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FPA Screenplay

Hits 3136 | Created 2007-05-23 | Modified 2007-05-23

A forgotten screenplay for a book that was never finished. it was too complex for a first book, I think.

FADE IN

INT. CAR, DAY

ADAM, eight years old, and his FATHER are driving along a
 dreary highway, there is no sound except for tyres on concrete.  
It is HOT and AIRLESS.

		FATHER
	Some lads cut the penis off a
	young boy in some toilets in
	Birkenhead the other day.

ADAM looks at his FATHER but remains silent.

		FATHER
	With a penknife.

They drive on in SILENCE.

		ADULT ADAM (V.O.)
	This is just one of the things that
	parents tell their young and
	impressionable children, never
	imagining the lasting damage that
	casual words can have on a child's
	life.  
	I spent the rest of the journey,
	and the following night, imagining
	that scene.
	But with myself as the victim.

CUT TO INT. GLOOMY TOILETS

ADAM, eight years old, walks slowly into the toilets, splashing 
quietly through the pools of urine on the floor.  Water drips.  
He stands at a urinal and struggles with his zip.

A FLICKING SOUND.

ADAM spins around to see a group of EVIL LOOKING BOYS, the 
LEADER of which is holding a FLICK KNIFE, which glints in the 
darkness.

CUT TO URINAL as SLICING SOUND is heard.

Tiny BLOODY GENITALS land in the urinal with a SPLASH.
CUT TO INT. CAR, DAY

ADAM returns to REALITY with a small JOLT.

		ADULT ADAM (V.O.)

	Of course, my father denies telling
	me such a story now...  Cold comfort
	after years of unease and general fear
	of emasculation in public toilets - a
	fear that never really went away. 

CUT TO INT. BATHROOM, DAY

ADAM, aged six, sits on the TOILET.  His MOTHER stands beside 
him, impatiently.

		ADULT ADAM (V.O.)

	Another incident from my youth that
	is strongly denied now is what I 
	like to call the defecation 
	encouragement.

		MOTHER
	ADAM, if you don't sit on the toilet
	every day...

		ADULT ADAM (V.O.)
	Sitting on the toilet was our family's
	euphemism for boys' bowel movements.
	What they called the girls', I never
	did find out.

		MOTHER
	...If you don't sit on the toilet
	every day then it'll travel back
	though your body and come out of your
	mouth.

ADAM looks at his mother, scared, and begins to strain.

		ADULT ADAM (V.O.)
	All through my childhood, I imagined
	it coming out of my mouth, choking and
	gagging.  I wondered if it would
	scrape on my teeth as it came out. 

CUT TO EXT. WOODY PARK, DAY

ADAM, aged eight again, walking hand in hand with his MOTHER 
through a park in summer.

		ADULT ADAM (V.O.)
	But not all the things that parents
	say to children are so terrible, but
	sometimes innocent words can have 
	consequences too.

		MOTHER
	So you don't like girls then?

		ADAM
	No way!

		MOTHER
	One day you will.

		ADAM
	No I won't!

		MOTHER
	One day you'll want to kiss them,
	and hold their hands too.

ADAM makes disgusted noises, shrieking.

		MOTHER
	Ah ADAM, somewhere in the world
	there's a girl for you, and she's 
	perfect in every way.  And when you
	meet her you'll know instantly that
	it's her.  	Then you'll want to spend
	the rest of your life with her at the 
	expense of everything, and everyone 
	else.  Ah, that's true love ADAM,
	true love. 	Everyone can find it but
	most people give up on true love much
	too early and settle for something
	much less, and someone that isn't 
	right for them, because they think 
	they won't find anyone better before
	they get old.

ADAM looks confusedly at his MOTHER and says nothing.

		ADULT ADAM (V.O.)
	Of course, I didn't understand a word
	she said.  
	Until later.

EXT. STREET OUTSIDE A GREY PUB, NORTHERN TOWN, DAY.

A CRAZY MAN dances in the street.  Passers by try and ignore 
him, dropping their heads and hurrying by.  The CRAZY MAN follows 
one man and dances around him, waving his ARMS in the air.

		CRAZY MAN
	I'm invisible!  I'm invisible!

		ADULT ADAM (V.O.)
	It may be a cliche, but your reality
	is what you make it.  Like the
	Invisible Man in Lancaster - he may
	not actually be invisible, but because
	he spends all his time dancing around 
	in front of people, telling them that
	he is, the natural consequence is that
	they completely ignore him, just as if
	he really was.

FADE TO INT. SMALL LOUNGE/BEDROOM, DAY

ADAM, an adult now, sits on a mattress supported by some old 
wooden palettes.  He has his head in his hands and doesn't move.  
He is staring at the OLD, DIRTY carpet.

		ADAM (V.O.)
	This was the summer of my madness...
	I used to be a hippie, and when I was,
	I used to hate people who told me that
	they used to be hippies.  I couldn't
	quite understand how they could
	transform into the cynical, bitter
	people that they seemed to be now.  I
	generally suspected them of lying to
	me... Now that I was cynical and 
	bitter myself, the transformation was
	still a mystery to me.
	I would throw myself down onto my
	carpet in helplessness.

