UNTITLED SCRIPT SERIES - EPISODE SEVEN

A WOMAN FOR ALL REASONS

BY PAUL CHANDLER AND NICK GOODMAN

EPISODE SEVEN: INTERESTED PARTIES...

BY PAUL CHANDLER

MAIN CHARACTERS

MATTHEW - AN ASSISTANT LIBRARIAN

BOB - A DEPUTY THEATRE MANAGER

DEBS - BOB'S WIFE

AUNTIE ALICE - DEB'S AUNT

EMILY - SENIOR LIBRARY CLERK

KIRSTEN - LIBRARY CLERK

OTHER CHARACTERS - TO BE UPDATED SOON 

THE STORY SO FAR:

MATT IS TRYING TO HELP HIS BEST FRIEND, BOB, THROUGH A WRITER'S BLOCK - INVOLVING HIM IN A LOCAL MYSTERY INVOLVING AN INHABITANT WHO APPEARS TO BE OVER-150 YEARS OLD... THEY BEGIN TO PIECE TOGETHER A NUMBER OF CLUES BY SPEAKING TO A RATHER ECCENTRIC LIBRARIAN CALLED EMILY - MEANWHILE, BOB'S WIFE - DEBS - ISN'T COPING SO WELL WITH HER HUSBAND GALLIVANTING AROUND THE TOWN AT ALL HOURS OF THE NIGHT AND SHE HAS CONFIDED HER CONCERNS TO HER TRUSTY AUNT ALICE... MUCH TO DEBS'S DISMAY ALICE TAKES A FAR DEEPER INTEREST IN THE WHOLE MATTER THAN HAD BEEN EXPECTED - TRACING BOB AND MATT'S FOOTSTEPS TO TRY AND DISCOVER WHAT EXACTLY THEY HAVE BEEN UP TO! 

SC. 20.  INT. A COUNTRY HOUSE, SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA, NIGHT

(In a luxuriant country house somewhere in Australia a large middle-aged gentleman lounges on a pile of cushions upon an expensive looking bed, he is not sleeping but is reading a retro Sci-fi/Adventure comic book from the late 70s or 80s, entitled THE ADVENTURES OF TWIDDLER. He doesn't notice as the door of his bedroom opens and another younger man enters, looking nervous...)

MAN: (keen for a response)

Well, Hercules?

HERCULES: (pleased to have good news)

Your bid was successful, sir...

MAN: (happy, but quietly so)

Marvellous! How much did it cost me?

HERCULES:

Significantly less than you were expecting?

MAN:

For the whole run?

HERCULES:

For the whole run, sir - yes... A snip at seven thousand five hundred...

MAN:

My goodness! That was a bargain... Well done, you've done me proud...

HERCULES:

For one hundred and twenty five issues, yes... Most certainly...

MAN: (concerned)

One hundred and twenty six is the full set - there was a summer special remember... I do hope it's one hundred and twenty six, Hercules... Don't let one copy be missing... That really would spoil the value...

HERCULES: (apologetic)

I'm sorry, sir... Sorry... Yes... You're right... One hundred and twenty six... That is what I meant...

MAN: (reassuringly)

Good... We will count them together when they arrive...

(Before Hercules can reply the bedroom door opens and an elderly woman enters - she shoots Hercules a knowing look and he quickly makes his excuses...)

WOMAN: (disapprovingly)

What have you been wasting your money on now, Edmund? Not more comics?

MAN/EDMUND: (gritting his teeth and remaining polite)

Yes, Mother - exactly that... I am now the proud owner of a complete run of THE MISADVENTURES OF TWIDDLER...

MOTHER: (attempting to show interest)

Is that one you used to write for or one you used to collect as a boy?

EDMUND: (calmly, close to patronising)

One I used to collect, mother...

MOTHER:

I always told you that you should have looked after them better...

EDMUND:

If I remember clearly I think you used to tell me off for keeping them... I came home from university one holiday only to find them smouldering on a bonfire in the back garden...

MOTHER:

It was cold, we needed fuel for the fire...

EDMUND:

Nonsense... It was July, mother... Still... That was a very long time ago now...

MOTHER: (playfully)

It was indeed... Have you forgiven me?

EDMUND: (bluntly)

The jury is out...

MOTHER: (chuckling almost unkindly)

I don't know... You and your superhero magazines...

EDMUND: (put out)

Twiddler was not a superhero... If anything he was an anti-hero - a villain; although whether he considered himself as such I very much doubt...

MOTHER:

Criminals never do dear - look at Donald Trump...

EDMUND:

I'd rather not if you don't mind...

MOTHER: (reflecting with surprise)

Goodness me... How strange... A comic book with the baddie as the leading man?

EDMUND:

If you like...

MOTHER:

Like Raffles, perhaps?

EDMUND:

Not like Raffles, no... Not really...

MOTHER: (wistfully)

Oh... What a shame... I do like me some Raffles...  So charming! I always wanted to be whisked away to somewhere glamorous by him or someone like him... But no... I had to stay here...

EDMUND:

The antics of Twiddler should hardly be new to you, mother... I'm pretty sure I talked about nothing else when I was in my mid-teens...

MOTHER:

You could be right, dear... I forget now...

EDMUND:

Did you want something, mother? I'm busy!

MOTHER:

Shouldn't you be working, dear?

EDMUND:

This is my work...

MOTHER:

Really? How odd...

EDMUND:

If you must know absolutely everything about my day - I am waiting for a phone call...

MOTHER: (curious)

Oooh! Really? How exciting...

EDMUND:

You make receiving a phone call sound like something unusual...

MOTHER:

Well dear - when it's you then it usually is exciting news one way or another...

EDMUND:

You can flatter me all you like, mother - but I'm still not going to tell you any more about it...

(Mother looks frustrated, but before she can say anything the phone begins to ring and Edmund puts down his magazine and makes shooing movements to indicate that she should leave, which - very grudgingly she does, although she pauses out in the hall hoping to hear some of his conversation. Expecting this, Edmund puts his call on hold - gets up off the bed and goes to the bedroom door - making it clear to his mother that she has been seen; having done so he closes the door firmly and returns to the phone.)

I'm sorry... I was being overheard... All is well now... So... Tell me...Is everything in place? It is? Good... Good... Yes... I saw your email... Most interesting... Well... Thank you for letting me know... I presume that you'll get back in touch when you have more information for me... Marvellous... Alright then... I'll speak to you again soon...

