EXT. SCHOOL PLAYGROUND – DAY
SUPER: LOUGHTON, ESSEX, 1988.
Its a winters day in London. Leaves on the ground. The wind blowing them everywhere. A weak sun on the trees casts shadows on the ground.
A schoolboy, PETER DODDS, ten years old, nice looking, wearing long trousers, watches as a young schoolgirl, SAMANTHA BOLTON, five, mixed race, pretty, hair in cornrows, sits on the ground crying.
A short distance away a CROWD OF YOUNGSTERS are pointing at her and laughing.
DODDS goes to walk over to her but before he does an older girl, CAROL BROWN, nine or ten y/o, blonde, not as pretty but self composed, strides purposefully towards her.
CAROL kneels down to talk to SAMANTHA.
Puts her arm around her.
Whats wrong, flower?
SAMANTHA gulps down her tears and points towards the crowd identifying A BOY a few years older than herself.
Hes bigger than most of the other kids. Rough looking. Wearing short trousers but confident in his size.
Hes pointing and laughing at SAMANTHA.
He tried to kiss me.
Why did he do that?
SAMANTHA shrugs her little shoulders, a look of bewilderment on her face.
I was nice to him….
She starts to cry again.
CAROL strides over to the crowd.
PETER DODDS stands where he is. Watching.
CAROL pushes her way her through the jeering and cheering children.
Walks straight up to the boy.
He tries to stare her down.
She speaks directly to him pushing her finger in to his chest to emphasise each word
Don’t – you – ever – touch – her- again.
The boy sneers at her.
She prods him again in the chest.
Because – I – said – so.
The boy sneers at her again.
And what if I do?
CAROL pokes him again.
You’ll – be – sorry.
The boy goes to push her back.
Before he can, CAROL starts to pummel him with her fists in a tirade of blows.
He tries to hit her back but he misses.
At this she pummels the boy even harder.
SAMANTHA looks proudly on.
The other children are cheering the skirmish.
DODDS starts to walk over to intervene. Sees a FEMALE TEACHER approaching. He stops and watches.
With her back to the crowd, DODDS and the oncoming teacher, CAROL puts her hand out to the boy.
Give me your dinner money.
Give me your dinner money.
She glances round and indicates the approaching teacher.
If you don’t I’ll get you into big trouble.
The boy looks at the teacher. Digs in to his trouser pocket. Gives CAROL his dinner money. She slips it in to a pocket on her school dress.
The teacher arrives and breaks them up. She speaks to the older girl, then the younger.
CAROL SAMANTHA. Whats going on here?
The teacher looks doubtful but does nothing more.
ExXT. UPPER ST, ISLINGTON – EARLY MORNING.
SUPER: LONDON, 2007
Its a grey, gloomy morning and CAROL BROWN, now late 20s, jogs down Upper St.
The street is deserted except for the occasional jogger and an Islington Council cleaning lorry moving slowly down the street.
CAROL is drop dead gorgeous. 5ft 10, long legs, blonde hair flowing down her back, her fine figure shown off to its best in skimpy shorts and running vest.
She has an iPod and is nodding her head to the music she is listening to.
She passes a male jogger, PETER DODDS, now early 30s, good looking, well built in an athletic way, going in the opposite direction.
He nods his head in a gesture of one jogger greeting another.
She doesn’t reciprocate. Runs on.
He stops and turns round, admiring her as she runs away from him. Thinking he might know her.
Unaware of his looking, CAROL glances at her watch and increases her pace.
She runs down the narrow lane that is Camden Passage.
An urban fox stops its rummaging in a large bin bag to watch her run past.
A rat scuttles out of the same bag. Scampers away.
INT. CAROL’S FLAT. HALL – MINUTES LATER.
The flat is smart, feminine, Habitat furniture with Balinese throw-overs on the couches. Rugs on the floor.
CAROL goes in to:
INT. CAROLS FLAT. KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS
CAROL switches on the smart Gaggia coffee machine.
Puts two slices of bread in to a chrome Dualit toaster.
Leaves the kitchen.
INT. CAROL’S FLAT. STAIRS/HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS
CAROL runs up the stairs.
Stops at a closed door. Knocks on it loudly.
Come on, flower, time to get up.
Walks on and goes in to the bathroom.
INT. CAROL’S FLAT. BATHROOM – LATER.
A radio is heard in the background.
CAROL, freshly showered, hair still wet, is applying the last touches to her make-up.
She brushes her hair vigorously and pulls it back in to a severe ponytail.
INT. CAROL’S FLAT.BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS
She goes in to her bedroom and from the great array of designer clothes selects a dark grey suit and a plain, cream blouse which she puts on.
She adds a pair of heavy, thick framed glasses.
From the beautiful, ultra fit jogger, CAROL has transformed herself in to an attractive but conservative office worker.
INT. CAROL’S FLAT. KITCHEN – LATER.
She goes back in to the kitchen.
Starts to toast the bread in the Dualit.
Starts to make coffee.
KITCHEN – MINUTES LATER.,
CAROL finishes her toast.
Puts her empty plate and coffee cup into the sink.
Takes two slices of bread and puts them in to the Dualit ready to be made.
Puts a coffee cup under the coffee maker nozzle.
INT. CAROL’S FLAT. STAIRS/HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS
Runs up the stairs.
Knocks on the closed door again. Her voice is more terse this time.
SAM, get up you lazy sod, youll be late for work. The coffee’s on.
She waits for an answer. Doesn’t get one.
She goes to knock again. Decides not to and leaves.
EXT. UPPER ST., ISLINGTON – MORNING.
CAROL walks down the street on her way to work carrying a small brief case.
The day is still grey. Her FELLOW COMMUTERS even more so.
INT. ANGEL TUBE STATION – CONTINUOUS
CAROL passes her Oyster Card over the acceptor.
She gets a smile from a STATION ATTENDANT. Doesn’t notice.
INT. TUBE TRAIN – LATER.
CAROL gets on to the crowded train. Stands holding the overhead strap.
A good looking YOUNG MAN offers her his seat. She readily accepts. No acknowledgement for the gesture.
She opens her case and takes out some papers. Starts to read.
INT. CANARY WHARF STATION. PLATFORM – LATER.
CAROL gets off the train and makes her way to the escalator.
The station is packed with CITY WORKERS hurrying to their offices like sharks going after their prey.
INT. CANARY WHARF STATION. ESCALATORS – CONTINUOUS
CAROL runs up the steep escalator past all the standing COMMUTERS
She exits the station and walks through the streets at a fast pace to one of the Canary Wharf super skyscrapers which she enters.
INT. ATRIUM OF OFFICE BUILDING – DAY
CAROL stands with a host of other WORKERS jostling to get a better position for the descending lift.
Without anyone really noticing she manages to get herself among the first to get in.
INT. EIGHTH FLOOR CORRIDOR – DAY
CAROL gets out of the lift first and enters a door on which reads the name ERLICH & ASSOCIATES – FOREIGN EXCHANGE DEALERS.
INT. OFFICE OF ERLICH & ASSOCIATES – DAY.
The office is open plan, ultra modern and very sexy.
CAROL’S CO-WORKERS are all good looking men, and a few attractive young women, dressed in designer labels.
Already things are hectic with the traders SCREAMING down their phones.
Every desk has two computers sitting proudly on it.
CAROL stops at the Gaggia machine to make herself a coffee.
Already standing there is DEREK FORBES, late 20s, good looking but unassuming, well dressed in a pin stripe suit, striped shirt, plain tie.
He has already made his coffee and is drinking it out of a coffee mug which bears the legend MONEY MONEY MONEY.
Morning CAROL Enjoy the party last night?
Didn’t stay long, Derek. Not my thing.
CAROL selects a mug from a number standing there all baring money related slogans, such as MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO AROUND, MONEY TALKS BULLSHIT WALKS, GREED IS GOOD etc.
CAROL takes the one which reads I’M ONLY IN IT FOR THE MONEY.
Thought I hadn’t seen much of you.
Derek finishes making his coffee and stands back to let CAROL make hers.
Your friend SAM did well for herself.
CAROL’S interest is suddenly heightened.
Got off with the boss, no less.
I think she’s been planning that for some time.
She adds sugar to her already poured coffee. Stirs the mixture.
Bit old for her, isn’t he?
I think she likes her men experienced.
I suppose he does have a certain charm.
CAROL drinks her coffee.
Still enjoying Accounts?
CAROL looks across the office at the CITYBOYS in their flash suits, Rolexes, designer haircuts, the testosterone hanging heavy in the air.
The action is still frantic with the cityboys doing their individual deals,
SHOUTING at each other,
SCREAMING down the phone – many of them holding two, one to either ear.
Rather be a trader.
Derek gives her a questioning look.
Making a fortune for yourself playing with other peoples money?
He puts his hands up in a hey stop gesture.
Some of us have scruples you know.
Before she has a chance to say anything ANOTHER MAN, very overweight, full of himself, wearing a red shirt with yellow braces, no jacket, pushes in between them.
Hes carrying a cup which reads ITS A RICH MANS WORLD and begins to make himself a coffee.
CAROL looks at him, looks back to Derek.
Derek smiles, nods his head in agreement and walks away.
Catch you later.
CAROL stands where she is, enjoying the moment.
Gives the overweight man a big smile.
Have a good day.
Walks off towards her desk.
INT. OFFICES OF ERLICH AND ASSCOIATES. CAROLS DESK – SAME EVENING.
CAROL is at her desk tidying up and getting ready to leave.
Everyone else seems to have left for the night.
She looks across to the only office on the otherwise open-plan floor.
It bears the name JOSH ERLICH.
INT. OFFICES OF ERLICH AND ASSOCIATES. JOSH’S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS.
The office is befitting a CEO. An oversized glass and chrome desk. Leather swivel chair. A leather settee and matching single seater. Tizio desk lamps. Two computers on the desk. Phones dotted all around. Modern art on the walls.
JOSH ERLICH, a handsome man, early 40s, clean shaven, dark hair, beautifully cut clothes, a ladies man in every way, is speaking on the phone, feet on his desk, a big smile on his face.
He holds a framed photograph of himself crouching next to a younger man in a wheelchair. They are both wearing large blue and white rosettes.
JOSH puts the photo back on to the desk. Takes a small cigar from a box also on the desk. Puts it in to his mouth. Lights it.
As shes about to leave for the night, CAROL sees SAM Bolton, now an attractive young woman, good figure, early 20s, hair still looking great in cornrows, storming out of the lift and straight in to JOSH’S office.
Although the SLAMMING DOOR stops her from hearing anything, CAROL watches the action.
JOSH puts the cigar down, gets up as SAM waves her hands furiously at him.
JOSH simply stands there calmly and says little.
He shakes his head in denial at what SAM is saying.
Laughs at her.
SAM storms out in tears.
JOSH picks up the half finished cigar, walks to the window and looks out, ignoring her exit.
INT. OFFICES OF ERLICH AND ASSOCIATES. MAIN OFFICE – CONTINUOUS.
CAROL, unseen by JOSH, runs after SAM and catches her up at the lift.
SAM! What on earth’s the matter?
SAM is crying too much to answer.
You didn’t come in. I thought you weren’t well.
The lift arrives and the two get in.
INT. LIFT – CONTINUOUS
SAM (IN TEARS)
She stops, cant go on.
