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INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY DAMIEN, late 20s, dressed in a smart suit and tie, enters the interview room. Inside, three women - two middle aged and one young - are waiting for him behind a desk. LEAD INTERVIEWER Mr Ruckford. She offers Damien her hand to shake: He takes two seconds longer then it should to react, before grasping her hand. DAMIEN (Rapidly and garbled) Nice to pleasure to meet you... Nice to. It's obvious he's trying to come off as outgoing, but it doesn't sit well. Pale. Heavy brows. Thin. He gives off an impression of general unhealthiness. LEAD INTERVIEWER Ms Heartly. Pleasure. My colleagues, Ms Jamision and Ms Greatham. Damien moves to shake the hand of the dark haired YOUNG INTERVIEWER. DAMIEN I it's pleasure to meet you. (Glancing over at the last interviewer) And you. Nice, not as nice but good to meet you. Nice. LEAD INTERVIEWER Yes, well, Mr Ruckford, lets begin with asking you a few questions. Questions? DAMIEN
The lead interviewer shares a glance with the other MIDDLE AGED INTERVIEWER. Already, Damien is about to be struck off their list. LEAD INTERVIEWER You are in an interview, Mr Ruckford. Questions are a natural consequence. DAMIEN What uh... which questions? The two interviewers share another glance. LEAD INTERVIEWER ... Let's start, shall we, with
what interested you in applying for a job in telesales? DAMIEN Interested? Many reasons, I I money largely and I'm good at talking to people, them and er... I don't don't like challenges. While talking, Damien's gaze TRANSFIXES onto the young interviwer. MIDDLE AGED INTERVIEWER Yes... would you be able to give an example of when you have used your people skills? DAMIEN Example? Uh... On the bus the bus, the driver missed my stop, the cunt went past, he missed my stop and I and I told him to stop the fucking bus and he did. Stopped. LEAD INTERVIEWER Mr Ruckford, please remember you are in a professional situation and that your language should reflect it thus. DAMIEN Language? I... what did IMIDDLE AGED INTERVIEWER Could you tell us about your previous work? DAMIEN Er... Self employed worked for myself. I sold, traded laptops. Easy money not alot of it. That's why I why I applied for this, y'know? LEAD INTERVIEWER (After a pause) And anything else? DAMIEN It was bollocks. MIDDLE AGED INTERVIEWER Mr Ruckford, any skills that you learnt from your past work that you would, perceivably, be able to apply as an employee with us? DAMIEN I none that's that's why I applied. A moron could do it.
Throughout the whole interview, Damien's eyes are transfixed on the young interviewer who is silently staring back. LEAD INTERVIEWER Mr Ruckford... I think we've heard enough. I'll assume you can find your way to the exit. DAMIEN So I have the job? You're giving it, I have the job? BLACK FRAMES: MY LIFE INT. FLAT - MORNING Damien wakes up to another day. The clock reads 7:56. He reaches under the bed and pulls out a cardboard BOX, removes the lid and takes out a photo to look at, morose. We can only see the back of the photo. He picks up another and another, then puts the box away to get up. He walks through the cluttered, one room flat; filled with laptops and mess. The TV is on in the background showing a repeat of "Everybody Loves Raymond". One wall is covered with more PHOTOS, but we only get to glance at it as Damien enters the bathroom. LATER: Dressed, he packages laptops in bubble wrap and boxes. LATER AGAIN: Damien dials a number on his home phone. PARK WOMAN 01324 654782, Regan Wellers, who's speaking please? Damien stays silent, closing his eyes at the sound of her voice and inhaling deeply. PARK WOMAN Hello? Hello? Who is this? Suddenly panicked, he SLAMS the phone down. EXT. PARK - DAY Wearing shades and a cap pulled low, Damien sits in the park on a bench with an ice cream. He is surrounded by families, couples, friends having fun. He ignores them; staring elsewhere. Walking down the path towards him are THREE YOUNG WOMEN, two of them talking animatedly, the third just smiling and listening to the conversation. Damien focuses in on the
third: She has mousy brown, short hair. Not Hollywood pretty at all, but there is something unique in her face. Damien watches her intently, tensing as they come close to him, close enough for him to hear the conversation. He sucks deeply on the ice cream as they wander past, not even blinking to break his gaze. INT. FLAT - NIGHT Alone, Damien cooks two plates of food, puts one on the table and takes the other to eat sitting on a sofa to stare at the wall of photos. We now see they are all of the woman from the park. In the background, the unwatched TV still plays "Everybody Loves Raymond". He moves to dial a number on the phone... INT. FLAT - MORNING It's 7:56 again. LATER: Packaging laptops, again. EXT. PARK - DAY Damien, once more wearing shades and a cap, waiting in the same spot in the park. The snippets of Damien's life are starting to become sharper. Quicker. RHYTHMIC. EXT. STREET - NIGHT Damien sits in a rust-bucket car watching, absorbed, the park woman in her house as she watches TV. INT. FLAT - MORNING Damien awakes at 7:56. up pace now. CUTS TO: Packaging laptops. CUTS TO: Staring at photo wall. CUTS TO: Cooking for two. CUTS TO: Watching park woman. The snippets of his life really picking Damien wakes up. Another day.
