This is the script I submitted as part of my Screen Writing module at uni.
Please bear in mind that this is a script, not a piece of prose. The program I used to write it is called Celtx, it puts into a script format for me. This was written to be performed.
The Premise for this script is as follows,
It’s a race against time for DI Cole and DS Taylor to save a young DC before the past catches up with them.
If you have any questions about this piece, please do not hesitate to contact me.
INT.A SMALL BUSTLING OFFICE.EVENING
Several detectives are working, some writing, and some on computers. There’s a line of whiteboards on one wall, they’re filled with photographs and lines of information. Folders and stacks of paper consume every surface.
In the centre of the room stands 44 year old DI COLE. He looms tall. He’s immaculately dressed, arms are folded over his chest. Beside him stands 39 year old DS TAYLOR, who is dressed more casually, her eyes are fixed on a folder she’s cradling.
Suddenly a phone rings.
Cole and Taylor share a relieved look. Taylor hurries across the room, dropping the folder on a table with a bang. She picks up the phone
DS Taylor. Tell me there’s some good news.
Taylor grabs a pen and scribes the information. She balances the phone between her ear and shoulder. The team watch, some are whispering. Cole stares at Taylor.
Thanks. Keep us updated if anything comes in.
Taylor sets the phone down and walks into the centre of the room. She glances at her notes. No one moves.
Right, listen up. We’ve got a sighting of 33 year old FLYNN on LAMPLIGHT WAY INDUSTRIAL ESTATE. He’s been seen dragging a body towards a warehouse half an hour ago.
Taylor stops and looks at Cole, who’s shrugging his coat on. Officers are reaching for their belongings, others scribble notes.
We have an opportunity here. Split into two teams. For God sake, be alert and maintain radio contact. No one goes off on their own, do I make myself clear?
Cole glances around the group, they nod meekly. Cole switches his gaze from the team to the whiteboards.
Be careful. Regroup at the scene.
The officers silently file from the office, the doors slam. Cole stares at the whiteboard as Taylor organises her notes and searches for her belongings.
Do you think he’s still alive?
Taylor pauses, she turns slowly and scans the crime scene photographs. Her gaze lingers on the potential victim, 27 year old DC ALLEN. Cole grits his teeth as Taylor looks at the file.
I don’t know, boss. None of us do.
Cole runs a hand over his face. He leans heavily against a desk, gaze fixed on the photographs.
We should’ve been more prepared.
Cole sighs. Taylor stands her ground and places her hands on her hips.
Look, Flynn targeted Allen. If we’d intervened sooner, then he wouldn’t have been taken. We should have taken precautions when Flynn was let out on bail.
There was no way we could have known what Flynn was planning.
Taylor slams the files on the desk, Cole flinches. She turns fully to face the whiteboards. Cole stares at her.
Flynn’s prints are at the scene from the assault, we have him on CCTV. We just need to get him.
Yeah, I do know that-
-Flynn’s been in and out of prison for as long as I can remember, I’m the one who bloody put him there in the first place
Cole looks at the floor then slowly up at Taylor. He rubs his temple as Taylor crosses her arms firmly, her back and shoulders tensed.
You need to focus on what we’re doing here Taylor, get your priorities straight. You and Flynn have history-
(Through gritted teeth)
I know exactly what my priorities are, thanks. Maybe you should mind your own business instead of making accusations, Sir.
Taylor grabs her belongings and storms from the room, the doors slam. Cole watches and rubs his forehead as he stares at the whiteboards. With a glance at Taylor’s empty desk, he slowly leaves. The doors slam shut, an echo bounces around the empty room.
EXT.POLICE STATION’S CAR PARK.EVENING.
Cole bursts through the stations’ emergency exit and hurries to Taylor. She’s leaning against Cole’s car, huddling into her coat collar as the wind picks up. They nod at each other as Cole rounds the bonnet of the car. Cole nods to the stationary cars and turns back to Taylor, her eyes narrowed at him.