SAM pulls off the neck scarf she is wearing to reveal bruising round her neck.
Last night. After the party.
CAROL gently touches the bruises.
SAM stops crying, starts to speak again.
He said he was going to take me down to Boujis.
After he’d made a business call to New York.
CAROL stops her by putting her finger on SAMS lips.
Ssshhh. Back at the flat.
SAM nods silently and CAROL puts her arm round her.
SAM continues to cry.
CAROLs face is a mask of fury.
INT. OFFICE OF ERLICH AND ASSOCIATES. JOSH’S OFFICE – MINUTES LATER.
JOSH walks away from the window and stubs his cigar out.
He checks his computer for any last minute messages and logs out.
Puts his jacket on and leaves the office.
INT. SMOLENKSKYS BAR AND GRILL – MINUTES LATER.
JOSH walks in and looks around.
Sitting at the bar is RUPERT BERNSTEIN, mid 50s, pin striped suite,club tie, matching collar and cuffs, very much the city banker.
JOSH walks over and sits on the bar stool next to him.
RUPERT slaps him on the back.
Hi, Rupert, how they hanging?
JOSH takes an olive from a dish on the counter. Pops it in to his mouth.
RUPERT indicates to the BARMAN that he wants a glass of champagne poured for JOSH from the bottle in front of them both.
The barman obliges.
JOSH helps himself to another olive.
Good party last night?
The staff enjoyed themselves.
Looks as if they still are.
JOSH follows his eye line to a group of six young men drinking from champagne flutes all holding fifty pound notes in front of their eyes and CALLING OUT the serial numbers.
The game continues in the background.
Any of them ever beaten you at that silly game?
Naaa. None of them have got the bottle.
RUPERT gives the crowd a disparaging look.
He drinks his champagne.
Now about that little deal you mentioned….
I’d rather not talk about it here, Josh.
He glances around the room again.
Too many ears. But lets say it involves Roubles. A lot of Roubles.
A big grin appears om JOSH’S face.
I like Roubles.
He laughs, takes his champagne and downs it in one.
Waves to the barman for another bottle.
The barman is about to serve someone else.
Leaves him standing there and gets JOSH’S bottle instead.
While he’s waiting, JOSH dips in to the olives again.
INT. CAROLS FLAT. LIVING ROOM – LATER SAME EVENING.
SAM is sitting on a couch in the flats living room.
CAROL brings her in a cup of coffee and sets it down in front of her.
SAM takes a sip and gives CAROL a weak smile of appreciation.
CAROL hold hers hands out in a sign that SAM should continue what she had been saying.
SAM looks uncomfortable. Takes a few seconds before she starts to speak
It was all going so well….
INT. JOSHS FLAT. LIVING ROOM – EVENING – FLASHBACK
JOSHs flat is what youd expect of a high flying cityboy.
No expense has been spared with leather sofas, angle poise lamps, rugs, glass and chrome tables, modern art on the walls. All in abundance.
The SAMe photograph of JOSH and the young man in wheelchair is again the only personal effect noticeable.
JOSH is on the telephone.
SAM is standing by the ceiling-to-floor windows which are hidden by slatted blinds.
She pulls the blinds open. Looks out.
The view is of Canary Wharf itself. It is magnificent.
JOSH puts the phone down. Walks over to SAM. Stands behind her. Strokes her hair.
He turns. Walks back into the luxury kitchen.
SAM sits herself in a deep, black leather sofa.
Looking very pleased with herself, she kicks off her shoes and tucks her feet under her.
The POP of a champagne bottle is heard and JOSH brings in a frothing bottle and two glasses.
He holds the bottle up for SAM’S approval.
She nods her head enthusiastically.
JOSH pours two glasses.
SAM takes the one offered to her and drinks it, a big smile on her face.
JOSH drinks some of his, puts his glass down then walks over to a side table and takes out a small silver box.
He crosses to a mirrored glass tables, opens the box, takes a sachet out and pours the contents out of it on to the table.
He takes a silver razor blade and cuts the white powder in to four equal lines.
SAM watches uneasily.
JOSH takes a 50 note, rolls it in to a thin tube, and snorts the first line.
He reaches over and hands the note to SAM.
SAM shakes her head.
JOSH pushes it in to her hand.
She takes it.
Gets up from the sofa.
Walks slowly over to the table.
Bends and nervously snorts the second line.
She hands the note back to JOSH.
He snorts the third line and hands her back the note.
Again she initially refuses.
Again JOSH insists she takes the note. She does.
She snorts the last line.
Looks at JOSH for approval.
JOSH stands there looking pleased.
With a small wave of his hand, he indicates the bedroom door.
SAM smiles. Gets up. Walks in to the bedroom.
JOSH follows her.
Closes the door.
INT. CAROLS FLAT. LIVING ROOM – AS BEFORE.
CAROL is cuddling SAM who is still in tears.
I said no, CAROL, he should have stopped.
Don’t worry, SAM, he won’t get away with it.
SAM looks at CAROL Uncertain.
Have I ever let you down?
SAM smiles, happy that she is being taken care of again.
Ext. Islington police station – daytime.
CAROL and SAM enter the police station.
INT. ISLINGTON POLICE STATION – CONTINUOUS
A smattering of people are standing around.
CAROL walks to the desk and speaks quietly to a FEMALE POLICE OFFICER
We’d like to speak to someone.
She looks around to make sure no one can hear what shes saying.
About a rape.
The policewoman looks to SAM who is distant and withdrawn.
I’ll get you a senior detective.
CAROL nods her thanks and walks back to SAM.
The policewoman walks through a door that says NO ENTRY UNLESS AUTHORISED
INT. POLICE WAITING ROOM – MINUTES LATER.
SAM, looking haggard, is seated at an interview table, CAROL next to her.
The room is bright and well lit by overhead lights.
Two plain clothes police officers, PETER DODDS and TRISH BARNWELL, walk in and take seats opposite the two women.
DODDS, the jogger from earlier, is now dressed in a scruffy M&S suit, white shirt and boring tie.
CAROL looks at him. Seems to recognise him. Looks away.
DODDS takes the lead. His manner is gentle.
Hi, I’m Detective Sergeant Peter Dodds.
He indicates BARNWELL, a woman in her late 30s, buxom, mousy hair, conservatively dressed in suit and blouse.
This is my colleague, DC Trish Barnwell.
She smiles at SAM and CAROL
CAROL smiles back.
DODDS looks at her again. He seems to know her. Goes to say something. Doesn’t.
She indicates SAM
This is Sam, Samantha Bolton.
SAM does nothing.
DODDS concentrates his focus on SAM.
Ms. Bolton, tell me what happened.
He sits there and waits for SAM to speak.
SAM touches her throat where the bruising is clearly showing.
INT. POLICE INTERVIEW ROOM – LATER SAME DAY.
JOSH sits at the SAMe table as CAROL and SAM had been sitting previously.
Opposite him are DODDS and BARNWELL.
Thank you for coming in, Mr Erlich.
DODDS refers to his note book.
A few questions wed like to ask you.
JOSH, smartly dressed in casual clothes, is relaxed and answers calmly.
No problems, DS DODDS, ask away.
INT. INTERVIEW ROOM AS BEFORE – A DAY LATER.
The same four people are sitting in the same interview room.
SAM is looking smarter, better, not so frazzled.
CAROL looks in control of the situation.
The problem we’ve got, Sam, is that Mr. Erlich insists that the sex was consensual.
SAM shows them the still angry bruising around her neck.
What about the bruising to my neck?
He says you were both a little drunk. The sexual intercourse got a little rough. But you were both willing participants.
SAM is getting annoyed and agitated.
She is pulling nervously at her jumper.
Fingering her bruises.
She bites her top lip.
That’s just not true.
TRISH BARNWELL shrugs her shoulders sympathetically.
Ms Bolton, according to Mr. Erlich you had a crush on him…
DODDS consults his notes, doesn’t want to look SAM in the eye.
….you threw yourself at him. And that, against his better judgement, he gave in to your advances.
SAM pulls at her hair, gesticulates wildly.
He came on to me.
He admits it was a foolish thing to do but that you are an extremely attractive young woman.
And you told us yourself you went willingly back to his flat. And in to his bed.
SAM starts to cry bitterly.
She bites her top lip again and wipes her eyes with her hand.
When she speaks its almost to herself.
When he got violent I said no. He should have stopped.
Trish BARNWELL hands SAM a handkerchief.
That at first you were reluctant to participate in his preferred way of making love but then, after some persuasion, you became a willing participant.
I said no
He also said that you probably regretted what had happened. Sleeping with the boss.
SAM shakes her head furiously in denial.
And that’s why you are blaming him for something that never happened.
SAM shakes her head again.
Ms Bolton, we believe you, truly we do but if we take the case to the DPP they’ll throw it out.
DODDS is interrupted as a young female officer comes in with a cup of tea which she places in front of SAM.
Our senior officer here has already told us to drop it.
SAM rejects the offer of the tea. The young policewoman leaves it there anyway.
Even if they did prosecute, you would have to appear in the witness box.
BARNWELL stands up and paces round the interview room.
I have a daughter, Ms Bolton, and I would not put her through that unless I was certain she was going to win. Even then I’d think twice.
SAM slams her fist down on the table, spilling the tea.
For Christ’s sake, he forced me to have sex against my will.
DODDS shakes his head, shrugs his shoulders. Puts his hands up in a sign of despair.
I’m sorry, Ms Bolton, I really am. But with no witnesses, no previous, we just can’t prosecute.
SAM breaks down and sobs her heart out.
DODDS looks on not knowing how to help.
TRISH BARNWELL tries to put a comforting arm round SAM but SAM brushes it away.
DODDS gives both SAM and CAROL his card.
If you need to speak to me, any time about any thing, my mobile number’s there.
CAROL and SAM stand up and leave.
CAROL gives DODDS a smile of thanks.
EXT. POLICE STATION YARD – LATER.
The yard is dark and dingy, little natural light, bars against all the buildings windows.
TRISH BARNWELL and PETER DODDS are leaning against the dirty brick wall.
BARNWELL is smoking, DODDS drinking coffee from a plastic cup.
Flash bastard. Knew exactly what to say. Treated me like something on his shoe.
BARNWELL takes a long drag on her cigarette. Stands up from the wall.
Doesn’t make him a rapist, though.
Whose side are you on?
BARNWELL throws her cigarette on to the floor and grounds it out with her heel.
Just stating fact.
Trish, No means No.
PETER, I know its an old fashioned view but I really believe women have to take some responsibility for what they do.
Two uniformed officers walk past. All four acknowledge each other.
As much as I like SAM she might well have thrown herself at him.
Trish, come on.
BARNWELL shakes her head at DODDS
Or at least let him know that she was available. Hes an attractive man. And rich.
DODDS is getting agitated at what he’s hearing.
I’m not sure I’m believing this.
She went back to his flat. Got in to his bed. Started to have sex.
And then told him to stop.
They were making love for Gods sake.
And she told him to stop.
BARNWELL looks exasperated. DODDS just isn’t getting the point she’s trying to make.
She tries another tack.
Do we know that? Couldn’t it have been as Erlich said?
DODDS is visibly annoyed now.
No, it couldn’t. He took right liberties with her her and that’s all there is to it.
DODDS finishes his coffee and throws the cup in to a nearby dustbin.
