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Audio Drama in development (extract)

 

 

SCENE 6 – RIVER BANK, WEST LONDON

 

 

FLOWING WATER, HERON CRIES, DISTANT BUILDING SITES, TRAFFIC.

 

 

IAN (V.O.):

St Mungo’s. Never been back. Never cared to. But I was early. One of those hazy days it’s going to get hot. Herons standing in the mud, cooling off. Used to stare at them out the window when I was a kid, the others all saying grace. I thought, you could bite their legs off. Bet they taste nice.

 

 

IAN SHUFFLES THROUGH LONG GRASS.

A PADLOCKED CHAIN LINK FENCE RATTLES.

 

 

IAN (V.O.):

And now. The state of it.

 

MR ADEGOKE:

Can I aid you, man?

 

IAN:

Just taking a leak. You Security on this place?

 

MR ADEGOKE:

You can piss in the river, from the towpath. Thames don’t mind. Private here.

 

IAN:

...Don’t I – ?

 

MR ADEGOKE:

Says private on the sign.

 

IAN:

– Weren’t you mister.. the caretaker? Mister Adegoke? Back when it was the kids’ home. It’s Ian. Ian Black.

 

MR ADEGOKE:

(BLANK) Ian Black.

 

IAN:

Piri’s little brother. We burned down the shed that time.

 

MR ADEGOKE:

(BLANK) Uh huh.

 

IAN:

All that paint.“Whumpf!” You trusted him with the key. Piri Black.

 

MR ADEGOKE:

Piri Black.

 

IAN:

Satowicz these days. He got adopted, remember?

 

MR ADEGOKE:

Huh. They came and went, the kids.

 

IAN:

Yeh, yeh. Adopted. Musical family. Not me, though. Remember me? Ian.

 

MR ADEGOKE:

Nope.

 

IAN:

I remember you. Criminal, taking one kid and not the other. Wouldn’t happen these days. Not that I cared. Glad the place is boarded up, to be honest.

 

MR ADEGOKE:

High grade offices, was the idea –

 

IAN:

There he is – (CALLING) Piri! Look who it is!

 

MR ADEGOKE:

Can’t get the rents now. They pull it down for luxury flats, penthouse. So piss where you like, my friend.

 

PIRI:

(OFF): This way, Ian. Towpath.

 

IAN:

(CALLING) Hey, look, it’s Mister –

 

PIRI:

(OFF) Ian.

 

IAN:

OK – I –

 

 

IAN HESITATES, THEN FOLLOWS HIM THROUGH LONG GRASS

 

 

IAN:

See you, Mister Adegoke.

 

MR ADEGOKE:

Peace.

 

 

 

 

SCENE 7: TOWPATH BY THE THAMES

 

IAN LEAFS THROUGH PAGES, SCRIBBLES

 

 

 

PIRI:

A notebook. Is that wise?

 

IAN:

Force of habit. Punters like it.

 

PIRI:

That’s evidence, surely.

 

IAN:

Might be in code for all you know.

 

PIRI:

Is it?

 

IAN:

Is it hell. Pencil’s not even sharp. All in the head. So, let me get this straight: Richmond boat on the return, yes? The half hour one. And the target’s the only one on deck. How come? How’d you know?

 

PIRI:

Speeches going on inside, it’s all arranged. It’s a private boat, private do.

 

IAN:

Why that one?

 

PIRI:

That boat? It’s vintage, apparently. The guard rail is too low, they’ll go over into the water. Either no-one will know what’s happened, full stop, or they’ll know too late to make a difference. The body will have to be retrieved and there’s a mud bank impeding the police boats at low tide. It’ll be hours before it’s a thing. Days maybe. You’ll have more than enough time to get away and say your prayers.

 

IAN:

You’ve done your homework. My homework.

 

PIRI:

Ever thus, Ian.

 

IAN:

‘Ever thus’. Get you. Still a Catholic, then?

 

PIRI:

You’ve got to be something. And it’s easier than thinking up what else to be. Which reminds me: bullets.

 

IAN:

My business, thanks. I’m not a kid.

 

PIRI:

Thought I’d source them for you so I could get them blessed.
(OFF IAN’S RESPONSE) Thought you’d like that.

 

IAN:

So – what? – you go in a church and the priest goes ‘sure thing, nice bullets, humpty dumpty, flibberty wotsit – ’ ?

 

PIRI:

I told him they were from the First World War. Good luck charms.

 

IAN:

Doesn’t that, like.. cancel it out, if it’s a lie?

 

PIRI:

Sometimes a little bit of a lie isn’t a bad thing. If it gets the right result.

 

IAN:

Must’ve missed that page. (BEAT) You’re weird. My fuckin brother is a weirdo.

 

 

IAN LAUGHS. PIRI JOINS IN THIS TIME.

 

 

IAN (V.O.):

It felt good saying ‘my brother’. It felt really, like… good.[...]

 

 

 

 

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