.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (CONT’D)

You do understand that we had no intentions of this happening, don’t you?

REGINALD HARRIS

(NODS TO CONFIRM)

And it wasn’t my intentions to put a fuckin’ bullet through you’re hubby’s Best Mates head this morning after learning about my missing money either, but hey, shit happens, right?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(laughs nervously)

Right, of course you did! You wouldn’t shoot anyone, surely!

REGINALD HARRIS

And what’s that supposed to mean?

ROXY stops cutting the very last piece of rope.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Well, you look too sensitive to be a killer – Did you really shoot Spike?

REGINALD HARRIS

For the record, I am not too sensitive, but, if you steal my fuckin’ money then yeah, I guess I am too sensitive. And yes, I really did shoot Spike.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

But you didn’t shoot Spike really, you’re just saying that because of your image, aren’t you?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

For Gods Sake, Roxy, will you listen to the man and stop cutting him loose…

REGINALD HARRIS

Yes, your right, I’m saying that because of my image…But I did shoot that Judas right in the fucking mush, I swear down. Now finish cutting these ropes and let me get the hell out of this mad house.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(sad for the loss of SPIKE)

Spikes dead! I can’t believe it, I just talked to him this morning…You rang meHE rang me – but you said I’d stole your money…

REGINALD HARRIS

Listen Kid, do yourself a favor and get as far away from here as you can, because when your time runs out, I will come looking for you…AND FOR FUCKS SAKE, BREATHE! Keep doing that and your poor wife and kids will be the only ones left for me to kill!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Hang on, your not really gonna come hunting us, are you?

The last piece of rope is finally cut and MR. REGINALD HARRIS was free. Standing to his feet he grabs ROXY, gently, but firmly before looking her deep in the eyes.

REGINALD HARRIS

24-hours – Say it with me, 24-hours…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

24-hours…

REGINALD HARRIS

That’s all you have, make the best of it. Get my money and all of this goes away, but make me come looking for it will not end well for you or your family.

REGINALD gives one last look over to MICK.

REGINALD HARRIS

Fuckin’ nutters, the lot of ’em!

REGINALD leaves the house through the back KITCHEN door.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(upset)

That is one evil man.

ROXY cuts MICK free of his ropes.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

What the hell did you just do?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

He won’t carry out his threats, Mick

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Wha…! Are you mad? That was Mr. Reginald Harris – The Ball-breaker – he doesn’t mess around, Roxy!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

And neither do we, we’re the Jackson’s, Mick!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(confused)

You might as well call us The fucking Jones’s, or The Walking Dead! There’s no way we can keep up to his speed and get away…!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

I have a plan

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Is it a plan that won’t get us killed? And in not get US killed, I mean…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(ROXY interrupts him with a nudge)

Yes, Mick, I knew what you meant the first time. Do you trust me?

MICK looks very strained, stressed and worried.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

We’re Fucked, aren’t we Roxy?

FADE TO BLACK.

 

ACT 3.

FADE IN:

INT. THE JACKSON HOUSE. MAIN BEDROOM – AFTERNOON

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, Mick Jackson/Jones, Benjamin Jackson/Jones, Benny Jackson/Jones)

MICK is sat on the end of the bed while the kids sit around both him and ROXY on the floor playing. ROXY is choosing some clothes from her wardrobe, occasionally putting them on the bed next to MICK.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Do you think we should take some sun tan lotion with us, it’ll be nicer weather over there!

MICK thinks – HARD.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Where the hell’s “over there”?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Spain, of course, all the people that do runners from the likes of Reginald Harris run off to nice sunny places, like Spain…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

NO. No, definitely not, he has connections over there and they’ll find us as soon as we book into a hotel.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Portugal then

MICK JACKSON/JONES

No.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Greece…Ah, the golden sand…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

FOR FUCKS SAKE! Roxy, this is serious, we need to get out of here and the further the better. That means no tropical countries, no holiday resorts, nowhere that Harris would ever think of looking for us.

ROXY thinks deeply.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

There’s always my Mothers’ house

MICK JACKSON/JONES

No.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Your Mothers’ house?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

God no, my Mother would want to…Actually, no, she would see to it that Mr. Harris never bothered us or anyone else for that matter again…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

She would, you know? Your Mum would be that man’s worst nightmare.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

I’ve got it. Stay here and wait till I come back, Okay? Get the kids packed and ready, oh, and get that bloody Daughter of yours on the phone and tell her to get her arse around here sharpish!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

But where are you going? What if that psychopath comes back?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Left hand cupboard under the sink!

ROXY shows a confused look.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (CONT’D)

Bertha! You’ll crack a skull with that pan. My Gran passed that down as an heir loom after Granddad was killed by it!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

You’re Granddad was killed by a stray German bomb, your Mum told me!

MICK walks up to ROXY and gives her a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

He was making a stew for the soldiers and refused to leave it unattended until it was done, so when the bomb hit, he was killed. The pan survived though, which is why my Grandmother fought tooth and nail for it to be sent back with his personal belongings.

MICK exits the BEDROOM . ROXY sits down on the bed for just a few seconds before she is disturbed by the kids.

CUT TO:

INT. STEVE KNAPP’S HOUSE. BEDROOM – AFTERNOON

(STEVE KNAPP, MICK JACKSON/JONES, VERONICA LEWIS)

MICK arrives at STEVE KNAPP’S house where he finds VERONICA LEWIS (STEVE’S GF) laying on the bed covers in just her underwear, while STEVE is almost comatose from the smoking of powerful weed at the side of her. VERONICA LEWIS is not STONED.

STEVE KNAPP

(heavily stoned)

Am I trippin’?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Steve! Steve! Hey, listen up Mate…

VERONICA LEWIS

(smiles)

He can’t hear you…

STEVE KNAPP

Yes I can.

VERONICA LEWIS

He can’t see you…

STEVE KNAPP

Er…Yes I can.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Listen Steve, we have a problem! Hi Veronica, how’s things?

VERONICA LEWIS

Things are cool, Mick, and don’t worry, I can hear and see you!

MICK JACKSON (TO VERONICA)

That’s…Good to hear, Veronica.

STEVE shakes his head in a desperate bid to bring himself around a little. He is nearly falling from the edge of the bed.

STEVE KNAPP

Houston, we have a problem…(giggles very loudly and falls off the edge of the bed onto the floor still laughing)

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(rushes to Steve)

For Fucks Sake! Steve, listen, we’re in big trouble Mate, Reginald Harris has a fuckin’ big hard on for me and I don’t know what to do?

VERONICA LEWIS

(interrupts loudly)

Are you saying Ball Breaker Harris is GAY? (gives a look of doubt)

MICK holds STEVE upright before pushing him back onto the bed where he starts to slap him across the face, soft at first, then getting a little more heavy handed. STEVE is completely out of it.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

I didn’t say anything about Harris being gay, why, what do you know?

VERONICA throws her hands up in the air and starts moving herself off of the bed. Mick watches her slowly remove herself and swagger to the BEDROOM door.

VERONICA LEWIS

I’ll leave you two to it, I need to take a shit!

VERONICA exits the BEDROOM and enters the BATHROOM.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(looks down at STEVE))

Shit, Man! How much have you smoked?

STEVE is slipping in and out of consciousness while giving MICK a cheesy wide smile.

STEVE KNAPP

The whole forest…Hey, Mick, do you want to see where this tree leads us? (he is heavily stoned) Here, I have a Hover-board, Hand-glider or, what the fuck is this…A ball of string…! (grabs out into the air to take a hold of the imaginary ball of string)

MICK JACKSON/JONES

No thanks Steve, listen, we have to leave the city, I need you to ring around and get some of the lads together…

STEVE KNAPP

Are we having a party? Awesome!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

No, we’re not having a party, Steve. Ring around the lads and get them…Steve! What the fuck are you doing now?

STEVE is laid on top of the bed in his Boxer Shorts holding his hands up in the air in front of him…

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DREAM SEQUENCE 2

In STEVE’S mind he is flying a plane, of which he is the PILOT and MICK is his CO-PILOT. (VFX show both STEVE and MICK sitting in an old World War Two LANCASTER BOMBER, both are wearing the uniforms and goggles).

STEVE KNAPP

We’re nearly there, Mate, not long now…WHAT! What’s up?

MATCH CUT TO:

MICK is in REALITY.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Get your shit together Steve, and ring around the lads, we haven’t got time for all this bullshit!

MATCH CUT TO:

Nodding his head while continuing to run his inner minds fantasy, MICK stands up and makes his way out of STEVE’S BEDROOM to the BATHROOM DOOR. (VFX: MICK exits the cockpit of the plane that STEVE is flying and disappears into the back of the plane.

INT. STEVE KNAPP’S HOUSE. BATHROOM – AFTERNOON

(MICK JACKSON/JONES, VERONICA LEWIS)

VERONICA is in the BATHROOM using the toilet.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

I’m, erm, sorry to bother you…

VERONICA LEWIS

It’s Okay, what’s up?

MICK talks to VERONICA through the short crack in the door.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

I need Steve to do something for me before he leaves, can you make sure he rings around everyone to let them know I’m leaving tonight, please?

Suddenly, a loud sounding wet fart echoes around the BATHROOM. MICK is shocked.

VERONICA LEWIS

Sorry about that. Is that it, is there anything else?

MICK has now come NOSE to TAIL with the smelly wet fart and is seen trying hard not to throw up with its pungent vile smell.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(tries to hold his breath long enough to answer) Yeah…Tell him…Tell him to meet me at the usual place.

MICK leaves Veronica to her privacy and quickly descends the staircase and out of the front door.

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EXT. OUTSIDE STEVE KNAPP’S HOUSE. STREET – DAY

(MICK JACKSON/JONES, WAYNE BURROWS, ALISON WHYTE, ALAN SIMMS, PERCY SCOPES)

A few seconds later when he is clear of the door MICK starts to take in deep breaths of fresh air into his lungs. As he regains his senses again, he is approached by WAYNE BURROWS, an old friend of his, and SPIKE.

WAYNE BURROWS

Fuck me, is that the illusive Mick Jackson I see before me? (laughs and waddles up to Mick)

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Well, I’ll be a Monkey’s Uncle…Wayne fucking Burrows, as I live and breathe.

WAYNE BURROWS

(puts a hand out for Mick)

How are you doing, Mate? (shakes his hand)

MICK looks back at STEVE’S house and becomes distracted when he sees VERONICA leaving by the front gate. Waving for her to come over to him, she shows him and WAYNE the finger, before carrying on walking up the street towards a nearby bus stop. WAYNE watches her too.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

I think I’ve lost it!

WAYNE BURROWS

I should fuckin’ hope so too, Mate, she’s a bit of alright. You not with Roxy anymore then, is she a free agent like you now, too?

MICK is angry.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Are you HIGH? What the fuck is wrong with you people?

WAYNE BURROWS

I’m sorry, Mick, I was out of order Mate, forgive me it’s just that…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Yeah, I already know, Wayne, you see a delicious blond walk out of a house where not a few moments earlier, you saw me walk out of the very same place. That’s known as simple Mathematics, Mate!

WAYNE BURROWS

Mathema…What?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Mathematics, Wayne, which in your case you’ll make two and two equal five…as always…and then go tell some idiot, who in turn will tell Roxy. Well, so that you know, I’m still with Roxy…

WAYNE BECOMES SUDDENLY EXCITED.

WAYNE BURROWS

Awesome, Mate (pause) you banging them both then?

Becoming very short tempered at his old friend, MICK lunges forward to hit out at WAYNE, however, quick to react WAYNE moves out of the way to allow MICK to fall onto and into the empty road.

 

MICK JACKSON/JONES

What the hell was all that about, Wayne?

WAYNE BURROWS

Just to let you know…To let all of you know fucker’s know, I don’t get pushed around no more, not by you or any of those other WANKERS that you call friends. There’s only one person who gets away with that these days.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Oh yeah, whose that then, you’re Mother? (laughs out loudly while picking himself up from the floor)

WAYNE BURROWS

HEY! Don’t you be going talking about my Mother, Michael Jackson! I was talking about the ray of sunshine that is presently in my life at the moment, the Creme De La Creme of the female kind…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

You got yourself a cat…

WAYNE stares at MICK silently but intensely.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (CONT’D)

A Dog…(pause) Fish (pause) Hamster (pause) Holy Fuck! You didn’t! Is it a fuckin’ Horse?

WAYNE is bemused with MICK’S outburst and so turns to walk away from him. It is now that MICK realizes he is in the wrong and attempts to apologize.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (CONT’D)

Wayne, hold on, Mate, I’m sorry!

WAYNE stops in his tracks and turns to face MICK.

WAYNE BURROWS

I know you are, Mick, which is why I consider you one of my bestest friends. Her name is Alison, Alison Whyte!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(shocked)

Your shitting me, right? THE Alison Whyte?

WAYNE BURROWS

(gives a satisfied proud smirk)

Better bet your life it is, we hooked up yesterday at Adrian Montgomery’s party in the city. I tell you, she makes the rain feel amazing.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Well, congratulations, I hope it all works…!

Suddenly MICK is distracted, again, only this time it is on looking up the street behind WAYNE. PERCY SCOPES is seen leaving the OFF License to get into a waiting car, the waiting car being the very same which MR. REGINALD HARRIS drove around to his house in earlier that morning. WAYNE turns to see PERCY disappear into the back of the car before turning back to MICK.

WAYNE BURROWS

Percy Scopes, must be something big going down for him to be around here. Right, I’m off, see you around Mick, and give my best to your Roxy and the family.