BARNWELL shrugs her shoulders, giving up.
Maybe you’re right.
You bet I am.
Not going to get him this time though.
No. But if he tries it again he’ll wish he hadn’t.
INT. CAROLS FLAT. BATHROOM – LATER SAME DAY.
SAM walks in to the bathroom.
Goes straight to the medicine cupboard.
It is full of packs and bottles including Tampax, Dencorub, Pearl Drops, Radox.
She rummages through and finds a container with a chemists label which reads TEMAZEPAM. TAKE ONLY AS PRESCRIBED.
She takes it.
Takes a glass. Fills it with water from the tap.
Opens the pack. Starts to count the pills out from the container.
INT. HOSPITAL WARD – EARLY MORNING.
SAM is in a hospital bed fast asleep and looking very much the worse for wear.
CAROL is sitting by the bed holding her hand.
A NURSE is adjusting the saline drip.
She’ll be fine. Didn’t take enough to kill her. More of a call for help.
SAM GROANS and the nurse looks at her sympathetically.
But I don’t envy her the headache she’s going to have.
The nurse makes a final check of the apparatus and leaves.
CAROL sits there.
PETER DODDS walks in.
How is she?
She’ll be OK. Thanks for coming.
It’s the least I could do.
He looks at SAM. Reaches out and squeezes her hand.
INT. HOSPITAL CAFE – DAY
CAROL and DODDS sit at a Formica table drinking coffee.
The Cafe is full of the usual hospital ITINERANTS and STAFF.
DODDS snaps his fingers. A thought has just come to him.
I knew I recognised you.
From school. I know you from school.
CAROL looks perplexed. As if she doesn’t understand.
In Loughton. Primary school. I was a couple of years ahead.
DODDS is nodding his head, certain he’s right.
And then I saw you jogging down Camden Passage.
I live just off the market.
DODDS points to himself.
Just off Upper St.
Close to work.
Yea, very convenient.
Perhaps we could catch up for coffee again?
Id like that.
CAROL takes a note pad and pen from her handbag, scribbles a note and hands it to DODDS,
He checks it, folds it up and puts it in to his pocket.
She’ll be all right. It’ll just take a bit of time.
I hope so. Shes so young. And so lovely.
DODDS gives her an encouraging smile.
I’ll see Erlich again tomorrow. Rattle his chain. You never know.
CAROL looks pleased at the outcome of the meeting.
INT. OFFICE OF ERLICH AND ASSOCIATES. JOSH’S OFFICE – NEXT MORNING.
JOSH sits behind his imposing, ultra modern desk.
He is wearing a beautifully tailored suit and looks immaculate.
DODDS sits on the other side of the desk looking very much the shabby policeman.
JOSH looks supremely confident. DODDS looks frustrated and annoyed.
JOSH reaches for the box of cigars on his desk. Offers it to DODDS.
Just answer the question.
JOSH takes the box back. Takes a cigar for himself. Puts it in to his mouth. Lights it.
I told you before, the sex was consensual.
And the bruising?
Part of the ritual of rough sex, Detective Sergeant.
Strangling heightens the woman’s pleasure at climax. Or didn’t you know that?
The phone RINGS. JOSH looks at it. Looks at DODDS. Puts the call on hold. A smile on his face as he does so.
I’m going to have to take that, Detective Sergeant. As enjoyable as it is, our little chat is costing me money.
It doesn’t worry you that she tried to kill herself?
DS DODDS, we got drunk, did coke, went to bed, had rough sex, she regretted it, cried rape. It’s happened before, it’ll happen again. Get over it.
JOSH gets up. Walks to the door. Indicates the meeting is over.
DODDS stays seated.
I think you took advantage of a young innocent, Mr Erlich.
JOSH doesn’t answer, instead he shows DODDS the door.
DODDS gets up. Walks to the door. Eyeballs JOSH.
One step out of line in the future, Mr Erlich, and I’ll be all over you.
JOSH gives him a look of disdain. Eyes him up and down.
What? Like a cheap suit?
DODDS walks off with a final look at JOSH. It could kill.
INT. OFFICE OF ERLICH AND ASSOCIATES. JOSH’S OFFICE – NEXT DAY
JOSH is TALKING on the phone.
CAROL KNOCKS on his door and enters.
JOSH gestures for her to come in.
He finishes the call.
What can I do for you, Carol?
JOSH (INTERRUPTING HER)
Josh, Carol, its Josh.
CAROL looks uncomfortable.
Josh. I had a call from Sam last night.
Yes? I was wondering why she hasn’t been in.
It seems like she’s gone back to stay with her parents for a while. In Cheshire.
JOSH gets up. Walks to the window. Turns back to CAROL.
Strange. Why didn’t she speak to me?
Said it was a family thing. She won’t be coming back.
Could I arrange to have a salary cheque sent on to her?
Of course. Do you have an address?
JOSH walks back to his desk. Takes a cigar from the box on his desk. Puts it in to his mouth.
Realises CAROL is watching him.
Offers her the box.
She laughingly declines.
This is all very strange, Carol. No more info?
No. Mr Erl….Josh.
OK. Can you take care of it?
Yes, of course.
Tell her I hope everything goes well for her. If she needs a reference, well you know….
CAROL nods that she does. Leaves.
JOSH sits down. Puts his feet up. Picks up the phone.
INT. OFFICE OF ERLICH AND ASSOCIATES. JOSHS OFFICE – LATER SAME DAY.
CAROL knocks on the door, JOSH waves her in.
Mr. – JOSH, I hope you don’t think – well I was wondering – with Sam not coming back – if you would consider me for her job.
JOSH looks surprised at the request but smiles nevertheless.
Well I was thinking as more of a P.A. I could learn so much from you about – well, everything.
JOSH laughs, even more surprised.
You know I’m good with figures. And Im a quick learner.
Leave it with me.
He goes back to his desk, feet go up on the desk again.
He reaches for the phone but before he can make his call another man, NICK JONES, same age bracket as JOSH, dishevelled, a manic look about him, storms in.
I can’t do this any more. I’ve had it.
JOSH looks at him – doesn’t have a clue what he’s talking about.
This job. It’s all so pointless.
Pushing money around from here to there. Trading this off against that. Making a point on Tuesday, losing a point on Wednesday. What good does it do?. Who benefits?
JOSH gives him a haughty look.
Pressure twenty four seven. No time for the kids. Haven’t slept with the wife for months. And for what? Waiting for an end-of-year’s bonus that will just about pay off the debts I should never have incurred in the first place.
JOSH picks up the phone. Hits three digits
Security, Josh Erlich here. Erlich & Co. 20th Floor. Come and escort a Mr Nick Jones from the building would you, please.
JOSH looks at Jones and with the fingers of one hand, waves goodbye.
That’s right, Nick Jones.
Jones looks at JOSH. He realises what he has done. He looks stunned.
Walks out without another word.
JOSH picks up the phone and starts to punch in the numbers.
INT. OFFICE OF ERLICH AND ASSOCIATES. MAIN OFFICE – NEXT DAY.
JOSH stands in front of the gathered Erlich staff.
Just a quick word, everybody. Sadly Sam Bolton has left us to attend to some family problems.
A few GROANS come from some of the men in the crowd.
But I’m pleased to say that Carol Brown….
He indicates CAROL standing by her desk
Will be taking her place – as my new P.A….
This is a cue for more CAT CALLS from the male contingent.
….three month trial period.
CAROL stands there with a surprised look on her face which suddenly turns in to a big smile.
So please give Carol all the help you can. Not easy working for me. As you all know.
JOSH claps his hands and directs them to CAROL.
DEREK FORBES glances across to her with a questioning look.
CAROL sees him but turns away.
Nick Jones has left as well. Gone to work for Oxfam or some other bleeding heart operation.
The gathered employees LAUGH and HOOT.
JOSH turns on his heels and goes back to his office.
He stop and turns.
Great month this month by the look of it. So one lucky trader will be getting the full services of his favourite lap dancer. Compliments, of course, of yours truly.
JOSH gives the crowd a knowing wink.
Keep it up.
The dealers break out in to SHOUTS of LEWD APPROVAL.
JOSHS OFFICE – LATER.
JOSH sits at his desk. Feet up as usual. Speaking on the phone.
OK Rupe, six o’clock it is.
He puts the phone down.
Notices CAROL standing there and gives her a questioning look.
I wanted to say thanks, you hadn’t said anything before….
I like surprises. See how people react. As I said, three month trial. By then I expect you to know me better than I know myself.
Great. You wont miss Sam. I promise.
I’ve forgotten her already.
CAROL smiles, turns and starts to leave.
CAROL (UNHEARD BY JOSH)
I bet you have.
The phone RINGS, JOSH picks it up.
INT. OFFICE OF ERLICH AND ASSCOCIATES. MAIN OFFICE – LATER.
DEREK FORBES walks up to CAROL’S desk where she is busy at her computer.
Congratulations. Next step the trading floor?
Nothing as grand as that.
Oh I don’t know. Working for Josh you’ll learn a thing or two about the markets.
That’s the plan.
Be careful though. All that glitters and all that.
Not with you?
Bit of a chancer our Josh. Doesn’t always go by the book. Or so it’s said.
CAROLs laughs half-heartedly.
Isn’t not going by the book going by the book?
I told you before, Carol, were not all cowboys.
CAROL puts one hand to her forehead in a mock salute.
Yes, you did.
Derek salutes her back.
By the way, whats the real story with Sam?
The real story?
Her parents don’t live in Cheshire.
No? That’s what she told me.
Derek gives her a long questioning look.
Beautiful young girl gets off with the boss one day, leaves the next.
CAROL shrugs her shoulders.
Don’t have a number for her do you?
In Cheshire? No, she didn’t give it to me. Ive got an address though.
No, that’s fine.
Derek walks away. Unconvinced. Something on his mind.
EXT. THE ALBION PUB GARDEN – DAY.
CAROL and PETER DODDS sit at a wooden table sharing a bottle of wine.
CAROL is dressed casually but still conservatively, skirt and jumper and slightly less heavy glasses.
DODDS is in jeans and a T-shirt and looks much better than when is dressed in his suit and tie.
He pours a glass for them each.
Glad you could make it.
Nice of you to ask.
I’m surprised you stayed there. After what happened.
It’s a good job. Still hard for women in the city.
But working for Erlich….?
He leaves the question hanging in the air.
CAROL shrugs her shoulders.
He’s good to work for.
That’s not what I meant.
CAROL sips her wine, picks up a menu and starts to look through it.
DODDS takes the hint and drops the subject.
There’s a fete at the old school on Saturday, I was thinking of going. Don’t fancy it, do you?
EXT. ST. LUKES SCHOOL, LOUGHTON – DAY.
A Ford Laser pulls up outside the school.
A big, hand-made sign reads WELCOME TO ST LUKE’S SCHOOL FETE.
PETER DODDS and CAROL get out the car. Walk through the school gates.
EXT. SCHOOL PLAYGROUND – MINUTES LATER.
The school has been set up with lots of stalls, sideshows, playing areas etc.
DODDS and CAROL are standing at a stall, both eating scones
DODDS looks round and sees the mixture of old and modern buildings.
Glad you said yes.
CAROL looks around, too, not totally impressed by what she sees.
How could I turn down an invitation like this.
Changed a bit.
Been twenty years.
