First nine pages of "Flame" script as of 14/07/09, work in progress.

1. Flame
By
Richard Lackey
Richard Lackey Trevone Cottage
4A Main Rd
St James
Cape Town
7945

2. 1 OPENING SEQUENCE 1
C.U. A RECORD SPINS ON AN OLD TURNTABLE.
BBC RADIO DJ 1
So do you remember when music
came on those plastic discs we
called records?
BBC RADIO DJ 2
I do.
CUT TO
2 INT. RECORDING STUDIO 2
C.U. WRACK SHOT OF A BANK OF MOTORIZED FADERS MOVING.
BBC RADIO DJ 1
It was a dark age before tape,
CD’s, mp3’s and your bloody ipod.
X.C.U. A GUITAR JACK IS PLUGGED INTO AN AMP.
BBC RADIO DJ 2
Yeah, and if you wanted anything
even slightly obscure or rare,
you actually had to order from
the record company, and wait six
weeks for the thing to arrive.
It came all wrapped in plastic.
CUT IN VARIOUS C.U. SHOTS IN STUDIO - DESK - AMPS - DRUMS
- GUITAR - STUDIO RACKS - LIGHTS AND DISPLAYS
BBC RADIO DJ 1
Magic.
If you were lucky it was still in
one piece.
BBC RADIO DJ 2
And then you’d have your friends
round after school for the whole
week to listen to it over and
over again.
BBC RADIO DJ 1
I loved vinyl, I still do,
sometimes I wish it would make a
comeback... but then you can’t
just press a button and add it to
your itunes library, or download
it from a website.
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)

3. CONTINUED: 2.
BBC RADIO DJ 1 (cont’d)
With tape we unleashed a beast,
you could make a copy and give it
to your friend, and he could make
a copy, and granted, it sounded
crap by then but hey, it’s free
isn’t it?
(They laugh)
The radio DJ’s fade out.
CUT TO
3 INT. CAFE, BRIGHTON -- DAY 3
TREVOR LAWRENCE is sipping a cappuccino, downloading a new
track from Pirate Bay. He has his headphones on and is
moving his head to the rythm of some tune playing on his
ipod. At his side is a DJ bag of records.
He opens a new browser tab, and checks his email. He
receives one from Flame Records Inc. of London about a job
interview. This is the message he has been waiting for,
but the interview is in three hours.
His cellphone rings and he answers.
H.R. LADY
Hello, is this Mr. Lawrence?
TREVOR LAWRENCE
Yeah, it is.
Trevor starts to throw his things into his backpack.
H.R. LADY
I’m calling from Flame Records.
I’d like to thank you for sending
us your credentials. Mr.
Robertson would like to see you
today.
TREVOR LAWRENCE
Yeah... thanks, I just received
your mail.
H.R. LADY
So can I tell him to expect you?
Trevor checks his wristwatch.
TREVOR LAWRENCE
I’m on my way.

4. 3.
4 EXT. CAFE, BRIGHTON -- MOMENTS LATER 4
TREVOR LAWRENCE runs out of the cafe nearly knocking over
an old lady. He runs for Brighton station.
CUT TO
5 EXT. KENSINGTON GARDENS, BANDSTAND -- DAY 5
KATY ROBERTSON is waiting impatiently by the bandstand. It
is early on a cold and windy autumn morning. The sun
breaks through the overcast skies. The sound of the birds
can be heard over the low hum of London traffic on a
Monday morning and the golden carpet of leaves on the
ground is swept up by the breeze. Katy takes a look at her
wrist watch
CUT TO
6 INT. VICTORIA STATION -- DAY 6
TREVOR LAWRENCE pushes past the other passengers and steps
off the train from Brighton onto the platform. He stops to
check his watch before walking briskly towards the
Victoria Street exit.
7 INT. VICTORIA STATION, UNDERGROUND -- MOMENTS LATER 7
TREVOR LAWRENCE is almost tripping down the stairs. He
tries in vain to get the ticket reader to accept his
ticket and finally jumps over the turnstile and makes a
run for the Victoria Line as a couple guards make chase.
Trevor pushes his way through a group of tourists and the
guards loose sight of him in the sea of faces.
8 INT. VICTORIA UNDERGROUND, PLATFORM -- MOMENTS LATER 8
TREVOR LAWRENCE rounds the corner onto the platform,
glancing behind him for any sign of the guards. He’s safe.
The train approaches.
CUT TO
9 INT. OFFICE, FLAME RECORDS INC. -- DAY 9
MR. ROBERTSON is sitting at his desk, a stack of paperwork
sits on the desk before him. His walls are covered with
gold and silver colored records and CD’s in fancy cases.
He glances at his wall clock before picking up the C.V. of
one Trevor Lawrence. His phone rings and he picks up on
speakerphone.
(CONTINUED)

5. CONTINUED: 4.
LAWYER
Hi Jim.
MR ROBERTSON
Hi. So this is it?
CUT TO
10 INT. ELEVATOR, FLAME RECORDS INC. -- DAY 10
The elevator doors open and THREE SUITS carrying
briefcases enter. We see only their shoes and briefcases.
They press the button for the top floor. The doors close.
We continue to hear the phone conversation.
LAWYER
I’m afraid so. We needed to sign
them today Jim, today was the day
and it’s fallen through for good
this time. They had a better
offer.
MR ROBERTSON
Shit.
LAWYER
Yes.
11 INT. OFFICE, FLAME RECORDS. -- DAY 11
MR ROBERTSON is sitting back in his chair staring blankly
at the ceiling. He’s still speaking to his lawyer.
MR ROBERTSON
Shit.
MR. ROBERTSON begins typing a message on his cellphone.
MR ROBERTSON (cont’d)
How much time do we have?
CUT TO
12 EXT. KENSINGTON GARDENS, BANDSTAND -- DAY 12
KATY ROBERTSON gently clears the leaves in front of her
with small shuffles of her feet. Hands in her pockets and
her face nuzzled into her warm scarf to keep warm, her
mobile phone vibrates in her pocket as it receives a
message. Hesitantly she takes out her phone and reads the
text.
(CONTINUED)