(Edmund is looking very pleased with himself as he breaks the call. He fumbles with his phone and brings up his emails on the screen - he is looking at some small thumb-nail photos and the faces are familiar... Matt, Bob, Debs, Auntie Alice, Emily, Kirsten...)

SC. 21.  INT. MAJORCA, A HOLIDAY APARTMENT, NIGHT

(A sunny location, a spotlessly clean apartment with very minimal "modern" decoration. A couple in their mid-30s sit, deep in conversation - they are dressed in a casual yet fashionable style - there is a baby-monitor on the table. They are clearly deep in conversation but appear distracted by one of their staff who is busy attempting to clean this room and another that is attached to it.)

MAN: (excitedly)

I really can't wait for tonight's episode... It'll be a good one, I think...

WOMAN: (in agreement)

Oh, I do hope so... Last week's cliffhanger was wonderful, I thought...

MAN:

I don't know where they get their ideas...

WOMAN:

Darling, you do know that it's not scripted, right?

MAN: (unsure)

I'm sorry?

WOMAN: (almost laughing)

You do know that it's real - more like reality television than an actual drama with a script involved...

MAN: (completely surprised)

Really? You're kidding... Oh... I completely hate reality TV... It's a scourge on modern society...

WOMAN:

Oh, you are funny... What on earth is the difference?

MAN:

I don't understand...

WOMAN: (almost mocking)

Well, what's the difference between watching a drama - or watching reality TV... The drama is full of odd characters doing odd things - just like the reality show... The only difference is that one is real and one isn't...

MAN: (stupidly stubborn)

It's completely different and you know it...

WOMAN:

Why? Because you feel happier in knowing that the people doing the things may be unpleasant - but at least they're not real... Is that it?

MAN:

Nonsense... I have things to do... Enjoy your reality TV...

(The woman begins to laugh as the man strides silently from the room, but then seems slightly upset when she realises that her companion is actually genuinely cross with her. She shrugs - and then notices that one of her staff is standing in the doorway looking slightly nervous as to whether he should enter and continue his cleaning work.)

WOMAN: (calmly/kindly)

Georgio... Come in... It's fine to clean in here...

GEORGIO: (worried/nervous)

I'm sorry, madame... I wasn't sure... Your husband... He was cross...

WOMAN:

It's okay... Come in... We were just discussing semantics over television programmes... Well... I'm not sure it even counts as a television show if you watch on the internet...

GEORGIO:

Do you mean like Youtube?

WOMAN: (eyeing him with a smile, almost teasing)

A little different... It's an actual channel dedicated to... Well... Anyway... It doesn't matter... I don't suppose you have much time for television... When you're young you don't want to be staying indoors - you want to be outside and enjoying yourself... Am I right?

GEORGIO:

Well, yes... I suppose... But there is always time...

WOMAN:

Well, let me show you... It might amuse you... No... Leave your work for the moment... Come in... Close the door... There is something you should see... Are you interested?

GEORGIO: (politely)

Yes, madame...

WOMAN:

Then come here...

(Georgio nervously comes across the room to the sofa where the woman is lounging - quickly she grabs the young man's hand and pulls him down on her - kissing him passionately, hungrily. Georgio responds excitedly and the two of them begin to undress - but suddenly we are watching the seduction through a monitor screen - the scene pulls back and we see that other members of staff are watching events down in the kitchen. The cook tuts and shakes her head - she shoos the other staff back to their jobs and then presses a button by the screen - the scene changes and we begin to see familiar faces from our own story - including the events from the following scene (22) from the UK Police Station.)

SC. 22.  INT. THE POLICE STATION, NIGHT

(Alice and Debs are still in The Police Station, although they are no longer being questioned - they are merely waiting to have their belongings returned so that they can leave, but there is a delay...)

DEBS: (with simmering fury)

What on earth is going on here? How long can it take to get our stuff back for goodness sakes?

ALICE:

I have a theory - but I am loathe to discuss it whilst we remain in this building...

DEBS:

Oh, yes? Then wait and tell me when we leave...

ALICE:

That's if we leave before that lovely Mr Trump gets frustrated and accidentally presses the big red button...

DEBS:

I do hope you're being sarcastic, Auntie?

ALICE:

About him pressing the big red button?

DEBS:

No... That's almost inevitable... No, about him being lovely!

ALICE:

Of course, I was definitely being sarcastic...

DEBS:

Listen, should I go and speak to someone? At very least if we're not being held for questioning I think we definitely deserve a cup of coffee or something...

ALICE:

Well, it's early, dear... There aren't a lot of staff on duty...

DEBS:

All the more reason to let us go... You don't think they're waiting until daylight or something - because they're worried about us being on the streets so early in the morning?

ALICE:

Because they think we might cause a disturbance?

DEBS:

No, silly... Because they think it's dangerous for us...

ALICE:

If they thought it was dangerous they could have driven us home about an hour ago - it's almost 6AM, do you realise that? We've been here for absolutely hours...

DEBS:

...And for WHAT?!

ALICE:

Well, as I say... I have my theories... (lowers her voice) I think we're being kept here as a delaying tactic - they've questioned us, but know we've done nothing wrong... Now they're resorted to pretending they've misplaced my handbag and your coat...

DEBS:

For what reason, exactly?

ALICE:

To give the others a head start...

DEBS:

To do WHAT?

ALICE:

Well, it's a possibility, isn't it? Don't you think?

DEBS:

But why would they want the others to get a head start? Are you saying that they're in on this or something?

ALICE:

In on what though? I must say I have no idea how any of this fits together - at least not at the moment...

DEBS:

We'll work it out...

MEANWHILE, NOT SO FAR AWAY THEY ARE WATCHED THROUGH ONE WAY GLASS BY PC CARR AND CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT TAVISTOCK...

CARR: (irritated)

They're whispering? I can't hear what they're saying?

TAVISTOCK: (patiently)

Of course they're whispering, Carr - they know something is up - they know we're keeping them here for as long as possible, just because...

CARR:

So we don't mind that they're whispering?

TAVISTOCK:

Not really... We'll give them another 10 minutes and then send them on their way... I'm just waiting for the okay... You do have their belongings ready, I hope.

CARR:

Errr... Yeah... Somewhere... No... No.. Really... I know where it all is...

TAVISTOCK: (slowly, carefully)

Good... Well... Run along then and prepare to send our guests on their way...

CARR:

Are you saying that in a deliberately sinister way or is that just how you speak?

