screen play-draft
Fade in:
Int. Poker room. Night:
In a seedy dark games room lies multiple men splayed out across the room their faces unrecognisable through pools of blood. One man is LYING face down on the table arms STRETCHED out in front of him. Another is CURLED up in the corner of the room face down on the floor his arms and legs are placed neatly at his sides almost as if he was purposefully placed. A third man is SITTING motionless face obscured but a long dark shadow his hand is an the table lightly touching three cards stained with blood.
Cut to:
Int. Living rom. Day.
Kyle, aged 18 a tall stocky man dressed in scruffy cloths with simple colours, is SITTING on a sofa TYPING on his computer, he sits up slouches his shoulders and sighs deeply with exhaustion. He stares off towards nowhere in particular.
Int. Poker room. Night:
In a seedy dark games room lies multiple men splayed out across the room their faces unrecognisable through pools of blood. One man is LYING face down on the table arms STRETCHED out in front of him. Another is CURLED up in the corner of the room face down on the floor his arms and legs are placed neatly at his sides almost as if he was purposefully placed. A third man is SITTING motionless face obscured but a long dark shadow his hand is an the table lightly touching three cards stained with blood.
Cut to:
Int. Living rom. Day.
Kyle, aged 18 a tall stocky man dressed in scruffy cloths with simple colours, is SITTING on a sofa TYPING on his computer, he sits up slouches his shoulders and sighs deeply with exhaustion. He stares off towards nowhere in particular.
MALE (V.O)
(angrily)
...you've got bills to pay...how are you going to pay for your car... i need fifty thousand from you by the end of the month or you are out.
CUT TO:
EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY.
Sounds of cars an the foot steps of people walking echo through the streets.
In the mists of it all Kyle's WALKING BRISKLY in no direction in particular his cheeks are red an his breath is condensing indication of the cold climate.
Kyle STOPS in front of a shop he TURNS TOWARDS the window full of leaflets and posters. He SEES offers for low paying jobs and posters for missing pets. His eyes are drawn towards a laminated note, the words POKER TOURNAMENT CASH PRIZE £100,000 are printed at the top in bold lettering. Kyle's eyes WIDEN and a grin forms upon seeing this, he removes the note from the window and WALKS off the way he came with a skip in his step.
INT. POKER ROOM. NIGHT.
We open up in a dark sparsely lit room facing a door. The door OPENS Kyle WALKS through PANNING his head left to right, he SEES a long rectangular wooden table with one man sitting on the left side and a second at the head far from the door. The first man Edmund is rabid looking wearing a suit and tie, his fingers tapping the table impatiently. The second dressed the same but with a black hat covering his eyes and the rest of his figure swollen by a shadow know to a few as Dunstan.
The Shadowy Man tilts his head to the side an indication Kyle takes as an order to sit. Kyle walks round the table and takes the seat opposite Edmund, Kyle notices that Edmund is scouling at him in a way that a predator looks at its pray, Kyle looks over towards the Shadow Man for reassurance but receives no acknowledgement, Kyle reverts his eyes to the floor uncomfortably.
Seconds later the door opens again, a forth man Cenric confidently walks through towards the head of the table with a silver case in hand wearing a red shirt and black waist coat. He places the case on the table and opens it towards the other players revealing a bright light from the case. All three when lean towards the case mouths gaping in awe.
We open up in a dark sparsely lit room facing a door. The door OPENS Kyle WALKS through PANNING his head left to right, he SEES a long rectangular wooden table with one man sitting on the left side and a second at the head far from the door. The first man Edmund is rabid looking wearing a suit and tie, his fingers tapping the table impatiently. The second dressed the same but with a black hat covering his eyes and the rest of his figure swollen by a shadow know to a few as Dunstan.
The Shadowy Man tilts his head to the side an indication Kyle takes as an order to sit. Kyle walks round the table and takes the seat opposite Edmund, Kyle notices that Edmund is scouling at him in a way that a predator looks at its pray, Kyle looks over towards the Shadow Man for reassurance but receives no acknowledgement, Kyle reverts his eyes to the floor uncomfortably.
Seconds later the door opens again, a forth man Cenric confidently walks through towards the head of the table with a silver case in hand wearing a red shirt and black waist coat. He places the case on the table and opens it towards the other players revealing a bright light from the case. All three when lean towards the case mouths gaping in awe.
CENRIC
Let it begin
Cenric takes the at the head of the table opposite the dark man
MONTAGE
END MONTAGE
Edmund is staring down at his cards shaking, we see that he only has a single pair while Kyle has two pairs and the Shadow Man has four of a kind both unaware of his bad hand. He looks down at the table showing that he has only one chip left, after this round he'll be out. He looks around solely with his eyes he stares at Cenric he nods his head to the table. Edmund puts down his cards revealing his hand
CENRIC
(quietly)
The round is won by Dunstan. Congratulations.
Cenric moves the hand to the winner
CENRIC
But unfortunately we have a loser
Edmund begins to push back his chair
EDMUND
(pleadingly)
Please. Don't.
Kyle looks over at Edmund puzzled. He opens his mouth to speak... Cenric pulls out a revolver from his wast coat points at Edmund and fires. Bang... Edmund lurches backwards and falls to the floor, Kyle jumps out of his chair his face forming a horrified expression, a pool of blood forms around Edmunds head. Cenric points the revolver at Kyle.
CENRIC
(commandingly)
sit
Cenric's expression has become serious, he glares at Kyle menacingly, Kyle edges slowly towards his seat and retakes is posting at the table. A predatory toothy grin forms on Cenric's face.
CENRIC
()
Good, good good.
TO DO
add flash backs
finish montage
complete ending
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