With a silent nod WAYNE starts to walk away toward the car with PERCY SCOPES in it, but, just as the car is about to pass WAYNE, he is ran at by a young woman – ALISON WHYTE – who smothers him with kisses as soon as she reaches him.

MICK JACKSON

Holy Shit! She looks absolutely…

ALAN SIMMS stands outside STEVE KNAPP’S house shouting and waving over to MICK.

ALAN SIMMS

Mick! Is that you?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Alan!

ALAN SIMMS

What the hell are you doing here, Mate, you and your family have to be gone! We heard about Spike…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Whose WE?

ALAN SIMMS

The lads, their all round at your house helping with the packing and stuff, you know. We better get you back round there and get ready for the off.

MICK begins walking back to STEVE’S house where ALAN goes inside and carries STEVE back to MICK over his shoulder to the his car parked a little way away. All three men now in ALAN’S car start their journey to MICK’S.

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INT. THE JACKSON HOUSE. KITCHEN – DAY

(Roxy, Melissa, Benjamin, Benny, Carl Flood, John Pinter, Justin Eckles, Darren Thomlinson, Sade Lorimer, Rita Anne Davey)

THE JACKSON HOUSE KITCHEN is full of people; friends, better friends, strangers, even. Inside standing, sitting and leaning against the fixtures they all wait to hear the news of what happened between MICK and MR. HARRIS.

SADE LORIMER (TO ROXY)

Is it true you cut one of Harris’ balls off with a Chef Knife? (giggles)

RITA ANNE DAVEY (TO EVERYONE)

I heard is was a garroting he got, the dirty old Perv! Fuckin’ deserves it, too, if you ask me. Good on you, Roxy!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Sade, no. Rita, no. And can somebody please tell me where your all hearing this shit from?

MELISSA enters the KITCHEN quietly and looks directly at her MOTHER with a look of both GUILT and DREAD on her face.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

Mum, are we all going to die?

ROXY wades through the group of gathered people to get to her DAUGHTER. Sade past ROXY on the back gently.

SADE LORIMER

I’d have cut both his balls off myself. Good on you Roxy.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(gives a strained smile)

Well, as they say, some things go way out of comprehension…(suddenly feels faint)

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

(catches Roxy as she falls while crying out loudly)

MUM!

THE guests in the KITCHEN are all huddled around ROXY lying on her back on the floor with concern and worry on their faces. Melissa breathes a sigh of relief when finally her DAD – MICK – walks in through the back KITCHEN door.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (CONT’D)

DAD! Mum, she just passed out.

MICK is worried and barges his way through the large gathering of people. As quickly as they can the crowd move out of his way and form a tunnel right up to ROXY.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Roxy! Roxy! (grabs a hold of her and carries her over to the kitchen table where he rests her down gently) It’s me, it’s Mick, I’m here…

ROXY suddenly regains consciousness (as though MICK’S voice had told her), turning her head around and looking up at several faces that are still staring down at her, including MICK.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MICK)

Do you know something Mick Jackson, you could talk a nail out of a wall, you could. There I was lying there thinking, I wonder who that sweet and sexy voice belongs to…Ah…So sweet.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

It’s worse than we thought, Dad, it’s…Broken her…

ROXY makes her way to her feet with the assistance of MICK, who helps her down from the dining table to the floor. Once ROXY has dusted herself down she turns to MICK.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

Are you alright, Roxy?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MICK)

(hesitates)

Yeah, I’m fine, you know me?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

I do, and you know I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t want to know.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MICK)

I know. I’m fine, you go and sort those lads out in the other room and I’ll make us some drinks.

MICK gives ROXY a quick kiss on the lips before rushing off and ushering everyone in the LIVING ROOM, so that he could talk with the others privately.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

(whispers discreetly)

You lied to him!

ROXY is startled by MELISSA’S sudden statement.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Not now, Melissa, I’m not in the mood, Okay?

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

You never are these days, Mum. Everyday seems to be a bad day for you, do you know that? I was starting to think you might be ready for the Old Folks Home down the road…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(offended)

You bloody cheeky cow!

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

You have to tell him, Mum, if you love him and want this whole thing to work, you are going to have to tell him.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(makes her way to the sink and reaches over for the kettle before filling it with water)

I’ll tell him…

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

When? When will you tell him? Today? Tomorrow? The day after that? WHEN?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

For Fucks Sake, calm down Melissa and go give your head a bit of fresh air will you? I said I will tell him, do I have to prove something to you? No, I don’t, so leave me the hell alone.

MELISSA is hurt by the response from her MOTHER and with the hiding of her sadness MELISSA rushes off out of the KITCHEN in the direction of the stairs.

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INT. THE JACKSON HOUSE. LIVING ROOM – AFTERNOON

(Mick Jackson/Jones, Benjamin Jackson/Jones, Benny Jackson/Jones and eleven of Mick and Roxy’s friends)

STEVE KNAPP (TO MICK)

I just want to say I’m sorry about all that shit earlier, Mate, I want to apologize for getting wasted and having such an awesome time while in my own home. Trust me when I say this, there will never be another time that I make a complete arse of myself. I’m going to miss you, Man, really.

MICK puts his arm around STEVE and pulls him close for a MAN-HUG.

HARRY SHERIDAN

Fucking Puffs!

SAMANTHA CASTLE (TO HARRY)

What the hell did you just say?

HARRY SHERIDAN

I said, F-U-C-K-I-N-G P-U-F-F-S! WHY? Have you got something to say to me – (growls) TO MY FUCKING FACE?

SAM CASTLE (TO HARRY)

Actually, no, that’s what I thought you said. I’m Sam, Sam Castle, you must be Harry…

HARRY pauses for a brief moment in bewilderment as he tries to remember the woman standing right in front of him.

HARRY SHERIDAN

I’m sorry, you have me at a loss…I’m Harry, yes, Harry Sheridan.

SAM CASTLE (TO HARRY)

I know, you’re Brother knocked up my Sister, Harriet last summer…

HARRY SHERIDAN

HOLY FUCK! You are kidding me, right (turns to a friend at the side of him and taps him on the shoulder to get his attention) Hey, is this Samantha Castle, the baby Sister to Harriet Castle who got…Who became a Mother last summer?

IAN PEARCE – The Friend – turns immediately and head butt’s HARRY full on in the face, which in turn sends HARRY hurtling back into the large crowd of guests, toppling himself and four others to the floor.

IAN PEARCE

You stink of piss the lot of you! (puts his two fingers up and exits the Living Room quickly)

SAM CASTLE

(leans down to Harry)

Oh My God, Harry, are you alright? Harry?

HARRY is laid out cold on the floor, still and lifeless with his nose broken, bleeding and bent to the side. SAM is concerned and calls MICK over from the crowd.

SAM CASTLE (TO MICK)

Mick! Mick! (yells) MICK!

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO SAM)

Yeah, what is it Sam, you ran out of Vermouth? (laughs and walks over to both Sam and Harry)

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO SAM)

What the…(looks down at Harry) What the hell happened to Harry?

SAM CASTLE (TO MICK)

It all happened so fast…Oh My God, I need a drink!

MICK takes SAM by the arms gently, but firmly, to calm her down enough to explain.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

It’s alright Sam, listen to me, breathe in…And out. Breathe in…and out. That’s it, you’re doing great. Now, what the Fuck happened to Harry?

SAM CASTLE (TO MICK)

You’re friend Harry got himself knocked the Fuck out! That’s what happened to Harry, Mick.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

But who would want to do that to Harry?

CRAIG WINSTON taps MICK on the shoulder.

CRAIG WINSTON (TO MICK)

Mick Jackson, My Man, how you doing? Hey, I’ve been looking for you Man, some guy down at the market says he has some plums for you, if you know what I mean? (laughs uncontrollably)

MICK smiles without answering CRAIG and moves on through the crowd of people who have all now helped themselves to his booze stash and turned the whole meeting into a giant HOUSE PARTY.

KEVIN COATES

Mick! Mick! Can we crank up the music, Mate? (visually impersonates a DJ leaning down to a record on a turn table)

MICK nods his head in agreement after spending a moments trying desperately to say “NO”. Leaving the LIVING ROOM he walks back into the KITCHEN (Camera follows behind him) where ROXY is sat at the dining table with a large glass of COLA colored liquid.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Roxy, what are you drinking?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Pop!

MICK shrugs as if refusing to believe the reply.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Pop my arse!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Okay, its Bacardi and Coke, so what? Whose party is this anyway?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Your drunk! I don’t believe it…

STEVE KNAPP (TO MICK)

(innocently)

Have you got any orange juice, Mick?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO STEVE)

(angry and frustrated)

No, Steve, I haven’t. Can you go into the living room and tell everyone…(rubs his hand through his hair nervously) …I mean, get The Lads in here and make sure everyone else stays in the living room with the kids, please?

STEVE KNAPP (TO MICK)

Sure, I can do that, can you get me some orange juice to go with this paracetamol, my head is banging, Mate? Some sad cunt in there is playing The Birdie Song, Mate – I fucking hate that song!

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO STEVE)

Sorry, Steve, I’m just a bit jittery, that’s all, Mate.

STEVE KNAPP

(pats Mick hard on the back)

That’s alright, you’ve spoke to me worse than that before now (turns to Roxy) Isn’t that right Roxy?

ROXY looks up weakly and smiles before finding the energy to stand and face STEVE. MICK assists her, again, by taking her arm and supporting her before stepping back. MICK looks around at the work top behind him and sees the Orange Juice bottle right next to the kettle.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO STEVE)

You must excuse my husband, Steve, he’s not taking the situation as well as some people think…!

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

(speaks quietly but angrily)

What the hell are you doing, Roxy?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(steadies her hand with the drink in it and looks at Mick cheekily)

What am I DOING? I’m keeping it together, Mick, not running around like some Blue Arsed Fly, trying to gather an army of…Well, I don’t know what you’d call them, but it is not enough to go after Mr. Harris with, that I AM sure. (everyone in the kitchen stops what they are doing to listen to both Roxy and Mick) He came into this house – OUR HOUSE – and threatened our family. You once said to me, Roxy, if the world starts to fall, I’ll be there to catch you…

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

(puts out his arms and cuddles into her)

And I also made a vow, too! That on the life of my first born, Melissa, I would never put any of you in the way of harm. Your right! (turns to everyone in the kitchen and shouts out loudly and clearly) Okay everyone, the parties over, can anyone who is not a part of this family please exit the building, those who are a part of this family stay right where you are, please?

Returning back to ROXY, MICK cuddles into her tightly while whispering softly into her ear.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

You know what this means, don’t you, Babe?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MICK)

(nestles her head into Mick’s chest and nods vigorously)

Yeah, but its not that that worries me, what worries me is you, Babe!

MICK pushes ROXY away from him gently while showing a very surprised and also worried look on his face.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

What?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MICK)

WHAT? Don’t look at me like that, Mick Jackson, you had all of this figured out the moment you came home and found Harris here at home, didn’t you?

MICK looks at ROXY with a very visible perplexed expression that tells ROXY that he knew something that she didn’t know – and this bothered ROXY, a lot.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

(he concedes) Actually, it was before he came around to the house! It was after Spike rang me this morning that I realized it was Mr. Harris I was talking to…

ROXY JACKSON (TO MICK)

(very worried tone)

What did you do, Mick?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO STEVE)

Can you go and get The Lads, Steve, please, there’s something you all need to hear.

STEVE nods and quickly leaves the KITCHEN to bring the other FRIENDS that MICK trusted enough to be considered FAMILY into the KITCHEN.

FADE TO:

INT. THE JACKSON/JONES HOUSE. KITCHEN – AFTERNOON

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, Mick Jackson/Jones, Steve Knapp, Melissa Jackson/Jones, Carl Flood, John Pinter, Justin Eckles, Darren Thomlinson, Sade Lorimer, Rita Anne Davey, Harry Sheridan, Sam Castle, Ian Pearce, Craig Winston, Kevin Coates)

THE LADS are brought into the KITCHEN. MICK and ROXY wait for all of them to make themselves comfortable before ROXY claps her hands together for silence. All eyes turn to MICK who has prepared himself for the moment.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO EVERYONE)

Alright, alright, settle down.

CARL FLOOD (O.C.)

Oh, come on Mick, there’s no room in here for all of us, Mate!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO CARL)

Carl Flood, you sit your bloody arse down and be quiet, right now! Can’t you see Mick is trying to say something?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

I don’t think the rest of the neighbors heard you, Roxy, but I definitely know Carl did. Right, me and Roxy…(short pause) Well, I can’t lie! The business between Mr. Harris and me has reached a compromise – We have twenty-four-hours to get as far away from London as possible…

DARREN THOMLINSON (TO MICK)

Hang on a minute, are you saying that Harris hasn’t taken your word on board?

MICK looks at ROXY with a sad look.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO EVERYONE)

Its worse than that actually, Fellas, Harris told us this morning that he has killed Spike!

Gasps and awes sound around the KITCHEN. Again, MICK asks for silence with a waving hand in the air.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO EVERYONE)

(shouts) OKAY! OKAY! Harris thinks that we’re scared of him and the simple truth of the matter is not whether we are scared, but whether we are willing to share the risk of being hurt with the rest of our families, our friends and those we care about…

SAM CASTLE (O.C.)

Come off it Mick, he ain’t the fucking Mafia, so why the big song and dance?

ROXY gives MICK a gentle smile.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MICK)

I’ll take it from here, Babe.