I’ll never forget that day you gave that bully a good hiding.
Come on. He tried to kiss that little girl and you gave him what for.
CAROL laughs at the memory.
Yes, I did give him a walloping, didn’t I.
DODDS is laughing, too.
Did he deserve it?
CAROL stops laughing. Becomes defensive.
Of course he did. He was a bully. Bullies deserve all they get.
It’s when I first thought of becoming a copper. Seeing you look after her like that.
DODDS looks a bit embarrassed at what he’s admitted, shrugs his shoulders, changes the subject.
Didn’t stay in the area then?
He takes a bite of his scone.
Couldn’t wait to get away.
DODDS speaks with his mouth half full.
Parents still there?
Mum is, a true Essex girl. Dad died in a road accident. What about you?
DODDS shrugs his shoulders.
Parents retired to Spain. See them from time to time. Not really close.
CAROL takes his hand, inspects his fingers.
too busy chasing criminals.
She looks around the Fete.
How about we go and chase a drink?
She walks off.
DODDS follows her, wolfing down the remainder of his scone as he goes.
EXT. CHELSEA FOOTBALL GROUND – DAY.
A black limousine pulls up outside the main entrance.
The front door opens and a CHAUFFEUR steps out.
Walks to the back door. Opens it.
The chauffeur walk to the boot. Opens it. Takes a wheel chair out. Unfolds it.
JOSH is now by the other back door. He is lifting out a young man in his twenties, MICHAEL, who is obviously seriously handicapped.
The chauffeur and JOSH settle him down in the chair. JOSH pushes him towards the entrance.
JOSH turns to the chauffeur.
Back here at five.
Five it is, Mr Erlich.
JOSH speaks to the young man in the wheelchair.
Come on Mikey, a quick pint and a pie before the game starts.
Pushes him towards the Entrance gate.
The jobsworths at the gate instantly gesture JOSH in.
INT. PRIVATE BOX – TEN MINUTES LATER.
JOSH and Michael are in a Private Box on their own.
Michael is still in his wheelchair, JOSH fussing over him.
JOSH walks over to a drinks cabinet.
A new Chelsea blue and white scarf is lying there.
JOSH picks it up. Kisses it.
Brings it over to Michael and puts it round his neck.
Here Mikey, now you’re a real Chelsea fan (JOSH chants) Chelsea….Chelsea….Chelsea
His brother laughs childishly but with delight.
JOSH looks out of the box window. The PLAYERS are warming up.
He points the action out to Michael.
JOSH spots TWO MEN near the box, well suited and booted they look like city types.
JOSH walks over to the fridge, takes a soft drink and pours it into a glass.
He walks over to a side table, takes a sausage roll and a sandwich from the assortment of food, puts them on a plate.
Takes them over to Michael.
Get your laughing gear round this, bruv.
Michael takes the offerings with glee. Starts to tuck in.
JOSH watches his brother. Looks at the two men talking outside.
I’ll be back in a minute.
He walks to the door.
Comes back. Gives his brother another kiss on the top of his head.
Michael continues to eat his food.
Looks at at the crowd outside. Wants to be out there with them.
Sees JOSH join the two men OUTSIDE and start talking to them.
Goes back to looking at the crowd.
INT. PRIVATE BOX – SOMETIME LATER.
MICHAEL is sitting watching the football which is now in full flow.
The plate and glass are empty on the floor.
JOSH comes in. Tousles MICHAEL’S hair. Gives him a big, warm hug.
Sorry, Mikey, had a bit of business to take care of.
He picks up the glass and plate. Carries them to the drinks cabinet.
Michael smiles at his brother, adoration in his eyes. He nods his head a number of times, a big smile on his face, in an obvious sign of approval.
Starts to clap his hands.
INT. OFFICE OF ERLICH AND ASSCOIATES. JOSHS OFFICE. DAY.
JOSH is sitting at his desk as per usual.
On the other side sits RUPERT BERNSTEIN.
So. Mr. Kutsonov is a very rich man. Not very nice perhaps but very rich.
JOSH says nothing, simply nods his head in understanding.
Recently he has been, shall we say, persuaded to sell his oil interests.
He didn’t want to?
He had no say in the matter.
JOSH again nods his head. He understands the implications.
Now he wants to bring his money to England. Sees it as a safe haven.
Initially foreign exchange.
JOSH pretends to preen.
Then property. Shares. Gold.
JOSH raises his eyebrows.
Wants to open six accounts. One in his name. The other five in other names.
Does he have any in mind?
He’s open to suggestions.
Stalin, Trotsky, Kruschev….
I don’t think Mr. Kutsonov has a sense of humour.
Six new accounts to be set up. One for Mr. Kutsonov. Five for his non-existent associates. With me providing relevant documentation – passports – visas. Bills from the local Gas company?
RUPERT laughs, the first time he has shown any humour.
I don’t think the last one will be necessary.
No sweat. I shall give it my personal attention.
You will, of course, be well rewarded. One percentage point above the norm for all transactions.
Plus all out-of-pocket costs to be met by him.
And marked up by twenty per cent.
To stop me fiddling the expenses.
Don’t even think about it, Josh. Our Mr. Kutsonov values his money more than life. Especially your life.
One last thing. Mr. Kutsonov is a very private man. You’ll never meet him.
Ah, the plot thickens.
All communications with him will be through me.
And knowing your penchant for the occasional….
RUPERT taps his nose.
….disappearing act I will need another contact here. One that can be totally trusted. But perhaps not too knowledgeable.
RUPERT gives JOSH a questioning look.
Been here for a couple of years. An accountant by training. Now my P.A. Good looker, too.
RUPERT nods his head in agreement and pleasure.
JOSH picks up the phone, hits three digits.
Carol, can you come in. Someone here I’d like you to meet.
JOSH puts the phone down, a greedy look on his face.
Now. Are we talking millions or billions?
The door opens and CAROL walks in.
Gone are the thick glasses, the severe hairstyle, the conservative two-piece suit.
In their place, long blonde hair, a stunning Channel suit accompanied by Manolo Blahnik stilettoes that show her legs off to perfection.
The look on RUPERT BERNSTEIN’S face shows that he approves of JOSH’S choice.
He stands up as gentlemen do.
Carol, Rupert Bernstein.
RUPERT extends his hand, CAROL shakes it.
Rupert is a good friend and an even better client. Any time I’m not here, he’ll be asking for you. Give him your full and undivided attention.
CAROL smiles at Bernstein.
It will be a pleasure.
Bernstein smiles back. He likes what he sees.
Noticing BERNSTEIN’S reaction to CAROL, JOSH studies her intently and sees her, for the first time, as the very attractive woman she is.
INT. LOCAL PUB – EARLY EVENING.
TRISH BARNWELL, smartly dressed, sits at table on her own.
She is using a compact mirror to put her lipstick on.
Adjusts her hair.
She sees PETER DODDS walk in. Quickly puts the mirror away before he can see it.
PETER looks round the pub, sees her. Makes a drinking signal.
BARNWELL nods her approval.
INT. PUB – LATER.
Both are now seated at the table. DODDS has a pint of beer, BARNWELL a glass of white wine.
It’s getting worse.
DODDS sits there and sips his beer. Says nothing more.
Am I supposed to guess?
Guess what’s getting worse.
What’s getting worse is the number of cases they won’t prosecute.
BARNWELL raises her eyebrows in mock amazement.
She takes a large pull on her glass of wine.
We nick em, they let them out. Not even a slap on the wrist these days.
BARNWELL slaps her own wrist.
Can’t slap wrists, Peter. Politically incorrect, wrist slapping.
And as for ASBOs, don’t the silly bastards realise the kids love em? They’re a badge of bloody honour on the estates.
Trish gives a mock yawn that says she has heard it all before.
Yea. Yea. Yea. You still seeing that jogger from the Erlich case?
DODDS looks at her guardedly. He’s on the defensive straightaway.
Carol? Now and again.
Trish laughs, she’s out to get him. She starts to thrust her hips forward to punctuate her sentence.
What? As in now and again – and again – and again – and again?
Keep it clean, Barnwell. Its nothing like that.
BARNWELL is still laughing
So what is it like?
She’s nice. I like her. A lot, as a matter of fact.
Still working for Erlich, though, isn’t she? Bit funny that.
Yea, can’t make it out myself.
Money’s probably too good to walk away from. Seeing her again?
Next week. Flamenco at Saddlers Wells.
BARNWELL throws her hands up in the air.
Peter Dodds. You wouldn’t know a flamenco from a paella.
DODDS smiles, puts his pint almost to his mouth.
A man can learn.
They both laugh.
DODDS finishes his pint. Gets up to get another one.
BARNWELL quickly finishes her wine and hands him the glass.
Don’t mind if I do.
As DODDS walks away he stamps his feet in an attempt to dance flamenco.
He fails miserably.
BARNWELL collapses on the banquet-style seat in hysterics.
EXT. SADLERS WELLS – NIGHT
DODDS, suited and booted but still managing to look a scruff, is waiting outside the theatre. Hes anxiously looking around.
CAROL comes running down the street.
She runs up to DODDS and kisses him on the cheek. Then takes him by the arm.
They walk in to the theatre, chatting.
CAROL has her hair pulled back and is wearing heavy glasses and a conservative two piece suit.
White wine would be nice.
DODDS trips off to the bar. CAROL calls after him.
And a program.
DODDS nods. Alters direction. Heads off to the program seller.
INT. DODDS FLAT, BEDROOM – LATER SAME NIGHT.
CAROL gets out of bed. Naked. Begins to dress.
Doods watches her. Hes in love. Head over heels.
Sure you can’t stay over.
I’d really like that.
DODDS starts to get up. CAROL stops him. Kisses him lightly on the mouth.
You stay there. I’ll let myself out.
DODDS makes an effort to get up but then lets himself be pushed back in to bed.
DODDS lays there like the cat that got the cream.
INT. OFFICE OF ERLICH AND ASSOCIATES. JOSHS OFFICE – NIGHT.
JOSH is in his private office loo, snorting a line of cocaine.
He walks out in to his office proper, there are only a few people still working. CAROL is one of them
He goes back and sits in front of his computer screen. Puts his phone to his ear. Punches in a long number.
The screen of the computer is showing both the New York and Chicago Stock Exchanges.
JOSH (INTO PHONE)
Greetings, Chuck, its Josh Erlich. And how is glorious Manhattan?
He pauses and listens to the reply.
That good, eh? And the wife and kids?–Glad to hear it.– Roubles to dollars, whats the best you can give me?–You want my balls on a silver platter as well?–That’s better. That I can live with. Two million dollars each parcel.– And a slight change in arrangements. I want seven parcels from now on in all the Kutsonov contract dealings. Extra parcel in the name of Asimov.–That’s right, Asimov. And Chuck, give one to your mistress for me, willya? Tell her I’ll do it personally when I’m over next.
JOSH laughs at Chucks answer and puts the phone down.
Takes a cigar. Puts it in to his mouth. Lights it Starts to dial another number.
As he does his mobile rings. He stops dialing, answers the mobile.
JOSH Erlich.–Oh hi Doctor.–No, thanks for calling. Ill get over right away.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM. MIKEY’S PRIVATE ROOM – LATER.
JOSH walks in to a private room where MIKEY lies in bed, sleeping or unconscious its impossible to tell.
