SHAME

 Written by
 Steve McQueen & Abi Morgan
 INT. BEDROOM. APARTMENT. DAWN.

 BRANDON SULLIVAN [early 30's] lies staring up caught in a
 disarray of sheets until-
 The PEEP PEEP PEEP of an alarm clock, from deep within a
 distant apartment.
 The MUFFLED PAD of FOOTSTEPS crossing overhead-
 BRANDON listens then gets up, pulls blinds and heads out
 towards the bathroom-
 The SOUND of his feet disappearing down a distant corridor.
 The MURMUR of an answer phone as we hear BRANDON peeing, in a
 far off bathroom.
2 INT. PLATFORM. SUBWAY. DAWN. 2

 BRANDON stands, looking down, watching until-
 A SUDDEN breeze, the subway train oncoming-
 BRANDON boards.
 The doors GLIDE SHUT-
 BRANDON just visible through the window of the train, walking
 towards a distant seat.
3 INT. TRAIN. SUBWAY. MORNING. 3

 BRANDON sits, eyes casually tracing over the faces in the
 crowded train. A HOMELESS MAN sits, further along the car,
 haggard and grey, and sleeping, the seat empty, either side
 of him. He looks more like a pile of clothes.
 BRANDON turns back. The reflection of an PRETTY SUBWAY GIRL
 caught in the glass opposite.
4 INT. CORRIDOR. APARTMENT. DAWN. 4

 BRANDON padding naked along a corridor. He flicks on an
 answer machine in passing-
 FEMALE CALLER ON ANSWER MACHINE
 Hey...It's me?...Pick Up.. Pick
 Up...
 He enters the bathroom.
 2.

5 INT. CORRIDOR. APARTMENT. DAWN. 5

 We hear BRANDON peeing in the bathroom.
6 INT. CORRIDOR. APARTMENT. DAWN. 6

 The answer machine message drowned by the flushing of the
 toilet, the shutting of the door and the shower being
 switched on.
7 INT. SUBWAY. MORNING. 7

 A HOMELESS MAN head lolling, sat alone at the end of a busy
 car.
 BRANDON considers, catching the eye of-
 A PRETTY SUBWAY GIRL seated opposite, the whisper of a smile,
 grazing her lips.
 BRANDON's eyes teasing over-
 The fall of the PRETTY SUBWAY GIRL's hair-
 The dip in her collarbone-
 Her nail polish with French manicure-
 BRANDON looks at her. She looks away.
 BRANDON resumes staring. She looks back through the bodies
 of commuters. We see their eyes looking at each other.
 Their seduction continues through the collage of colors and
 bodies.
8 INT. OFFICE - BOARDROOM. DAY. 8

 BRANDON, sits in a packed meeting room, a pitch just audible,
 DAVID FISHER, [early/ late 40's] BRANDON's boss, a kind of
 white noise, and yet-
 DAVID (O.S.)
 I find you disgusting..I find you
 inconsolable..I find you invasive..
 The IT TECHNICIAN just visible wheeling a cart away, with
 BRANDON's computer.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 That is what the cynics used to
 say..Companies would refuse to look
 to the future..They'd say `Can we
 stop this virus"?
 The scratch of a pencil against paper-
 3.

 BRANDON sits distracted, facing COLLEAGUE #1. MARIANNE
 [mid/late 20's] seated further along the table, steals a look
 at BRANDON.
 A glass door opens-
 The PRETTY ASSISTANT brings in coffee, sliding down a cup in
 front of BRANDON.
 DAVID(O.S.) (CONT'D)
 As if it was a negative
 progression, a descent into hell,
 moving with stealth amongst those
 you need to affect, growing more
 and more with a momentum that is
 unstoppable.
 BRANDON looks across the hall, distracted by the IT
 TECHNICIAN who is replacing the computer in his office.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Now, some inane kid snorting the
 entire load of his mother's spice
 cupboard and posts that on You
 Tube. They would watch as it would
 become the buzzword amongst high
 school kids everywhere.
 Eventually..their cynicism would
 turn to awe.
9 INT. FRONT DOOR. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 9

 BRANDON to the front door and opens it to reveal an
 ATTRACTIVE WOMAN (ALEXA)

 BRANDON
 Hi.
 ALEXA
 Hi.
 BRANDON

 Come in.
 BRANDON steps aside to let the ATTRACTIVE WOMAN in. She walks
 into the apartment as he closes the door.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 Drink?
 ALEXA

 No thank you.
 4.