MICK nods and smiles back before sitting down in his chair at the side of her. It is just as ROXY is about to speak up that there is a distracting sound of intrusion at the front door. MELISSA has gone to answer the initial knock, and as the voices in the KITCHEN lower to an almost dead silence they listen in to who it is calling at the door.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (O.S)

Bloody hell, the music isn’t that loud, you know

DS. WOODMAN (O.S)

This isn’t about the music love, is your Dad in? (barges passed her) or your Mum? (makes his way toward the kitchen with his colleagues)

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (O.S)

You can’t go in there…My Dad’s…!

Three POLICE OFFICERS enter the KITCHEN into the crowd, but they find there’s no room for them to maneuver any further to address ROXY or MICK.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO OFFICERS)

(surprised)

Can I help you Officers

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

Mick Jackson, we believe you to be involved in the fatal shooting of Sean Henderson, aka, Spike…

The KITCHEN erupts into loud chatter and disapproving volleys of support for both MICK and ROXY. The POLICE aren’t making any exceptions to their orders.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO OFFICERS)

You’d better let us see your warrant then, because without a warrant, you ain’t arresting nobody, Mate

DS. WOODMAN (TO ROXY)

We thought you’d say that…DS. Carmichael, will you pass along the warrant to Mrs. Jackson, please

CARMICHAEL – Who is standing ready at the side of DS. WOODMAN takes from his inside coat pocket the paper document that ROXY is referring to – THE ARREST WARRANT. Handing it to one of MICK’S friends, he passes it down and in turn it is handed to MICK who them reads it to himself.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

Its an arrest warrant…For both of us!

Looking up from THE ARREST WARRANT the three POLICE OFFICERS appear to have cut through the crowd and are suddenly standing before him and ROXY

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK AND ROXY)

Roxy and Mick Jackson, I’m arresting you on the suspicion of murder, you have the right to remain silent…(paused sigh) Do I have to read these out here?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO DS. WOODMAN)

No, no need, we’ll come with you quietly…As long as the rest of our the family can come too.

DS. WOODMAN

(looks surprised)

Your family! You mean your kids?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Well, I’m not going anywhere without my kids, you tell them that Mick!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(rubs Roxy’s shoulders)

Don’t you worry about a thing Rox, if they aren’t taking us all in then they can forget it.

WOODMAN turns to the other OFFICERS and gives a nod.

DS. WOODMAN (TO OFFICERS)

Okay, bring the kids too. (turns to Mick) Are you ready to go?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

Yeah, I’m ready.

WOODMAN escorts the two parents out of the KITCHEN through the now dispersing crowd. Immediately, Melissa is seen running from the front door into the LIVING ROOM where she returns with BENJAMIN and BENNY JACKSON/JONES. Left by the gate a moment, MICK turns to STEVE.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO STEVE)

Make sure the house is safe Steve, I’ll be in touch, Okay?

STEVE nods silently before patting MICK on the back.

STEVE KNAPP (TO MICK)

Don’t you worry, Mate, it’ll be safe and sound for when you get back.

FADE TO BLACK.

 

ACT 4.

FADE IN:

INT. POLICE STATION. INTERVIEW ROOM 1 – EVENING

(MICK JACKSON/JONES, DS. TED WOODMAN, DS. ADRIAN BRODY)

MICK JACKSON/JONES is sat behind an interview table while in front of him two of the three ARRESTING OFFICERS – DS. TED WOODMAN and DS. ADRIAN BRODY – sit facing him waiting to begin questioning him. MICK is quite relaxed.

DS. WOODMAN (TO RECORDER)

Right, Mick, can you please tell us in your own words what exactly happened this morning?

MICK leans back in his seat and takes in a deep breath.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO OFFICERS)

I got a call on my mobile from Ball Breaker Harris…!

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

(puts a poised index finger up in the air)

And by Ball Breaker Harris, you’re referring to…?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO OFFICERS)

(looks absolutely stunned)

You’re kidding, right? Ball Breaker Harris, stands about yay tall (shows with his hands an exaggerated example) kills people if they miss their payments to him…Ball Breaker Harris!

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

Okay, what I mean is, who is Ball Breaker Harris, Mick, for the benefit of the tape?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO OFFICERS)

Oh, right, yeah, that would be Mr. Reginald Harris. (becomes nervous and fidgety in his seat) He called me up on my mobile and started accusing me of ripping him off from a job.

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

What job? (a moment of complete silence covers the whole room) Come on, it doesn’t matter anymore, if this statement sticks, which we’re sure it will, you won’t be seeing that slag again for a very long time. What job was it Mick?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO OFFICERS)

(he is reluctant to tell the officers, but eventually after a short pause to think he answers the question)

The security lock-up on Broad Lane, that’s all I know. Spike had put my name forward to Ball Break…Mr. Reginald Harris, and of course, as far as anyone knew I was with Spike on that job – except my wife, who at the time of the robbery I was with at home.

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

So, you attempted to explain to Mr. Harris that you weren’t there, because you were told the money from the job had been stolen?

MICK becomes irate and moves quickly forward in his seat to lean heavily onto the table.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO OFFICERS)

Have you ever tried fessing up to a gangster, Detective? I had it all in the bag until Spike decided to chirp in and start winding the old fart up! And if you’re suggesting that I took the money…

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

(interrupts Mick purposely)

By old fart, you are referring to?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO OFFICERS)

(gives a loud frustrated sigh)

Look, when I received the call, I didn’t believe it was Harris, Okay? As far as I knew he was still doing time in prison for murder! I told him to…!

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

You told him to…What?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

To go fuck himself! He said I had ran off with his £3.2 million, which I didn’t even see, because I didn’t go on the security job with Spike that night.

WOODMAN turns and looks at DS. BRODY, who then nods before standing up from his seat to leave the room. Before walking through the door into the lobby he gives one last look at MICK, and then closes the door behind him.

DS. WOODMAN (TO RECORDER)

Brody has left the room. (turns to Mick) Okay Mick, you’re doing fine, but we have to go a lot deeper.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

You mean a proper statement?

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

If this is to work then yes, without a sworn statement we can’t help you…(pause) You did call us, remember?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

Yeah, I guess I did, because it was…Never mind. Can we move along with this, I’m starting to get a very bad feeling?

WOODMAN continues his questioning.

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

The call from Mr. Harris, did you become aware of, or notice him having any indication at all that he had a weapon?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

How does anyone indicate they are tooled up during a phone call?

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

Well, was he angry?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

Oh yeah, he was definitely angry, although that would have been because he had to put Spike on the phone to convince me of who he was.

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

Spike being…?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

Sean Henderson, he was…My best friend.

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

I see. We know Sean, he was a little wet behind the ears, but nothing major on his Criminal Record. So, what happened next?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

Well, I talked to Spike, who told me he was with Harris, but then HE wound me up and the phone call ended. The next thing I know, I’m at home worried that the Geezer that was  threatening me on the phone IS Ball Breaker Harris. I went down to the club but couldn’t get in, there was nobody there, so I came home and found Mr. Reginald Harris in my kitchen with my wife.

WOODMAN suddenly looks very interested.

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

And what was he doing to your wife, exactly?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

Talking about bloody cakes, or some BOLLOCKS like that…

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

You mean Fairy Cakes?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

(confused)

CAKES! FUCKING CAKES! I don’t know what the hell he meant by it. He got rid of Roxy and Melissa, then tried intimidating me, like I was a piece of…

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

Hang on. Hold on, go back a little. How did he get rid of Roxy and Melissa, if they’re both here at the station safe?

MICK becomes annoyed with the young OFFICER.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

Are you safe to be let out on your own? The way I see it, you need to step back a bit, Mate!

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

Excuse me!

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

Reginald Harris gave me and my family twenty-four-hours to get out of London, but the way I see it, he’s not going to honor that arrangement. If you have a form for me or my wife to sign that will keep us all safe, then I will happily sign it. If there is a contract that needs my signature that assures us that we’ll be safe in your custody, then I will sign. What I’m not going to do is piss around answering questions that are neither sensible or intellectual, do you understand?

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

I’m just trying to get a bigger picture on this…

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

A bigger fuckin’ picture! Are you serious? Harris killed one of my best friends, then came gunning for me over a stupid phone call. What exactly are you waiting for, the space fairies coming down and making you a super hero?

WOODMAN snaps, he jumps up from his chair and launches himself half way across the table at MICK, who is quick enough to notice his intentions and moves hastily out of the way.

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

You little shi…it! (loses his balance and falls flat on the desk)

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

I don’t know how you operate things around here, Mate, but this is no Miami flaming Vice. Get us out of here and get us safe, if not, I’m not giving you shit!

WOODMAN gives MICK a cold glare before casually walking over to the tape recorder and switching it off.

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

Excuse me while I go talk to the Chief Super, don’t go anywhere!

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

Oh you’re funny, I nearly pissed my pants at that one. Fucking Amateur!

WOODMAN exits the room.

MATCH CUT TO:

INT. POLICE STATION. INTERVIEW ROOM 2 – EVENING

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, Melissa Jackson/Jones, Benjamin Jackson/Jones, Benny Jackson/Jones, DS. Brody, DS. Carmichael, WPC. Walker, WPC. Jones)

WOODMAN walks in on DS. BRODY’S interviewing of ROXY, immediately after leaving INTERVIEW ROOM 1.

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO ROXY)

According to our information, Mick stole money belonging to Mr. Harris, money that was previously stolen in an armed robbery…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO CARMICHAEL)

Then you need to speak to my husband, not me, I don’t know nothing about any money…Or robbery!

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO ROXY)

Well, we asked your husband and he has given a statement to the fact that you know all about the job for Mr. Harris…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO CARMICHAEL)

(cautious)

Am I under arrest?

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO ROXY)

You and your husband aren’t under arrest, as a matter of fact, you and Mick can leave at any time, Mrs. Jackson. But its a sure bet that you wouldn’t last five minutes out there…Not while Mr. Harris is looking for you, anyway.

BRODY signals DS. CARMICHAEL and introduces himself to ROXY.

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

Hello, Roxy, my name is DS. Brody (greets her with a smile) Mick tells me that he went looking for Mr. Harris and his Best Friend, Sean Henderson…Sorry, I mean Spike, but when he arrived at the nightclub Mr. Harris was already on his way to your house. Can you confirm that?

ROXY thinks FOR A MOMENT WHILE DS. CARMICHAEL ATTEMPTS TO LIGHT UP A CIGARETTE MUCH TO DS. BRODY’S OBJECTIONS.

DS. BRODY (CONT’D)

Could you please not smoke that in here, Norman?

CARMICHAEL continues to attempt lighting the cigarette.

NORMAN CARMICHAEL

I can smoke any…!

Without any further warning except for the request, DS. BRODY steps over to the side of CARMICHAEL and plucks the cigarette straight from the fellow OFFICER’S mouth. DS. CARMICHAEL attempts to grab the cigarette back from DS. BRODY but misses. DS. BRODY holds the cigarette out in front of him before snapping it in two.

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

NOT while there’s children in the room!

BRODY throws the now snapped cigarette down onto the floor, standing on it, grinding it into the ground. ROXY thanks DS. BRODY with a smile, while DS. CARMICHAEL looks in disbelief before sitting back in his chair and folding his arms defiantly.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

Mick went straight to The Factory to clear things up with Mr. Harris, but when he got there he couldn’t get in and there was nobody around at the time. When he came back home not long after, he found Mr. Harris at home with me.

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO ROXY)

So what did he do with the money?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO CARMICHAEL)

What money?

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO ROXY)

The money that he stole from Mr. Harris, of course?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO OFFICERS)

Are you saying that my husband stole money from Mr. Harris’ nightclub?

ROXY is puzzled.

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO ROXY)

No, I’m saying that your husband robbed a security firm for Mr. Harris, and then robbed Mr. Harris of it after getting away. So, my question stands Mrs, Jackson, where is Mr. Harris’ money?

ROXY is looking very confused about the whole situation and the way in which DS. CARMICHAEL is questioning her.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO OFFICERS)

Am I under arrest? Did I already ask that?

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

To hell with this, Brody, we’re not getting anywhere. I’ll be outside. (stands up and prepares to leave the room. Brody whispers quietly to him)

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

Let me try, maybe she’ll open up for me a lot better without the direct approach!

CARMICHAEL is surprised with the statement from his colleague, especially when it was supposed to be DS. BRODY who was supposed to be interviewing MICK JACKSON/JONES. DS. CARMICHAEL walks off toward the door while still talking to DS. BRODY.

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

What did you get out of the husband?

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

Nothing. He’s asking for the full buffet.

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

Then the answer is no. If you can’t get anything out of him, then you’re not going to get anything out of her, (stops and turns to Brody) especially if its  anything about the money.

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

Five minutes, give me five minutes and if I don’t get a result, then I’ll step back…Come on! (pleads)

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

(Concedes)

Fine. Five minutes and then that’s it, right, Brody? (Continues walking toward the door)

CARMICHAEL leaves the room.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

What’s got up his arse? Are you going to arrest me and Mick?

BRODY waves WPC. WALKER over to the table.

DS. BRODY (TO WALKER)

Could you make sure that the kids are escorted to the canteen and given whatever they want to eat and drink, please, Amanda?

WPC. WALKER (TO BRODY)

(smiles gladly) Sure, it would be my pleasure, Sir (to Roxy) Is there anything in particular they don’t have Mrs. Jackson?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO OFFICERS)

No, not really. You’ll find their just normal kids that like anything sweet and free! (laughs)

WPC. WALKER waves to the two boys and Melissa to come together, to which Melissa quickly objects to leaving her MOTHER alone.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

I’m fine I’ll stay here with you, Mum, if that’s alright with the POLICE!

