Script - Red Rope

By Lawrie Brewster

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.

WARNING
I should warn that it is a perturbing drama for ADULTS ONLY.

Red Rope
by
Lawrie Brewster

EXT. DREAM
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.

INT. OFFICE
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.

JULIE
Mr. Anson, the ‘delegation,’
least that’s what they call
themselves, is outside.

Richard smiles.

RICHARD
Indeed they are! Show them in.

An old woman MARGARET and a rough looking labourer MIKE
enters.

MIKE
Ya alright Mr Anson? I’m Mike!

MARGARET
I’m Edna, Mr Anson. Thank you for
reading our appeal.

Richard rises to shake their hands.

RICHARD
It’s alright, and I did speak to
the council on your behalf. They
will review their placement of
new street-lamps.

Mike puffs out his chest.

MIKE
Just as well sir! Or I’d have
torn them down myself!

Margaret nods emphatically.

RICHARD
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.

MARGARET
Well my cat - she won’t know no
new streets Mr. Anson, she’ll get
lost!

Richard chuckles.

RICHARD
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
had that!

Margaret smiles.

RICHARD
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
leaflets.

RICHARD
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
the door.

MARGARET
Oh Mr. Anson, your baby...
congratulations.

Julie returns, chuckling.

JULIE
Little David! Everyone knows
about him Mr. Anson!

RICHARD
Bless him, he is a beautiful
little thing.

JULIE
And your wife Mr. Anson? How is
she?

Richard smirks.

RICHARD
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
meet him.

RICHARD
Oh sir! Have I kept you waiting?

Murdoch glances at his watch.

MURDOCH
Prompt as usual Richard.

They laugh and shake hands.

MURDOCH
Come, let’s go!

EXT. TOWN HALL
Murdoch and Richard depart the building and drive off.

INT. CAR
As Murdoch drives, Richard glances nervously. Murdoch
notices this and finally laughs aloud at the rising
tension.

MURDOCH
Old boy! Is it the promotion?

Richard nods.

MURDOCH
Well... I shouldn’t say this,
but... Given your married with
child, well, it seems only fair
to assure you of your prospects.
Richard sighs.

RICHARD
It’s mine?

Murdoch winks.

MURDOCH
Indeed it is ‘Senior
Administrator!’

RICHARD
Yes!

MURDOCH
So... bring your wife and son to
the Christmas dance! To
celebrate!

Distracted, Richard nods.

RICHARD
Oh... of course...

EXT. CAR, DISTANT NEW TOWN.
Murdoch and Richard stand overlooking a vista of new homes
and construction vehicles.

MURDOCH
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
scoffs.

MURDOCH
Well... let me retire first
Richard *chuckles* one promotion
at a time! (pause) You will go
far young man.

RICHARD
I do it for my family sir.

Murdoch guffaws.

MURDOCH
Idealist!

Richard turns to Murdoch, face beaming with pride.

RICHARD
Just wait till I'm Priminister.
They laugh.

MURDOCH
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.

INSPECTOR
Richard Anson?

Richard stumbles back.

RICHARD
Who are?

A police officer appears beside Richard, placing a hand on
his shoulder.

POLICEMAN
Please Mr. Anson...

RICHARD
What’s going on?!

The inspector nods for them to come inside.

INT. LIVING ROOM
Richard sits, face cupped in his hands. Inspector is
talking.

INSPECTOR
Your wife is expected to
recover... but your baby...
David, is still missing.

The policeman passes Richard a glass of brandy.

POLICEMAN
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.

RICHARD
Hello?

MURDOCH V.O
Your promotion is confirmed
Richard... the board was informed
of what has happened... it moved
all of us... we pray your son is
returned unharmed.

Richard is overwhelmed.

RICHARD
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.

RICHARD
(whispers) Hello?

FIGURE
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
bag.

FIGURE
Did it like you said... squeezed
its little neck till its eyes
popped out like red knotted rope.

Richard winces.

FIGURE
Took the knife to your wife en’
all... gave her the ‘surgeons
cut’ as it were... she won’t be
‘bearing’ no kids anymore.

RICHARD
(whispers) I’m safe...

FIGURE
Aye... saw the babies face, was
all squinted up eh, not born
right was it?

RICHARD
It didn’t have a right to live.

Figure Snorts

RICHARD
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?

FIGURE
Prospects?

Richard, tear stained and hysterical nods assuredly.

RICHARD
Just wait till I'm Priminister!

Figure laughs.

FIGURE
Right you are... wanna see it one
last time?

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.

THE END

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Script - Red Rope

Created: Jan 08, 2010

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