Cole and Taylor get into the car. The doors slam shut, the engine bursts into life and the headlights beam into the dark. The three cars slowly drive out of the car park, they turn a corner and disappear from sight.
INT.INSIDE COLE’S CAR.EVENING.
Cole shifts in the driver’s seat, his jaw is set and knuckles turn white as they grip the steering wheel. Taylor silently reads over her notes. The car drifts across Manchester. Taylor’s phone pings as it receives a notification. She frowns as she retrieves it. Taylor turns her face away for a moment and turns the brightness down, her eyes glued to the screen.
Oh, for God sake-every single bloody time-
Cole turns his head with raised eyebrows, then focuses back on the road. Taylor rubs her forehead gently.
Orders from above?
How the hell-?
Cole tuts and shakes his head slightly. Taylor turns her lips up as she clutches her phone.
Your face was doing the thing.
(Raises her eyebrows)
The ever so slightly-
Cole shifts in his seat as they pull up at a set of traffic lights. Taylor taps the phone against her leg.
-Slightly disgusted face, yeah.
Go on then, what do they want?
(Reads from her phone)
We’re not permitted to step foot on the scene without a senior officer. The rest of the team are on their way back to the station to be de-briefed. We have to turn back.
Cole exhales loudly and turns to Taylor, his lips are turned up as he changes gear.
So, what are we going to do?
What-what do you mean? We’re going to the scene.
Perhaps we should turn back. I should have made you stay at the station-
Taylor turns physically in her seat and glares at Cole. He glances out of the corner of his eye and looks back at the road.
What makes you think you have the right to-!
I am your DI!
You have history with Flynn. The chiefs weren’t happy with us taking this case to begin with. They think you’re too attached, your judgment could get clouded-
Taylor tightens her grip on her phone as she tenses her shoulders. Cole flicks the indicator on and off as they turn a corner.
You think I’m so blind with hate? That I’ll just go in there all guns blazing without a second thought?
That-that’s not what I said and you know it.
Acting on impulse can have serious consequences and combined with anger-
I don’t have anger issues!
Taylor huffs and turns to look out of the window. Cole continues driving. Taylor flexes her hands, she glances at Cole
You’d be the same, if you were in my shoes.
I know. Just keep a clear head OK? Don’t get too involved, you know that’s what Flynn wants.
Taylor nods and stays silent, her jaw clenched. She stares out of the car window as Cole puts his foot down. Lights bounce off the glass as the car drives out of view.
EXT.LAMPLIGHT WAY INDUSTRIAL ESTATE.NIGHT.
The black BMW pulls into the empty park. The engine cuts, the headlights fade and the doors fling open. Cole steps out, closing the door softly and glances around. He tuts and stares disgustedly at his ringing mobile. Taylor steps out and closes the door. She pulls a torch out of her pocket and shines it at Cole, who has turned his phone off. They share a worried look.
Do we know where Flynn was heading?
(Points the beam of light)
Outskirts of the park. Warehouse three is the only one there. So if we’re at the entrance-
(She redirects the light)
Taylor takes a step forward and stops as Cole put a hand on her arm. She frowns and turns her head.
Remember what I said. Let me talk to Flynn, keep your distance. Don’t let him get into your head.
Taylor clenches her hands and yanks her arm out of Cole’s grip. The wind whistles.
You really don’t trust me, do you? For the last time, I am fit to work this case. Stop stressing over nothing.
It’s not nothing though is it? Taylor, what he did to your-
(Steps close to Cole)
Don’t even. I can fight my own battles.
Cole looks away. Taylor glances around the empty park and sets off at a brisk pace. Cole hesitates, before hurrying to catch up with her. They disappear from sight.
EXT.OUTSIDE A WAREHOUSE.LAMPLIGHT WAY INDUSTRIAL ESTATE.NIGHT.
The pair come to a stop in front of a lone, weathered warehouse. A large faded number three is painted on the door. There’s a light weakly shining through one of the broken windows. Cole turns and shines the torch in Taylor’s face. She tuts and bats it away with her hand. They step silently towards the doors. Taylor leans close. Cole shines the torch behind him, his eyes examining everything.