BRODY gives WPC. WALKER a confirming nod.

DS. BRODY (TO WALKER)

It’s alright, Amanda, Melissa can stay here with us if that’s what she wants to do. Take the other two and make sure they eat something.

WPC. WALKER leaves the INTERVIEW ROOM with both BENJAMIN and BENNY.

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

(talks quietly)

Can I ask, do you know how this works? With the Witness Protection Program, I mean? (takes out his notebook)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

Straight forward isn’t it? (turns to Melissa and then back to Brody) I mean, we’re all going to be alright, aren’t we?

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

In most cases the procedure is swift and faultless, unfortunately for you and Mick, however, there are some minor altercations that may cause differences in opinion!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

Altercations! (raises her voice) Differences in bloody opinion! Who would that be exactly?

MELISSA JACKSON/ JONES (TO ROXY)

I think he’s talking about the smart mouth whose just gone out with their tail between their legs, Mum

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MELISSA)

Who, the nice young woman police officer, she wasn’t a smart mouth…

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

Your Daughter is referring to DS. Carmichael, and with a Daughter like that Mrs. Jackson, I’d be very proud…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

So, who are we talking about? Melissa or the copper? (looks confused)

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

We need to get you and your family away from the station, but we will need something from you and Mick, so are you willing to give us something at least?

ROXY sits pondering her thoughts on the request.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

We will be able to go home after all this is over won’t we? We aren’t going to be taken away and never be seen or heard from again?

DS. BRODY (TO MELISSA)

Unfortunately, you and the rest of your family may never be able to return here, but, if it makes you feel any better, where they’re sending you will be a hundred times better than this shit-hole — Excuse my French.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

I knew I should have packed bleeding sun tan lotion, I told Mick it would be nice weather!

DS. BRODY (TO JONES)

(Waves WPC. Sarah Jones forward to the desk)

Sarah, could you get me some Disclosure Forms, please, and maybe a coffee for all four of us?

WPC. JONES nods and leaves the INTERVIEW ROOM. DS. CARMICHAEL is just entering at the same times as the WPC and young boys are leaving – WPC. JONES and DS. CARMICHAEL slam into each other – HARD.

WPC. JONES (TO CARMICHAEL)

EXCUSE ME! Use your bloody eyes will you? (angrily)

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO WPC. JONES)

(gives a threatening look)

Hey, Sarah (stares at her chest) I always use my eyes when it comes to…

BRODY slaps his hands down hard and noisily on top of the table top. Everyone is startled by the act.

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

NORMAN! For gods sake, Man, what are you doing? Are you coming inside to work or are you just going to stay there fraternizing with the women personnel?

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO WPC. JONES)

Sorry my little piece of sunshine, I have to get back to work, but I’ll see you really soon for a good time (sarcastically licks his lips before entering the room and closing the door behind WPC. Jones)

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

Well, you’ll be happy to know we’ve made a break-through with the case…

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

You mean, I have made a break-through with the case, don’t you, Brody?

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

What?

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

Yes, I’m sorry my old cocker, but that there is a solid state presentation of the right man, right place, right time, blah-blah-blah! I just got a confession out of Mick Jackson!

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

Are you for real?

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

OH YES. You see, Brody, when it comes to police work, there is only one way in which to get to the truth…

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (TO CARMICHAEL)

Beat a confession out of the prisoner!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO CARMICHAEL)

Take away their dummy!

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

Please don’t encourage him, he’s bad enough as it is, Mrs. Jackson. Norman, take a deep breath and tell me how you got a confession out of Mr. Jackson, and more to the point, confession for what?

CARMICHAEL makes his way over to the table and sits down by the side of DS. BRODY, his actions milking the very motions of sitting down COOL in his chair.

NORMAN CARMICHAEL

Easy. At first I thought about the whole scenario, you know, Mr. Harris, that dead guy, and Mr. And Mrs. Jackson here. Due to my police training and highly superior Detective skills, I have a confession from a criminal…

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

That’s fantastic, Norman, now we can go see the Chief Super and get this case closed. Have you got the signed confession with you?

CARMICHAEL is very hesitant – Too hesitant.

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

Actually, I haven’t got one, but I heard him confess to it all myself…That still counts, doesn’t it?

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

(Brody completely ignores Carmichael’s reply)

As I was saying Mrs. Jackson, I’ll get the ball rolling as soon as I can get something that will stick against Mr. Harris and his Firm. In the meantime, however, there’s a few forms and formalities to sort out.

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

(becomes irritable and angry at Brody)

So that’s it, you’re not in the least bit interested?

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

Actually, Norman, to be perfectly honest with you, I don’t give a shit anymore. Your methods are…Shall we say…!

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

Effective!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO CARMICHAEL)

Singular!

Both OFFICERS and MELISSA turn to look at ROXY.

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

I was going to go with stupid, but effectively stupid fits, too. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some Detective work of my own to do. (turns to Roxy) Where were we…Ah, yes, I’ll get the wheels moving on this for you right away Mrs. Jackson.

CARMICHAEL becomes angered.

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

You think you’ve got all this figured out, don’t you Brody? (shouts out loudly) WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? Pushing people around, countermanding an officer, doing what the hell you please, when it pleases you. You’ve got a fucking nerve!

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

Look, Norman, I’m…

NORMAN CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

HEY! Don’t even give me those empty words that mean absolutely nothing to you, Brody! (points at Roxy) You know as well as me, there is no safe place for HER, this family – A confession and the return of the money IS the only answer.

BRODY moves quickly between DS. CARMICHAEL and ROXY before the enraged OFFICER moves forward.

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY AND MELISSA)

(glances around to Melissa)

Both of you stay behind me. (to Carmichael) Stay away from the witnesses, Norman, I’m warning you!

CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

You know something, Brody? There’s not one police officer in this entire building who hasn’t got a single bad word to say about you, not even the Chief Super and you know how he loves his chaos at work?

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

And your point is?

CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

The point is that this operation will fail, you do know that?

DS. BRODY (TO CARMICHAEL)

The only way that this operation will fail is if we keep Dead Wood, and oh, by the way, by Dead Wood I do mean you! Now, step away from the witnesses and sit the hell down Detective Sergeant.

CARMICHAEL attacks DS. BRODY.

CARMICHAEL (TO BRODY)

(strikes out but misses)

To be honest, I’m fed up with all your shit, Brody!

The two men start to fight, while all the time ROXY and MELISSA stay behind DS. BRODY. MELISSA takes out her mobile phone and captures the whole thing on video discreetly. A few moments later during the two OFFICERS brawl, WPC. SARAH JONES and WPC. AMANDA WALKER return to the INTERVIEW ROOM. The two female OFFICERS are shocked, especially WPC. WALKER who has only just returned with BENJAMIN and BENNY from the cafeteria.

WPC. JONES (TO BRODY)

Oh My God! Sir, what’s happening?

CARMICHAEL pushes DS. BRODY backwards while making his quick exit from the room and disappearing. DS. BRODY quickly turns to check on both ROXY and MELISSA.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

What the fuck was that all about?

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

I can only take a guess, but I believe Mr. Harris’ hand reaches further than what we thought. Are you two alright?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

I’m Okay, (TO MELISSA) how about you Melissa, are you alright, Love?

MELISSA nods.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

Yeah, I’m Okay. I can’t believe that Cop just lost it (takes out her phone and looks at the video footage) People are going to love this on Facebook!

DS. BRODY

Actually, everything that you have to link you to the outside world, including mobile phones, Tablets, Phablet’s and Android’s is to be put into storage. Maybe I can extend the storage of your phone if you delete that little display!

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

Are you for REAL?

DS. BRODY (TO MELISSA)

I don’t know, does three months in a Female Prison sound REAL enough to you, Melissa? Lose the video.

MELISSA gives a loud disapproving tut before going into her mobile phone and deleting the video footage she had recorded.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

There, (puts up the blank screen of her phone) are you happy now?

BRODY inspects the phone and nods with satisfaction.

DS. BRODY (TO MELISSA)

Thank you, Melissa. Please remind me to collect everyone’s phones before we leave the station will you?

BRODY leaves ROXY and MELISSA to talk between themselves while he walks over to the two WPC’s near the room door.

DS. BRODY (TO WALKER)

Take the children back to Mr. Jackson please, Amanda. (to Jones) Jones, did you get those forms I asked for?

WPC. JONES (TO BRODY)

Yes Sir, here they are (hands Brody the forms). Can I ask what made DS. Carmichael so upset, Sir?

BRODY starts reading through the forms.

DS. BRODY (TO JONES)

Huh! Oh, he’s overworked I think, but no matter, we can lighten the load for him. Thank you, Jones, you can go now. (turns to Roxy and Melissa) Ladies, if you and your family will follow me please?

CUT TO:

INT. POLICE STATION INTERVIEW ROOM 1 – EVENING

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, Melissa Jackson/Jones, Benjamin Jackson/Jones, Benny Jackson/Jones, DS. Brody, DS. Woodman, WPC. Walker, WPC. Jones)

Clambering into the small INTERVIEW ROOM, DS. BRODY reunites ROXY, MELISSA and the two boys with MICK. DS. WOODMAN is not happy with the sudden, unannounced show of people in his INTERVIEW.

DS. WOODMAN (TO RECORDER)

Interview ended with…Mr….Shit! Can everyone please be quiet?

DS. BRODY (TO WOODMAN)

The tape doesn’t matter anymore, Ted, they’re being taken into Protective Custody…

DS. WOODMAN (TO BRODY)

(he is not happy)

Under whose authority, Brody?

DS. BRODY (TO WOODMAN)

Mine. Is there a problem?

DS. WOODMAN (TO BRODY)

(stands up from his chair)

Damn right there’s a problem, you have no authority to put them anywhere! I was in the middle of an Interview, for Christ’s Sake!

WPC. JONES (TO WOODMAN)

Actually, Sir, he has and they are. The paperwork is already done. We’re good to go. (smiles at Brody)

WOODMAN looks down at WPC. WALKER coldly.

DS. WOODMAN (TO WALKER)

And since when did split-arses climb the ranks to talk down at their superiors, Constable? Know your god-damned place here…

BRODY interrupts in a loud demanding tone.

 

DS. BRODY (TO EVERYONE)

Okay, Okay, listen up. Can the Jackson family please follow WPC. Walker out into the hallway, we have to do this quickly and quietly. Mick, if you will follow me and Roxy and we’ll get these forms signed off by the Chief Super…

DS. WOODMAN (TO BRODY)

(steps right up into Brody’s face in an intimidating manner)

I’m sorry, Brody, but those people aren’t leaving here tonight…Or any other night come to think of it. Now, tell them all to come back in here, right now!

WOODMAN’S words are partially lost by the loud cheers and shouts by the JACKSON/JONES kids. DS. BRODY gives a victory smile.

DS. BRODY (TO WOODMAN)

(gently pushes Woodman away from him)

I’m sorry, Ted, but this is important…

DS. WOODMAN

(scowls in a low voice)

Important my arse! You come swanning in here like its your bleeding station, Mate, when I have superiority over the situation, not you.

DS. BRODY (TO WOODMAN)

I had to make an executive decision Ted, and as Acting Senior…!

DS. WOODMAN

(throws his hands up in the air)

Acting Senior Officer, yeah, but that’s only when the Super is out of the station, not when you just bloody feel like it.

DS. BRODY (TO WOODMAN)

Look, I know you all have this hangup about me and the last station that I worked, but there’s no need to be so…

DS. WOODMAN

(angry)

FUCK YOU BRODY! Christ, Man! This is nothing to do with the last dump you worked, or about you being a Copper, its about respect – have you heard of that?

DS. BRODY (TO WOODMAN)

(takes a deep breath)

You’re right, I’m sorry, I should have included you in the…

DS. WOODMAN (TO BRODY)

(pats Brody on the back)

Apology accepted! Now, shall we go and get the Jackson’s processed?

BRODY shows a look of confusion.

DS. BRODY (TO WOODLAND)

If your sure (pauses). Okay then, lets go.

ROXY suddenly appears at the side of the two OFFICERS.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

I’m sorry to interrupt your bonding time, but do either of you know where the Ladies is, please?

Both DS. BRODY and DS. WOODMAN burst out laughing.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Was it something I said?

DS. BRODY

No…(laughs)…It’s just that…(laughs)

WOODMAN

(laughing along with Brody)

What DS. Brody is trying to say…(laughs)…I think you (turns to Brody for confirmation) will agree too, that (calming laughter) we are absolutely insane!

DS. BRODY

(objects)

Speak for yourself, Woodman, my psychiatrist says I’m fine! (laughs out uncontrollably)

The two OFFICERS continue laughing while DS. WOODMAN points a half steady finger at the INTERVIEW ROOM door.

DS. WOODMAN (TO ROXY)

Out the door, turn left, go straight across the corridor and its the first door on your right.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODMAN)

Thanks.

Everyone, including the OFFICERS leave the INTERVIEW ROOM to make their way out into the corridor outside.

CUT TO:

INT. POLICE STATION LADIES TOILET – EVENING

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, DS. Carmichael, DS. Brody)

Roxy has followed DS. Woodman’s finger directions to finally find the Ladies toilet down one of the isolated halls. Entering she makes her way to one of the empty cubicles and closes the door after her. Unbeknown to Roxy, just after she has entered the toilet, DS. Carmichael had spotted her leaving the rest of the group and makes his way after her. Inside the toilet he checks to make sure that there are no other people using it, then makes his way over to the sink to wash his hands. The noise of the running water startles Roxy.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(laughing nervously)

Hello! Is there someone out there? That just gave me a proper scare!

