BEV
Shit. Sorry.
CLARE
It's okay. Thank God for Docs.
BEV
I told Jeff “Just pack the stuff you can't bear to leave behind.” Apparently that includes a spade.
JEFF
I'd just bought it. Was gonna do the garden. I can do your garden.
CLARE
(chuckles)
We haven't got a garden.
They begin carrying suitcases into the house.
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INT. – CLARE’S LOUNGE – NIGHT
It's 40 minutes later. The lighting is dimmed. CLARE and BEV are drinking red wine. JEFF swigs from a can of lager.
There is a wood burning stove, big old sofas, hippy rugs and some paintings of the local hillside. The mood is relaxed and convivial.
BEV
Don't get me wrong, we've had some great times but…
JEFF
We just need to be away from Manchester for a bit.
CLARE
So where you thinking of?
JEFF
Maybe towards Preston way? Not sure. Need to find some work first.
CLARE
Moving away was the best thing I ever did.
BEV
You've been talking about setting up a recording studio since I started seeing Jeff. Which is… nearly 5 years. So the fact you've actually made it happen… hats off to you Clare. You are one impressive lady.
BEV clinks her glass.
CLARE
Awh thanks sweetheart.
JEFF
Yeah, well done. It is pretty bloody cool.
CLARE
I'll take you over to see the studio in a bit.
JEFF
And can you attract bands out here? It is a bit out of the way.
CLARE
Doesn't seem to be a problem. Plus lots of musicians still like the idea of ‘getting their head together in the countryside’.
BEV
It's so quiet. The city gets too noisy some times. After the break in I just couldn't relax. The slightest sound…
HARD CUT TO:
INT. – JEFF’S OLD FLAT – NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
The empty hallway of a modest flat in a shared block. A few coats on hooks. Gig posters on the walls. We hear the sound of a key in the front door. The door opens and a slightly drunken JEFF and BEV enter. JEFF closes the door and they kiss. Suddenly they hear a noise from the living room. BEV and JEFF exchange a concerned look. JEFF walks cautiously up to the closed living room door and opens it.
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INT. – JEFF’S OLD LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
JEFF's POV: He pushes open the door to be confronted by the sight of two teenage SCALLIES. One has a laptop under his arm. The other has the flat screen TV. They turn to see JEFF.
JEFF
What the fuck?
The FIRST SCALLY with the laptop pulls out a Stanley knife and points it at JEFF!
1ST SCALLY
Keep the fuck away from us and we'll leave you alone.
JEFF
Okay. Okay.
A scared JEFF holds up his hands. He nods to the door indicating they should just go. At that moment, BEV appears in the doorway. Upon seeing the intruders and the knife she gives a little scream.
1ST SCALLY
Shut her up!
JEFF gently pulls BEV towards him and puts his hand over her mouth. BEV stifles her anxiety. The 1ST SCALLY nods for the 2ND SCALLY to go. He duly exits the room with the TV. The 1ST SCALLY walks slowly past them, pausing to hold the knife close to BEV's face.
1ST SCALLY (CONT’D)
Night then.
A second later and he's gone. We hear the front door slam shut. JEFF releases BEV. She's short of breath and pulls out her inhaler and takes a hit. JEFF's expression suggests he can scarcely believe what just happened.
CUT BACK TO:
INT. – CLARE’S LOUNGE – NIGHT
CLARE, JEFF and BEV are as we left them.
CLARE
Must have been terrifying.
BEV
Couldn't sleep for a week. Thought I'd never sleep again. Til Jeff snuck a couple of sleeping pills in my lasagne.
CLARE
(joking)
Such a knight in shining armour.
They hear a loud motorbike pulling up outside.
CLARE (CONT’D)
That'll be Len.
JEFF
Sounds like a big bike.
CLARE
It is. Triumph Rocket 3. Len's obsessed. He's a proper biker. He's just joined this gang: The Sons of Witches.
JEFF
(giggles)
That's a terrible name.
CLARE
Don't let Len catch you saying that. Takes it very seriously.