JOSH sits down beside the bed. Takes MIKEY’S hand.
Bad night, eh, Mikey. Not to worry, Doctor says you’re going to be fine.
He takes his hand away, settles back in to the chair. He talks to Mikey but really hes talking to himself.
Which is more than we can say about me at the moment. Fucked, that’s what I am. Lost a bundle in this credit crunch fiasco, bruv, just never saw it coming. Even had to clean out the company pension scheme. God help us all if I can’t make a killing soon.
An attractive NURSE walks in to the room.
Hallo, Mr Erlich.
JOSH smiles at her. Nods his head in acknowledgment.
The nurse walks over to Mikey, check his pulse.
Mikey will be fine. A bit of a scare, that’s all.
Make sure he gets the best….
He looks at her name tag.
….Nurse Williams, he’s all I’ve got in the world.
The nurse smiles sympathetically. She’s impressed.
INT. OFFICE OF ERLICH AND ASSOCIATES. MAIN OFFICE – SAME NIGHT.
CAROL, back in her city-guise is sitting at JOSH’S desk working on his computer, phone to her ear.
She has the six Kutsonov files on the computer screen.
Plus a seventh bearing the name Asimov.
Chuck, hi, Carol Brown.– How’s Julie and the kids?–Oh, that’s great. And the little one got over her cold? — Yea, at that age you can never be too careful. Chuck I know you spoke to Josh earlier, I’m just checking what he told you.–
CAROL looks thoughtful – taking in what she’s being told.
Yea, that’s right. Seven parcels at two million each. The six names you already had plus a parcel in the name of Asimov. And you managed to fix that at your end?– Good. There’s one hell of a lot of Roubles in this account. Id hate for us to mess up.– Chuck, you’re a honey. You won’t regret it, the Roubles are flowing this end, non-stop. Good for us, good for you. (laughs) If we don’t let Josh mess it up. — And Chuck, don’t mention I called. You know what he’s like if he thought I was checking up on him. — No, detail never was his strong point. — Yea, you too. Love and kisses to Julie and the kids.
CAROL puts the phone down, a satisfied look on her face.
She picks up the phone again.
Phil, hi, how are things in the windy city? — And Cassie and the kids?
She listens to Phil’s reaction, laughs heartily.
INT. LE PONT DE LA TOUR. MEN’S TOILETS – DAY.
JOSH is in one of the stalls doing a couple of lines of cocaine.
He leaves the toilet, walks through the dining room wiping his nose.
EXT. LE PONT DE LA TOUR. TERRACE – MINUTES LATER.
JOSH joins RUPERT BERNSTEIN at a prime table.
The place is packed with the GREAT AND GOOD of the city.
MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE are wondering from table to table, greeting their peers, making themselves noticed at every step.
JOSH and RUPERT have almost-empty champagne glasses in front of them.
In the ice bucket is a turned up bottle of the ubiquitous Cristal.
There is a third place set but nobody yet there.
Mr. Kutsonov told me to say that he is very happy.
Well he should be, the money I’m making him.
The SOMMELIER arrives at the table and presents JOSH with a bottle of Chateau Margaux. He hold it reverentially.
Chateau Margaux 1982, Mr Erlich.
JOSH looks at it and nods his acceptance.
The Sommelier goes through the ritual of opening a bottle of such a fine vintage. He hands the cork to JOSH.
JOSH waves it away and indicates he should hand it to RUPERT.
Na, give it to Rupert. Hes got a bigger nose than me.
RUPERT accepts the cork, sniffs it, and nods his approval.
The Sommeliers body language asks if Josh wants Rupert to taste it as well.
Yea, let him do the honours. Just don’t tell him how much it costs.
RUPERT sniffs the wine then tastes it, swirls it around his mouth, nods his approval.
Price of everything, value of nothing, Josh?
I’m a cityboy, Rupert, what would I know?
CAROL, looking a million dollars, joins them at the table.
Carol, how lovely to see you. And how lovely you look.
JOSH gestures to CAROL, indicating the bottle.
Glass of house red?
I think a mineral water might be the order of the day, Josh. Bit busy this afternoon.
Nonsense. We’re celebrating. Courtesy of Mr. Kutsonov.
Just a glass then.
JOSH waves the wine waiter over to them.
He comes to the table and pours a glass for Carol.
She tastes it, rolls her eyes.
Although I think it’s more of a Chateau.
BERNSTEIN glances at JOSH. A quizzical look on his face.
CAROL holds the glass to her nose, sniffs.
Obviously an old Bordeaux.
JOSH and BERNSTEIN both turn to watch her. BERNSTEIN already impressed. JOSH obviously put out.
CAROL rolls the wine in the glass.
Sips it again.
Rolls the wine around her mouth.
She takes another small sip.
No. Better than that. 1982, Id say.
JOSH has been tumbled but tries not to show his annoyance.
BERNSTEIN loves what’s happening and beams with delight.
CAROL turns to the SOMMELIER. Gives him a wink.
A 1982 Chateau Margaux as a house wine. Don’t tell everyone, Luigi, they’ll all want it.
LUIGI smiles at CAROL and walks away.
CAROL gives a girlish laugh. She’s won but there’s no way shes going to gloat.
She turns to BERNSTEIN.
And Mr. Kutsonov is happy with our handling of his accounts?
Any problems at all?
As long as he’s earning what he expects he’s not looking for problems.
A WAITER arrives with the food. Three very large steaks.
CAROL looks at the size of her steak. Raises a quizzical eye.
Eat with the boys and you’ve got to eat like the boys.
CAROL accepts the dish graciously.
But of course.
The three start to eat.
Ext. LE PONT DE LA TOUR. TERRACE – EARLY EVENING.
JOSH and RUPERT are well drunk. CAROL not so.
Most of the lunchtime diners are left although there are some of the USUAL SUSPECTS are, like the Erlich threesome, still there, well into their cups.
And I have another surprise for the two of you.
Oh I do like surprises.
Mr. Kutsonov has asked me to invite you both to enjoy his yacht. Easter-time.
Nice of him. Cannes? Costa Smerelda?
Thought that was a hospital.
RUPERT gives JOSH a you smart arse look. CAROL giggles.
But that’s after you’ve found him a house to live in. A big house. A big, expensive house
JOSH points his finger at CAROL, re-asserting his position. It’s obviously her job.
EXT. CAROLS FLAT – DAYTIME.
DEREK FORBES rings the doorbell. Stands there waiting for it to be answered.
He rings the bell again.
After a minute or so, the door opens a crack and SAM’S face appears.
Hi, Sam, I thought I might catch you here.
SAM looks surprised, doesn’t know how to reply.
Fancy a coffee? Round the corner.
I don’t think….
Oh come on, Sam. I haven’t seen you for ages. Ive been worried.
That’s very sweet of you, Derek, but….
I’ll stand here all day if I have to.
SAM is hesitant. She bites her lip.
OK. Give me five minutes to get dressed.
She closes the door, leaving him on the doorstep.
EXT. THE ELK IN THE WOODS, CAMDEN PASSAGE – DAY.
The cafe is only half full. Some of the CUSTOMERS tucking in to Full English breakfasts, the others drinking coffee or tea.
Derek and SAM are both drinking coffee.
So what happened that night of the party?
SAM looks at him anxiously.
I saw you disappearing with Erlich. Next thing you’ve left the company.
It was a family thing.
He points to the ceiling. There’s nothing there.
Look a flying pig.
Derek, you’re a very nice guy but….
Derek leans across and puts his hand on hers.
SAM, I think the world of you. And I know what that arsehole Erlich is like with women. I’ve seen it before.
SAM takes her hand away.
It was a family thing.
Derek puts his hands up in defence.
OK. OK. But if there’s anything you ever want to tell me.
He pats his shoulder.
SAM smiles at him then buries her head in her coffee.
Derek realises that he should change the subject.
Mind you, it was a good time to get out of Erlichs. Share markets all over the place. Pound going up and down like a whore’s drawers. People worried about their jobs. Are you working?
No. Thought I might go travelling.
Derek waves at a WAITRESS trying to get her attention.
SAM’S mobile phone rings. She answers it.
Hi Carol — Just having a quick drink with Derek. — Sure. Half an hour. See you at the flat.
Shrugs her shoulders at Derek.
Not to worry. But don’t forget, if there’s ever anything I can do for you just let me know.
SAM nods her head.
INT. CAROLS FLAT. LIVING ROOM – LATER SAME DAY.
CAROL is seated on the leather sofa.
SAM is standing. She is agitated, annoyed.
I don’t believe you’re asking me that. You of all people.
SAM, it’s all about to go down. I have to be sure.
You fancy him, don’t you. You’ve fallen for his charm act.
Don’t be silly, SAM. It’s just that from tonight there’s no going back.
Carol, I said no. He should have stopped. He didn’t. What more is there to say?
CAROL gets up from the sofa.
Takes her in her arms in a big hug.
There’s nothing more to say.
INT. A LUXURY HOTEL BAR – NIGHT.
A cocktail party is in full swing and JOSH is wandering from group to group, smiling, chatting and shmoozing the GUESTS.
He gets admiring looks from all the women.
Eventually he walks over to CAROL, standing with a group of other guests, who is wearing a little black dress that leaves little to the imagination.
It’s been such a lovely evening, seems a shame to end it now.
Well I have to make a call to New York….
He slips his arm around her shoulder.
But I can do that from the flat.
Why don’t you come up, have a glass of champagne and I’ll take you down to Boujis.
I bet you say that to all the girls.
JOSH walks away and pays attention to the other guests.
INT. JOSHS FLAT – NIGHT.
The flat is lit by Tizio lamps.
CAROL walks to the floor-to-wall windows. Opens them. Looks out at the vista of Canary Wharf.
JOSH walks over. Stands behind her. Strokes her hair.
He walks away.
Walks into the luxury kitchen.
CAROL sits herself down in a deep, black leather sofa.
A champagne bottle POPS and JOSH brings in a frothing bottle and two glasses.
He holds the bottle up for CAROL’S approval. Its Cristal.
CAROL nods her head enthusiastically.
JOSH pours two glasses.
CAROL takes the one offered to her and drinks it, a big smile on her face.
JOSH drinks some of his, puts his glass down then walks over to a side table and takes out a small silver box.
He crosses to a mirrored glass table, opens the box, takes a sachet out and pours the contents out of it on to the table.
He then takes a silver razor blade and cuts the white powder in to four equal lines.
CAROL watches intently.
JOSH takes a £50 note, rolls it in to a thin tube, and snorts the first line.
He reaches over and hands the note to CAROL. She takes it, gets up from the sofa, walks to the table and snorts the second line.
She hands the note back to JOSH.
He snorts the third line and hands her back the note.
She snorts the last line, licks her gums, a big smile on her face.
JOSH stands there looking pleased with himself.
With a small wave of his hand, he indicates the bedroom door.
CAROL smiles and walks through the door.
JOSH follows her. Walks in. Closes the door.
INT. JOSH’S BEDROOM – MINUTES LATER.
JOSH and CAROL are in bed together kissing passionately.
The action is intense and both are obviously enjoying whats happening.
CAROL is on top of JOSH and leans over to playfully bite his shoulder.
JOSH reaches for the drawer in the bedside table.
CAROL stops him.
I want to feel you inside me.
JOSH twists them both so that he is now on top.