ADAM throws himself off the bed onto the floor and lies motionless, 
letting out a tired sigh.

		ADAM (V.O.)
	I would stare at the pile of my 
	carpet, searching for answers.  My 
	face was so close to the floor that 
	the detail was a blur.  I used to 
	think that it meant something.

INSERT BLURRED image of CARPET FIBRES.

		ADAM (V.O.)
	But whatever I was looking for...  It
	wasn't there.

ADAM gets up and stands in the centre of the room, looking around.

		ADAM
	Hippy bullshit.

		ADAM (V.O.)
	It was time for a change.  
	So the next day I...

CUT TO ADAM handing a letter to a SUITED man in an OFFICE.

		ADAM (CONT'D) (V.O.)
	Handed in my notice...

CUT TO ADAM pointing to a small backpack in an OUTDOOR SHOP.

		ADAM (CONT'D) (V.O.)
	Bought a 40 litre backpack...

CUT TO ADAM finishing a PINT of GUINNESS in a smoky PUB.

		ADAM (CONT'D) (V.O.)
	And drank five pints of Guinness.

ADAM places empty pint with four others and burps.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

FADE TO INT. SMALL LOUNGE/BEDROOM, DAY

ADAM sits on his bed, a large map of MEXICO in front of him.  
The TELEPHONE rings.  ADAM leans over and picks it up, still 
examining extensive jungle in CHIAPAS.

		ADAM
	Yellow.

		JAMES (O.C.)
	ADAM?  James.  Fancy a trip to the 
	Dolomites?

		ADAM
	Where the hell are the Dolomites?

		JAMES (O.C.)
	Um, northern Italy I think.

		ADAM
	What to do?

		JAMES (O.C.)
	Climb mountains!

		ADAM
	How you getting there?

		JAMES (O.C.)
	Hitching.

		ADAM
	When?

		JAMES (O.C.)
	Tomorrow, we can meet you at Dover if 
	you like.

ADAM looks sadly at his map of MEXICO and sighs.

		ADAM
	Okay, what time?

FADE OUT

FADE IN

EXT. THE ROADSIDE, NORTERN FRANCE, DAY

ADAM, JAMES and DAN stand in the pouring rain at the side of 
a deserted road.  They stand in silence, staring along the road.  
They look miserable.

A car appears in the distance, JAMES puts his thumb out and it 
slows to stop.  It is a very small car.

The DRIVER rolls down the passenger window and before he can say 
anything, all three are inside the car, backpacks and all.

CUT TO INT. SMALL CAR, DAY

The DRIVER grunts and pulls away.

ADAM is in the front seat, backpack between his knees and reaching 
his chin.  He examines the DRIVER, who is silent.

The DRIVER is a big, bearded man with many tattoos.  He is wearing 
old leather.  He is so big that his knees stick up either side of 
the steering wheel.

		ADAM
	Thanks for pickup us up, we're um,
	heading east generally.

The DRIVER does not look at ADAM.

		DRIVER
	Mij verrichten niet spreken Engels.

		ADAM
	Ah.  Parlez-vous Francais?

		DRIVER
	Mij verrichten niet spreken Frans.

		ADAM
	Ah.

		DRIVER.
	Mij spreken Vlaams.

		ADAM.
	Oh.

Glances are exchanged between DAN and JAMES.  ADAM looks out 
of the window.

EXT. BELGIAN COUNTRYSIDE, DAY

It is still raining heavily, the CAR drives into the distance.  
As far as we can see are fields and nothing else.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT. SMALL CAR, NIGHT

ADAM, JAMES and DAN anxiously look out of the windows of the 
car as they continue to drive down dark lanes.  It has been more 
than two hours.  It is has stopped raining.

		JAMES (Quietly)
	Ask him where we're going.

		ADAM
	How, exactly?

SILENCE descends on the car.  The car eventually makes a turn 
into the driveway of a medium sized bungalow and stops.  In 
front of the house, taking up most of the drive space are several 
chopper style MOTORBIKES.

The DRIVER gets out of the car, slams the door, walks to the 
house, opens the door and vanishes inside, closing the door 
behind him.

Some time passes inside the car.  ADAM stares at the motorbikes, 
whilst DAN and JAMES stare at the closed door.  They all look WORRRIED.

Finally, JAMES spots the motorbikes.

		JAMES
	Shit!  Look at those bikes!

		ADAM
	Umm...

At this moment, the DRIVER comes out of the front door of the 
house, followed by a STRANGER.

The STRANGER is dressed in leather trousers and leather vest.  
He is bare-chested under the vest.  He has a bald head, large 
beard and tattoos covering almost all his body.

The STRANGER and the DRIVER walk over to the car.  The STRANGER 
bends down and presses his face up to the front passenger window, 
staring at ADAM for a few moments, then standing up again.

ADAM looks pale.

The STRANGER and DRIVER begin to talk, heatedly just outside the car.
Occasionally a finger is jabbed in the direction of the car.

ADAM looks round at JAMES and DAN, but can think of nothing to 
say.