TAVISTOCK:

It's just how I speak, thank you...

JUST AT THAT MOMENT TAVISTOCK IS DISTRACTED BY AN ALERT ON HIS COMPUTER SCREEN, WHICH READS:

LET THEM GO - WE WANT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT...

TAVISTOCK: (determinedly) 

Okay... The time is right... Show them out... Give them my apologies, won't you?

CARR:

Oh... Sure... Alright... I'll do that...

TAVISTOCK MUMBLES SOMETHING AND ONCE CARR HAS LEFT THE ROOM HE FLICKS THE CHANNEL ON HIS MONITOR SCREEN AND WE SEE CARR APPROACHING THE LADIES... WE DO NOT HEAR THEM SPEAK BUT WATCH AS THEIR BELONGINGS ARE RETURNED TO THEM AND ALICE AND DEBS HEAD OFF ON THEIR WAY... 

ALERT! PROGRESSING TO NEXT STAGE...

READS THE WORDS ON THE SCREEN AND THEN WE BEGIN TO REALISE THAT TAVISTOCK IS NOT THE ONLY ONE WATCHING - WE SEE MANY SCREENS AND MANY FACES WATCHING - ALL EAGER TO SEE WHAT MAY HAPPEN NEXT...

END OF EPISODE SEVEN

I received Nick's episode six on Monday 1st May 2017, but due to other creative projects and various holidays I didn't get a chance to start writing episode 7 until late June, early July 2017. I actually came up with the idea for my episode on Monday 17th July and did a scene break-down. This episode removes us slightly from the main events of the previous episode - but I wanted to develop a broader sense that some of the things that are happening are somehow being shared with a wider network of interested parties. Scene 20 was eventually written in one sitting on Thursday 31st August 2017, with scene 21 written in a similar standalone writing block on the 14th September. Scene 22 was written between the 18th and the 19th September 2017.  Following this I did some reworking of the three scenes between the 20th and 28th September 2017, before sending the episode off to Nick to read. Overall, I hope that I am taking the story into some kind of new area which will also compliment what we have already written. There are definitely more questions than answers at the moment, but I hope it intrigues. What with the first two scenes being rather removed from the other events so far I wanted the final scene to take us back into the story - now aware that at least some of the events are being watched by curious internet-users/subscribers in other locations. I also enjoyed the discussion in Scene 21 about the difference between drama and reality TV, partly inspired by the sorts of conversations my father has when he claims to hate soap operas but then watches a western with all the same elements as a soap - just with added cowboys and indians. He also watches The Archers. Dad, that's a soap! *shakes head sadly* I also enjoyed writing the beginnings of the seduction - especially when a strong female character is taking the lead and reversing stereotypical roles. Lucky Georgio!

UNTITLED SCRIPT SERIES - EPISODE SIX

A WOMAN FOR ALL REASONS

BY PAUL CHANDLER AND NICK GOODMAN

EPISODE SIX: FORGOTTEN FRUITS...

BY NICK GOODMAN

MAIN CHARACTERS

MATTHEW - AN ASSISTANT LIBRARIAN

BOB - A DEPUTY THEATRE MANAGER

DEBS - BOB'S WIFE

AUNTIE ALICE - DEB'S AUNT

EMILY - SENIOR LIBRARY CLERK

KIRSTEN - LIBRARY CLERK

OTHER CHARACTERS - TO BE UPDATED SOON 

THE STORY SO FAR:

MATT IS TRYING TO HELP HIS BEST FRIEND, BOB, THROUGH A WRITER'S BLOCK - INVOLVING HIM IN A LOCAL MYSTERY INVOLVING AN INHABITANT WHO APPEARS TO BE OVER-150 YEARS OLD... THEY BEGIN TO PIECE TOGETHER A NUMBER OF CLUES BY SPEAKING TO A RATHER ECCENTRIC LIBRARIAN CALLED EMILY - MEANWHILE, BOB'S WIFE - DEBS - ISN'T COPING SO WELL WITH HER HUSBAND GALLIVANTING AROUND THE TOWN AT ALL HOURS OF THE NIGHT AND SHE HAS CONFIDED HER CONCERNS TO HER TRUSTY AUNT ALICE... MUCH TO DEBS'S DISMAY ALICE TAKES A FAR DEEPER INTEREST IN THE WHOLE MATTER THAN HAD BEEN EXPECTED - TRACING BOB AND MATT'S FOOTSTEPS TO TRY AND DISCOVER WHAT EXACTLY THEY HAVE BEEN UP TO! 

SC. 17.  "THE LUMINARY TAVERN". NIGHT.

(The early hours . A lock-in at a very old pub filled with faded theatrical types. The side door opens and in steps Emily, Kirsten and then Bob and Matt. They look too anxious to be obviously tired)

EMILY:  A little more relaxed than a police station don't you think?

BOB: What is this freak show?

EMILY:  The Luminary Tavern. Home to theatre folks of yore.

MATT:  You mean washed out luvvies?

EMILY:  If you like.

BOB:  So is CB here somewhere?

EMILY:  Just so.

MATT (Aggravated)  Well lets get on with it and get back to the girls.

EMILY:  (Beckoning to the man behind the bar) Graham, where's CB?

(Graham is 60, gay, wiry and wary)

GRAHAM:  And who might you be, lady?

EMILY:  A friend.

GRAHAM:  Of whom?

EMILY:  (Rolling eyes) of CB?

GRAHAM:  And he is.....?

MATT: (To Graham)  Jake Trehere.

GRAHAM:  Well why didn't you say?

MATT:  Well???

GRAHAM:  Oh they stuck him in The Casket.

BOB:  The what?

GRAHAM:  The room up the stairs immediately to your left.

KIRSTEN:  Why Casket?

GRAHAM:  This boozer used to be run by Jack the Ripper nuts before Timmo took over. Weirdoes. There's still some of their crap around.

(Pointing to a pitiful severed wax head on a high shelf)

That's Johnny. I wanted to throw him out but Big Bruno fancied him. So he bought the horrible thing.

MATT:  Up the stairs you say?

(Graham nods. Bob and Matt race up to The Casket)

GRAHAM:  (Raising an eyebrow) Yes!

KIRSTEN:  (Following the men) Lets get this over with. This places gives me the willies.

GRAHAM:  (Under his breath) What would you know about getting willies, darling.

(Emily follows the others)

Uh -hum!