CUTS TO: Silent on the phone. CUTS TO: Looking at box of unknown photos. The snippets get quicker and quicker; faster and faster until Damien's mundane, repetitive life is just a BLUR to the brain. Until... EXT. PARK - DAY Everything STOPS: We are through the looking glass of Damien's existence. He is standing in the park, stationary. The park woman, twenty meters in front of him, also still. She has her back to him. The park is deserted, but we can still hear the sounds of people having a good time DISTORTED in the background. The park woman starts to walk forwards. Damien follows. She winds her way through the empty park, Damien always keeping a short distance behind her. She never turns around. Dreamily, the background SHIFTS... EXT. TOWN - DAY They are on a town high street. Still deserted. We can hear the distorted sounds of people from the town in the background. The park woman walks down the street, looking curiously at shops, left and right but never behind. Damien follows. Eventually, she enters a DVD store that posters seem to suggest specializes in porn and erotica. Damien is about to enter himself, when: VOICE O.S (Loud and clear) Why don't you come and see them? BLUNT CUT: INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY Damien and another, slightly younger man sit at a table in a fully populated coffee shop. The younger man, DAVID, dressed in a sharp suit that screams six figure salary, Blackberry and company car. Damien, at unease, dressed scruffily as usual. His hair styled differently to suggest this is from a different time frame. DAVID Eh? You haven't seen either of them in years. Not since John was three. You don't even send birthday cards,
for Pete's sake. DAMIEN I don't have your can't find don't have your address. DAVID I've given it to you enough times, already. You could paper your walls with it by now. (Beat) Look, I'll write it down for you again. Really, the kids think Santa is more real then their uncle... David writes out his address using a fountain pen and puts it in front of Damien. He eyes it almost suspiciously. DAVID Here's an idea, how about you give me your address for once? DAMIEN I don't want want you bothering me. I'm busy, don't want- Busy. DAVID Look, Damien, I'm your brother. Brother's are supposed to know where each other live. Family is supposed to know where the rest of it lives. Forget my kids, you haven't spoken to Mum and Dad in years. They miss you. DAMIEN No, they don't. Here. DAVID Write down your address.
David pushes the pen and paper at Damien. He writes down "N/A" on the pad. As an afterthought, he adds underneath "Twat". On reading this message, David sighs. DAVID Damien... Your phone number then? Or do you still unplug it everyday like you did at home? DAMIEN I don't there's no I don't own a phone. DAVID Why do I not believe that for a second? (Sighs)
We're just worried about you, Damien. You are taking care of yourself? Are you working? DAMIEN We can't all be all be corporate bastards, little brother. Arseholes. David. DAVID And your medication...? Damien reacts to this, face tensing. DAMIEN No. DAVID It shows. Perhaps, you would plug in your phone if you did... EXT. PARK - DAY Damien is once again in his spot in the park, surrounded by people, waiting for the park woman to walk by. She does. As she passes silently by with her two chatty friends, something else catches his gaze. Across the park, sitting on the grass alone under a tree, a MAN sits with dark glasses and a hat like Damien. He is staring at the park woman as she wanders past, head following her movements... Even with his shades, we see Damien's brows furrow as he regards the man across the park. INTERCUT: INT. FLAT BATHROOM - MORNING We still clearly hear the BACKGROUND sounds of the park. Damien traces a smiley face in the condensation on the mirror door of a cabinet. CUTS BACK to Damien watching the man in the park, then returns to the bathroom scene as Damien SWIPES the condensation and smiley face off the mirror to reveal his pallid face. CUTS BACK again to the park. The man turns his head slowly to stare at Damien before the scene returns to the bathroom: Damien opens the mirror door of the cabinet to stare at a bottle of unopened PILLS. CUTS TO: EXT. PARK - DAY
The man is staring, unmoving, at Damien. After a moment more, Damien stands up and crosses the park to approach the man to stand directly in front of him. The man still stares at the bench that Damien had been sitting on. DAMIEN What do you what do you think you're doing? The man does not react. DAMIEN I said, what do you, didn't you- I said what do you think you're doing? Still, the man does not move a muscle. DAMIEN Listen to me, you little shit, fuck faced, what do you - listen to me what are you doing staring at her? The man takes his hat off to reveal a BALD head. He then slowly turns his gaze to look at Damien. DAMIEN Are you? I- admit it you sick- Are you? BALD MAN (Beat)
Damien, unnerved, can't manage to articulate any more words and he stumbles to walk away FAST. In the background, we can see the bald man moving his head to follow Damien's progress. Damien looks over his shoulder to see the bald man still staring at him. INT. FLAT - NIGHT Damien is cooking dinner. For perhaps the first time, the phone RINGS. Damien freezes. Slowly, he walks over to the phone, but does not pick up the receiver. The phone continues to RING. Damien pushes back the curtain a little to peer out the window into the street. It is empty except for a few cars. He picks up the receiver. Silence. Damien does not say a word. After a long pause, Damien hears deep BREATHING from the phone. Spooked, he slams down the receiver.
