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SILAS (CONT'D)
I need to talk to you. It’s rather
important -
CONRAD breaks free and bumps into a WAITRESS. Champagne
glasses SHATTER across the floor. Everyone stares at him.
EXT. CHEYNE WALK MANSION - DAY
CONRAD staggers out into the bright sunlight. The LIMO
DRIVERS watch him stumble towards the Embankment. He glances
back to see SILAS watching from an upstairs window.
EXT. CHELSEA EMBANKMENT - DAY
CONRAD hobbles along the pavement, coughing, sniffing, out of breath.
TITLES over CONRAD passing various London landmarks -
Battersea Power Station. New Scotland Yard. Houses of
Parliament.
EXT. VICTORIA EMBANKMENT. CLEOPATRA’S NEEDLE - DAY
CONRAD slumped against the SPHINX at the foot of the EGYPTIAN OBELISK, sucks on his ASTHMA INHALER. Lights a roll up. Sits GORGEOUS
back and watches the river flow by.
EXT. EAST END ESTATE - DAY
CONRAD passes a rusting Pontiac Trans-Am with fading eagle
decal across the bonnet and goes into a PAWN SHOP, sandwiched between a Launderette and an Off License.
INT. PAWN SHOP - DAY
Guitars, mobile phones, stereos, jewellery, watches, cameras, binoculars, microwaves, computer games and TVs. Behind the counter, TEN CARAT KARIM, bald as a billiard ball, dark bags under shifty eyes, sallow skin and sunken cheeks. His voice sounds like he sprinkles iron filings on his muesli.
KARIM
Welcome, welcome, welcome. Best
prices paid. No questions asked.
‘Discretion’ is my middle name.
CONRAD hands him a silver mirror he stole from the wake.
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