(Emily turns)

A token of appreciation would be nice.

EMILY:  Don't push it. This is an illegal lock in.

(Graham pours himself a Scotch and downs it in one)

GRAHAM:  Is there no one conscious at this hour that's any fun!!!??

(In The Casket, CB is sat by a fire with his feet in a tub of hot water. The room is playfully Gothic and old. A tall, coated figure lies in a corner asleep in a rocking chair. A stuffed witch's cat sits opposite. Matt and Bob run in and sit by CB's side.)

CB:  Ahh here are the heroes!

(Matt and Bob exchange bemused looks)

Good to see you again. I gather you have quite a story to tell me?

MATT:  We were hoping you can tell us.

BOB:  You weren't too keen on us being around before.

CB:  Oh that. Well, I needed the push to make the break through.

MATT:  In that case we're needed elsewhere.

(Matt and Bob  get up but the way is blocked by Emily and Kirsten)

EMILY:  Now boys, don't be in such a hurry. Don't we all need answers?

MATT:  Tell me why my wife and Aunt are with the cops!

KIRSTEN:  I was wondering that myself.

EMILY:  A charge of assault on CB.

BOB:  That's just not true.

EMILY:  When he was with you he was conscious. Along came your family and suddenly he's not.

MATT:  So you were spying on us.

KIRSTEN:  I didn't know what she was doing.

EMILY:  Your ladies will come to no harm. I need time to bring you up to speed.

KIRSTEN:  My mum must be worried sick by now!

EMILY:  Oh do be quiet, child. (To Matt)  They were too close. They had seen too much. I want to know how much.

MATT:  The power of Shhhush in other words.

EMILY:  I like to keep in with the local authorities. Now....

(Sitting opposite CB)

We haven't much time.

CB:  You must be Emily. The officer told me about you.

EMILY:  We have a common interest in Miss Walsh.

CB:  Her vibe rather.

EMILY:  (Closer) Is she dead or alive?

CB:  Something is alive . It came through Crystal. And it took me!

MATT:  It was as if you were channelled...

KIRSTEN:  Like a TV?

BOB:  No, he means like a ghost was communicating through him.

CB:  (Nonplussed for a moment)  No, that is nonsense. I was hypnotised!

KIRSTEN:  So no ghost?  (To Emily)  No ghost.

EMILY:  Then where is she and what did she do to you?

CB:  (Screwing his eyes up in concentration)  I'm trying to remember.

(To Matt and Bob)  What exactly did happen?

MATT:  So you don't remember a bloody thing!

BOB:  When you put your crystal set on you had some kind of fit. You waffled something that sounded Celtic, burst out of the door and fell flat on your face in the dark.

CB:  (Clutching his bruised face) I thought someone had hit me.

(Kirsten looks accusingly at Emily who gives her her best “Aren't I clever?” smile)

EMILY:  (Softly to Kirsten)  According to eye witnesses, Aunty held him whilst Debs hit him.

KIRSTEN:  Mmmm you could get done for that!!

EMILY:  Lets just say there is a mutual benefit.

SC.18.  INT.  POLICE INTERVIEW ROOM.  NIGHT.

(Alice and Debs are sat incensed before an embarrassed young policeman, PC Carr)

ALICE:  So its okay for the police to act like kidnappers. At least kidnappers tell you why they've taken you!

PC CARR: Sorry Madam. Senior officer will be with you any moment.

DEBS: (To Alice)  They even took my make up bag.

ALICE:  Probably thought you'd hang yourself with it. According to the police you can hang yourself with just about anything!

DEBS:  Why us and not the fellas?

ALICE:  It's that Emily stirring things. I had her number when we first met her. Devious. Don't you worry, love. We have rather more questions for them than they'd like,.

(Chief Superintendent Tavistock enters; a portly tired looking man in his fifties; clearly reaching out for retirement like a man searching for water in the desert)

TAVISTOCK:  Morning ladies. I'm Chief Superintendent Tavistock. I shall be overseeing this interview.

DEBS:  Charmed I'm sure.

(Tavistock reaches over and switches on a tape machine)

TAVISTOCK: This interview is commencing at 3.30am .

(Debs yawns loudly)

Present is myself, Superintendent Tavistock, Alice Harrison and Debra Tully

(Alice points to Carr)

(To Carr)  That will be all officer.

(Carr leaves the room)

(Tavistock's manner relaxes intermediately and he switches off the tape machine. He gives the ladies his warmest smile)

Now then, a little chat off the record I think.

(Debs opens her mouth but Alice puts a cautionary hand on her shoulder)

ALICE: Does that mean we are being tape recorded under the table?

TAVISTOCK:  Of course not . And do you think we have the budget for another machine when we still use tape recorders?

DEBS:  The technology is out there.

TAVISTOCK: Yes, tell me about what you would use?

DEBS: Never mind about that now. Why are we here?

ALICE: Emily Bradnock. That's why. That madam.

TAVISTOCK: A complaint of assault on one Jake Trehere.

DEBS:  Who the hell is he?

TAVISTOCK:  You were with him at his railways shack this evening.

ALICE:  That was CB. We'd only just met him.

TAVISTOCK:  That makes it worse somehow.

DEBS:  He was terrorising my husband and his friend. They had a kind of séance apparently . We found him flaked out on the ground outside the shack. Then he went berserk and chased us.

TAVISTOCK:  Chased you?

ALICE:  Well he set dogs on us.

TAVISTOCK:  My men saw no dogs..

DEBS:  Well they wouldn't have. It was a kind of illusion.

TAVISTOCK:  This is sounding very shaky.

ALICE:  So when are we supposed to have battered him?

TAVISTOCK:  (Checking his notes)  Half an hour later. Apparently you circled round the shack, entered it and assaulted Mr Treherne.

DEBS:  How precisely - or did Emily not mention that?

TAVISTOCK:  He was lying on the floor in distress at the time. And they were there. Taking pictures.

ALICE:  (Truth dawns)  Ahh that explains why you took my phone. I understand now.

TAVISTOCK:  Circumstantial evidence.

ALICE: (Tightly) But of what?

TAVISTOCK:  Now what do you mean?

DEBS:  What is CB .. err Mr Treherne doing in that shack anyway? Bit of an odd bod.

TAVISTOCK:  He is known to us. Was a theatre engineer until they went computer based. He refused to work with it and they slung him out. Went into railway communication on one of the smaller lines. He was dead weight there too. They gave him that shack in lieu of redundancy. Still picks up work here and there as a repair man. Rather a sad bugger really.

