EXT. UNDER BRIDGE BY CANAL.EVENING.
VINCE is slumped on a wooden bench. Elbows digging into his
thigh, leaning over his knees, and cradling his head as he
HUMS manically. His quiet murmuring ECHOS eerily around the
Bold, heavy FOOTSTEPS can be heard from the other end of the
bridge, as JOEY (a shadowy figure) makes his way rapidly
VINCE stops HUMMING as, with a grin he lifts his chin
slightly to look at JOEY. VINCE's voice is slurred and he
appears out of focus.
Well would you look who it is! How
Bending over to his side, VINCE reaches for a beer bottle
from his collection. In a clumsy effort, it CLINKS as the
glass bottles nudge against one another. Looking back up at
Joey, he shoves the bottle into JOEY's chest and smiles.
JOEY stares for a few moments at VINCE, his expression harsh
but contemplative. As though holding back the urge to smash
the bottle right over his face.
Realising JOEY isn't here for a friendly visit, VINCE pulls
the bottle back and takes a big swig of his drink before
resting it in his lap.
Remind me again why I ever got
involved with you.
(Cutting in)Because you're just as
fucked up as I am and you need the
JOEY looks away, standing very still and almost shrinking
A frown forms on VINCE's face, and he begins to move his
arms as he speaks, the tone of his voice slightly sarcastic,
and his volume steadily increasing with impatience.
So Then. You here to give me a
package or somethin', or just to
waste my time?- Cos know what? I'm
really not in the mood.
JOEY avoids looking VINCE in the eye as he UTTERS something
under his breath.
VINCE stumbles up from the bench, the bottle rolls off his
lap and SMASHES onto the floor. He staggers his way towards
JOEY. His stance hard and aggressive.
What the fuck did you just say?
JOEY backs off shaking his head.
You're drunk. I ain'tdoin' this
VINCE moves even closer to JOEY. His sheer size dominating
I'm not playing games. What are you
even here for?
Back off Vince.
You already owe me. If you don't
play ball I'll smash in that empty
skull of yours.
...I'm not doing this. Talk to me
when you're sober.
Without hesitation, VINCE moves in close to JOEY. Kneeing
him between the legs with a THUMP, he snatches him by his
hair and hurls him into the canal with a loud SMACK and
SPLASH into the cold water.
JOEY BURSTS through the surface of the canal, gaggling and
splurting, he slashes his limps through the water violently,
swimming to the other side, before eventually clambering
out, groaning in pain, and PANTING as he gains his breathe.
He slowly looks up at VINCE still on the other side. VINCE
casually takes another swig of his drink.
You know. (Breathless) I'm am sick
of cleaning up your mess.
JOEY heaves himself up standing, soaked.
You know what? Just fuck it. You're
in deep shit anyway. You better
findJOHNY before he finds you..
VINCE ignores him and carries on drinking, staring anywhere
but at JOEY.
JOEY scowls at VINCE one last time before limping off. His
FOOTSTEPS ECHO as he staggers his way up the stairs
and over the bridge.