CARMICHAEL stands and shakes the water from his hands silently staring at himself in the mirror above the sink.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (CONT’D)

I know your out there, what are you trying to do frighten me?

CARMICHAEL stops the tap from running and grabs a hold of a paper towel from the dispenser by the side of the EXIT, wiping his hands dry and then noisily throws the used towel into the nearby bin.

CARMICHAEL (TO ROXY)

Do you know, Mrs. Jackson, its far more easier to kill someone than to frighten them!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (O.S.)

What? Who is that? What do you want?

CARMICHAEL (TO ROXY)

What I want is the money that was stolen from Mr. Harris, before you and that retard of a husband of yours gets killed just out of principle. Telling me where it is will be a good sign of your discretion, which could make all of this go away…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(frightened)

I told the police already, we don’t know nothing about any money…So you go tell that to Mr. Harris.

Impatiently DS. CARMICHAEL strikes out at the defenseless paper towel dispenser attached to the wall behind him.

CARMICHAEL (TO ROXY)

(angrily)

Listen here you BITCH! You have until Dawn tomorrow to tell me where that fucking money is, or I’ll see to it that you all get a bullet in the head, including those two little rodent kids of yours. Do the right thing, Roxy, give the money back and save your family.

CARMICHAEL leaves the toilet quickly while ROXY is left with her thoughts on whether they were still there. ROXY is beside herself believing the man is still there, and yet a moment later DS. BRODY enters the toilet noisily calling her name.

DS. BRODY

(shouts out loud)

Roxy! Roxy! Are you in here?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

YES, YES, YES. I’m in here, has the other man gone? (she is overjoyed that its Brody)

ROXY tears open the cubicle door and rushes straight out into BRODY’S arms.

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

(surprised)

Hey! What’s up? (puts his arms around her with concern)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

There was someone else in here just before you came in, he threatened me and my family (breaks down crying)…

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

Did you recognize him? Did you see him?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

It sounded like that Dick you had a go with earlier, but I can’t be certain.

BRODY pushes ROXY away gently before taking from his jacket pocket his POLICE RADIO. ROXY objects.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

What are you doing?

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

I was going to radio it in…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

But won’t the Dick have one of those too?

Replacing the radio into his pocket DS. BRODY reaches out and pulls open the toilet door, only to be met by WPC. WALKER who looks concerned and out of breath.

WPC. WALKER (TO BRODY)

Sorry Sir, but you’re needed at the front desk. (turns and leaves)

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

Come on, we better get you back to Mick and the kids, are you Okay? (smiles).

ROXY smiles weakly and then nods.

CUT TO:

INT. POLICE STATION FRONT DESK – EVENING

(Roxy Jackson/Jones, Mick Jackson/Jones, Melissa Jackson/Jones, Benjamin Jackson/Jones, Benny Jackson/Jones, DS. Woodward, DS. Brody, WPC. Walker, WPC. Jones, Chief Superintendent. John Straud)

THE JACKSON FAMILY are scattered around the CHARGING DESK area of the POLICE STATION. The two WPC’S are standing behind the desk while DS. BRODY and DS. WOODMAN join the CHIEF SUPER quietly by the HOLDING CELLS. MELISSA approaches the two WPC’S and starts to watch over BENNY.

CH.SUPER. STRAUD (TO BRODY)

What’s the meaning of all this Brody? A family outing? (glares at Benjamin and Benny)

DS. BRODY (TO CH.SUPER STRAUD)

This is the family that are a part of Operation Chameleon, Sir!

SUPER. STRAUD (TO BRODY)

Operation Chameleon, Eh! Isn’t that Protective…Something or other?

STRAUD lowers his head to think hard.

DS. BRODY (TO CH. SUPER. STRAUD)

Yes, Sir, it’s the Witness Protection Program that you initiated ten minutes ago, Sir!

STRAUD is still thinking hard.

SUPER. STRAUD (TO BRODY)

And the paperwork?

DS. BRODY (TO CH. SUPER. STRAUD)

Right here, Sir, (hands him the forms) if you would like to check them over, Sir? As we are behind slightly, but predict a fast catch up to get us there on time, Sir.

SUPER. STRAUD (TO BRODY)

As long as all the paperwork is in order and the rosta’s have been amended, then please, by all means get going and catch up. You’re both doing a great job…A credit to the force…

BRODY looks insulted. INSULTED.

DS. BRODY (TO CH. SUPER STRAUD)

Thank you very much Sir, we try our best.

Everyone, except for STRAUD exits the room through the POLICE MOTOR-POOL door and disappear.

CUT TO:

INT. POLICE STATION CAR POOL – EVENING

(The Jackson Family, DS. Brody, DS. Woodman, WPC. Walker, WPC. Jones)

BRODY and DS. WOODMAN make their way to their own personal vehicles before stopping suddenly and facing THE JACKSON’S and WPC’s.

DS. BRODY (TO EVERYONE)

Alright, small snag…!

WPC. JONES (TO EVERYONE)

May I suggest using the van for the family, Sir, it would be discreet and better than exposing them in the back of cars?

DS. BRODY (TO JONES)

Well done, Jonesy, pretty good idea is that

WPC. JONES blushes.

WPC. JONES (TO BRODY)

Thank you, Sir.

THE two WPC’s organize THE JACKSON FAMILY before putting them into the UNMARKED POLICE VAN. DS. BRODY and DS. WOODMAN both enter their own vehicles alone – One in front of the van and one behind. All three vehicles wait for the tall roller shutter lifting before starting off out of the POLICE STATION.

CUT TO:

INT. DS. BRODY’S CAR – EVENING

(DS. Brody)

BRODY picks up his POLICE RADIO MIC from the dashboard and selects Channel 1.

DS. BRODY

(into radio)

Let’s take this easy. Amanda, you know the way?

CUT TO:

INT. THE POLICE VAN – FRONT. EVENING

(WPC. Walker, WPC. Jones, Mick Jackson/Jones)

WPC.WALKER

(into radio)

I do, Sir. Do we stop?

CUT TO:

INT. DS. BRODY’S CAR – EVENING

Brody hesitates.

DS. BRODY

(into radio)

No. Negative. We don’t have any stops along the way, just keep going until we get there. With any luck we should get there before first light, that way we don’t attract any unnecessary attention to ourselves.

CUT TO:

INT. THE POLICE VAN – FRONT. EVENING

WPC. WALKER

(into radio)

It’s quite a long way, Sir!

CUT TO:

INT. DS. BRODY’S CAR – EVENING

DS. BRODY

(into the radio)

I understand that, but time is against us, so we stop only in an emergency, is that clear?

CUT TO:

INT. THE POLICE VAN – FRONT. EVENING

MICK JACKSON OVERHEARS THE CONVERSATION – HE IS SHOCKED.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WALKER)

Hang on, hang on, what the hell does he expect us to do if we need to…You know what?

MICK looks down several times.

CUT TO:

INT. DS. BRODY’S CAR – EVENING

Brody hears MICK.

DS. BRODY

(into radio)

Alright, piss breaks will be every hour, other than that, we stop for nothing or no-one, Okay?

MICK smiles triumphantly.

CUT TO:

INT./EXT. MOTORWAY SERVICES – NIGHT

(The Jackson Family, DS. Brody, DS. Woodman, WPC. Walker, WPC. Jones)

BRODY, DS. WOODMAN and the UNMARKED POLICE VAN pull up in a MOTORWAY SERVICES CAR PARK just twenty-miles from THE VILLAGE OF CRACKPOT. Moans echo around the inside of the van as finally like a bottle of FIZZED pop the doors are opened and the whole JACKSON FAMILY EXIT the van with relief.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (BRODY)

Bloody hell! I don’t think I can take it any longer in that van, Mate, it brings great pain to ones arse cheeks, I’ll tell you!

DS. BRODY (TO MICK)

I’m sorry about that, the good news is, we’re nearly there…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Thank fuck for that! I mean, Whey-Hey! I’m going to get a coffee.

MICK walks off to a nearby bench and sits down quietly. MELISSA takes hold of BENJAMIN and BENNY, leading them off toward the nearest toilets (which are inside THE MOTORWAY SERVICES). Both DS. BRODY and WPC. WALKER stand together at the van watching THE JACKSON’S disappear along with WPC. JONES.

DS. BRODY (TO WALKER)

Lets make sure this is a short visit, I don’t want any of them getting tempted to get themselves into trouble, especially this far away from our Manor!

WPC. WALKER (TO BRODY)

Yes Sir, I’ll go catch up to them and…

DS. BRODY (TO WALKER)

(pulls her back gently by the arm)

No, I mean observe! If you crowd them too much it will cause a problem. Give them a couple of minutes and then go inside and check on them with Jones.

WPC. WALKER confirms with a brisk nod and then walks back to the UNMARKED POLICE VAN. DS. BRODY now walks over to DS. WOODWARD’S car and taps gently on the door window.

DS. WOODMAN (TO BRODY)

(winds down the window)

Refreshments!

DS. BRODY (TO WOODMAN)

We’ll follow behind in a minute, I don’t want them feeling as though we’re cramping their style.

WOODMAN steps out of his vehicle, securing it with his fob. BRODY takes out his MOBILE PHONE from his inside coat pocket and finds the SPEED DIAL number for the CHIEF SUPER back at the POLICE STATION.

DS. BRODY (TO WOODMAN)

I need to check in with the Chief.

WOODMAN nods while stamping his feet on the cold ground to warm himself up a little from the chilly early morning frost now covering the car park. He catches sight of ROXY and MELISSA having a dispute with one another outside the MAIN ENTRANCE. A moment later BRODY has been diverted to STRAUD’S VOICE-MAIL.

DS. BRODY (TO VOICE-MAIL)

It’s Brody, Sir, we’re about 20 miles from the stop. I will check in with you when we arrive. (hangs up and looks over at Roxy and Melissa) Woodman, what the hell are those women doing?

BRODY and DS. WOODMAN have now been seen by ROXY, who is waving eagerly to the two OFFICERS.

DS. BRODY (TO WOODMAN)

Don’t you dare wave…(woodman waves back) What the hell did you do that for?

DS. WOODMAN (TO BRODY)

I was being polite…

DS. BRODY (TO WOODMAN)

Polite! Listen, Ted, this job may be a little shallow and new to you, but let me tell you about being POLITE! Polite gets you hurt, wounded, even killed…

DS. WOODMAN (TO BRODY)

KILLED!

DS. BRODY (TO WOODMAN)

Do you see that woman over there?

(nods over in the direction of Roxy)

DS. WOODMAN (TO BRODY)

Mrs. Jackson, you mean?

BRODY nods strangely.

DS. BRODY (TO WOODMAN)

I did a bit of digging, and apparently it turns out that Roxanne Jackson is an Ex-Con. (DS. Woodman is shocked) Oh, yes, she killed her previous husband with a Panini Maker – A fucking Panini Maker!

Woodman is double shocked.

DS. WOODMAN (TO BRODY)

No way, she doesn’t look the type!

DS. BRODY (TO WOODMAN)

Type! Type! What the hell is Type these days? You look at the Widow of Camden Town, did she look the type of person who would kill 11 husbands? No. Be very careful with Mrs. Jackson, Woodman, there’s more to her than meets the eye.

WOODMAN is astonished with the new information he has just learned from DS. BRODY. Giving BRODY a gentle pat on the arm, DS. WOODMAN heads off to the MOTORWAY SERVICES, his body language and behavior now changed by the knowledge of ROXY.

CUT TO:

INT. MOTORWAY SERVICES. 20 MILES FROM CRACKPOT – MORNING

(The Jackson Family, DS. Woodman, WPC. Walker, WPC. Jones)

WOODMAN’S entry through the MOTORWAY SERVICES ENTRANCE is noticed by ROXY, who follows him into the Cafeteria. Across the room the rest of THE JACKSON FAMILY sit between two tables by the window, while being accompanied by both WPC’s.

ROXY JACKSON (TO WOODMAN)

(sneaks up on Woodman)

You look spooked, Darling, is everything alright?

WOODMAN turns quickly to look ROXY straight in the eyes.

DS. WOODMAN (TO ROXY)

Everything is fine, why do you ask? (turns back to the end of the Service Counter and looks at the display of food)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Because you looked Spooked, Woodward! I do hope you’re going to be able to keep it together…!

MICK suddenly appears out of nowhere, grabbing ROXY from behind and giving her a big hug. DS. WOODMAN is startled by MICK’S sudden appearance.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Hey Babe, guess what? Brody just got confirmation of our new identities.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(grabs Mick’s hands and stops them from waving about everywhere)

I know you’re excited Mick, but you really don’t have to announce it to the whole Motorway caf!

DS. WOODMAN (INTERRUPTS)

Actually, it’s a Motorway Service Station, I was reading up on…

ROXY gives DS. WOODWARD a hard cold stare.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODWARD)

Yeah, well, that’s what people who earn good money for sitting on their arses all day call it. We call it a Motorway Caf, Mate, ain’t that right, Mick?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODWARD)

That’s right, DS. Woowind (purposely pronounces it wrong) its called a Motorway Caf where we come from. (kisses Roxy on the back of the head gently but quickly) I’m starving, did you remember my wallet by the toaster, Babe?