ALICE:  Getting back to the point, I'd like my phone back if you don't mind. Untampered with.

(The room door opens and a grim faced PC Carr hands Tavistock a note. Tavistock opens it with glee and reads it with descending doom)

TAVISTOCK:  (To Carr)  Nothing?

CARR:  (To Tavistock)  Nothing.

(Tavistock resists the urge to crumple the note and instead folds it aggressively)

ALICE:  If you could oblige Chief Superintendent. Before I call my lawyer.

(Tavistock and Alice exchange the loaded stares of adversaries. Alice can't resist a smile)

TAVISTOCK:  Wait there...

(Tavistock leaves the room with Carr with an air of undisguised frustration. Debs turns curiously to talk to Alice who puts a finger to her lips and indicates someone or something is listening. Debs mines the operating of a mobile phone and Morse code device. Alice mimes holding a phone, flutters her fingers from the phone to Debs, then mimes pushing a button on the mimed phone and gives a wave. Debs excitedly acknowledges then laughs)

ALICE:  You know it may be nearly four in the morning but I doubt I'll sleep. All this excitement.

SC.19.  INT. “THE LUMINARY TAVERN”.  NIGHT

(All are gathered in The Casket, attention on CB)

KIRSTEN:  What's this to do with a little old lady for goodness sake?

CB:  I was subjected to hypno-tronic influence via that old set of mine. An attack, maybe a warning.

BOB:  If you say so Professor Hawkings.

CB:  (Firmly)  I'm a scientist!

BOB:  You're a chucked out engineer living a railway shack. That's only because the rail yard didn't need it.

EMILY:  More importantly did Walsh – for the sake of argument – talk to you?

CB:  My mind is blank. Had a thumping headache when I woke and found these two women standing over me.

MATT:  Well they didn't hit you that's for sure. We cut your connection.

CB:  We've established that.

BOB:  Well, Emily has established something completely different. And it's time we got them out.

EMILY:   In good time. They are there to keep them out of the way. I need you to knit together what we've discovered.

MATT:  (Gesturing to CB)  The point, dear lady, is there is nothing to knit with. He can't remember a thing.

CB:  I summoned up two ravenous dogs. What more do you want?

KIRSTEN:  Where do they fit in though? Why dogs?

CB:  (Keen to be of use)  I know that Walsh looked after dogs. She was patron of the Dog's Trust.

BOB:  So she is communicating all this via medium links.

(CB opens his mouth to speak..)

Or ultrasonics or hypnotics or whatever. Is it a fail-safe?

EMILY:  (Excited)  And the Boy Scout bit. She was a patron of them too.

KIRSTEN:  Loaded this old bird wasn't she!!

MATT:  What is she trying to say?

CB:  Well those other women might know. The old girl was faffing with her phone. Not sure if she was taking a photo or what. There was a message coming through on Crystal..

BOB:  Morse code. They were trying to record it.

CB:  I'll tell you one thing, that old girl seemed to twig what was going on. She seemed to recognise something in the message.

MATT:  In short all our answers are at the police station not here. Emily, what are you playing at?

EMILY:  I told you, keeping them out of the way so we have a chance to collate our information.

BOB:  No, there is something else going on here

(To CB)  You've had the odd message on Crystal over the years haven't you?

CB:  The odd random phrase. Untainted by digital snobbery.

MATT:  Like what?

CB:  Stuff about looking after things. Preserving them. Worry about change. Institutions mostly. Charities.

EMILY:  Come on, come lads . (Indicating) This is the box, think outside it.

CB:  She mentioned Mason or Mason's. Is that a shop chain? It came up a lot.

KIRSTEN:  Not those weirdoes who roll up their trouser legs and have funny handshakes.

CB:  Could be, I guess.

BOB:  They're usually made up of top professional people. Judges, politicians..

CB:  Not forgetting policemen.

(Bob and Matt look at each other in alarm)

BOB:  Not forgetting policemen!!! Of course!

EMILY:  Why? What about them?

MATT:  (Standing angrily over Emily)  The power of Shhh indeed!  You sold Debs and Alice out. They have found something the police want a lid on!!!

EMILY:  On come on..like what?

BOB:  Like Alice's phone. The Morse code. I may be something the police want. The message. Come on, we've wasted enough time.

(Bob and Matt rush out. Before they reach the side door, Matt stops Bob)

MATT:  I wonder if they know Alice has sent it to Deb's email?

BOB:  If they could just delete it from the phone. Then they'd only have Emily's word it was ever on there.

MATT:  (Mock serious)  You mean who don't believe in the power of shhhh?

(Bob smiles and they both leave via the side door)

(Back in The Casket, Emily stands furious over CB and Kirsten)

EMILY:  I'm surrounded by imprudent idiots! 

CB:  What do you mean?

EMILY:  They will now go and spring the girls before we're ready. 

KIRSTEN:  But you wanted them to “join the dots up” didn't you?

EMILY:  Child, that was on my terms. I am the puppet mistress and my puppets have just buggered off.

KIRSTEN:  (Snapping at last)  Then bollocks to you, puppet mistress!! It's like a bad dream that won't stop. I'm off home. I've had it up to here with you. You're frigging mental the lot of you. See you Friday.

(Kirsten turns to go then spins back round, brandishing her mobile)

And if you even think of sacking me “old girl” you might consider what I've recorded on my phone. Neville's going to love this!!

(Kirsten flounces off. Emily turns her ire on CB)

EMILY:  And you! And a fat lot of good you were. You came highly recommended.

CB:  By the Marquis?

(Kirsten bobs her head cheekily round the door again)

KIRSTEN:  That's the other thing. The Marquis didn't run because he was scared by a ghost. He knew the police were in on the Walsh thing and he didn't want to them looking into his muck.

EMILY:  What muck?

KIRSTEN:  Porn! He probed the police so the police threatened to probe him. He shot porn films. Close to knuckle stuff.

CB:  Really?

EMILY: How do you know all this, child?

KIRSTEN:  Because he asked me to be in one when I was at a “Kiss” gig.

CB:  And did you?

(Kirsten cheekily taps her nose before flouncing off once more)

She's not as stupid as she looks, is she?

EMILY:  “Not forgetting the police” This is all your fault, you filthy freak.

CB:  (Kicking the water bowl his feet are in and sending the water sizzling into the fire) Who the hell do you think you are??? Sending me to snooping strangers. Uninvited. I've never even met you before!!! You play your own game, I'm not helping you any more.

