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JAKE
(shouting)
Stop and put your hands up!
MIKE
(panting)
I don’t get paid enough for this shit.
CHRIS turns down a corner road a bit further up. The officers
are still chasing.
JAKE
He went down there.
JAKE and MIKE turn the corner and CHRIS is nowhere to be seen.
They both stop at the corner.
MIKE puts his hands on his knees, bends down and is out of
breath.
MIKE
(Panting)
Well… you are wearing a pair of Reeboks…
JAKE
And?
MIKE
(Panting)
Only paedos wear those.
JAKE
I thought they looked pretty cool.
MIKE
(panting)
Nah… Ralph Harris wore those… He was in the advert
for them.
JAKE
Alright, come on. Lets go back to the car.
MIKE
(Panting)
Can… you give me… a minute.
JAKE
Piss off. If you ran faster then we would’ve caught
Him. But no, your fatass couldn’t even outrun a
person in a wheelchair.
MIKE
I told you before, I’ve got a dodgy kidney.
JAKE looks at MIKE for a brief second, sighs, then walks away
back towards the car.
JAKE
And how many times have I told you, your kidney has
nothing to do with the fact you’re an unhealthy lard
ass.
JAKE gets in the driver’s seat. Looks forward and waits for
MIKE to get in the car.
MIKE gets into the car, sits down, pulls out his phone and his
crisps and scrolls his phone. JAKE’s face stares blankly into
nothing.
MIKE
(Confused)
Wait a minute.
JAKE
What is it?
MIKE
That guy we just chased; I know him.
JAKE
What do you mean you know him?
MIKE
We went to school together.
JAKE
He was wearing a balaclava; how could you possibly
know it was him?
MIKE shows his phone to JAKE. JAKE reads out loud what the
phone says.
MIKE
Yeah he only lives around the corner. I went round
there when I was younger.
JAKE
Then lets go and get this fucker.
MIKE
Hell. Motherfucking. yeah!
JAKE
Shut up wetty.
JAKE and MIKE arrive at CHRIS’ house. They get out of the car
and walk to the front door.
JAKE
So this is where he lives.
MIKE
Yeah if I remember correctly. I came round here a
couple times to get my glasses back. He used to
steal them.
JAKE
Probably.
MIKE
Maybe he was expecting someone.
JAKE
It was rhetorical you melt.
An hour passes and neither one of them has found CHRIS. MIKE
walks into the room JAKE is searching.
MIKE
Found him yet?
JAKE
(sarcastically)
Oh yeah, bumped into him not that long ago. He’s
taking a shower. Of course I haven’t found him.
MIKE
Oh, well I’ve checked downstairs 3 times over and
nothing. Guess he’s not here then.
JAKE
Yeah I guess he probably fled ages ago.
MIKE checks his phone as JAKE sits on the bed, stares at the
floor and sighs.
MIKE
Hang on a second.
MIKE shows JAKE his phone again. JAKE reads it out loud.
JAKE
“They’ve been here for an hour and still haven’t
found me lol. Kitchen cupboard for the win.”
MIKE
I know I-.
JAKE
I don’t want to hear what you have to say. I just
want you to be out of my sight as soon as possible.
JAKE and MIKE both go into the kitchen. Stand in front of the
cupboard and open it up.
CHRIS
(nervous)
Surprise…
MIKE
Shut it, wetty.
JAKE
Don’t ever say that again.
FIN