Act One
FADE IN:
INT. TAYLOR’S HOUSE – NIGHT
Amanda, wearing her knee length nightshirt, eases out of bed, the digital clock on her nightstand showing 2.19am, and quietly creeps to the bedroom door, silently opening it so as not to wake Jeremy, who is sleeping soundly. She walks down the corridor to George’s room, we see the handmade sign on his door confirming it’s his room. Amanda gently pushes open the door to peak in on her son. With the nightlight on she can clearly see he is fast asleep, snuggled up to his teddy-bear with his dummy next to his hand.
Amanda pulls the door to silently and then walks into the bathroom, closing the door gently before using the pull switch to turn on the light. After using the toilet, she silently turns the light back off, before opening the door and heading back towards her bedroom. She reaches the top of the stairs walks stealthily down them avoiding the creaking stair and heads for the kitchen to make herself a hot chocolate.
We see behind her the open lounge window and two shadowy figures making their way quietly into the room. So intent on their own tasks neither the men nor Amanda notice each other.
The men open their backpacks and pull out their nine inch steak knives, which glisten in the light of the street lamps, and then quickly make their way up the stairs. They push open the door to Jeremy and Amanda’s bedroom and Jack Grimshaw slaps his gloved hand over Jeremy’s mouth, plunging the steak knife into his chest. A geyser of blood jettisons its way from the damaged lung and artery of the heart, shooting over Jack’s arm. A low whistle emanates from Jeremy’s chest as he makes one last involuntary death spasm, before falling flat onto the bed.
JACK GRIMSHAW
(spoken quietly to himself)
Damn it, didn’t want that mess.
BOB REYNOLDS
(spoken quietly)
Fuck Jack, be careful when you stab these guys, you need to get the lung only, blood gives DNA and the cops love that shit.
JACK GRIMSHAW
(spoken quietly)
Well you can do anyone else then, as you know so much.
Bob leads Jack out of the bedroom and they head quietly down the landing, Jack heads towards the bathroom door, whilst Bob pushes open George’s room, looking in.
BOB REYNOLDS
(spoken quietly)
Ah damn it, I hate it when there are kids. Jack, I thought you said that there weren’t no kids here.
JACK GRIMSHAW
(spoken quietly)
Look Bob, I cased this joint all week and there were no kids here in that whole time, maybe they were away or something.
Bob walks across to George’s bed, raising the knife as he nears the sleeping boy.
BOB REYNOLDS
(spoken quietly to self)
Sorry kid.
Bob plunges the knife down into the sleeping toddler.
INTERCUT – TAYLOR’S KITCHEN – NIGHT
Amanda finishes her hot chocolate, rinses the cup and puts it into the dishwasher, heading back to the stairs she shivers as she notices that the lounge window is open. Shaking her head she walks across to the window, closing it.
AMANDA
(spoken gently)
Dammit Jay! I’m always telling you to lock the windows at night.
Amanda heads back to the stairs and quietly walks back up to her bedroom. She eases the door open and confused at not hearing Jeremy snoring she touches her side lamp, illuminating the room, she sees her dead husband.
AMANDA
(screams)
Jeremy, oh my God. Jay?
(quietly to self)
George, not George...
Amanda rushes to the bedroom door.
INTERCUT – TAYLOR’S BATHROOM – NIGHT
Jack hears the scream, lifts his knife in front of him at waist height, opens the bathroom door and heads into the hallway.
INTERCUT – GEORGE’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Bob is wiping his knife on George’s curtains, when he hears the scream and turns towards the bedroom door, a confused expression on his face.
INTERCUT – TAYLOR’S UPSTAIRS HALL – NIGHT
Amanda rushes round the corner from her bedroom into the hallway just as Jack leaves the bathroom. Jack’s knife stabs deep into Amanda’s stomach, a terminal blow that she barely feels. The rage is so strong in her that she pushes Jack hard out of the way and he smashes through the bathroom door. Amanda rushes down the hallway and shoves open George’s bedroom door with a primeval scream.
INTERCUT – GEORGE’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
The door slams open and Amanda forces her way into the room, the knife still stuck deep in her stomach.
AMANDA
(screams)
Georgie!
Bob, knife raised high, rams it forward burying it in Amanda’s left shoulder, pushing her hard against the bedroom wall, before rushing out of the bedroom.
BOB REYNOLDS
(shouts)
Jack, let’s get the fuck out of here before the pigs arrive. She’ll never make it.
Amanda, the two knives still in her, falls to her knees at George’s bed, tears of rage and anguish flowing freely down her cheeks. Her head drops down onto her dead son’s chest as the life drains from her body along with the blood from the two knives. Her eyes, intense with anger, close and we hear in the distance the first sirens as the police respond to the neighbour’s calls for assistance.
FADE OUT
END OF ACT ONE