EMILY:  (Pointing at CB) You are a little man in a big, big world. I know how big. I work in a  library, I know. You'll regret crossing me!

(Emily stalks off at last, slamming the door of The Casket and waking the drunken figure in the rocking chair. The figure groans)

CB:  Oh go back to sleep, Darcy.

DARCY:  What's the noise?

CB:  A jumped up young sleuth. Nothing else.

DARCY:  What did she want?

CB:  We were trying to track someone down.

DARCY:  Who?

CB:  We only have a surname. Walsh. She was some kind of local benefactor. We think she is hiding somewhere..

DARCY:  Walsh? Not Constance Walsh? She was a big cheese.

CB:  Could be. (Suddenly) Was?

DARCY:  She was the most amazing support for the local theatre.

CB:  Really? Can you introduce me?

DARCY:  Don't be absurd old boy. She's dead.

CB:  But she can't be.

DARCY:  As the proverbial door knocker. I can show you the plaque if you like. Little one by the exit door of the Rook Theatre. Oh no, hang on. No, the bloody Tories closed it down thirty years ago. There's progress for you!

CB:  (Helping  Darcy to his feet)  But is this plaque still there? .

DARCY:  Yes. But the whole place is a children's play centre now. So...

CB:  So you'll take me there?

DARCY:  Well I could ask a few ears...

CB:  Now.

DARCY:  Be reasonable man, I can barely walk. It's got to be Lord knows when in the morning.

(CB grabs Darcy by the collar)

CB:  Now look, you lush, I've gone through hell because of this wretched woman, I need to know what's going on. This could be my first real evidence. Be she alive or be she dead?

DARCY:  Have pity on an old man.

CB:  I do. Me. And it means I'm one step ahead of that manipulative harpy with her two hacks. Time to go, old man.

(CB trundles Darcy out of The Casket and out of the side door of the Tavern. Without looking up, Graham kisses a pint glass he is cleaning)

GRAHAM:  (To glass)  Derry's Bubbling Brew. Helping sad losers have fun since 1982. never fails!

END OF EPISODE SIX

I neglected to record when I started writing this chapter but approximately late March/early April. I had not intended to step outside the three scenes per chapter last time and only realised when Paul mentioned it in his notes last chapter. I redressed it here though slightly cheated, treating all scenes in the Tavern as one scene. The main purpose of this chapter was to logically follow through the events of Paul's chapter and also expand on CB and takes us on another turn with a  twist at the end. The Tavern was based partly (and certainly physically) on The Haunch of Venison in Salisbury where the Salisbury Operatic Society was founded and many actors are known to hang out. The pub's previous gruesome theme was inspired by the Haunch's history of haunting and its displayed mummified hand. The Morse message is still free to be scrabbled and lead to other things and CB has a lead of his own. I also thought it was high time we discovered what did happen to the Marquis of Hamilton. Ill health over Easter 2017 and other commitments left me drained and unable to complete the chapter for a while, finally finishing up on Bank Holiday 1^st May 2017.

UNTITLED SCRIPT SERIES - EPISODE FIVE

A WOMAN FOR ALL REASONS

BY PAUL CHANDLER AND NICK GOODMAN

EPISODE FIVE: WATCHING... LISTENING IN...

BY PAUL CHANDLER

MAIN CHARACTERS

MATTHEW - AN ASSISTANT LIBRARIAN

BOB - A DEPUTY THEATRE MANAGER

DEBS - BOB'S WIFE

AUNTIE ALICE - DEB'S AUNT

EMILY - SENIOR LIBRARY CLERK

KIRSTEN - LIBRARY CLERK

OTHER CHARACTERS - TO BE UPDATED SOON 

THE STORY SO FAR:

MATT IS TRYING TO HELP HIS BEST FRIEND, BOB, THROUGH A WRITER'S BLOCK - INVOLVING HIM IN A LOCAL MYSTERY INVOLVING AN INHABITANT WHO APPEARS TO BE OVER-150 YEARS OLD... THEY BEGIN TO PIECE TOGETHER A NUMBER OF CLUES BY SPEAKING TO A RATHER ECCENTRIC LIBRARIAN CALLED EMILY - MEANWHILE, BOB'S WIFE - DEBS - ISN'T COPING SO WELL WITH HER HUSBAND GALLIVANTING AROUND THE TOWN AT ALL HOURS OF THE NIGHT AND SHE HAS CONFIDED HER CONCERNS TO HER TRUSTY AUNT ALICE... MUCH TO DEBS'S DISMAY ALICE TAKES A FAR DEEPER INTEREST IN THE WHOLE MATTER THAN HAD BEEN EXPECTED - TRACING BOB AND MATT'S FOOTSTEPS TO TRY AND DISCOVER WHAT EXACTLY THEY HAVE BEEN UP TO! 

SC. 14.  INT. BADGER WATCH ENCLOSURE.  NIGHT

(Emily and Kirsten are still watching in from the badger enclosure - but Emily doesn't seem to be getting the results that she wants and Kirsten is growing bored.)

KIRSTEN:

So, how long does this movie go on for?

EMILY:

Movie! What movie!?

KIRSTEN:

Sorry... I keep forgetting that this is actually happening in real-time...

EMILY:

You're a child of Netflix, dear - this is the trouble... Think of this as your very own reality TV show - but without all the big prizes at the grand finale...

KIRSTEN:

At least nobody will be releasing a dodgy album of cover versions at the end of this one...

EMILY:

I wouldn't bet on it! I don't trust anyone under 30 not to try and release an album of cover versions to compliment any random event...

KIRSTEN:

Hey! I'm under 30... Don't be mean...

EMILY:

When's the album out?

KIRSTEN:

That's not fair - I've never heard of that being a thing...

EMILY:

Oh, I have... I went to a birthday party for a niece of mine recently and they'd done exactly that... My brother-in-law had recorded an album of him and his friends playing some of my niece's favourite songs on an acoustic guitar with a bongo drum accompaniment... 

KIRSTEN:

Oh! You're kidding! Really?

EMILY:

No... I lied... (she pauses) I'm being sarcastic... It actually happened!

KIRSTEN:

Okay! I didn't mean to doubt you! That does sound awful... What kind of songs were there...

EMILY:

Mainly awful ones... The kind of thing that a three year old would like...

KIRSTEN:

That's weird... And how old is your niece?

