Vince is drunk and slumped on a bench under a bridge near a canal, humming manically. Joey approaches and Vince offers him a beer in a clumsy manner. Joey is clearly not here for friendly reasons. Vince reminds Joey that he needs money, which Joey doesn't acknowledge. Vince gets impatient and aggressive, demanding to know why Joey is there. When Joey refuses to engage, Vince knees and throws him into the canal violently. Joey emerges soaking wet and in pain, telling Vince he's done cleaning up his messes before limping away, leaving Vince alone drinking.

2. 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
bridge interior.
Bold, heavy FOOTSTEPS can be heard from the other end of the
bridge, as JOEY (a shadowy figure) makes his way rapidly
closer.
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.
VINCE
Well would you look who it is! How
you 'doin?
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.
JOEY
Remind me again why I ever got
involved with you.
VINCE
(Cutting in)Because you're just as
fucked up as I am and you need the
money.
JOEY looks away, standing very still and almost shrinking
away.
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.
VINCE
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.

3. 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.
VINCE
What the fuck did you just say?
JOEY backs off shaking his head.
JOEY
You're drunk. I ain'tdoin' this
now.
VINCE moves even closer to JOEY. His sheer size dominating
over him.
VINCE
I'm not playing games. What are you
even here for?
JOEY
Back off Vince.
VINCE
You already owe me. If you don't
play ball I'll smash in that empty
skull of yours.
JOEY
...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.
JOEY
You know. (Breathless) I'm am sick
of cleaning up your mess.
JOEY heaves himself up standing, soaked.
JOEY
You know what? Just fuck it. You're
in deep shit anyway. You better
find VINCE before he finds you..
I'm done.
VINCE ignores him and carries on drinking, staring anywhere
but at JOEY.

4. JOEY scowls at VINCE one last time before limping off. His
staggering FOOTSTEPS ECHO as he makes his way up the stairs
and over the bridge.