BEV
(bemused)
So how did you meet him?
CLARE
He's a mechanic. Came to fix my
car about three months back. We got drunk, somehow he never left.
JEFF
Fairy tale romance.
BEV
If it works it works.
CLARE
It mainly works.
JEFF
So has he got any baggage?
BEV
(chiding)
Jeff! Straight in there.
CLARE
What you mean kids or ex-wives?
JEFF
Yeah.
CLARE
No. I'm his first long
term relationship.
BEV
Three months isn't that long term.
CLARE chuckles. Enter LEN (late 40's). He's tall and chunky with a shaven head and multiple earrings and a nose ring. He wears biker's leathers and is blunt and self-assured.
CLARE
Hi. Len, this is Bev and Jeff.
LEN comes into the room and shakes hands with BEV and JEFF.
BEV
Hi.
LEN
Alright?
JEFF
Nice to meet you mate.
LEN
Find the place ok?
BEV
(laughs)
Well, we did get lost. But that was largely due to the mapreader.
CLARE
(laughs)
Jeff's sense of direction has always been shit!
JEFF
I admit it. Give me a map and I only get more confused.
LEN
I'm gonna grab a beer. Anybody want anything from the kitchen?
They shake their heads and decline. LEN goes to the kitchen.
JEFF
How long did it take you to kit out the studio?
CLARE
It actually came together pretty quickly. Come on, I'll show you.
CLARE stands up, taking her glass of wine with her.
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EXT. – YARD – NIGHT
CLARE, JEFF and BEV walk across the yard to the outhouse buildings. There's a solid looking door with a light over it on the larger outhouse. CLARE unlocks the door, pushes it open and waves them in. The three of them disappear inside and the door closes.
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EXT. – FIELD – NIGHT
MACFISK and ALUN – the two Jacobites – are walking when they come in sight of Clare's farmhouse. They come to a halt and scrutinise the house.
MACFISK
I reckon this place'll do.
ALUN nods.
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INT. – STUDIO CONTROL ROOM – NIGHT
CLARE is showing JEFF and BEV around the studio. It's neat and organised, but it's noticeable that it isn't a digital set up. The mixing desk and almost all the equipment are analogue. There are also some 50's or 60's vintage mics and so on dotted about.
Through the window above the mixing desk we can see into a live room with valve amps.
CLARE
We've been up and running nearly six months now. And the bookings ha
ve been really good. We've had two or three days here and there with nothing going on, but to be honest, I've been rushed off my feet.
JEFF peers through the window into the live room.
JEFF
It's a big space.
CLARE
Used to be a cattle shed.
BEV
Does Len help in the studio?
CLARE
No. It's not his thing. Plus, I think he'd just get in the way.
JEFF
So what's the idea of not having any digital equipment?
CLARE
The idea is to get great sounding recordings. Valve amps, vintage mics, reel to reel. It's all so much more tangible. The sound you get in there is gorgeous.
BEV
Is it like a thing to attract like purists?
CLARE
There's a bit of that. But we get a real range of people coming in. Folk singers, blues bands, reggae group in last week. In fact, guess who's coming in for a week starting tomorrow.
JEFF
Who? The Who?
CLARE
The Fall.
JEFF
(impressed)
Seriously?
CLARE nods.
JEFF (CONT’D)
Shit. They're coming
here tomorrow?
CLARE
Yep.
BEV
Jeff loves The Fall.
CLARE
I know he does. It was always blaring out of his room when we were growing up.
BEV
Tell me about it.
CLARE
Anyway, I spoke to Mark Smith on the phone and he's really into the all analogue set up. They're gonna record an EP here. And if that goes well, they might come back and do the next album. But y’know, one step at a time.
JEFF
Nice one.
BEV
I just need to nip and get my inhaler.
JEFF
(joking)
She's got all over excited about The Fall.
BEV smiles and heads out of the room.
INT. – CLARE’S LOUNGE – NIGHT
LEN switches on the TV and flicks to motor racing.