As he does so she rakes her fingers down his back.
He takes one hand from her hips and puts it around CAROLS neck and starts to squeeze.
CAROL encourages him.
But then she pushes his hands away.
I need another drink, JOSH. Make me more relaxed.
CAROL gets out of the bed, throws a towel around her and walks out of the bedroom.
JOSH stays laying where he is. A self-satisfied look on his face.
INT. JOSHS FLAT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS.
CAROL goes to her handbag.
Takes a small plastic bag out.
Takes a pill out of the bag.
INT. JOSHS FLAT. KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS.
CAROL takes a bottle of champagne out of the fridge.
She POPS the cork.
Pours two glasses.
Puts the pill in to one of the glasses.
It FIZZES and dissolves.
As she waits, JOSH, wearing just a towel, walks in to the kitchen.
He walks up to CAROL Kisses the back of her neck. Reaches for a glass of the champagne without the dissolved pill.
CAROL freezes. Recovers her poise. Smacks his hand.
I’ll bring it in.
He looks at her. Puzzled.
Why not here?
She acts coy.
I want to be your slave. Serve you in bed.
He walks back out.
CAROL puts the two glasses on to a silver tray.
INT. JOSHS BEDROOM – A MINUTE LATER.
CAROL puts the tray down on to the bedside table.
She hands JOSH one of the glasses.
Nice and cold.
JOSH sips the champagne.
Oh come on.
She downs her glass in one go.
JOSH looks at her. Does the same.
Puts the glass down.
Makes a grab for her.
JOSH and CAROL are making love.
The action is frantic.
The sex is rough.
JOSH again has his hands round CAROLs neck.
She GROANS with pleasure. He increase the pressure.
CAROL writhes in enjoyment.
She pushes JOSH back.
Gets on top of him.
Starts to squeeze his neck.
JOSH encourages her.
She squeezes harder.
JOSH starts to push her hands away.
Squeezes his throat harder.
JOSH looks surprised.
Starts to resist.
CAROL has him pinned down. Uses her weight to keep him under her.
In his half dazed state, JOSH tries to push her away.
CAROL keeps on strangling him, a look of ecstacy on her face.
She closes her eyes, her hold on JOSHs neck tightens even more.
INT. JOSHS FLAT. BEDROOM – LATER.
CAROLs sits on the side of the bed.
She is fully dressed.
JOSH is asleep.
Tries to get up.
Sinks back on to the bed.
Shakes his head in an effort to wake up.
Looks at CAROL
CAROL sits there. Says nothing.
JOSH leans over, tries to find his watch.
What time is it?
CAROL doesnt answer.
Hey, whats up?
CAROL doesn’t look at him. Keeps staring ahead.
Why did you do that?
JOSH gives her a questioning look – he doesn’t know what she’s taLking about.
JOSH, you raped me. I can’t believe it. You raped me.
JOSH is still struggling to come to his senses.
I told you to stop and you wouldn’t. You were like some kind of animal.
JOSH gets out of bed. Grabs a towel. Wraps it around himself.
This is ridiculous.
CAROL stands. She is angry.
You don’t remember?
JOSH looks at her. Closes his eyes.
JOSH’S BEDROOM – AS BEFORE – FLASHBACK
JOSH is making love to CAROL His hands are around her neck. She is writhing underneath him.
He is underneath her. She is strangling him.
We were having great sex.
I kept saying no. You wouldn’t stop.
JOSH closes his eyes again. Trying to remember what happened.
JOSH’S FLAT. BEDROOM – AS BEFORE – FLASHBACK
CAROL is biting JOSHS shoulder.
Running her fingers down his back leaving bloody scratch marks.
She seems ecstatic.
No. No. No.
JOSH fingers his scratched back.
You were loving it. Every second of it.
CAROL fingers her neck. The bruises are beginning to show.
You tried to strangle me.
JOSH reaches for his trousers. Starts to get dressed.
This is ridiculous. Strangling you was part of the game. Is part of the game.
CAROL studiously ignores him.
I didn’t believe Sam. I thought she’d brought it on herself. But she was right. All the time she was right.
JOSH stops his dressing and looks at CAROL
JOSH’S FLAT. BEDROOM – FLASHBACK
JOSH is making love to SAM.
He has his hands round her neck. Hes squeezing it hard.
SAM turns in to CAROL She is on top. Squeezing his neck.
JOSH shakes his head again, trying to clear it.
He pulls his shirt on.
What’s this about Sam?
I know she went to the police and accused you of rape.
Looks at CAROL with disbelief.
Walks out of the bedroom.
INT. JOSH’S FLAT. KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS.
JOSH goes to the fridge, takes the bottle of champagne out. Pours himself a glass.
CAROL walk in and watches him.
JOSH drinks the champagne.
Stops drinking. Looks at the glass.
You put something in my drink.
CAROL SNORTS with contempt.
You did, didn’t you. You spiked my drink. What was it? Rohypnol? GHB? Ketamine? That’s why I’m groggy. Why I can’t remember what happened.
I’m going to the police.
JOSH grabs CAROLs wrist.
What you going to tell them? You slept with the boss and now you regret it?
She pulls away from him.
That you raped me.
JOSH gives her a look of contempt.
And they’re going to believe you?
I’ve got proof.
CAROL rubs her neck.
Heavy bruising around my neck.
Consistent with consensual rough sex.
CAROL rubs the inside of her thighs.
Bruising around my genital area.
Your semen inside me.
JOSH laughs. He’s beginning to see CAROLS plan. He nods his head in approval at her cleverness.
You didn’t want me to use anything.
JOSH fingers his neck – it is showing the early signs of bruising.
What about the bruising on my neck.
I had to fight you off.
JOSH nods his head in appproval.
Best of all I know that you’ve been accused of this before.
JOSH takes a mouthful of champagne.
The charges were dropped, Carol. They didn’t have a thing on me.
The charges were dropped but Peter Dodds was convinced you were guilty. He’d give his right arm to put you away.
JOSH is hit with a wave of nausea. He closes his eyes.
INT. POLICE STATION INTERVIEW ROOM – FLASHBACK.
DODDS and JOSH together.
One step out of line in the future, Mr Erlich, and Ill be all over you.
Won’t happen, Carol You haven’t got a chance.
Although sounding confident, JOSH is looking distinctly worried.
He pours himself another glass of champagne.
CAROL walks out of the kitchen. She stops.
There is a way out for you, though.
I bet there is.
INT. JOSH’S FLAT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS.
CAROL walks over to the window. Admires the view.
The sun is rising. A new day breaking.
Half a million. In cash.
JOSH has followed her in. Hes still drinking the champagne.
He burst out LAUGHING.
You should have been a comedian, Carol. Or an actress. Waste of your talents working in an office.
I know you’ve got it, Josh. I know more about you than you know about yourself. Remember?
Then you’d also know that I’ve lost a lot of money lately. The stock market crash. Or has that escaped your notice?
CAROL walks over to JOSH’S lap top computer sitting on his glass table/desk.
She positions her hands over the keys.
Josh, you’ve got it. Do you want me to show you where?
CAROL works the keyboard.
JOSH walks across. Looks at what’s on the screen.
CAROL picks her coat up from the couch. Puts it on.
It’s up to you Josh. The money or the police. Youve got till five this evening to decide.
CAROL walks to the door. Opens it. Turns back.
I’d much prefer the money.
She walks out and closes the door.
JOSH stands there holding his glass of champagne.
He aims it at the door.
Thinks better of it. Drinks what’s left.
Throws it. It shatters.
INT. ALBION PUB – DAY.
PETER DODDS is sitting at a table on his own. Pint of beer half drunk.
He’s reading the paper but looking at the door.
A glass of white wine stands opposite him untouched.
CAROL rushes in and joins him. She is wearing a long sleeve shirt and a scarf around her neck.
DODDS stands up. Gives her a kiss on the cheek.
Sorry. Been up to my neck in it.
That’s all right. I got you your usual.
She takes a sip of wine.
How’s things at work?
And that bastard Erlich?
CAROL leans over and puts one hand on DODDSs arm.
That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.
DODDS gives her a questioning look.
What about him?
Still convinced he raped Sam?
You know I am.
Still want to put him away?
Well I think there might be a way.
She takes her hand back. Picks up her glass of wine.
Drinks it in one go.
DODDS watches her. Waiting to hear what shes going to tell him with intense interest.
EXT. LE PONT DE LA TOUR. TERRACE – DAY.
JOSH is having lunch on the terrace with RUPERT Bernstein.
The restaurant is as busy as ever but JOSH is not in his usual ebullient mood.
And you think she dropped a tab of Rohypnol on you?
Something like that. It’s why I can’t remember exactly what happened.
She’s got some balls, that’s for sure.
JOSH, almost unconsciously, fingers his bruised neck.
She won’t go through with it.
You don’t think so?
What’s she going to say?
That you raped her?
I didn’t. And there’s no way she can even start to prove I did.
What about this copper that’s got it in for you?
Dodd the Plod? Youve got to be kidding me.
Bad publicity, though. You know what the tabloids will do with it.
RUPERT does the quote sign in the air with his fingers.
Millionaire Cityboy Makes Bad.
I dont think Kutsonov will be too impressed.
No. Kutsonov’s a worry.
JOSH gives him a big smile.
I’ll call her bluff.
And if you don’t?
I will. Liar’s Poker remember.
JOSH beats his chest with his clenched fists.
Never been beaten yet.
He cheers up.
Signals to the WAITER.
The waiter comes over immediately, ignoring other patrons to do so.
Another bottle of Cristal, Gio. And two of your finest cigars.
The waiter walks off.
A very attractive YOUNG LADY EXECUTIVE walks past the table.
JOSH gives her the eye.
She readily smiles back.
JOSH beckons her.
She comes back.
JOSH puts his hand in his jacket pocket. Takes a business card out. Hands it to her.
Takes the card.
Looks at whats on it.
Looks at JOSH.
Puts the card in her jacket pocket.
Joins her table.
Points at herself.
Makes a mobile phone calling sign.
Mouths I’ll call.
Joins in with the ongoing conversation at her table.
You don’t waste time, do you?
JOSH looks across to the table where the young exec is sitting. It is a table of equally attractive women.
JOSH (WITH A THEATRICAL SIGH)
So many women. So little time.
The two men laugh and toast each other, clinking their champagne glasses so hard it’s surprising they don’t break.
By the way, how is Kutsonov with this blip in the market?
Funny you should ask. He wants a reconciliation of his accounts.
Cos hes a shrewd man. Wants to know exactly where he stands. Whether he should put it all somewhere else.
The market’s going to bounce back.
Might bounce back quicker somewhere else.
JOSH rubs his chin. The news has unnerved him.
Anything you can do? Couldn’t really afford to lose him. Not at this particular moment in time.
I know. That’s why it might be prudent to play soft-ball with our Ms Carol Brown.
JOSH makes a signing the cheque sign to the passing waiter.
Yea. Good thinking, Batman.
He clinks RUPERTS glass again.
So what do you think of the current situation?
JOSH (WITH AN AGONISED LAUGH)
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, Rupe.
JOSH sits back ready to deliver a lecture.