Maybe we should wait for back up.
Taylor shoots Cole a warning look and turns back to the door. Cole squares his shoulders and stares back.
For God sake, no. There’s no way in hell I’m letting a member of the team die!
Keep your voice down! We aren’t going to let anyone die. We need to catch Flynn, not kill him.
Taylor turns to Cole, she clenches her hands. Cole takes a step back.
(Through gritted teeth)
I want to get Allen out alive. I resent the fact you think I’d kill a suspect without a second thought.
Of course not, just hear me out. Maybe we should wait. We should have handed this case over ages ago, we’re completely out of our depth here. And you know it.
Taylor clenches her jaw and edges the door open. She turns back to Cole.
Do whatever you want, come with me or don’t. Your choice.
Taylor slips through the door. Cole groans, he pulls his phone out and presses it to his ear. His head snaps up as a bang echoes in the distance.
I need back up immediately. Yes, the industrial estate. Get here as soon as possible.
Cole ends the call and stares at the blank screen for a moment. He pushes the phone deep into his pocket and slips inside the warehouse.
Cole steps into the warehouse. He immediately covers his nose with a hand and stops by Taylor’s side. They share a disgusted look, Taylor has the sleeve of her coat over her nose. Around them, glistening puddles shine and long chains sway from the rafters. The pair turn their heads and silently glide between the rusted machinery. Taylor pushes a sheet to one side and stops dead. Cole bumps into her back.
Flynn! Where is he? Where’s Allen?
Flynn turns from where he’s stood hovering by a table. He beams as he wipes his bloody hands on his jeans. Flynn picks up a long bladed knife as he steps forward. Cole immediately takes a step back and places his hand on Taylor’s arm, who shrugs it off.
Welcome, welcome! You found us alright then. Didn’t get lost did you? Now we can really get the party started! We waited, oh we waited so long for you to get here.
Taylor rushes forward. Flynn paces from left to right then stops dead. He turns to the pair and brandishes the knife.
Where is he, Flynn? For God sake, where?
Oh but you were too late, always late. Story of your life, isn’t it? So I made a point, I made an example.
Flynn steps across the warehouse and grasps a long metal chain. Cole and Taylor share a concerned look. Flynn pulls on the chain. Cole yanks Taylor back as Allen’s broken body falls from the rafters, where they had been standing. A thud echoes.
No! Why have you-? W-why have you done this? You bastard! Allen, he-he didn’t do anything. He was innocent!
Cole pulls Taylor back. She struggles against his grip. Flynn kicks Allen’s body, Allen rolls onto his back, and his head falls to one side. Flynn laughs and begins pacing,
What did he do? He didn’t do anything! Wrong place, wrong time. There’s only one way to get your attention, DS Lauren Taylor.
Taylor glares, she tries to step forward. The distant chink of the chains echo around the warehouse.
My attention? You did this to get my-! You absolute-!
Cole grips Taylor’s shoulders and turns her so they are facing. She struggles against his hold, but turns her attention to Cole. Flynn pauses and twists the knife in his hands. Cole leans close to Taylor
-I think we should go, Taylor. Please, he’s getting inside your head-
There’s no way I’m leaving! Flynn, you-where the hell did he go?
They both turn to discover Flynn has gone. His laughter echoes around the warehouse. They turn on the spot. Taylor pulls her torch out and gestures to Cole in the opposite direction.
Taylor-Lauren, for God sake, I really don’t think-
Taylor gestures more intently and begins to walk to the other end of the warehouse. Cole steps forwards and grips his hair. Taylor sends him a stern look. Cole turns and slowly walks away from her. They both disappear from view.
INT.OTHER SIDE OF THE WAREHOUSE.NIGHT.
Taylor steps forward and shines the torch around her. Dripping can be heard in the distance. She inches forwards slowly.