There is a SCREECH of car wheels and Damien looks again out the window to see a car SPEED off into the night. EXT. PARK - DAY Damien sits on his bench in the park. His park woman, alone, walks past as usual. Across the park, Damien can see the BALD MAN gazing, transfixed, at him. Gripped by resolution, Damien jumps up and strides after the park woman, grabbing her by the elbow. She lets out a startled noise of surprise. DAMIEN (Voice low) You're in danger. I- What? PARK WOMAN
DAMIEN You're in danger! PARK WOMAN Who...? What do you mean "danger"? DAMIEN Danger. From... (Damien glances over his shoulder at the bald man who is still watching them. Damien takes off his shades.) I uh... it's not safe. PARK WOMAN Do I- Not safe from what? DAMIEN I we I can't talk here, not it's not safe. We need to be to go somewhere with... (With a note of disgust - it pains him to say it) People. Safety with people. The park woman stares at Damien suspiciously. PARK WOMAN ... We're in a park. In broad daylight. Kids and families everywhere. How is that notDAMIEN It's I you- listen to me! You need to get- you've got to get out of here. You have to go somewheresomewhere-
Damien loses what he wants to say. him suspiciously.
The park woman again regards
PARK WOMAN ... Tell me, right now, who are you? DAMIEN I you er... can't, not yet, I can't talk. Not here. PARK WOMAN ... Where then? DAMIEN Where? Uh... I... er... Damien stares into the distance thinking. His gaze falls on a restaurant a little way off from the park. INT. RESTAURANT - DAY Damien and the park woman sit in a crowded not-so-fancy restaurant. Damien is eating a meal, there is nothing served in front of the woman. She is staring at him. Definitely mistrusting. He stares right back. PARK WOMAN ... Is this enough people for you? The park woman always speaks slowly using short, to the point sentences. She always takes a moment to think through what she's going to say before speaking it. DAMIEN (Suppressing a shudder) No. Yes... No. PARK WOMAN ... So it's safe? DAMIEN Yes. PARK WOMAN ... Safe from what? As Damien and the park woman converse, the surrounding restaurant customers give the pair dirty looks as if they're acting strangely. DAMIEN (He rubs his thumb subconsciously up and down his table knife) From everyone, from er... (Damien pauses to lean towards
the park woman to speak low) Have you ever uh... ever felt watched? Thought that someone was looking... always looking always at you? PARK WOMAN (Beat) DAMIEN No? No. PARK WOMAN
DAMIEN Because because, you know- Because in the park. In the park there is there's... a man. A man he's bald, no hair who stares at you everyday. PARK WOMAN ... A bald man? Yes. DAMIEN Everyday.