DS. WOODMAN

Actually, the food and refreshments…Meaning LIGHT refreshments are on us until we get you to the safe location.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Well, in that case, I’m going to get something that I could never get all the times I came here with my parents…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Me too, especially that…Whatever that is there that looks like a T-Bone Steak, or maybe two, I haven’t quite decided yet. (laughs)

ROXY and MICK choose their food and work down the queue to pay for them at the till. After paying they all join the others near the window, where BENJAMIN and BENNY are excited to see them. Melissa doesn’t look happy at all to see them, however.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

(saddened tone)

MUM! DAD! Have you heard what we have to do?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

What’s that, Love? (sits down with her tray of food)

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

Apparently, according to Police Protocol 385, of The Settlement of Witnesses Act two-thousand and bollocks! We have to act accordingly…Accordingly! WTF Mum!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, as soon as we get there we’ll make the place like home…

WOODWARD interrupts, gesturing to the two WPC’s to back him up on what he was about to say.

DS. WOODMAN

Actually, everything that was back in your old life stays back in your home life, until all of this business is over, anyway. Amanda and Sarah will explain the procedure before we leave here, but you must be in no doubts whatsoever, that if you break the Protocols of our Service to you and your family, we will have to return you all back to London and sever any further protection. Do you understand what is being said to you? Mick? Roxy? Melissa?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(angry)

So, basically, what you’re trying to tell us, is that your ready to drop us all in the shit! Is that it?

WOODWARD attempts to calm MICK down with a gentle hand on his shoulder, but MICK immediately shrugs it away.

DS. WOODMAN

Unfortunately, that’s the way things go…!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO WOODWARD)

BOLLOCKS!

DS. WOODMAN

Roxy! What the hell?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Don’t you Roxy me, mate! You’re all supposed to be in this to the bloody end, do you hear what I’m saying?

ROXY stands to her feet and rushes out of the cafeteria very upset.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

ROXY! ROXY! Come on…!

CUT TO:

EXT. MOTORWAY SERVICES. CAR PARK – MORNING

(Roxy, DS. Brody, Melissa)

ROXY has rushed out of the MOTORWAY SERVICES building and caught the attention of DS. BRODY, who is walking casually toward her.

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

Roxy, is everything alright?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Does everything look like its alright? (angry)

  1. BRODY catches up with ROXY, taking a gentle hold of her arm he turns her around to face the MOTORWAY SERVICES and calm her down – A little.

DS. BRODY

Unfortunately, we can’t go back in there until you’ve calmed down, Roxy, I’m sorry.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Do I look bothered, Mate…?

DS. BRODY

OKAY! Right, before we go any further with this conversation, Roxy, I will be brutally honest with you. (takes in a deep breath) The whole idea of the Witness Protection Program, is to protect people, like you and your family. The last family we reallocated was from Chigwell, so you can understand the dilemma we had there!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Chigwell! Christ!

DS. BRODY

Exactly, so, when we relocate you and your family, we want it to go smoothly and, if you want, you don’t ever have to go back to London…Ever!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

I don’t understand!

DS. BRODY

Operation Chameleon is a high profile case and without you and your family we haven’t got a case if you get killed…

ROXY gasps with panic.

DS. BRODY

(concerned)

Don’t worry, we won’t let that happen, but you and Mick, the rest of your family, you all have to play your part in this until the very end. Did Mick tell you what your new Identities are? (smiles)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

He mentioned that you’d told him, but he never said what they were

DS. BRODY

Jones

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

What did you just say? (disbelief)

DS. BRODY

Jones, you’re new name is Jones.

ROXY’S face twists and contorts almost painfully.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Shut the front door! I don’t bloody think so, Mate…

CUT TO:

INT. MOTORWAY SERVICES. CAFETERIA – MORNING

(Mick, Benjamin, Benny, Melissa, Woodward, Jones, Walker, Customers)

From inside the MOTORWAY SERVICES building MICK is staring into the large car park, where he happens to catch sight of ROXY and DS. BRODY arguing; ROXY is flinging her hands around in the air, while DS. BRODY is trying to calm her down.

 

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

Mum’s gonna kick his arse, isn’t she, Dad?

MICK looks across to MELISSA with a ‘YOU KNOW’ look, then immediately back to watching his wife grabbing a tight hold of DS. BRODY and head-butting him to the ground. ROXY towers over DS. BRODY with a waving fist.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

She’s definitely gone and kicked his arse! (stands up from his chair and makes his way to the exit)

CUT TO:

EXT. MOTORWAY SERVICES. CAR PARK – MORNING

(Roxy, Mick, Brody, Woodward, Melissa)

MICK arrives by ROXY’S side while she is still attacking DS. BRODY with hand slaps and kicks.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(calmly)

Now, now, Roxy, I know this is all stressful, Babe, but can we just refrain from assaulting the police officer, please?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(still attacking Brody)

No, I’m fine, he bloody deserves a kickin’ this one…Fucking Jones, indeed, he’s having a laugh.

MICK thinks. MELISSA suddenly runs out of the MOTORWAY SERVICES building throwing her hands around in the air, screaming and shouting at the top of her lungs inaudible obscenities that are directed at her PARENTS.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

This is not bloody fair! Jones! Was there a shortage of names or something? Mum, Dad, I am not going to be mentally…(rethinks) No, PHYSICALLY abused by taking this name…

DS. BRODY

(shouts out while still on the ground)

Well, its the only name that’s on the Program, so either pucker up and take the damned name, or start walking back to London now!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Pucker Up! Hey, I’ll have you know that I’ve been a Jackson all my life and never once have I backed down to anyone tainting its name…

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

But that was in the past (picks himself up off of the floor) You have to think about the future now, Roxy, you all have. This isn’t a game, its real and one day you’re all going to see just how real it is. Now, have you finished beating me up, or would you like another five minutes?

ROXY bows her head before rushing over to MICK and puts her head into his chest. Discreetly, MICK silently apologizes to DS. BRODY, while DS. BRODY himself dusts himself down. From the MOTORWAY SERVICES building the other OFFICERS finally make their way toward them with BENJAMIN and BENNY in toe.

DS. BRODY (CONT’D)

(quietly)

Listen, you seem like a good family, so before my colleagues return with your children, let me tell you something. When you get to the Safe House, remember, if you need anything – anything at all – you contact me right away. If you are successful and all goes well with your integration, we could have all of this sorted within a year…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(shocked. coughs and chokes)

A year! No, No, No. A year is far too long, my Mother is all alone back in bloody London, Mate…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

No, not a year, Mate, my mates…

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

How long?

BRODY snaps.

 

DS. BRODY

(demands silence)

SHUT UP!!!

ROXY, MICK and MELISSA silence themselves forcefully.

DS. BRODY (CONT’D)

Now, I don’t care that the bloody name isn’t quite to your satisfaction. I don’t bloody care if the Village of Crackpot is not as appropriate sounding as Belle Fucking Chav Air! What I do care about is this Operation, my team and YOU – All of you. We’re going to…(Roxy has put her hand up in the air)…What we’re going to…(sighs) Roxy, do you want to say something?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(calmly)

Yes, you said a name, but its not a name that…

DS. BRODY

Crackpot, that is the name of the village you’re going to be staying it’s called Crackpot, in North Yorkshire.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Yorkshire! Are you out of your Fu…!

DS. BRODY

(furious)

ALRIGHT! I’m not going through all this shit with you again, get in the fucking van and keep your mouths shut – All of you!

ROXY attempts to speak out again, but as she does DS. BRODY throws up a single resisting shielding poised hand.

DS. BRODY (CONT’D)

(shouts angrily)

I SAID ALL OF YOU! That includes you, MRS. JONES!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(turns to Mick)

Did he just…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

He did, and to be honest, Babe, it don’t sound that bad. Go on Brody say that to me, let Roxy hear what it sounds like? Go on, don’t be shy.

BRODY doesn’t answer, he just stares hard at MICK.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

In the van now, did you say, Yeah?

THE JACKSON’S make their way into THE UNMARKED POLICE VAN, while the other OFFICERS – WPC. WALKER, WPC. JONES and DS. WOODMAN – finally reach the van.

DS. WOODMAN (TO BRODY)

What the hell was all that about?

DS. BRODY (TO WOODWARD)

Nothing that I couldn’t handle…eventually!

DS. WOODMAN

(laughs disrespectfully)

Didn’t look like that to me!

WPC. WALKER (TO BRODY)

Or me neither, Sir!

WPC. JONES (TO BRODY)

Or me, Sir, it looked like you got your arse kicked – By a girl, too. (snigger’s into her hand)

DS. BRODY

(sarcastically mimics the laughing, then stops abruptly)

Oh really, well, this isn’t me requesting for the overtime you asked for earlier, and this is me not giving a Fuck! (puts his two fingers up at them all and walks away to his car)

  1. WOODWARD and the two female OFFICERS go and enter their vehicles, making final preparations to continue on their way to the VILLAGE of CRACKPOT.

FADE TO BLACK.

 

FADE IN:

An Ariel journey over the North Yorkshire Moors of the unmarked police van making its way to Crackpot, North Yorkshire, is visually tracked and displayed to ‘Boots Of Leather’ by Freedom Of The City song. As the van and two cars pull inside the village, the camera zooms in on Mick Jackson/Jones exiting the vehicle.

EXT. DICK TURPIN COTTAGE. CRACKPOT VILLAGE – MORNING

(The Jackson/Jones Family, DS. Brody, DS. Woodman, WPC. Walker, WPC. Jones)

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Well, this looks like a very…(lost for words of a description) It’s got a very nice…

Roxy climbs out of the van to see what Mick sees. Clearly her expression is of total disbelief.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(astonished)

Bloody hell, Mick!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Yeah, I see it, Babe.

Woodward and DS. Brody approach the two, as soon as they exit their own vehicles. A few moments later and the whole Jackson/Jones family are stood together looking into Crackpot Village with a variety of expressions on their faces. Amanda takes a picture with her mobile phone.

DS. WOODMAN

Okay, listen up. WPC’s…

DS. BRODY (TO WOODWARD)

(whispers in his ear)

Don’t you mean, Amanda and Sarah, Ted? I mean, let’s keep it bloody low key, Okay?

DS. WOODMAN

As I was saying, AMANDA AND SARAH (now looks up at Brody for a response to him announcing it correctly) will show our friends to their new home…

Roxy suddenly panics.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

That ain’t our house, Mick! That can’t be our house…Can it?

MICK shrugs and turns to DS. BRODY.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

Is it ours? (doubtful)

  1. Brody walks slowly up to Roxy and Mick, standing between them both, turning them around to face a large house made from real Yorkshire Stone and boasting luxury.

DS. BRODY

Welcome to your new home, Mr and Mrs Jones!

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

Is he taking the piss, Mum?

Benjamin pulls at Brody’s jacket sleeve.

BENJAMIN JACKSON/JONES

Has it got a swimming pool, you know for like swimming…And stuff?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

This must have cost a right fair packet…Here, this ain’t no big notorious Drug Dealers house, is it? We’re not going to be killed in our sleep!

All the officers look around at each other before bursting out laughing uncontrollably.

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

(laughs off the comment)

Roxy, Mick, I can assure you both that this house was not taken from any notorious Drug Dealers, or any criminal and that you will be completely safe staying here…Though there are a few rules we must put in place, Okay?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

What kind of rules? You mean like lights out at 10? Stay inside the house and don’t go out? Keep ourselves to ourselves, that kind of thing?

DS. BRODY

Actually, quite the opposite! We want you to mingle with the villagers, get to know them, allow them to get to know you. There are no curfews or strings attached to this deal, Mr and Mrs Jones, here you have a perfect win-win situation.

Roxy and Mick walk away from the unmarked van out of earshot of the others.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MICK)

Whatever you decide Mick, then I’m a hundred percent behind you, Babe..

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

Actually, Babe, its up to you and what you decide. I got us into this mess in the first place…

Roxy puts up a shushing finger at Mick.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MICK)

This wasn’t you’re fault, it was…and still bloody is that bastard Harris’ fault. Don’t you ever take the blame for this. Besides, I like the color of the door! (gives a big wide smile)

Turning to face Roxy, Mick cuddles into her before lifting her up off of her feet and into the air. Kissing passionately DS. Brody gives a glad smile before instructing Amanda and Sarah to lead the way into the house. Roxy and Mick stay outside.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT./EXT. DICK TURPIN COTTAGE. CRACKPOT – MORNING

(Melissa Jackson/Jones, Benjamin Jackson/Jones, Benny Jackson/Jones, Brody, Woodward, Jones, Walker, Denise Hopewell)

The Jackson’s, now The Jones’s, find their way around the large five bedroom house; the children – BENJAMIN and BENNY – making a bee-line for the bedrooms, Melissa taking a good look around downstairs, while the officers carried out their final checks on the building.

DS. BRODY (TO MELISSA)

I hear this place has a great study, maybe you and me can check it out?

Melissa blushes – Unsure of the saying.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

Is that some kind of chat-up line?

Brody panics – then blushes, too.

DS. BRODY (TO MELISSA)

Wha…! No! I mean, you do know what a study is, I take it?

Melissa shakes her head from side to side.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

Not really. Is it some kind of Red Room?

Brody invites Melissa to follow him with a waving finger that does not do him justice.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (CONT’D)

Please, don’t do that, you look like Egor, whose about to introduce me to his Master!

DS. BRODY (TO MELISSA)

EGOR! I like that. Come with me and allow me to show you something that will take your breath away…!

As Brody walks from the MAIN ENTRANCE LOBBY of the house, Roxy and Mick enter through the front door and make their way inside, just in time to overhear the officers last few words to Melissa.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

HEY! That’s our Daughter, I’ll have you know, Brody! You heard him, too, didn’t you, Mick?