Flynn! Come on, I haven’t got all day. Let’s get this over with, I hate cat and mouse games! You of all people should know that!
She pauses and shines the torch around. A loud thud echoes, she jumps. Taylor spins round to see Cole lying lifelessly. A trickle of blood seeps from his mouth, his eyes stare at her. Taylor staggers forward, a hand pressed to her chest.
Cole-Will, no! No-oh God-! Will!
Footsteps echo. Flynn steps from the shadows and stops in front of her. He’s twisting a knife in one hand, the other is buried into a pocket. He smirks at her.
Thought we needed some privacy.
He gestured with the knife between them. Taylor stares down at Cole, then slowly raises her eyes at Flynn.
W-why are you doing this? Why target everyone around me? I-
I told you. I wanted to get your attention. For six long years, I wanted to get your attention.
Taylor stands her ground, she reaches for the gun in her belt. Flynn points the knife in her direction as he begins pacing back and forth.
(Through gritted teeth)
You deserved it. You should have stayed in prison longer, so much longer. You should have rotted in there!
D’you have any idea what it was like? It was hell! Every single bloody moment I was there, I thought about you, I wanted to rip your world apart!
Flynn stomps forward and kicks Cole’s body, Flynn cackles. Taylor clenches her hands into fists as she takes a step back, her gaze on Flynn.
But I did get out! Silly sods thought I’d changed, thought I felt sorry for what I did. Little do they know!
It was the least you deserved! Do you have any idea what you did to my sister, to my family? She was only fifteen, my baby sister and you ruined her!
She wanted it! She begged me, oh so many times! Your baby sister deserved everything she got! She could be dead, but you had to find us, didn’t you?
Taylor raises her gun and points it at Flynn. He stops pacing and grins at her, spreading his arms wide.
So you hunted those close to me. To get revenge? But your plan hasn’t really worked has it? Because my sister is still very much alive.
(Tilts his head)
For now. Wait till I’ve finished with you. She won’t have big sis to save her, will she? Not if you’re dead. She won’t stand a chance!
You bastard, you wouldn’t! Don’t even think about it!
Flynn twists the knife, he grins and advances on her. Taylor raises her arms as Flynn slashes the knife. It slices into Taylor’s arm, she grunts but remains standing. Flynn laughs, he stops abruptly as sirens wail in the distance. Taylor knocks the knife out of his hand and kicks it. She points the gun at Flynn, her jaw clenched as Taylor pants.
(Holds his hands up weakly)
This is how it’s always meant to end, just you and me! Go on then, do it. End this, once and for all. Get your sweet revenge DS Taylor. Do it!
Taylor pants ruggedly. She adjusts the gun, her finger poised on the trigger. Flynn pulls at his hair, pacing. Taylor clenches her jaw, her eyes flicker to Cole’s body.
Do it! Come on, do it! Shoot me! Finish this!
Taylor pulls the trigger. Flynn screams and grips his arm. Blood trickles to the floor. He looks at his arm then at Taylor. She steps purposely towards him with a pair of handcuffs.
You could have shot me-what, what the hell? Why didn’t you-? You had the chance to-
Samuel Flynn, I’m arresting you for the murder of Detective Inspector William Cole and Detective Constable David Allen-
Flynn flings his head back as Taylor attempts to handcuffs him. He struggles and kicks out, his feet scrapes against the concrete.
You had the chance! You could’ve ended this! Why-!
-You do not have to say anything but it may harm your deference if you do not mention-
Taylor slams Flynn against the floor, the handcuffs click. She hauls Flynn to his feet, Taylor’s shoulder and arms tense as she struggles to control Flynn. She glances quickly down at Cole.
I won’t go back-I can’t! Please, don’t do this! Lauren-!
-When questioned something which you later relay on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Flynn shouts inaudible as he thrashes around. Taylor anchors him to a long metal chain, then she turns, her gaze fixes on Cole. She rubs her forehead and shoves her hands in the pockets of her coat. Sirens echo.
FADE TO BLACK