The investors give me their money. I make them more money. They’re happy. I’m happy. They tell me to make them more money. Make them happier. I do it. Everyone’s delirious. They tell me we want to make more money. I tell them times aren’t so good, it’s risky. They tell me not to worry, they’re having a great time. The shit hits the fan. They lose some of their money. They’re still richer than they were originally but not as rich as they thought they were going to be. So who gets the blame? Me. The person who made them all the money in the first place.
The waiter arrives with a box of cigars.
JOSH and RUPERT choose one each.
The waiter takes the bands off. Snips off the end of each cigar. Lights the cigars, JOSH’S first.
RUPERT takes a puff of his cigar. It’s a monster. He blows out the smoke. Watches it ascend in to the air.
Yea. Lot of responsibility that, JOSH. Making everybody happy.
The two look at each other.
They suddenly break out into fits of laughter.
They are doubled up. They can’t stop.
Everybody in the restaurant is looking at them.
It makes them laugh even more.
INT. CAROLS FLAT. HALL – DAY. LIVING ROOM.
CAROL walks in to the flat.
SAM is there biting her nails.
It’s all going as planned.
He’s going to get what he deserves, flower, I promise you.
SAM walks over to her sister and gives her a hug.
INT. JOSHS FLAT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
JOSH sits at his glass desk working at his computer.
The door bell rings.
JOSH gets up. Opens the door.
CAROL is standing outside.
JOSH beckons her in. Gestures her to the leather settee.
She walks across the room. Sits down.
He sits in the matching leather armchair opposite.
You’ve been clever, CAROL, I’ll give you that.
CAROL says nothing, just sits there.
But there’s no way I’m giving you five hundred grand.
CAROL stands up. Starts to leave.
JOSH puts his hand up to stop her.
But I don’t need the aggravation. Not at the moment. So I’ll give you fifty grand.
On return for a love letter from you to me saying how much you enjoyed our love making last night.
CAROL laughs. Stands up again.
Josh, it’s five hundred grand or nothing.
JOSH shrugs his shoulders. Shows her the door.
CAROL walks to the door. Pauses. Turns to JOSH.
There is another reason to come up with the money.
Do tell me.
Kutsonov’s seventh account.
JOSH is momentarily shocked.
He recovers quickly.
The Asimov account. Good name that, by the way.
JOSH tries to bluff her again.
Don’t know what youre talking about.
CAROL walks back in to the room.
Goes to the desk.
Sits down at the computer.
She hits a number of keys and brings up Kutsonov’s folder. In it are seven named accounts.
She brings up the Asimov account to the fore. Opens the file.
Oh dear, not much in it. Just over half a million. Market go down, did it?
I’ll make it up.
In this market? Don’t think so.
JOSH waves her away with contempt.
But he looks as if he know she’s right.
She stands up. Walks to the settee. Sits down.
But I have another deal for you.
Carol, fuck off.
No, Josh, I think you’ll like this one.
JOSH sits down in the armchair.
Give me the half a million and I’ll cut you in on a drug deal Ive set up.
JOSH (LAUGHS DERISIVELY)
I’ve set up a drug deal. Very lucrative. But I haven’t got the money to finance it.
JOSH look at her as if shes mad.
Carol, what does a glorified secretary know about running drugs?
CAROL sits back in the settee with a sigh.
Her body language goes from a woman in control to one who is looking for help.
There is even the hint of a tear in her eye.
I didn’t know you had a sister.
CAROL ignores his interjection.
Shes got herself in trouble with some local Albanians. They were using her to smuggle drugs. She botched a run. Lost them half a million. They want it back. If not….
She rakes a finger across her face.
JOSH looks distinctly unimpressed.
CAROL reacts with passion.
They’re ruthless. She’s only a kid.
JOSH cuts her off.
Doesn’t explain what you know about setting up a drug run.
Same contacts. My sister knows who the suppliers are. They don’t care who pays them.
JOSH is showing more and more interest.
He beckons her to tell him more.
Drive to Paris. Exchange the money for the drugs. Drive back via Dover. There’s a bent customs official already on board.
London. Buyer’s already lined up.
Sounds too simple.
That’s the beauty of it.
So how did your sister fuck it up?
Bad luck. She left her car in a service station to go to the loo. Someone stole the car.
And the Albanians didn’t believe her?
Didn’t care. They just want their stake money back.
So why don’t you just ask me for the five hundred grand?
CAROL (LAUGHS DERISIVELY)
Cos you’d never have given it to me.
That’s for sure.
But if you’re on to an good earner it’s a different proposition.
What do I get for my stake?
All I want is the five hundred grand. You keep the rest. Put it back in to the Asimov account. Or use it for whatever.
Looking after Mikey can’t come cheap.
What did you say?
Looking after Mikey. Private clinic. Private doctors. Round-the-clock nursing. Can’t come cheap. And he’s only got you.
JOSH says nothing.
Stares at her.
Looks over to the photograph of him and Mikey.
JOSH, come on. It’s a no-brainer. Finance the drug run and we’re both winners.
JOSH takes a deep breath. He knows she’s got him.
He smiles, goes back to being his charming self.
I’d have to be part of the action. Protect my interests. (laughs) Make sure you dont get your car stolen.
Fine. We’ll use your car. And neither of us will go to the loo.
JOSH stands up.
Walks to the window.
Looks out over Canary Wharf.
OK. I’m interested. Tell me more.
CAROL stands up and walks over to the computer.
Brings up the internet site of the George V in Paris.
We book a room for two nights at the George V in Paris….
EXT. HIGHBURY FIELDS – MORNING
It’s a bright sunny morning.
CAROL and DODDS are jogging round Highbury Fields at a gentle pace, speaking as they run.
And he bought it.
Hook, line and sinker.
CAROL pats his arm.
He was terrified of facing you again. He knows you want to put him away.
And he’s greedy. He thinks he’s going to walk away with two million quid profit. For two days work.
Everything set up at your end?
DODDS pulls the zipper of his track suit top up to his neck.
All buttoned up like a winter overcoat.
DODDS notices that his lace is undone.
He stops running. Bends down to tie it up.
CAROL runs on.
DODDS finishes tying his shoe. Runs quickly on to catch her up.
EXT. BAR ITALIA SOHO – NIGHT
Derek Forbes is sitting with SAM at an outside table.
He’s drinking a lager. SAM a fancy cocktail complete with a paper umbrella. Shes giggling at something or other. It’s a SAM we havent seen before.
Well you’re certainly happier than last time we were here.
Not going travelling then?
No. Silly idea.
So what’s the job.
Film production company just round the corner.
We all have to start somewhere I suppose.
It’s great. Everybody’s young. Great atmosphere. Not a bunch of wankers like Erlichs.
She realises what she’s said. Puts her hand over her mouth in mock shock.
And no good looking boss trying to get hold of you?
SAM gives him a knowing look. Sucks on her cocktail.
EXT. THE GEORGE V HOTEL, PARIS – DAY
A sand-coloured Bentley pulls up outside the hotel.
A FLUNKY rushes over to open the driver’s door.
JOSH steps out.
CAROL steps out of the other door.
The flunky rushes round to open the boot.
He takes out two red Louis Vuiton overnight bags.
Goes to take them in.
JOSH stops him. Takes the bags himself.
INT. THE GEORGE VTH HOTEL. RECEPTION – MINUTES LATER.
CAROL and JOSH check in.
They carry an overnight bag each.
RECEPTIONIST (FRENCH ACCENT)
Mr Erlich. Ms Brown. Two nights stay. Adjoining rooms. 1403, 1404.
The receptionist checks her computer screen
Your other bags were delivered earlier. They are both in 1403. Enjoy your stay.
INT. THE GEORGE VTH HOTEL. BEDROOM – DAY.
CAROL and JOSH are shown in to room 1403 by a young porter.
JOSH tips him and waves him away.
They put their overnight bags down.
Look at the two suitcases sitting in the hall.
They pick up one each.
Both suitcases are full of packets of white powder.
CAROL selects one pack.
Dips her finger in to the substance.
Rubs it along her gums. Smiles.
She hands the pack to JOSH.
He goes through the same procedure.
He, too, smiles.
CAROL goes to the second suitcase.
Selects a pack.
Goes through the same ritual.
Nods her head in approval.
Passes the pack to JOSH.
JOSH again follows the ritual.
Nods his head in agreement.
CAROL makes a gesture to see if JOSH wants to test any more packets.
He shakes his head. Walks over to the window. Looks out.
CAROL puts the two packs of cocaine in to her pocket.
JOSH turns back from the window.
So what now?
A walk and something to eat. They’ll come and collect the money.
How do we know they won’t come back and take it all?
They’re Premier Division, Josh. Not their style.
Why don’t we?
Do you think they’re not watching us?
JOSH closes the suitcases.
A walk and something to eat it is then.
EXT. ISLINGTON GREEN – DAY
DODDS and BARNWELL are sitting on a wooden bench, enjoying a sunny London day.
DODDS is eating a pie from a white paper bag.
BARNWELL eats a croissant.
They both have a large take-away coffee.
You look happy.
DODDS bares his teeth in a fake smile.
Should look even happier tomorrow.
Had a little tip off. About a certain Mr. Erlich.
Im all ears.
DODDS makes a play of looking at her ample boobs.
I wouldn’t say that.
BARNWELL gives him a playful slap.
Can’t tell you much.
You’re not going all coy on me? Not at your age.
Seems like not all his money comes from his stock exchange dealings.
He taps the side of his nose with one finger.
Snorts a couple of times.
BARNWELL pinches her ear. Taps her forearm with her hand. Puts two fingers in the air.
I love playing charades. Let me guess. Hes a coke dealer.
DODDS feigns surprise.
Looks around the park as if searching for someone.
Who told you that?
DODDS stops his searching. Makes a swimming action with his arms.
Fancy a trip to the seaside?
BARNWELL apes his actions, pretends to do the crawl.
Dover to be exact.
I’ll pack my bathers.
And your handcuffs.
BARNWELL acts out a mock shiver.
I love it when you act tough.
She goes back to eating her croissant.
DODDS, all smiles, goes back to his pie.
A wino approaches the two asking for money.
DODDS dismisses him with a wave of his hand.
Thinks better of it, digs in to his pocket and gives him a pound.
INT. PARIS BISTRO – NIGHT
CAROL and JOSH sit in a stylish bistro, their meal almost at an end.
He pours wine for them both.
What did happen between you and Sam Bolton?
JOSH is surprised by the question.
Puts his glass down.
Well, it wasn’t rape. She threw herself at me. She’d been throwing herself at me for months.
CAROL pulls a face that says she doesn’t believe him.
Always fluttering her eyes at me. Wiggling that cute little arse of hers.
Young girls do that. It means nothing.
She came back to the flat. We got pissed. Did coke. She couldn’t wait to get in to bed with me. I wasn’t going to turn her down. She’s a very attractive girl.
What about the violence?
JOSH leans towards her. Looks her in the eyes.
There was no violence. There were things I like to do she hadn’t done before. She was hesitant but she went along with it. Young girls need to be taught how to enjoy themselves. And it’s better they learn from someone experienced like me than some young wanker who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing.
Josh, she looked up to you. You were her boss, for Gods sake.
So you took advantage of that. Of her.
JOSH sits back, shrugs his shoulders.
If that’s what you think.
JOSH makes a sign to a waiter calling for more drinks.
The waiter nods his understanding.
EXT. DOVER PASSPORT CONTROL – NIGHT.
