SCENE 1. INT SHOREDITCH OFFICE - DAY

A typical shoebox office in SHOREDITCH east London. The windows are large however and London Permeates the office like a heavy breath. Grey skies, thunder. Rain hits the window with loud hammer thuds.

Our HERO sits, furrowed brow, typing furiously at his sleek MacBook. His white shirt brilliantly white and his thin black tie immaculately falls straight. Our hero Leans back in his chair, his fingers have suddenly stopped their tirade but still hang over the keys.

Bang! The door knocks to the office. In walks MR.P, All black bomber jacket and Black Rock Hair. He swaggers with all the attitude and physique of a Shoreditch rock star.

MR.P -
Whats happening bruvver?

HERO -
Mr.P? what you doing here? How did you get past security?

MR.P doesn't answer, he just swings his feet up to the table and leans back in his chair opposite our HERO, and sips on a starbucks.

HERO -
Its all not going to plan MR.P the business is shit, the economys shit, this is not where i imagined i'd be.

MR.P-
Ah Shit -

MR.P swivels his chair slowly to look through the window onto the London skyline.

MP.P
So what you gonna do?

Its our HERO's turn to ignore the question and swivel to the window.

HERO
Think im gonna go smoke.

SCENE 1A. EXT SHOREDITCH OFFICE ROOF - DAY

HERO paces with his hands cupped around a ciggerette and a lighter. The wind is roaring and Hero is fighting a losing battle. MR.P leans in the Roof top doorway smoking his ciggerette between sips of starbucks.

MR.P
Just light the thing in here!

HERO
I'm not allowed

MR.P
There's no-one here.

HERO
Bill's here

MR.P
Who?

HERO
Bill

MR.P
Bill who?

HERO
Bill the fucking Janitor, or houekeeper or whatever the fuck he is.

In frustration HERO throws his cigarette into the London Skyline. He removes another and goes back to trying to light it.

HERO (CONT.)
I think he lives here or something. everyone in the city gets the day off because of the protests except me and Bill. Bill cause he has nowhere else to go, and ME cause i cant afford to be anywhere else.

MR.P
(lighting his second ciggarette) Fuck this man. Dunno why your stressing about this anyway. just drop it -

HERO
I CANT FUCKING DROP IT.

A wave of wind and rain blows HERO's Ciggerette away over the roof.

HERO
Bollocks.

SCENE 1B. INT SHOREDITCH OFFICE - DAY

HERO sits wrapping rubber bands around a ball. MR.P is up on his feet, animated.

MR.P
Look, you've had enough of this office right? you said you dont wanna be here next week?

HERO
.........

MR.P
Lets just go LA. Come on lets do it. Get onto Lastminute.com find a cheap arse flight, a shitty motel and lets just do it? why not?

HERO
you know i'd love to. I got too much on man.

MR.P
1 week is nothing man, think back a week ago, if you could've lost the last week and been sitting in the sunshine, would you have? you could bring your little laptop and work by the poolside.

HERO
It is my birthday in a week.

MR.P
-exactly.

HERO
I haven't had a holiday in 3 years

MR.P
Really -

HERO
Fuck it.

MR.P
Fuck it

HERO
L.A.

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