Production - Script draft 4

NEWS FLASH
By MARC TIMKO & CHRIS HALES
Script Draft 4

1. INT – JOURNALISTS WRITING ROOM - DAY


The room is dark with a Smokey hue, it's around 8 in thw morning.. In one side of the room there is medium sized desk with a classic type writer in the centre. Before the desk is a small wooden chair with an overly large coat hooked on the back, and besides the type writer, a used ash tray, a small note book and a fountain pen.


BEGIN TITLES – SUPERIMPOSE


A light from down the hall turns off, and after a few seconds MICHAEL LANG walks in holding a measure of whisky in one hand. He enters the room with an un-tucked and creased shirt with black suspended trousers. He appears to have a straight face and seems uninterested in his drink holding it a slant. He walks up to his desk, gets comfortable and prepares his type writer whilst taking constant sips of his whisky. Once ready he finishes his drink with a large final mouthful.

END TITLES

The First paragraph is written onto the type writer

MICHEAL

(V.O.)
It was the Seventeenth of September 1947 when a successful young man by the name of John Leyden was


MICHAEL stops wipes his brow and takes a obvious gulp

MICHAEL

(CONT’D)

Brutally murdered in cold blood by an unknown offender, reason unknown.

Again MICHEAL pauses; he squints his eyes a little and slowly clenches his right fist. CUT TO hand.

MICHEAL

(CONT’D)
And it’s my Job to find out why. Because the worst thing was, he was my friend.


He takes the near empty bottle besides his table and takes another large draught of whisky before slamming the finished bottle on the table, quickly standing; he grabs his old fashioned phone dials a number quickly.

MICHEAL

(Causual)Tell the Boss I might be late for work.

MICHEAL pause and listens to the man on the phone

MICHEAL

(ANNOYED)
And don't tell me it's the 5th time this week. Stories like this don't write 'em selves you know, you need some eager beaver like myself, to do all the work for you (40s Slang).




He slams down the phone, grabs his coat, notebook and pen and rushes out of the door slamming it behind him.

FADE TO BLACK

 2. EXT – MURDERSCENE OF VICTIM - DAY 

It is late afternoon. A young man is lying on the floor with his mouth open a little. He has three bullet wounds to the chest and an apparent broken nose with blood streaming from it. There’s a shadow of a man on the wall in the background holding a gun in his right hand and a cigarette in his mouth, he is also wearing a 1940s styled het. The man appears to look at his victim for a short while before the sound of (S.F.X.) sirens appears in the background; the man flees from the scene.