Hello there everyone, this is 'Red Rope' a drama script - set in 50's Britain.
I was thinking perhaps the last scene (Page 6) might be handy for Joe.
I should warn that it is a perturbing drama for ADULTS ONLY.
Richard, stands overlooking a vista of new modern homes. It
is the late 1940s, but here we see the future. Bauhaus
concrete constructions and glass towers. Among them Richard
stands, as if he were responsible for their creation.
In a cluttered office, sits RICHARD ANSON, an attractive,
homely looking man in his late twenties dressed to appear
wise beyond his years. He looks a pamphlet, much like his
dream, it depicts the idealist vision of the future.
Leafing through columns of paperwork, a middle aged
secretary, JULIE pops her head round the door.
Mr. Anson, the ‘delegation,’
least that’s what they call
themselves, is outside.
Indeed they are! Show them in.
An old woman MARGARET and a rough looking labourer MIKE
Ya alright Mr Anson? I’m Mike!
I’m Edna, Mr Anson. Thank you for
reading our appeal.
Richard rises to shake their hands.
It’s alright, and I did speak to
the council on your behalf. They
will review their placement of
Mike puffs out his chest.
Just as well sir! Or I’d have
torn them down myself!
Margaret nods emphatically.
Yes well... dialogue resolves
everything! So will you definitely be
settling in the ‘New town?’ I
hear the new homes are lovely.
The couple look to one another sceptically.
Well my cat - she won’t know no
new streets Mr. Anson, she’ll get
She’ll find her way ‘Margaret’
yes? The streets are sign posted
and she’ll have an enormous park
to play in... the tenements never
And there will be allotments too
‘Mike!’ Just think of it, your
own vegetable patch.
Mike grins. Richard goes into his desk drawer and produces
Here. Please give these to the
other residents, I’m sure they’ll
find the ‘new town’ wonderful.
The couple take the leaflets and depart. Margaret stops at
Oh Mr. Anson, your baby...
Julie returns, chuckling.
Little David! Everyone knows
about him Mr. Anson!
Bless him, he is a beautiful
And your wife Mr. Anson? How is
Very tired I expect!
INT. TOWN HALL LOBBY
MURDOCH, a regal and elderly civil servant, waits in a
grand looking lobby. Richard rushes down a set of stairs to
Oh sir! Have I kept you waiting?
Murdoch glances at his watch.
Prompt as usual Richard.
They laugh and shake hands.
Come, let’s go!
EXT. TOWN HALL
Murdoch and Richard depart the building and drive off.
As Murdoch drives, Richard glances nervously. Murdoch
notices this and finally laughs aloud at the rising
Old boy! Is it the promotion?
Well... I shouldn’t say this,
but... Given your married with
child, well, it seems only fair
to assure you of your prospects.
Indeed it is ‘Senior
So... bring your wife and son to
the Christmas dance! To
Distracted, Richard nods.
Oh... of course...
EXT. CAR, DISTANT NEW TOWN.
Murdoch and Richard stand overlooking a vista of new homes
and construction vehicles.
The new town... so this is the
future, well I suppose its your
future really. Me... I’m old...
I’m cobblestone and brick, you're
concrete and asphalt.
Richard looks to Murdoch knowingly. Taken aback Murdoch
Well... let me retire first
Richard *chuckles* one promotion
at a time! (pause) You will go
far young man.
I do it for my family sir.
Richard turns to Murdoch, face beaming with pride.
Just wait till I'm Priminister.
Let’s get you home!
EXT. TOWN HOUSE
Outside a middle class town house, we see Richard heading
up to the door, keys out.
He struggles to open the door when to his surprise it
opens. Standing there, is a grim man in a long coat. He is
a police INSPECTOR.
Richard stumbles back.
A police officer appears beside Richard, placing a hand on
Please Mr. Anson...
What’s going on?!
The inspector nods for them to come inside.
INT. LIVING ROOM
Richard sits, face cupped in his hands. Inspector is
Your wife is expected to
recover... but your baby...
David, is still missing.
The policeman passes Richard a glass of brandy.
Forgive the liberty Mr. Anson.
Richard takes it, revealing his grief stricken face, he
sips gently. The police depart, as they do the telephone
rings, glass in hand Richard picks it up.
Your promotion is confirmed
Richard... the board was informed
of what has happened... it moved
all of us... we pray your son is
Richard is overwhelmed.
Thank you sir...
Richard stares at the opened bottle of Brandy.
EXT. TENEMENT STREET, COBBLES, NIGHT.
The contrast could not be greater. We are amidst ruinous
tenements and decrepit cobble stone streets. Emerging from
the winding alleys we see Richard staggering out from the
inky blackness, eyes sore, bottle dangling from his hand.
Creeping quietly, Richard avoids the glaring street lamps
as he makes his way into a black alley.
There, alone in the darkness, he waits. Just meters away a
match flashes as a cigarette is lit. There, a dark capped
FIGURE, shuffles forward awkwardly, it’s face swathed in
shadow. Richard turns to the figure slowly and expectantly.
Shhh... you’ll wake the baby...
The figure steps closer to the light, and there in an
agonising flash, we see an infant arm lop outwards from a
Did it like you said... squeezed
its little neck till its eyes
popped out like red knotted rope.
Took the knife to your wife en’
all... gave her the ‘surgeons
cut’ as it were... she won’t be
‘bearing’ no kids anymore.
(whispers) I’m safe...
Aye... saw the babies face, was
all squinted up eh, not born
right was it?
It didn’t have a right to live.
Don’t you understand? I’m an
upstanding member of this
community, I speak at the local
Church, for goodness sake - I’m a
senior administrator at the
Council! A business man! And I...
I wasn’t having that ‘thing’ that
little freak in my house... a
mongoloid... It couldn’t have
been mine... Wasn’t mine! The
scandal would ruin my prospects?
Richard, tear stained and hysterical nods assuredly.
Just wait till I'm Priminister!
Right you are... wanna see it one
Richard shakes his head. Figure, regardless, opens the bag
to reveal, unseen to us, the murdered remains of the
infant. Richard clutches his face, crouching into the
shadows in grief as the figure shambles off, disappearing
into the darkness.
Created: Jan 08, 2010Document Media