6. CONTINUED: 5.
MR ROBERTSON
SMS message....Sorry Katy, not
going to make it this morning,
call you later.
The phone conversation continues:
LAWYER
Not long. I think the press have
got wind of it already.
KATY rolls her eyes and sighs, putting her phone back into
her pocket she briskly makes her way out of the bandstand
and across the park to Kensington high street.
We hear the conversation continuing.
MR ROBERTSON
Shit.
LAWYER
Ok. Well, if you can think of
anything, the shareholders aren’t
going to absorb this loss
anymore. We need to give them
something real, concrete, you
know?
MR ROBERTSON sighs.
LAWYER (cont’d)
I’ll call you later.
CUT TO
13 INT. TUBE TRAIN, VICTORIA LINE -- DAY 13
TREVOR LAWRENCE is standing in a crowded tube coach trying
to steady himself with each jostling movement of the
train. He looks at the people around him.
The train approaches Kensington high street station.
Trevor stands. The train stops and the doors open. The
passengers disembark and Trevor steps onto the platform
looking for the exit.
14 INT. ELEVATOR, FLAME RECORDS INC. -- DAY 14
The THREE SUITS stand waiting. A large LED display above
the door indicates thier progress.

7. 6.
15 EXT. KENSINGTON HIGH STREET - DAY 15
KATY ROBERTSON crosses the road and reaches the entrance
to High street Kensington Tube station. Stepping out of
the way of the flow of travelers, she stops at a newspaper
stall and notices a newspaper headline: J ROBERTSON IN
CRISIS? She buys the newspaper. Tucking the paper under
her arm she joins the flow of people making their way into
the station and disappears out of shot.
16 INT. HIGH STREET KENSINGTON TUBE STATION -- DAY 16
TREVOR LAWRENCE stands by the exit turnstile,
apprehensively looking at the ticket slot, holding his
ticket. He inserts it into the slot slowly, it sucks it
out of his fingers.
He waits.
The machine spits out his ticket. Trevor tries again.
TREVOR LAWRENCE
(under his breath) Damn it!
Just take the bloody ticket!
Once again, the machine returns his ticket with a defiant
electronic buzz of contempt.
TREVOR LAWRENCE (cont’d)
(looks around him) Here we
go again.
TREVOR LAWRENCE jumps over the turnstile and makes a run
for the stairs. The guards once again make chase.
17 INT. ELEVATOR, FLAME RECORDS INC. -- DAY 17
The elevator doors open and the men step out into a fancy
reception area.
18 INT. HIGH STREET KENSINGTON TUBE STATION, STAIRWELL -- DAY
18
KATY ROBERTSON is walking down the stairs. Trevor is
running up the stairs and trips falling flat on his face
at her feet. The guards are not far behind, shouting at
him.
KATY ROBERTSON
(slightly shocked)
Are you alright there?
(whilst reaching out her
hand)
here lets get you up...
(CONTINUED)

8. CONTINUED: 7.
Guards arrive at the bottom of the stairwell shouting.
TREVOR LAWRENCE
I’ve got to run.
KATY ROBERTSON
(looking Trevor in the eye
and smiling at him as he
stands facing her)
No problem.
(with a confused look at the
guards)
Are they after you?
The guards seem to have given up as they didn’t run up the
stairs. Katy looks up at Trevor and then at the guards.
19 EXT. HIGH STREET KENSINGTON TUBE STATION, BUS STOP -- DAY
19
TREVOR LAWRENCE see’s his bus across the street and makes
a run for it. Before he reaches the opposite side, another
bus pulls out and hits him to the ground. His records fly
out onto the pavement and some smash.
Katy runs out across the street, but stops mid traffic.
She grabs what’s left of Trevor’s records and puts them in
his bag.
CUT TO
20 INT. OFFICE, FLAME RECORDS INC. -- DAY 20
The three men walk into MR ROBERTSON’S office. MR
ROBERTSON stays seated and does not look well.
MR ROBERTSON siezes up and collapses off his chair. His
secretary and her assistant rush into the office.
CUT TO
21 EXT. HIGH STREET KENSINGTON TUBE STATION, BUS STOP -- DAY
21
TREVOR LAWRENCE is unconscious and a group of onlookers
draw around him.
22 INT. HOSPITAL ACCIDENT AND EMERGENCY WARD -- DAY 22
TREVOR LAWRENCE wakes up to a bright white light, his eyes
adjust to the light and he realizes where he is. He has no
recollection of the accident. He begins to feel the pain
in his body, and his head.
(CONTINUED)

9. CONTINUED: 8.
At the foot of the bed two nurses dressed in blue scrubs
are conversing. One of them is glancing at a green
medicine card and the other is looking at Trevor.
TREVOR LAWRENCE
(with a pained expression)
What happened? ...my head..
NURSE THOMPSON
The Doctor will be in to see you
shortly. Just try to relax.