 BRANDON picks up money from the table and give it to ALEXA.
 She counts it and nods to BRANDON.
 ALEXA (CONT'D)
 Perfect.
 ALEXA puts the money in her bag.
 BRANDON
 This Way.
 BRANDON gestures to his room. ALEXA turns and walks away.
 BRANDON follows.
10 INT. BEDROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 10

 A tidy bedroom-
 BRANDON lies on the bed watching, waiting. ALEXA starts to
 take her top off.
 BRANDON
 Slowly.
 ALEXA continues slowly, tosses it aside, and continues taking
 off her bra and panties. Finally putting her earrings on the
 bedside table. BRANDON reaches up to pull her onto the bed.
11 INT. APARTMENT. MORNING. 11

 The SOUND of BRANDON getting up-
 The SOUND of blinds being raised-
 CLOSE UP of a discarded earring on the carpet.
 BRANDON padding naked along a corridor.
 The SHARP TONE of the answer machine flicked on in passing-
 Audible from the corridor-
 FEMALE CALLER ON ANSWER MACHINE
 Hey, it's me..
 We hear BRANDON turn on the shower.
 FEMALE CALLER ON ANSWER MACHINE
 (CONT'D)
 Pick Up.. Pick Up...
 BRANDON walks towards the kitchen and we hear him pour a
 glass of water.
 5.

 FEMALE CALLER ON ANSWER MACHINE
 (CONT'D)
 Brandon?
 BRANDON crosses the hall and enters the toilet.
 FEMALE CALLER ON ANSWER MACHINE
 (CONT'D)
 Brandon?
 BRANDON turns on the light, puts down his glass and urinates.
 FEMALE CALLER ON ANSWER MACHINE
 (CONT'D)
 (whispers) Brandon Where are you?-
 Brandon? Brandon? (louder)
 Brandon... Urghhh!
 BRANDON finishes, flushes toilet, steps off screen
 FEMALE CALLER ON ANSWER MACHINE
 (CONT'D)
 This is me Calling you.. (SIGHS)
 Fuck!
 DEAD TONE

 The CALLER hangs up
 BRANDON re-appears and closes the bathroom door
12 INT. BATHROOM. APARTMENT. DAWN. 12

 BRANDON in the shower, a sense of movement, his hand, barely
 visible, moving back and forth.
 The fall of the shower-
 BRANDON stands, letting the water wash over him.
13 INT. SUBWAY. DAWN. 13

 BRANDON sits, looking over at the PRETTY SUBWAY GIRL sitting
 opposite-
 The train moves on, after a while stopping at another
 platform.
 PEOPLE get on, PEOPLE get off.
 BRANDON's eyes travel down over the PRETTY SUBWAY GIRL's legs
 and up-
 She opens them a little, the dip of her skirt, sinking deep
 between her thighs-
 6.

 She looks up, senses BRANDON watching. She lets her fingers
 fall in her lap.
 BRANDON shifts a little in his seat to get a better look
 through the crowd. Suddenly she stands and makes her way to
 the train door. Hand reaching out and clenching a metal pole
 for stability, revealing a wedding ring.
 BRANDON's hand reaches for the pole too, touching her as he
 stands behind her. There is a gentle unison contact.
 BRANDON's breath, heavy on her neck. Both are frozen to the
 spot, caught in a mutual moment.
14 INT. SUBWAY. MORNING. 14

 The train door bolts open and the PRETTY SUBWAY GIRL
 disembarks. BRANDON is blocked by a MALE PASSENGER as he gets
 out in quick pursuit of the PRETTY SUBWAY GIRL.
 BRANDON is several paces behind now, pursues. She turns left
 into a stairwell.
 It's almost like fighting a downward river. People are
 walking into his path as he struggles to keep pace with the
 PRETTY SUBWAY GIRL.

 The tail of her coat vanishes at the top of the stairs. A
 moment later, BRANDON reaches the summit, to be greeted by a
 wrought-iron gate.
 He looks left at one staircase. People ascend.
 He looks right at another staircase. Other passengers ascend.
 People come in and out of the turnstiles on the right-hand
 side. He has lost her. A sudden moment of disappointment
 crosses his face.
 He descends the staircase, dejected.
15 INT. OFFICE. DAY. 15

 BRANDON walks into his office and to his desk, stops in his
 tracks, heart thumping-
 A bare space where BRANDON's computer once was and next to it
 a replacement computer. A pink fluffy gonk or the like stuck
 to the screen.
16 INT. CUBICLE. MEN'S TOILETS. OFFICE. DAY. 16

 BRANDON walks into a toilet cubicle, shuts and locks the
 door. He cleans the seat with toilet paper, flushes, stands,
 and starts to masturbate.
 7.