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

I did hear him, Babe, but I think maybe he mixed his words up somehow…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

Yeah, maybe he did. You did mix your words up, didn’t you Detective? (stares coldly at Brody)

Brody is embarrassed. Intensely.

DS. BRODY (TO ALL)

I…I…Ah, fuck it! Listen, take a look around and if there is anything you don’t want in the house we will make arrangements to get them to taken away…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Does that include Husbands and cheeky children that cause problems? (laughs)

DS. BRODY (TO MELISSA)

(lies blatantly giving a strained smile)

All I see is a normal family.

Waving the three of them (ROXY, MELISSA and MICK) into the STUDY ROOM, Mick and Roxy take a good look around. Melissa is just awestruck.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

I believe we’ve found the Library, Babe, do you want to find a quiet corner and read me some good old fashioned…!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MICK)

(shouts loudly)

MICK! Don’t you bloody dare!

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO ROXY)

But you used to love it, Babe!

Roxy whispers almost silently to Mick from behind her raised hand on her cheek.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MICK)

I do, but not when there’s Rozzers watching us (points discreetly at Brody) Wait until later. (giggles loudly)

Brody tries to act as if he hasn’t overheard the secret conversation, while Melissa wishes that she HADN’T overheard the quite heated conversation.

DS. BRODY

If we may move on, I’d like to show you…Roxy, Mick, your room…

Brody walks to a pair of closed double doors at the far end of the STUDY ROOM, taking the handles firmly in both hands he pushes them open. Mick is suddenly excited.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Alright! I haven’t been told to go to my room since I was a kid…!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MICK)

(disappointed look)

He means, he’s going to show us to our room, silly. (TO BRODY) That is what you meant, wasn’t it?

Brody nods with a knowing smile.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (CONT’D)

(Roxy’s eyes light up like Christmas)

OH MY GOD!

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

You have got to be kidding, right, I mean, their room is out of the house completely…And it’s bigger than mine…Why is it bigger than mine? (walks inside and spins around slowly looking at everything) Is this for real?

DENISE WINTERBURN (TO ALL)

(suddenly appears out of nowhere)

Actually, its as real as it’s going to get, young lady! Did you not come and view the sale of the house yourselves?

The whole room falls abruptly silent and all eyes focus on the strange woman – DENISE WINTERBURN – who DS. Brody and the others have been startled by her sudden, unannounced appearance.

DS. BRODY (TO WINTERBURN)

Who the hell are you? And, do you mind not sneaking up on people like that, its very rude! (not amused)

Denise Winterburn laughs out loudly and painfully. Her almost perfect impersonation of a Goose being murdered cutting through the ambiance.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

HOLY FUCK! Is she for real?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MELISSA)

Melissa Jac…Jones, you mind your bloody language!

DENISE WINTERBURN (TO ALL)

I’m sorry, I get all excited when I meet new neighbors, I’m Denise, Denise Winterburn, your neighbor right next door…You are the new neighbors, aren’t you? (begs to be correct)

They all nod cautiously.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO WINTERBURN)

Yeah…I mean…Yes, we’re…!

DS. BRODY (TO MICK)

(interrupts)

In a hurry…to get into the Village and pick up some food supplies for the house.

Denise is suddenly made suspicious of her new neighbors.

DENISE WINTERBURN (TO BRODY)

(surprised)

Supplies! For the house! Right, Okay then, well I’m going to pop off and run some errands myself. Its been so…Nice to see you all, goodbye?

Denise rushes from the room, straight through and out of the front door without stopping. Closing the door noisily behind her, the Jones’s and Brody stand looking at one another waiting for the right moment to speak.

DS. BRODY

Well, that was…That was just great, thanks guys!

Roxy, Melissa and Mick are not at all happy with Brody’s approach in handling the situation.

MICK JACKSON/ JONES (TO BRODY)

What? What did we do? – – It was you…! (exclaims loudly and points directly at Brody)

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

I agree, it was him (refers to Brody while staring into her mobile phone screen she held in her hands)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

Yeah, damn straight, it was you! (Points angrily at Brody)

Brody is panicked, confused – – Scared.

DS. BRODY (TO ALL)

WHAT! What is it? What the hell did I do? (steps back slowly and carefully)

All three Jackson’s walk closer to Brody.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

You scared our neighbor, Mate, and for that you’re buying us all breakfast. Do you think there’s any local caf’s around here then? (makes her way to the front door and waits for everyone else)

  1. Brody tries to stop both Mick and Melissa leaving the room with a sequence of short gasps and shallow cries that fail to work.

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY AND MELISSA)

Its not…I mean, you all have to be briefed before we can do anything. Please, will you follow me?

MICK JACKSON/ JONES (TO BRODY)

Really, you do know I hardly had anything to eat at that Motorway Caf…!

DS. BRODY (TO MICK)

(suddenly explodes with frustration)

FOR FUCKS SAKE! It’s a Motorway Service Station, not a Motorway Caf…or Greasy Spoon!

Mick shrugs his shoulders passively.

MICK  JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

Whatever! It’s just like any other caf to me, to be honest. (smiles)

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES (TO MICK)

Seriously!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES (TO MELISSA)

What is it Princess, what’s up?

Melissa folds her arms as though insulted.

MELISSA JACKSON/JONES

You’re really going to stand here and argue over a Cafe! Lord Brody here defends it like its some Harvey Nick’s, or something. (to Brody) You should be back there, Mate, arrest ’em for that dish water they call coffee…(shudders uncontrollably) IT-WAS-DISGUSTING!

Mick walks over to Melissa and cuddles her.

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO MELISSA)

Why don’t you go and pick out a room, Princess, then you’re Mum and me can start getting to know the place?

Melissa tuts loudly before making her way out of the room, across the LOBBY and ascend the staircase. Reaching the top she disappears into a bedroom.

DS. BRODY

Okay! Alright, you’ve had your fun. Can we now get back to reality and do the briefing?

Roxy and Mick look at one another, then with a discreet growing smile they nod in unison.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

To be brief, Brody, we need to know how long we’re going to be here? No more bullshit, just the truth, yeah?

DS. BRODY

That’s hard to say really, it will all depend on Reginald and his London Firm, of course. If he openly admits to threatening you and your family, it could be quicker, I can’t really say.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

A few weeks then?

DS. BRODY

(surprised)

How’s that then?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Well, once you boys are on the case, a couple of swift kickin’s and a note from the Doctor, he should be doing time in no time (laughs at making a joke from a joke) Did you hear that, Roxy?

DS. BRODY (TO MICK)

(waits until Roxy and Mick stop laughing)

If you’re both quite finished! I have to point out to you, that in all my years of service to the force…

Mick is holding his hands up in the air as he mimics fighting with a LIGHT SABER.

DS. BRODY (CONT’D)

Very good, Mr. Jackson…!

MICK JACKSON/JONES (TO BRODY)

Ah, Ah, Ah! It’s Mr. Jones now, or did you forget?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

I think we need to discuss this name thingamywhatsitbob, whatever its called!

DS. BRODY

(shouts loudly)

CAN WE HAVE A BIT OF QUIET! Please?

Both Roxy and Mick are visually terrified by the loud outburst, and with it came the FINAL STRAW for Roxy, her hands thrown up in the air she walks away to leave Mick and Brody on their own together in the LOBBY.

DS. BRODY (CONT’D)

Well that’s just fucking great!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Not for me it isn’t GREAT, Mate, you’ve gone and upset Roxy. Now we’ll never get anything to eat, and I’m bloody starving.

Suddenly and without any warning Brody rushes up to Mick, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and pulling him out of the front door into the FRONT GARDEN.

CUT TO:

EXT. DICK TURPIN COTTAGE. CRACKPOT – MORNING

(Mick Jackson/Jones, DS. Brody, DS. Woodward)

DS. BRODY

Before you go thinking about your stomach, dick or boredom, let me tell you that there are rules to this whole deal…!

From the unmarked POLICE VAN both Amanda and Sarah jump out and start walking over to the two men while shouting Brody’s name. Sarah does SIGN to Brody to indicate it is about REGINALD HARRIS.

DS. BRODY (TO SARAH)

What is it, Sarah, what’s wrong?

WPC. JONES (TO BRODY)

We’ve just had a call from London, Sir, and its not looking very good

DS. BRODY

It never does. What’s happening with the WARRANT? The RAID? Well?

Both Sarah and Amanda are strangely silent.

DS. WOODMAN

(appears out of the van suddenly)

The warrant was issued and two officers were killed in the crossfire, as for the Raid, we were told to hold back a while until it was executed…!

DS. BRODY

Move it along a little, Woodward, we want to hear the news today, not tomorrow, if that’s at all possible?

Woodward twitches slightly in his left eye before inviting Brody into the van with a single hand gesture.

MATCH CUT TO

INT/EXT. THE POLICE VAN. CRACKPOT – MORNING

(Brody, Woodward, Sarah, Amanda, Mick)

DS. WOODMAN

We tried to get a confirmation, but it seems Mr. Harris didn’t go to the dentist…Or Doctor…

On several computer display screens inside the unmarked police van Brody looks at them with slight confusion at first, until at last he sees what the other officers had seen before calling him over. Video footage of THE RAID AFTERMATH was being televised all around the country of REGINALD HARRIS’ fatal demise. REGINALD HARRIS was dead!

DS. BRODY

(cries out loudly)

You have got to be Fucking kidding me! When the fuck did all of this happen?

Woodward moves forward to immediately volunteer himself to fill DS. Brody in with all the information.

DS. WOODMAN

The Warrant was issued to one of the Bouncers, who, according to the Chief, went psycho on the dance floor. By the time Officers moved in Harris and his side kick had barricaded themselves inside his office, which, as you know is a Panic Room in disguise.

DS. BRODY

(nods)

So, Harris and his bodyguard were in the office of the club when the police arrived, so how the Fuck did he get taken out…More to the point, WHY?

DS. WOODMAN

He did kill three officers, Brody, but besides that nobody knows, everything went crazy, bullets were flying everywhere…It’s a bloody mess back there.

  1. Brody turns away from the computer screens to fall into deep thought, before he stands up and returns to the Jones’s house. Entering the house he disappears behind a closing door.

DS. WOODMAN

I believe that’s our queue for “Get the hell out of here”

WPC. WALKER

I’m staying!

WPC. JONES

Me too!

DS. WOODMAN

Are you two out of your Fucking minds! Haven’t you seen the news? If this whole thing goes tits up…Excuse my metaphors, Ladies, but we will be lucky to leave this whole thing alive!

WPC. WALKER

If we don’t stay, whose going to protect the family against Harris?

DS. WOODMAN

Wha…! Haven’t you been listening, Harris is DEAD! There’s no way of coming back from that, not even the best medicine in the world can’t cure DEATH! Reginald Harris is dead, but they will still have the Death Contract on The Jackson’s, only now its through blood, not betrayal.

WPC. WALKER

(looks at Woodward oddly)

You DO KNOW about Harris, don’t you, Ted, I mean you being a Detective Sergeant and all…

DS. WOODMAN (TO WALKER)

Well, I don’t really know Woman Police Constable, allow me to think a moment and stabilize my marbles. Erm, yeah, that’s right, I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about!

WPC. WALKER

I reckon Brody is rattled for the fact that Reginald Harris has a Twin Brother, one that is twice as nasty, twice as shady and twice as evil as his Twin Brother Reginald.

Woodward is absolutely stunned and amazed at hearing the information coming from the WPC.

DS. WOODMAN

Reginald Harris was an only child, his parents dragged him up through the East End of London by his knackers, and only when his parents died in an accident on The London Eye, did he find enough sanity to take over London…

Mick suddenly appears out of nowhere and scares the be-Jesus out of both WPC’s and Woodward.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Reginald Harris has a Twin Brother, are you having a laugh?

WPC. WALKER

(shocked)

FOR GODS SAKE! Where the hell did you come from?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Well, (rubs his chin and looks behind him) I was over there (points to the house door)…And then I was… (turns to the officers) I don’t know where I was after that actually, but I know you were here talking about Harris’ Twin Brother.

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

We’re heading back to London…

WPC. WALKER (TO MICK)

HE’S (points to Woodward) on his way back to London, we’re staying here, to look after you and your family Mr. Jones.

DS. WOODMAN (TO MICK)

Like I said, I’m heading back to London and away from this FUBAR. (to Walker) If you stay, you know there’s less chance of coming home alive, don’t you?

WPC. WALKER

(fed up with Woodward’s negative attitude)

Yeah, of course we do, don’t we, Sarah?

Sarah nods as she is walking away toward the house. A few moments later, Mick, too, begins to walk away following Sarah. With a Good Luck salute, Amanda leaves Woodward on his own while she catches up with the others.

DS. WOODMAN (TO ALL)

And that is why I’m a Detective Sergeant and not a fucking Gofer! IDIOTS!

CUT TO:

INT. DICK TURPIN COTTAGE. CRACKPOT – MORNING

(Roxy, Mick, Melissa, Brody, Sarah, Amanda)

Sarah and Amanda have entered the house – Dick Turin Cottage -where they meet up with Brody in THE LOBBY. Mick passes straight by Brody without a single word and goes to look for Roxy (Who is in the KITCHEN).

DS. BRODY

(inquires)

Woodward!

WPC. WALKER

He’s gone, Sir, once he heard about Reginald’s Brother, he grabbed his balls and ran. But we decided to stay and see this thing through to the end.

DS. BRODY

(chuckles to himself)

I see. And by what End is it that you mean…?