EMILY:

She's three...

KIRSTEN:

Oh...

EMILY:

But that's not the point... The point is that people do these ridiculous over-blown things for events that really aren't particularly important at all...

KIRSTEN:

Like your niece's third birthday...

EMILY:

Sure... It's important to the girl - to her parents clearly and I suppose it's nice enough for everybody else who was invited - although the birthday cake was far too dry...

KIRSTEN:

I hate dry birthday cake...

EMILY:

Oh, me too... Nothing worse... Well, there is - but nothing worth talking about anyway... I won't give examples or we'll be here all day...

KIRSTEN:

Hey! Why not... It appears we actually HAVE all day...

EMILY:

Don't exaggerate... Listen... All I'm saying is - if, when you were three, your father and his friends had gone so far as to record an album of all your favourite kiddy tunes - then wouldn't you have grown up to think that you were somehow very special - wouldn't you expect the rest of the world to spoil you accordingly? Wouldn't you grow up to believe that you were entitled to something MORE? 

KIRSTEN:

I really can't say - I can't remember anything from back when I was as young as three...

EMILY:

That's not the point - I mean, how many three year olds get treated that way? It must affect them...

KIRSTEN:

It sounds like it was more about her father wanting to get the chance to record an album - to give him more of an excuse to hang out with his mates and mess about with guitars... 

EMILY:

Hmm... You could be right... My sister can be a bit of a chore to live with...

KIRSTEN:

I suppose it depends whether this is a one-off... The whole album business... If it just happens that once then maybe it's nothing more than a rather sweet piece of fun - but if he does it every year then, yeah - maybe it might leave you presuming that you're a little bit more special than most kids...

EMILY:

Exactly my point... What next? A movie? A party in The Royal Albert Hall!? Actually - I'm surprised this hasn't happened already. My brother-in-law is kind of bonkers - but then I really do think that my sister is largely to blame for all this... Goodness knows what they'll do if she ever gets married - hold the reception up on Mars, with cute martians in tuxedos...

KIRSTEN:

Probably...

EMILY:

Kirsten, are you actually listening?

KIRSTEN:

Kind of half-listening - half deciding that what could possibly be going on down in that shack might actually be more interesting to concentrate on than listening to you talk about your niece... I genuinely concerned that my ears may start bleeding in a minute!

EMILY:

You do realise that I'm your boss... You're being quite rude...

KIRSTEN:

Outside of work you're not my boss - and don't even think about taking this out on me next time we do a shift together... You should be paying more attention - something odd is happening down there... Have a look...

EMILY:

I will do - when I'm ready...

KIRSTEN:

Fine... Hey, whilst I think of it... You didn't bring any air freshener with you, did you?

EMILY:

Why would I have done that?

KIRSTEN:

It's just so badger-y in here... Can't you smell it?

EMILY:

It doesn't bother me - it reminds me of an Auntie of mine... She used to collect them...

KIRSTEN:

She collected badgers?

EMILY:

China ones, yes...

KIRSTEN:

Somebody has to, I suppose... Hey... Something's definitely going on down there...

EMILY:

What? Alright - budge over - I'm ready now; let me take a look through the telescope...

KIRSTEN:

I just saw a car drive up - it was dark and the doors haven't opened yet...

EMILY: (taking the telescope)

Oh yes... I see what you mean... What a battered old piece of tin... Hmm... Looks like they have visitors - but I wonder who it is?

KIRSTEN:

Want to go find out?

EMILY:

What do you mean?

KIRSTEN:

I'm fed up of hiding away up here - I want to hear every word and considering that we can't afford to bug the place... My hearing just isn't up to it!

EMILY:

You're right! You're right... I forget you don't lip-read... Hmm... What about these new arrivals?

KIRSTEN:

Let's just be careful - it's hardly going to be The Mafia, is it?

EMILY:

Nope... Could be worse...

KIRSTEN:

What could be worse than The Mafia... Other than Donald Trump...

EMILY:

Don't even joke about it...

THE TWO OF THEM HEAD OUT FROM WHERE THEY HAVE BEEN HIDING AND THEIR VOICES DIE AWAY AS THEY DEPART...

SC. 15.  INT. SHACK. NIGHT

Down by the shack - Bob, Matt, Debs and Alice are crowded around the radio which is still giving out a morse code style warble. It seems to have quite a hypnotic effect on CB and a whole rush of emotions seem to flood through him. Matt and Bob eventually break away and are trying to tidy some of the mess made by CB earlier whilst he was swirling around to the sounds on the radio.

DEBS:

Auntie - are you going to tell me what all this means? You seem to have some idea - or am I reading into all of this?

ALICE:

No, no dear... You're not far wrong... Let's say I know but I don't know...

DEBS:

That makes absolutely no sense at all, Auntie...

ALICE:

Well, I know there's some kind of message being transmitted - but I can't honestly say I understand what the message is or who is sending it...

DEBS:

Clearly not CB as he's sitting there looking enthralled...

ALICE:

You're right, Debs - you are... Although I suspect he may know more than we do... He may know who is sending the message - he may even know what they're saying...

DEBS:

And maybe he'll tell us...

ALICE:

Maybe he will - or maybe we can work it out for ourselves...

DEBS:

I thought you said you yourself thought you knew who was communicating this message...

ALICE:

Well, yes... I think I do... That doesn't mean for sure I know exactly who it is... There are things... things that are coming back to me... This all happened a very long time ago... I'm vague about it... But I intend to remember...

DEBS:

Are you sure you don't know more than you're saying?

ALICE;

Quite sure... Well, I'm saying as much as I'm remembering - I suppose that's different, isn't it?

DEBS:

It is a bit, yes...

ALICE:

Never mind, aye... Do you have your phone with you?

DEBS:

I do, yes...

ALICE:

It's one of those modern ones, isn't it? An iPhone... Presumably it has voice memo...

DEBS;

It does... I know that for a fact as I have a voice memo pal in Australia...

ALICE:

A voice memo pal?

DEBS:

It's like a pen pal... Back in the day we used to send each other audio tapes of us chatting - with music interspersed... Anyway, now we occasionally send voice memos?

ALICE:

Why ever don't you just Skype each other?

DEBS:

Oh... We do... Around our birthdays and at Christmas - but she's always so busy... She has... I lose track of how many kids she has... And then there's the time difference...

ALICE:

Very nice dear... So... Where's this phone, then?