PARK WOMAN ... And you think he's dangerous? DAMIEN I no, yes, I don't- yes. PARK WOMAN ... How do you know? DAMIEN I uh... saw him. PARK WOMAN Everyday? DAMIEN Yes I... always. PARK WOMAN Then we should call the police. DAMIEN No! Not the I can't, not them they, no. PARK WOMAN ... Why not? DAMIEN Because... because they don't know,
don't have any fucking clue how... no. PARK WOMAN (After a moment spent carefully scrutinizing Damien) Are you crazy? DAMIEN What? PARK WOMAN Are you crazy? Damien doesn't react. PARK WOMAN You come up to me when you don't even know my name, to tell me I'm in danger. From what you won't say until we're in here. And then, when I suggest going to the police to get help, the safe thing to do, you protest. YouDAMIEN
PARK WOMAN I can't help wondering if this is all one long, sick pick up line to get me into bed. Because I can tell you now, it's not working. DAMIEN (Beat) Maybe you're the one that's crazy. PARK WOMAN ... Do bald men stalk crazy women? DAMIEN Yes, crazy people. Yes. PARK WOMAN ... What's your name? Damien finishes the last bite of his meal before answering. CUTS TO: EXT. STREET - A DIFFERENT DAY A couple of kids are playing in the street. DAMIEN (V.O.) (Answering the park woman's question)
Ruckford. David Ruckford. Damien sits in his car watching the kids. From a nearby house David and, what we presume to be, his wife come out to usher the kids inside. Damien watching all the time. Once they are inside, he opens the car door an inch. Hesitates. Then slams it shut. In frustration he bangs his head against the steering wheel setting off the HORN... EXT. OUTSIDE RESTAURANT - DAY The sound of the horn still REVERBERATES. Damien and the park woman leave the restaurant to step out into the street. PARK WOMAN ... Well, thank you for the warning and ifDamien suddenly lunges out to kiss her long and deep. At first she responds kissing him back, then with a sudden, complete change of heart she SLAPS him hard across the face. PARK WOMAN Freak! Stay the hell away from me! Damien stares, dumbstruck, at her as she marches furiously away from him. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a photo, looking from the park woman to the photo to the park woman. INT. FLAT - NIGHT Damien blue tacks the photo to his wall, sitting back on his sofa to stare at his montage of photos. "Everybody Loves Raymond" still plays in the background. EXT. PARK - DAY Damien is no longer sitting in his normal place, but lingering around a tree watching the bald man who is sitting on the grass, seemingly oblivious to Damien's presence. The park woman with her two chatty friends walk past. The bald man observes them and, once there is a large enough distance, he slowly stands up to begin following them. Damien, likewise, follows. All of them progress slowly through the park, back out onto the street until they reach the park woman's small house. EXT. STREET - DAY Waving goodbye, one of the chatty friends continue down the street. The park woman friend enter the house. The friend enters the door and closing it as the park woman parts ways to and her other first, unlocking slips inside. Damien,
The bald man has stepped into a nearby alley.
crouching behind a car, watches him as he pulls out GAROTTE WIRE from his coat... Damien panics. He glances to the house, to the alleyway and then again to the house. The bald man plays with the wire as if warming up... Decided, Damien runs over to the house to HAMMER urgently on the door. The chatty BLONDE WOMAN opens it to find a frantic Damien on the porch. DAMIEN (Even more rapid and incomprehensible then usual) The bald man! Here I he's bald man here! BLONDE WOMAN (Blankly) Sorry, what? DAMIEN The bald man! Here! The man the bald man I told you talked- here! He's outside! BLONDE WOMAN Look, I'm sorry, but I can't like understand a word you're saying, slow down. DAMIEN The man from the from the park who I I told you about- he's not watching, he's waiting forBLONDE WOMAN Er... news flash for ya, I've never spoken to you before in my life. Damien seems to think he's talking to someone else. DAMIEN Yes you I I the other day, remember? I remember, you me in the restaurant. Outside the restaurant I... you... BLONDE WOMAN Restaurant? What are you on about? I think you've got like the wrong address. DAMIEN I haven't got the wrong fucking address! There's over there the man wire he's - I told you!
BLONDE WOMAN Look, you've never said a word to me before. You're confusingDAMIEN I'm not confusing not confusing anything! You're Regan Wellers, fucking 01324 654782! BLONDE WOMAN (Beat) That's not even the right area code. She SLAMS the door in Damien's face. Damien hammers again on the door. There is no response. He continues knocking furiously to no avail. Angrily, Damien returns to the street, KICKING over a group of trash cans to stalk down the ally. The bald man has disappeared. Damien doesn't seem to realise or care as he stomps away. INT. FLAT - LATE AFTERNOON Enraged, Damien SLAMS his flat door open and begins to RIP the photos furiously off the wall. The floor becomes littered with photos swirling at his feet. The photos change. They are no longer photos but pieces of paper with addresses and phone numbers written on them. Two or three phone numbers/addresses written over and over again on different pieces of paper. Damien is oblivious to the change and continues to tear down the pieces of paper from the wall. The TV, in the corner, is switched off, screen cracked and dusty. Damien, still furious, turns from the wrecked "photo" montage to reach under his bed for the cardboard box. He tips the contents onto the floor - these are still photos, but photos that have been taken a long time ago of him and what is clearly his family. Together. Damien lights a match and sets fire to the pile of photos. He watches, stationary, eyes malicious at the blaze. As he watches them burn, his anger seems to ebb away to be replaced with another emotion. He looks over to the phone, which we see is unplugged. Damien picks up one of the pieces of paper with a phone number on it, plugs in the phone and picks up the receiver. We hear the DIAL TONE that we never heard before on his previous phone calls. Damien hesitates. Eyes conflicted. Listening to the dial tone.
He, sadly, puts the receiver down and unplugs the phone. He looks down to see that the paper that was in his hand has become a photo of the park woman, his park woman. Damien turns around to face the room. All the pieces of paper have become photos of the park woman again. The TV is on, playing "Everybody Loves Raymond" in the background. The pile of burning photos have disappeared from the room. Damien stares at his beloved photos. ... The phone rings.
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