JOSH’S Bentley is in the middle of a long queue of cars waiting to pass through Custom Control.
Outside, DODDS and BARNWELL are standing next to a control booth watching the passing procession of cars.
INT. JOSH’S BENTLEY – SAME TIME.
CAROL and JOSH are sitting patiently waiting for the traffic to move.
Its raining heavily outside and the cars windscreen wipers are working at full speed.
Sam’s my sister.
Same mother, different fathers.
JOSH gives her a questioning look.
She didn’t want people at the office to know. That her sister had got her the job.
Why are you telling me this now?
CAROL indicates that he should look out of the car window.
I promised Sam I’d make you pay for what you did to her.
JOSH pushes the controls and his window slides down.
He looks towards the control booth and sees DODDS and BARNWELL standing there in the shadows, sheltering from the rain.
Close by are by four uniformed police officers.
JOSH looks back to where the car has come from.
Another four police officers stand there blocking any escape.
He watches as DODDS and BARNWELL start to walk towards the car. Their long shadows caused by the buildings floodlights proceeding them.
Technically I think they call it a sting operation.
JOSH turns to CAROL
You bitch. You fucking bitch.
CAROL shrugs her shoulders in a what can I say gesture.
JOSH searches through his pockets. Doesn’t find what he’s looking for.
CAROL reaches in to the glove box. Takes out a pack of small cigars. Gives them to JOSH.
He takes the pack. Takes a cigar out. Puts it in to his mouth. Lights it. Goes to hand the pack back to CAROL. Puts it in to his jacket pocket instead.
EXT. DOVER PASSPORT CONTROL – CONTINUOUS
CAROL gets out of the car.
Walks towards the approaching detectives. Pulls the collar of her coat up to protect against the rain.
DODDS lets her pass and she walks on towards the Exit gates.
As they pass, the nod discreetly at one another.
DODDS walks on to the Bentley.
Knocks on the window which is now wound back up.
The window comes down. Erlich sits there impassively. Blows cigar smoke out of the window in to Dodds face.
,DODDS waves the smoke away. Smiles.
Mr Erlich, what a pleasure.
DODDS puts his hand on the door handle.
Opens the car door.
INT. BOUJIS NIGHT CLUB – NIGHT.
The club is packed with monied people having a good time.
SAM, looking great, is partying with a crowd of friends. Amongst them a very good looking older man, forty or so. He is almost a JOSH look-alike.
He gives SAM a long lingering look. Indicates the door to the mixed toilets. Rubs the side of his nose. Snorts silently.
SAM, almost imperceptibly, nods her head.
He leaves the group. Walks toward the toilets. Enters.
SAM finishes off her glass of champagne. Puts it down. Gets up from the table. Follows the man towards the toilets.
Int. Police station interview room – night.
DODDS and BARNWELL are seated at a table opposite Erlich.
Sitting on top of another, larger table are the two suitcases. Open. The packs of cocaine are clearly visible.
DODDS looks like the cat that has swallowed the canary.
BARNWELL sits there looking pleased for DODDS.
Anything to say, Mr Erlich?
JOSH says nothing, shakes his head in disgust.
Nothing at all?
It’s a fit up. And you know it.
Mr Erlich. A fit up? We wouldn’t do a thing like that. Would we DC Barnwell?
No DS Dodds, certainly not.
DODDS gets up. Walks over to the suitcases. Closes and then locks them.
Put you away for a nice few years with this lot.
JOSH says nothing. Gives DODDS the finger.
DODDS laughs. Contentedly.
INT. THE GEORGE V, PARIS. ROOM 1403 – DAY
CAROL is in the bedroom, looking out of the window at the Paris skyline.
The two red overnight bags are still in the hallway.
She picks them up.
Carries them to the bed.
Dumps all the money in them on to the bed.
Starts to count the number of bundles.
INT. ISLINGTON POLICE STATION – DAY.
DODDS is on the phone.
His jacket is off, his tie is loose.
He is angry beyond words.
Baby powder, what do you mean fucking baby powder?
He listens to an answer.
Hits his forehead with his hand. Hard.
Puts his hand over the phone.
Speaks to BARNWELL who is standing on the opposite side of the office.
I can’t fucking believe it. Baby powder.
BARNWELL shakes her head in disbelief.
We’ve got to let him go. Again.
He speaks back in to the phone.
Yea. Got it.
He slams the phone down.
Kicks the waste paper basket in to the air.
Puts his head in to his hands.
Trish, tell me this isn’t happening.
It’s happening. Your girlfriend has had you right over.
She can’t have known. She wanted to put him away as much as I did.
So what’s the explanation?
I don’t know.
He slams his fist on the table.
He takes his mobile our from his pocket and punches in CAROLS number.
INT. THE GEORGE V, PARIS. ROOM 1403 – DAY
CAROL is still siting on the bed counting the money.
Her mobile rings.
She reaches for it.
Sees that the caller is DODDS. Switches the phone off.
INT. ISLINGTON POLICE STATION – SAME TIME.
DODDS throws his mobile at the wall.
INT. CAROLS FLAT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
CAROL and SAM are together in the sitting room of the flat.
On the coffee table sit the two red overnight bags CAROL has brought back from Paris.
Next to them are bundles of bank notes stacked neatly in rows.
SAM looks less than happy.
I don’t want his money, Carol. It’s never been about money.
Taking his money is the only way to hurt him, Sam. Its the only thing he understands.
Carol, I want him put in jail. To feel some of the pain I felt.
SAM starts to cry.
You’ve never let me down before, sis, don’t let me down now.
CAROL walks over to the bags. Puts the money back in.
Walks over to SAM, gives her a squeeze.
OK, flower, if that’s what you want.
She reaches for her handbag. Takes her mobile out. Punches in a number.
SAM stands behind her. Listening
The call is answered.
Derek, hi, its Carol Brown. Ive got Sam here, she wants a quick word.
CAROL puts her hand over the phone speaker.
Arrange to have coffee with him. Tomorrow.
She gives SAM a wink. SAM takes the phone.
INT. CAFE – DAY.
SAM and Derek Forbes sit in a cafe, drinking coffee.
SAM is spreading a number of print-outs over the table.
Six accounts. One in the name of Kutsonov. He’s legitimate. The others don’t exist. Josh forged all their documentation.
Derek starts to look at the print-outs.
SAM what did happen between you and Josh?
SAM looks at him.
Bites her lip.
Makes a decision. Bares her soul.
We’d been drinking. Doing coke. And we went to bed together. He wanted me to do things I didn’t want to do. I said no. But then I went along with it. After hed got what he wanted he told me that having sex with the boss was definitely not a good career move. That I should have had more respect for myself. What a shit. Later I thought, hey girl he made you do things you didn’t want to do, you said no and he kept on doing them, that’s not right. So I went to see him – to tell him that what he’d done was wrong – and you know what he did, he laughed at me. Told me to grow up. To get on with my life, accept responsibility for my own actions (she laughs bitterly).
Derek flicks through the papers in front of him.
Well he’s going to have to accept responsibility for his actions, that’s for sure.
Starts to examine the papers more closely.
INT. ISLINGTON POLICE STATION INTERVIEW ROOM – DAY.
DODDS, BARNWELL and Forbes are seated at a table in an interview room.
Forbes is spreading a number of print-outs over the table.
Six accounts. One in the name of Kutsonov. He’s legitimate. The others don’t exist. Erlich forged all their documentation.
So why are you telling me all this, Mr Forbes?
Because my boss is a crook.
DODDS raises his eyes.
The city has a bad enough reputation as it is without criminal activity becoming the way we do our business.
And how did you come by this information, if I may ask?
I work at Erlichs, isn’t that enough?
DODDS smiles at Forbes.
Turns and smiles at BARNWELL.
He turns back to Forbes.
We couldn’t do him for date rape because of lack of evidence….
He leafs through the papers Forbes has given him.
No lack of evidence here.
INT. OFFICE OF ERLICH AND ASSOCIATES. JOSHS OFFICE – DAY.
CAROL walks in to the Erlich offices.
JOSH is in his office. On the phone. Feet on desk.
CAROL walks straight in to the room.
JOSH looks at her. Bemused. Puts the phone down.
What the fuck are you doing here?
I came to say goodbye.
He gives her a questioning look.
She looks out of his office in to the main area.
JOSH follows her gaze.
He sees DODDS and BARNWELL standing with Derek Forbes, heads together talking.
SAM is standing close by but not part of the conversation.
DODDS and BARNWELL leave Forbes. Start walking towards JOSH’S office.
The Kutsonov account. Fraud. Money laundering. Minimum three years. And your career in the city is over for good.
JOSH walks back to his desk.
Picks up the photograph of him and Michael.
Puts it back down.
Sits down. Picks up the phone. Punches in a number.
Rupe, I need your help….
CAROL walks out of the office.
Looks back to see Josh speaking furiously on the phone.
Walks down the corridor.
DODDS and BARNWELL pass her on their way to JOSH.
CAROL and DODDS studiously ignore each other.
INT. OFFICE OF ERLICH AND ASSOCIATES. MAIN OFFICE – MINUTES LATER.
DODDS and BARNWELL lead JOSH through the office.
He’s in handcuffs.
The cityboys look on as their boss is led away.
Some look away, embarrassed for him.
A few snigger.
One even mockingly waves him goodbye.
Another takes a fifty pound note out of his pocket. Holds it to his face.
Another does the same.
The game is catching on quick.
The bidding continues with different bidders SHOUTING their estimations.
CAROL, SAM and Derek Forbes stand together looking happy with what’s happening.
Glass of champagne?
As long as its cold.
Derek walks away to get the champagne.
CAROL and SAM stand to watch JOSH being led out.
The crowd have now sensed blood and are BAYING.
CAROL puts her arm round SAM.
Looks at the crowd of cityboys acting like spoilt children.
Looks again at JOSH being led away.
Gives SAM a squeeze.
SAM smiles warmly back at her.
DODDS looks back and sees them.
He pauses. Goes to walk back. Then walks on.
INT. CAROLS FLAT. HALL/LIVING ROOM – DAY
The flat is empty.
The two red overnight bags are still on the table.
The door bursts open.
In walks RUPERT Bernstein accompanied by two thugs. Big, suited and booted like Eastern Europeans.
Bernstein looks around the room. Sees the bags. Ignores them. Walks over to the window.
One of the thugs picks up a photograph of CAROL and SAM together smiling at the camera.
Drops it on to the floor. Slams his foot down on it. The glass breaks.
Berstein watches him do it. Looks out of the window.
A heavily built man, shaven head, leather jacket and jeans, is having trouble holding back a Rotweiller that is trying to attack an English Toy Terrier being walked by a conservatively dressed young woman.
Bernstein turns back to see his cohort take another photograph and go to drop it on the floor.
Bernstein stops him with a gesture of his hand.
No. We’ll wait.
The thug puts the photo back.
THUG *1 (HEAVY ACCENT)
Yes, Mr. Kutsonov.
Gestures to his fellow thug who is about to throw another photo on to the floor.
THUG *1 (CONTD)
Mr Kutsonov says we should wait.
The fellow thug nods his understanding.
The two thugs go and sit together on the couch.
Bernstein remains standing at the window. Looking out.
A black cab pulls up outside the flat. CAROL gets out of the cab. Walks towards the front door.
Bernstein sits himself in a leather armchair. And waits.