Suddenly, there is a BANGING noise, as the STRANGER knocks on the 
front window.

ADAM slowly winds down the window.  The STRANGER is bending over, 
looking in.

		ADAM
	Hello?

		STRANGER
	Hello, please, where is it that you
	wish to go to?

		ADAM
	Err, um...  East, we're um, heading to
	ah, Germany?

The STRANGER stands up and talks to the DRIVER for a few moments, 
who then beams a smile of understanding, and gets back in the car.

As they drive away the STRANGER can be seen waving from the 
driveway of the house.

EXT. TRAIN STAION, SOMEWHERE IN BELGIUM, DAY

A deserted railway station consisting of one old building and 
some overgrown plant boxes.  Grass grows on the rail track.
ADAM, JAMES and DAN are pulling their backpacks out of the small 
car.

		ADAM
	Well, thanks very much, you know,
	you didn't have to go so far out of
	your way, but this is great, yep,
	er, thanks.

		DRIVER
	Mij verrichten niet verstaan te
	woordje welk u zitten zegswijze.

		ADAM
	Ah, yes, thanks again.

The three wave as the car executes a neat circle and drives away.

		JAMES
	Bloody hell, I thought we were going
	to be murdered.

DAN already has his thumb out.  The road is deserted.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT. TECHNO CAR, DAY

LOUD techno music plays as the car is driven incredibly fast 
down a thin road by a 19 year old TECHNO KID in a baseball cap.

		ADAM (Shouting)
	So, where are you from?

		TECHNO KID (Shouting)
	What?

		ADAM (Screaming)
	Where are you from?

TECHNO KID pulls a puzzled look, then fiddles in the glove 
box, leaning across ADAM and neglecting to look at the road.  
He takes out a MATCHBOX and hands it to ADAM.

		TECHNO KID (Shouting)
	Skin up!

ADAM turns to look at DAN and JAMES in the back of the car.  
They are both nodding vigorously.

		ADAM
	Oh, okay.

ADAM takes a deep breath.

ADAM takes out tobacco and papers.  Extracts three papers, 
glues two side by side, fold the third, licks the glue along 
both sides and puts it in the middle of the other two, 
presses them together and slides the third paper out, leaving 
the glue behind.  He folds the glued two papers several times 
to turn it into a slightly conical shape, then puts a long 
string of tobacco into it, followed by the grass from the 
matchbox, which is pulled out and broken in along the length.  
Then it is rolled up quickly and glued.  It looks good.  He 
tears off a small square of card from his rizla packet and 
rolls it into a tube.  He struggles to insert it into the thin 
end of the joint.  It sticks, half way in.

ADAM pulls out a group of jewellery that are on a string around 
his neck and selects a long, thin, sharp bit of wood.  He uses 
this to shoehorn the paper into the joint.  It looks less good, 
and he is looking worried now.  He lights it and pulls a face 
as he tries to draw on it.  It is too tight and no smoke is 
getting through.  Out comes the neck-tool again and he fiddles 
some more.

ADAM takes another draw.

CUT TO CLOSE UP OF JOINT, BURNING DOWN SLIGHTLY

ADAM still isn't happy and rolls the joint between his fingers 
for a while, then fiddles with end again and takes another draw.

CUT TO CLOSE UP OF JOINT, BURNING DOWN SLIGHTLY MORE

ADAM continues to fiddle, then takes another draw.

CUT TO CLOSE UP OF JOINT, BURNING DOWN A FAIR AMOUNT

ADAM continues to fiddle, whilst in the back seat JAMES is 
leaning forward, staring at ADAM, looking worried.

ADAM takes another draw.

CUT TO CLOSE UP OF JOINT, IT BURNS DOWN TO HALF WAY NOW

		ADAM
	I think it's okay now...

POV ADAM

The road in front stretches off to infinity whilst ADAM seems 
to shoot backwards in his seat.  The volume of the music increases 
to a deafening level and begins to become discordant and grating.

ADAM looks to his side at the TECHNO KID, who seems to be much 
too close, and seem to be SNARLING at ADAM.

		ADAM
	Shit...

INT. TECHNO CAR, DAY

ADAM takes another draw.

Suddenly the car has stopped and the music is turned down.

		TECHNO KID
	This is it.

JAMES and DAN get out of the car, ADAM follows, but slowly and 
struggling with his backpack.  JAMES and DAN do not help him.  
ADAM looks confused.  

ADAM tries to hand back the matchbox, but TECHNO KID holds up 
his hand.

		TECHNO KID
	No, you keep it.

TECHNO KID turns up the music, ADAM closes the door, and he 
screeches away.

ADAM is left standing, joint in hand, looking at JAMES and DAN, 
who seem angry.

		JAMES
	Jesus, why didn't you pass him the
	joint?

		ADAM
	I was, um, going to.

		DAN
	You didn't even say thank you!

		ADAM
	Didn't I?  Well you can sit in the
	front next time then.

ADAM passes the joint to JAMES.

		ADAM
	Where are we anyway?

		DAN
	Absolutely no idea mate.

FADE OUT




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