Saturday, 28 December 2013

Script For Our Opening

Scene One

Rakim is sleeping in his bed when he receives an unexpected text message from one of his friends, Ahmed. The Text message is explaining how he should get to Ahmed’s house as soon as possible to pick up something important. Rakim gets up, freshens himself and heads out.
Scene Two

In this scene, Rakim is boarding buses and trains to get to Ahmed’s house. Once he is at Ahmed’s House he knocks on Ahmed’s door. Ahmed answers.

Ahmed: Wait here, I’ll be out in a minute.

Scene Three

Once Ahmed is out he takes Rakim to a secret place where there is a bag with important “tools” in them

Rakim: What’s in there?

Ahmed: Don’t worry what’s in there, jus deliver this to a friend of mine named Saeed

Rakim: Litsen, I don’t wanna get myself involved with your dirty stuf—(cut off)

Ahmed: Do you wanna get paid or not?

Rakim hesitates to answer

Ahmed: (Assertively) Do you or not?

Rakim: Yes

Ahmed: Cool, then deliver this to saeed buy subway in Beckenham, got it?

Rakim nods his head. As he leaves, a smartlty dressed man is seen from across the road observing the scene.
Scene Four

Rakim reaches the destination and is scoping around looking for Saeed. A figure from the alley way appears and calls Rakim in.

Saeed: Is that the bag yeah?

Rakim: Yeah it is, but what is it for?

Saeed: (Rudely) Listen, your job isn’t to ask questions, it’s to deliver the damn bag, don’t be asking questions that don’t concern you.

Saeed makes a swift exit. Rakim receives a phone call from another friend asking him to come to meet some girls with him; as Rakim has found something to do for the day, he makes his way to the train station to meet his friend. Again. A man from across the road is seen observing the scene.

Scene Five

Rakim has just woken up and makes himself some cereal. He switches on the television onto the news, only to see the scene of an explosion and a picture of him as a wanted individual. As he is shocked he rings Ahmed. It goes to voicemail.

Rakim: Ahmed, as soon as you get this, ring me back! I don’t know what you got me into but whatever you got me into you best get me out of it.

As Rakim is stressing, he freshens up and makes his way to Ahmed’s house.

Scene Six

Rakim reaches Ahmed’s house, only to find the door half open. He is hesitant to go in but proceeds to anyway, making sure that he is quiet.

Rakim: Ahmed? Are you here?
There is no answer. However he does notice something weird which is a bloody knife. As he notices the seriousness of the situation he is hit from the back and black out as he falls to the floor. He vaguely sees the image of boots and looks up to see the man who has been following him.

Scene Seven

Rakim is in the police station, and is being interrogated by the man who has been observing his movements.

Detective Victor: My name is detective Victor, this interview will be recorded.

Detective Victor: At the moment you're facing a ten year stretch... But you can drop that...


Saeed: I'm not a terrorist

Detective Victor: That's a lie


Detective Victor: What did you do at Albert Square with your friends Ahmed and Saeed?


Saeed: We were chilling


Detective Victor: Chilling doing what?

Saeed: We were just chilling.


Detective Victor: Is chilling killing a hundred people heinously, unmercifully is that what chilling is to you?

Saeed: What do you mean killing people I don't know what you're talking about.


Detective Victor: You know exactly what I'm talking about.


Detective Victor: You and your friends Ahmed and Iqbal, went to the festival in Albert Square, planted a couple bombs and killed hundreds of people.


Saeed: Do you have evidence of this?


Detective Victor: We have so much evidence... Fingerprints, CCTV, DNA. We even have eye witnesses.


Detective Victor: So here's what you're going to do. You're going to infiltrate your little friends gang and get evidence for us.


Saeed: I can't do that!


Detective Victor: On the contrary you may just.


Saeed: And if I don't?


Detective Victor: If you choose to disobey us, we can make you disappear...







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