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He notices Bev's handbag by the side of the sofa. He picks it up and quickly sifts the contents; bunch of keys, address book, scraps of paper, a broach, pen, a couple of button badges, small pack of sanitary towels, lipsticks. He opens her purse, inside are a couple of ten pound notes and some change. He's about to close it when he spots the silver coins. He takes them out and turns them over in his hand.
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EXT. – YARD – NIGHT
BEV walks across the yard back to the house. She looks cold and vulnerable. Suddenly she notices something out of the corner of her eye.
MACFISK and ALUN are standing by the gateway, staring up at the house. BEV gives them an uncertain wave.
BEV
Hello?
Seemingly ‘looking through’ her, MACFISK and ALUN turn away from the house and walk on out of sight.
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INT. – CLARE’S LOUNGE – NIGHT
LEN is sitting on the sofa, swigging a can of lager and watching the motor racing on TV. BEV enters.
BEV
Hi. Is my bag in here?
LEN glances about in a half-hearted fashion.
LEN
Not sure.
BEV spots her handbag down by the side of the sofa.
BEV
Ah, here we go.
BEV picks up the bag and sits on the sofa. She pulls out her inhaler and takes a hit with a swift gasp. LEN glances over and smiles.
LEN
I like that sound.
BEV
Yeah?
LEN
Yeah.
Beat.
LEN (CONT’D)
Sounded like you were having an orgasm.
BEV is momentarily thrown by how casually predatory this is, but she quickly asserts herself.
BEV
Well I definitely wasn't.
LEN
How are things with you and the Jeffster then?
BEV
We erm. Things are great thanks. Really… solid.
LEN
That's nice.
BEV
How about you and Clare?
LEN
Clare?
LEN gets distracted by TV for a moment, before returning to the conversation.
LEN (CONT’D)
Clare's ace.
BEV
(smiles)
Yeah, she is.
LEN
Yeah.
Beat.
BEV
She said you came to fix the car.
LEN
Yep. Came for the Volvo stayed for the vulva.
BEV
(awkward laugh)
Right.
Beat.
LEN
You should see her naked. Fuckin’ gorgeous. Shockingly decent tits.
Again BEV isn't sure how to react.
BEV
Nice for you both.
LEN
Bet you look hot in a bikini Bev.
BEV
(sarcastic)
Not as hot as you would I'm sure.
BEV stands and makes for the door.
LEN
Don't forget your orgasmatron.
LEN points at the sofa. BEV turns to see her inhaler on the sofa.
BEV
Thanks.
BEV pockets the inhaler. LEN returns his attention to the TV.
LEN
Be nice having you around.
BEV exits. LEN smiles to himself and returns to watching the TV.
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INT. – STUDIO CONTROL ROOM/STUDIO HALLWAY – NIGHT
As they talk, CLARE and JEFF exit the control room and walk down the hallway toward the front door.
CLARE
Bev looks tired.
JEFF
We both are. We need to recharge a bit. Thanks for this. You seem to have it pretty chilled here so…
CLARE
(joking)
Len has his unchilled moments. But he's out a lot anyway. Stay for longer than two weeks if you want. Seriously.
JEFF
We'll see. I'll paint that back room for you anyway.
CLARE
That'll be great.
CLARE opens the front door, then gasps at what she sees.
HARD CUT to an OCTOGENARIAN WOMAN's FACE staring at them. Her face is hard, wrinkled and sour. Cut to reveal she's dressed in a large, thick black overcoat and hat. She also carries a black acoustic guitar case.
CLARE (CONT’D)
Mary! Sorry I… I completely forgot you were booked in tonight.
CLARE stands aside and MARY enters carrying her guitar case. MARY smiles at JEFF.
MARY
Mary Tunstall.
CLARE
This is Jeff. My brother.
MARY nods at JEFF.
JEFF
You a musician Mary?
MARY
Aye. Singer. I like to record the old, old songs. Stops ‘em getting forgotten.
CLARE
Go through Mary. I'll get everything sorted out for you.