DEBS:

Oh... You want it?! Who are you going to call?

ALICE:

Nobody dear... I just want to record a sample of this morse code that is coming out of this here radio...

DEBS:

Oh! Golly... Yes... Sure...

Debs gets out her phone and then passes it over to her Aunt - indicating where the voice memo can be accessed - Alice activates it and the whole room is quiet whilst she records...

CB:

Fascinating! Fascinating!

ALICE: (distracted, beginning to record)

That's enough of that... (stopping it) Email it to me, will you?

DEBS:

Sure...

ALICE:

Now, I mean... Just to be sure...

DEBS:

What's the rush - it's on my phone...

ALICE:

But if you lose your phone...

DEBS:

Oh... Fair enough... It won't take a second... (she takes the phone, clicks on a couple of things, types her email address and sends it) Done!

ALICE:

Thank you! Sorry, love - didn't mean to be bossy...

Debs nods and is about to speak, but then C.B. interrupts.

CB:

Fascinating! Fascinating! FASCINATING!!

DEBS:

Do you really think he understands? Maybe he does a reply back to who ever it is...

ALICE:

Maybe he does... (turning to address CB) Well? You do understand it, don't you? Are you going to tell us what it's all about?

CB:

Can't do that... It's top secret...

At this moment Bob comes hurrying over - he looks a little flustered...

BOB:

We have company...

DEBS:

Tell them to go away, then...

BOB:

I'm not sure they'll listen...

ALICE:

Oh dear... Let me speak to them...

MATT:

They want to speak to us as it happens...

Alice and Debs look up - CB remains oblivious... Matt is standing in the doorway and behind him are two policemen...

SC. 16.  INT. LOCAL POLICE STATION. NIGHT

Matt, Bob, Alice and Debs are waiting in a room in the local Police Station. They are confused, but at least they have tea! Nobody speaks. There is no sign of any Police presence.

MATT:

So, are we under arrest - or what? And if so, what for - trespassing or something?

DEBS:

I don't think so... They never actually said we were under arrest...

ALICE:

They just said that they had some questions...

BOB:

Where do you think they took old CB? I hope they don't think we were having some kind of drug-fuelled party in that shack...

DEBS:

Why EVER should they think that - for goodness sakes? I don't even have so much as a vitamin pill on me.

MATT:

Well, to be fair - CB did look a little out of it...

DEBS:

Maybe he did - but that's nothing to do with us... Let them do a drugs test... I'm drug free...

ALICE:

Yes, dear - as far as I know we all are...

BOB:

I am... What about you, Matt? Did you have your morning bowl of drugs today?

MATT:

Dammit - I knew I'd forgotten something...

ALICE:

No need for sarcasm, boys...

DEBS:

Thank you, Auntie... We wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for you two...

BOB:

That's not very nice...

MATT:

I was actually trying to encourage him - to give him something to write about...

DEBS:

Well, you succeeded there...

ALICE:

I must admit, it is interesting...

DEBS:

Auntie! Don't encourage them!

Just at that moment the doors open and a Police Officer stands in the doorway...

OFFICER:

Right... You can go home...

DEBS:

At last! You've kept us waiting quite long enough - and you've not even questioned us...

BOB:

Thank goodness... I need to get back... Tonight's bath night, you know...

OFFICER:

That's as may be - but I wasn't addressing you all... Ladies follow me... Gentlemen to the front desk...

BOB:

Just a minute! You can't split us up like this...

ALICE:

Don't worry, Bob... She's with me... They probably just need you to sign something...

MATT:

I don't much like the sound of this...

OFFICER:

Just be thankful that you're not just still sitting here not knowing what is going on... Ladies...

Matt is confused, whilst Bob looks quite distressed as the Officer leads Debs and Alice out of the waiting room...

DEBS:

Where ARE you taking us?

OFFICER:

We want you to answer some questions...

ALICE:

Just us?

OFFICER:

Just you... Your companions have been vouched for...

DEBS:

They've been WHAT!?!

But The Officer does not reply. Meanwhile, back in the waiting area Matt and Bob are still unsure quite where they are meant to be going - and just at that moment Emily and Kirsten appear in the doorway.

EMILY:

Are you coming?

MATT:

Are we WHAT? What are you doing here? What's going on?

KIRSTEN: (lowering voice)

Emily gave you an alibi - vouched for you - said that you had nothing to do with any of this...

BOB: (shocked)

She did what!? And they believed you?

EMILY:

Let's just say I have contacts - you're one of us, Matt - one of the library team... Have you never used your shhh-ing powers to get your own way...

BOB:

Is she kidding?

MATT:

Errr... I'd rather not say... Listen... What do you want?

EMILY:

For you to come with us... There's an old gent keen to talk to you...

MATT:

CB? (she nods) And he's KEEN to talk to us - he just seemed keen to confuse us earlier...

EMILY:

Keen might not be quite the word - but he's making a little more sense than he was before...

KIRSTEN:

Coffee... LOTS of coffee...

BOB:

I'm sorry - I've had quite enough of these adventures for one day; I'm not leaving my wife...

KIRSTEN:

You really ought to... It won't take long...

MATT:

Why both of us... Can't Bob stay and I'll come with you...

KIRSTEN:

Bob... Come on... You know you want to...

EMILY:

Believe me - it's for the best... So, why not just do as we say... Shut up and follow me!

Matt and Bob are surprised - they watch as Kirsten and Emily head back to reception - shooting each other uncertain glances; Bob shrugs and then the two men follow their guides towards the exit...

END OF EPISODE 5

I had Nick's script for Episode 4 for a couple of weeks before I got a chance to read it - which I eventually had time to do on Tuesday 25th October 2016. My ideas for episode 5 came quite quickly - scene by scene. Nick had allowed himself 4 scenes rather than 3 in episode 4 (it's okay, it's allowed - there are no rules!), but I decided to return to a 3 scene episode. The next problem - having worked out my scenes and a rough plot-line - was when to actually write my episode to fit around other distractions. I had hoped to get a bit of time when I was away in Venice for my birthday between the 6th and the 11th of November - but that time just flew and I didn't get a chance to write anything. In the end I didn't get to flesh out these ideas until after the New Year when I actually finished the first scene and completed the final two scenes in just a matter of days during breaks at work in mid to late February; giving it one final look-over on Friday 24th February 2017. I'm really interested to see where the story goes next...

This post and all contents are Copyright Paul Chandler / Nick Goodman 2017.