Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Part 14


INT. TERRY’S HOME.


Terry and Dan enter.


LUCY (O.S)
Terrance Black! Where the fuck have you been?


LUCY is standing at the other end of the warm, clean and well-lit living room, arms outstretched. Her anger turns to concern.


LUCY
and what has happened to your face? I've been so worried. Look at the state of you!


Terry holds up his hands.


                             TERRY
I know! I know I'm late...


LUCY
and who's this?


Lucy looks at Dan suspiciously.


DAN
Errr


TERRY
I'll explain, I'll explain. Put the kettle on and I'll tell you whats happened.


Dan puts his hand on his chest.


DAN
I'm Dan.


A door to their right opens, LALYA enters.


LAYLA
Hi Dan.


She walks over to Terry and goes up on tiptoes. She kisses him on the cheek and smiles.


LAYLA
Hi Dad. Are you in trouble again?


TERRY
It's been a long day and your Mums yelling at me.


Terry grins and puts his arm around Layla, kissing her forehead.
Layla walks into the living room.


LAYLA
See mum, I told you Dad was fine.


Smiling, Lucy gives her daughter the middle finger.


LUCY
Tea Dan?


DAN
Please


LUCY (TO LAYLA)
Put the kettle on hun.


Layla goes into the kitchen.


LUCY (TO DAN)
Make yourself at home.


She gestures to the sofa.


LUCY
Please.


Lucy beckons to Terry.


LUCY
Come 'ere you silly sod.


Dan sits down on the sofa and looks down as Terry and Lucy embrace in a passionate kiss.


LAYLA (O.S)
Get a room.


Terry and Lucy look into each others eyes as they break from their kiss. Terry looks around his wife at Dan who is sitting nervously on the edge of the sofa.


TERRY
You alright mate? You can chill here, it's as safe as it can be.


Lucy notices Terrys facial wounds.


LUCY
State of you.


She licks her thumb and cleans encrusted blood off his eyebrow.


LUCY
I'll get some bandages.


Lucy leaves. Layla comes in with a tray of tea. She walks over to Dan, smiling.


LAYLA
There you go.


Dan cups the steaming mug and looks into her brown eyes.


DAN
Thank you.


He looks down at the rippling tea, it becomes a greasy grey puddle.


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