WPC. JONES

We’re not going to allow a thug like Harris ruin this family’s life, Sir, whether they are…Weird or not!

WPC. WALKER

(gasps with shock)

SARAH! Really, there’s nothing wrong with them.

Jones becomes embarrassed suddenly, just as Roxy appears from the KITCHEN and approaches Brody.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Have you seen that kitchen? Erm…Where’s Mick? (glances around the Lobby)

DS. BRODY (TO ROXY)

He was here a minute ago…

WPC. WALKER (TO ROXY)

He went upstairs. Is everything alright, Mrs…Jones?

They all burst out into rapturous laughter at the strangeness of referring to the family as THE JONES’S.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

That’s okay, you’ll get used to it. And yes, everything is alright. I just wish I could get used to all of this…

DS. BRODY

The house will grow on you – On all of you as time goes by, I’m sure. (to Amanda) Could you go and find Mr. Jones, please Amanda? Inform him we need to speak before leaving for our place of more uncomfortable residence.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

What is it, what’s wrong?

DS. BRODY (TO SARAH)

Well, the beds are too hard, the shower doesn’t work properly and…

WPC. JONES (TO BRODY)

I think Roxy means with the present situation, Sir, not our DIGS!

DS. BRODY (TO SARAH)

I think it’s time for a nice cup of tea, Sarah, for everyone. (to Roxy) Why don’t we go and sit down in the kitchen and have a little chat?

CUT TO:

INT. DICK TURPIN COTTAGE. KITCHEN – MORNING

(Roxy, Mick, Sarah, Amanda, Brody, Melissa)

The four of them enter the KITCHEN where they discover a large cardboard box is sat on top of the dining table, it’s contents sealed by an exaggerated amount of brown sticky tape.

DS. BRODY

What the…!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Oh, that was there when I came in earlier, there’s a card on the side. Someone from the village dropped it off I think!

Brody walks cautiously over to the box, picking up the card and reading the message out aloud.

DS. BRODY

(reads from the card)

To welcome you all to your new home, please accept these gifts from our Community. Welcome to Crackpot Village.

WPC. JONES

That’s why that strange woman was acting funny earlier, it must have been her who dropped off the box.

Mick and Amanda suddenly appear from THE LOBBY.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Are we still talking about Brody scaring our neighbor off?

DS. BRODY

Actually, we’re talking about the job you’re going to have to take!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(surprised)

What job? I can’t work while my family is in danger!

DS. BRODY

Well, that’s the thing, Mick, nobody knows where you are. While you are incognito you’ll have to have a job and make the charade authentic to your neighbors. Don’t worry, its something right up your street (smiles suspiciously)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

That’s nice, innit Mick, maybe you’ll manage to keep this bloody job and not go getting sacked!

Everyone in the KITCHEN starts to laugh, except for Mick, who shrugs it off as a GIMMICK. Sarah and Amanda make their way over to the work tops where they rifle through cupboard’s and drawers looking for the things they need to make a drink for everyone. They can’t find anything.

DS. BRODY

Try in there. I shouldn’t imagine they’ll have forgotten the most important things, and hopefully they’ll have packed some biscuits, too. (smiles cheekily)

The two WPC’s prepare the hot drinks – of which, when finally opening the cardboard box enough to see inside they discover Tea bags, Coffee, Sugar and Biscuits – DS. Brody is confronted by a very concerned looking Roxy.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

So, you were waiting for Mick to come down before giving us the bad news!

Mick is suddenly concerned now, as Brody twists his face and attempts to hide any concerns that he has. He has been caught completely by surprise.

DS. BRODY

Now hang on, I didn’t say there was any bad news…!

Roxy stares into Brody’s eyes to look for signs that he may be lying – And finds something to back up her point.

DS. BRODY (CONT’D)

Okay, so we have a little bad news…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Come on, Adrian, you can do better than that, can’t you?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Is this about Reginald’s Twin Brother? (Walks over to the cardboard box and starts wrestling with the brown tape to widen the hole made by the WPC’s). Me, I’m surprised you guys didn’t know about him before now…

DS. BRODY

We are stretched to the limit of our resources, Mick, as you can see just by looking on the streets of London. But, to answer your wife’s question (turns to Roxy) Yes, it may be necessary to watch over you…I mean all of you, you and your family a little more closely. (he blushes with a very embarrassing smile that he tries to hide)

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

That’s so sweet of you, Adrian. Isn’t that sweet of him, Mick?

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(wrestles with the box lid to finally open it fully)

Yeah, that’s sweet, Babe…How do they expect people to get into these bloody things?

DS. BRODY

Well, as you’re all more or less settled into the house, there are some things that you should know and be aware of. (takes out his notebook and flicks it open to a marked page) First, Mr and Mrs Jones are both self-employed. A payment of £500 per week will be placed into your new bank accounts each Friday. Benjamin and Benny will attend the local Village School, Melissa will be escorted to college outside the Village, but will only attend three days a week. Any questions so far?

Mick and Roxy are amazed by the information.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

The money!

DS. BRODY

The money is an allowance, which MUST be used to maintain your lifestyle as a Self-Employed couple only. Do not go splashing it around the Village like its going out of fashion, you’ll attract unnecessary attention.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Self-Employed! Self Employed what?

DS. BRODY

(laughs)

You’re going to love this, Mick!

Before Brody can reveal to the Roxy and Mick what it is that they’re careers are to be known as around the Village, Amanda pipes up first, much to Brody’s objection.

WPC. WALKER

Gardening Reviewer…A bit like Percy Thrower (laughs out loud and sets Sarah off laughing too)

DS. BRODY

(unhappy)

Damn it, Amanda, I wanted to tell him…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(puzzled)

Hang on, bloody gardening! I don’t know nothing about gardening, Mate, so that’s gonna have to be changed.

DS. BRODY

Impossible. The moment you entered the Village you adopted the names and with the names come the job careers, too.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Na, I’m not walking around this village with people thinking I’m some kind of Fucking veggie-lover, there has to be something else?

DS. BRODY

(looks through the page)

Prison Officer, Ex-Police Officer, Manager…!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

There, what’s that one, the Manager one?

DS. BRODY

McDonald’s Restaurant Manager…

MICK JACKSON/JONES

BOLLOCKS! I best be swatting up on my lettuces and tomato’s.

Roxy is amused with the way in which Mick had tried to get Brody to change the job description.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

And me, what about me, am I a Florist or something to do with flowers?

DS. BRODY

Actually, you’re something of a Wonder Woman, Roxy!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

SHIT! I’m a bloody self-employed PE Teacher, aren’t I?

Brody is shocked by Roxy’s guess, as are Sarah and Amanda, who are now serving the hot drinks to everyone around the table, including a bewildered Mick who is now taking everything out of the box and placing it on the table.

DS. BRODY

Is there such a thing as a Self-Employed Physical Education Teacher?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

I want to be the owner of a chain of top Designer Clothes companies!

Everyone stops, turns and stares at Roxy in disbelief.

DS. BRODY

(snigger’s loudly)

Okay, as soon as I become the CEO of Lapland and Father Christmas works for me…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(insistent)

I said, I want to be a bloody Designer Clothes company owner, how hard can that be?

DS. BRODY

(drops his laughter and smile almost immediately)

Well, for one thing, you aren’t a Company Executive, secondly, we agreed on Low Key. Exactly what don’t you understand about LOW KEY?

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Are you having a laugh? I was put in charge of Dave’s Sock Stall for a whole day, Mate, so running a bloody Designer Clothes Company shouldn’t be that hard!

DS. BRODY

SOCKS! The answer is NO, Roxy! You are a Mother and Agony Aunt Columnist whose Freelance work helps out those who need advice…

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(builds up to laughing out very loudly)

You’re off your Meds, Mate, there’s no way on this planet…Put me down as a PE Teacher and we’ll talk about wages later. (walks off into the Lobby to shout the kids downstairs)

Brody turns to Mick with a very stern look on his face.

DS. BRODY

Everything has been arranged (takes a file folder from Amanda, who passes it to him from her bag) This is all the information that you’ll need to get you through this time away from London, just don’t deviate from the plan.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Is that it? Is that your job done?

Glancing over to Amanda and Sarah standing by the sink, Brody takes in a deep breath before letting it out slowly.

DS. BRODY (TO MICK)

For the first part of your stay here at Crackpot, we will be close by to watch you. As time progresses we will eventually return to London, make the case against Reginald’s Firm, until we can return you all back home.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

And Reginald’s Twin Brother, what’s going to happen about him? He’s going to be wanting revenge for his Brother’s death, you do realize that?

Waving to the two women for some privacy with Mick alone, they each exit the kitchen quickly.

DS. BRODY

Word is, he’s already started mouthing off around his own Yard over in Leeds. Apparently there’s a large Bounty on your head…!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(perturbed)

A Bounty! We’re not talking a chocolate bar, are we?

DS. BRODY

(nods his head from side to side)

No. A cool million, that’s if they recover the money that was stolen from the Security job, so do me a big favor and keep to the plan. Read the information here and remember it, Okay?

Mick is still trying to make sense and come to terms with the news of a HIT going out on him.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

But I didn’t go on the Security Job…How much without the money?

DS. BRODY

(surprised he is asking)

Listen, I don’t want you worrying about all of this now, Okay, you settle in here with your family and we’ll deal with the Hitman.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

It’s going to be BAD, isn’t it?

Brody nods silently.

DS. BRODY

As BAD as Bad can be I’m afraid, which is why we did this without the proper authority. As far as anyone in the force knows, you and your family are from Chester and they’re connected to a case that happened over a year ago. So the alternate cover of your identities are tight enough, just as long as you don’t contact anyone that you know, not family, not friends.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I understand that. I think I’ll go and get some time with Roxy before Dinner. Good luck, Brody…

DS. BRODY

Adrian, please. Call me Adrian, Mr. Jones.

Without repeating himself Mick and Brody stand to their feet. In a moment of respect Mick steps over to Brody and hugs him like a Best Friend, only not as tightly. Brody responds back, eventually, patting Mick on the shoulder.

DS. BRODY (CONT’D)

Give my best to Roxy and the kids, we’ll be close by if you need anything. (takes out his Calling Card and hands it to Mick) Here’s my card, its safe, so if you need anything call the number.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(reads off of the card)

Mr. Adrian Brody, Salesman! (laughs to himself)

DS. BRODY

As I said, its safe, so keep it safe and use it only if and when you have to.

Without any further delay, Brody walks out of the kitchen and into the Lobby where he meets up with Amanda and Sarah, who are chatting away with Roxy about clothes.

WPC. WALKER

(startled by the sudden appearance of Brody)

Sir, I was wondering…

DS. BRODY

The answer is NO!

WPC. JONES

(approaches Brody)

If you can just hear her out, Sir, we may have found a way to flush Harris’ Brother out into the open!

Brody is flabbergasted.

DS. BRODY

Tell me you’re joking? Tell me you aren’t making funeral arrangements for these people right now, Sarah? Huh!

WPC. WALKER

We were just…!

DS. BRODY

(demandingly)

GO GET IN THE VAN RIGHT NOW!

Both Amanda and Sarah wave to Roxy before rushing out of the house toward the unmarked police van, while Brody says his own farewell to Roxy.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

You really should hear them out, Detective Sergeant Brody

DS. BRODY

And YOU Mrs. Jones should leave the police work to us, like you’re husband is. Mick has the details for if you need anything. Goodbye, Mrs. Jones.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

Goodbye, Mr. Brody.

Watching Brody make his way back to his car, Roxy’s attention is brought to Mick, who has waited until Brody has left before walking from the kitchen into the Lobby. He has a very worried look across his face.

MICK JACKSON/JONES

What the Fuck do we do now?

Roxy waves her hands around while shushing Mick until she closes the front door that Brody had left open.

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

(speaking quietly)

That’s right, Mick, let all the bloody Village know, why don’t you!

MICK JACKSON/JONES

(quieter and apologetic)

I’m sorry, Babe, I’m sorry I can’t be as cool as you right now, its just I’m thinking MEXICO!

ROXY JACKSON/JONES

PATHETIC! You got us into this mess, Mick, now its up to you to get us out of it. Just one thing, however, if you blow this whole gig, you’ll have more than me to deal with (turns and walks upstairs into a bedroom and slams the door shut).

Mick watches Roxy disappear into the bedroom before being distracted by a glistening piece of jewellery from the Lounge door just as it too is slammed shut. Looking over and attempting to catch a glimpse of the person the jewellery belonged to, the whole thing happens too fast. And, as Mick is about to rush to the Lounge and go inside to investigate, both Benjamin and Benny come running over to him.

BENJAMIN JACKSON/JONES

DAD! DAD! Guess what?

Mick’s attention is still focused on the Lounge door.

BENJAMIN JACKSON/JONES (CONT’D)

We’ve got an Xbox, Playstation 4 and a Wii, how COOL is that? Dad?

Mick’s curiosity burns at his very soul on WHO it could be that had overheard his and Roxy’s conversation. It seemed vital to him to find out, but there were conditions to his terms when finding out, both Good and Bad. Walking slowly over to the Lounge door, the voices of his two children become nothing but distant echoes, his heart is beating faster than normal, and his whole body is flushed with heat as sweat drips down from his forehead. Reaching the Lounge door he reaches out and grabs a hold of the handle, turns it carefully before pushing open the door. Clearly by the look on Mick’s face there is someone he recognizes standing in the room (O/C).

MICK JACKSON/JONES

YOU!

FADE TO BLACK.

To Be Continued…

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