17 INT. OFFICE - DAVID'S OFFICE. DAY. 17

 A TAP on the door-
 BRANDON enters DAVID's office, DAVID is lost in paperwork,
 looking up from his desk.
 BRANDON
 Do you know what's going on with my
 computer?
 DAVID
 They took it.
 BRANDON
 Yeah, I know. Someone could have
 told me.
 DAVID
 Some kind of Virus.
 BRANDON
 Cool.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 I walk in and it's not there? And I
 get some kind of replacement?
 DAVID
 Some kind of virus. They're
 stripping it all out.
 BRANDON nods, swigs a Red Bull in his hands-
 BRANDON
 Cool.
 BRANDON exits.
18 EXT. STREET. BRANDON'S APARTMENT BUILDING. 18

 BRANDON is walking with shopping bags. He slows by the
 revolving doors, spots a mother with buggy about to come out
 of the other door and hurries over to open the door for her.
 WOMAN comes out nodding her thanks.
19 INT. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 19

 BRANDON looks through his vast record collection and
 carefully puts a disk on the record player.
 8.

20 INT. KITCHEN. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 20

 The chink of beer bottles, banging up against one another as
 BRANDON opens the fridge door-
 BRANDON peers in, considering the left over take out resting
 on the shelf. He takes it out, flipping open a bottle of beer
 in a familiar move and banging the door shut with his back.
 A flyer for an fancy take out flaps under a magnet on the
 fridge door.
21 INT. LIVING ROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 21

 A comfortable apartment-
 BRANDON spoons Chinese take out into his mouth, sliding down
 in front a laptop resting on his desk.
 Music continues to surround the apartment.
 The bright serenade of his laptop opening, BRANDON resumes,
 fingers absently tapping the keyboard-
 A distant whir of a car alarm, far off.
22 INT. LIVING ROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 22

 BRANDON, in the dark, watching pornography on his laptop-
 BRANDON's cell phone rings. He ignores it.
 And then steady monotonous ring of a telephone close by,
 BRANDON barely wavers as it clicks onto answer machine-
 The HEAVY DEAD TONE of the answer machine as the caller's
 message kicks in-
 FEMALE CALLER ON ANSWER MACHINE
 OK......Me..again...I'm dying..I
 have cancer...I have one week to
 live..
 BRANDON smiles-
 FEMALE CALLER ON ANSWER MACHINE
 (CONT'D)
 It's the very worse kind of cancer.
 Of the vulva-
 BRANDON switches off the answer machine. Sighs, and returns
 to his laptop.
 BRANDON
 (sniggers)
 9.

 WOMAN (O.S.)
 (thru computer) (Moans)
23 EXT. STREET. OUTSIDE APARTMENT. DAY. 23

 A beautiful day-
 BRANDON's face now fresh, passing-
 A CUTE NEIGHBOR heading into the building, lost in
 conversation on her cellphone-
 CUTE NEIGHBOR
 (in greeting)
 Hey.
 BRANDON
 (nods)
 Hey.
 BRANDON juggling cellphone, keys and satchel, heading off to
 work, watching the sway of her ass.
24 INT. OFFICE - BRANDON'S OFFICE. DAY. 24

 MARIANNE is on the phone in a busy office
25 INT. HOTEL ROOM. BRANDON'S FANTASY. 25

 Profile of MARIANNE's bare back.
26 INT. OFFICE - BRANDON'S OFFICE. DAY. 26

 BRANDON, seemingly in a trance, looking out across the
 office, eyes fixed on MARIANNE in her glass cubicle, unaware
 of BRANDON staring.
 STEVEN's reflection in the window, we see him screw up a
 piece of paper and throw it at BRANDON.
 BRANDON shakes his head.
 BRANDON
 You're such a dick
 STEVEN (O.S.)
 What are you doing, man?
 BRANDON once again looks up toward MARIANNE.
 10.

27 INT. OFFICE. DAY. 27

 MARIANNE on the phone.
 DAVID now appears in front of BRANDON. From afar, nods to
 him, and greets a group of CLIENTS.
 DAVID
 (WHISTLES) Alright, gentlemen, If
 you'll just please make yourselves
 at home.
 CLIENT
 Thank you.
28 INT. OFFICE - CONFERENCE ROOM. DAY. 28

 Just visible, in the conference room-
 BRANDON inside with the CLIENTS and DAVID. A sense of
 camaraderie. The meeting at an end. DAVID, slapping BRANDON
 on the back, the sense of celebration.
 DAVID (O.S.)
 It falls upon me, as your beloved
 boss, to propose a toast. To
 Success.
29 INT. AFTER WORK BAR. NIGHT. 29

 The thump of music-
 BRANDON, DAVID and OTHERS wedged in a leather booth, several
 shots and beer down, the table littered with beers. Cheers.
 Male camaraderie.
 DAVID
 I hope my wife appreciates it.
 ALL chink glasses
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Get a new tie, please.
 COLLEAGUES
 (snigger)
 DAVID
 Oh my goodness. (SNIFFS) I love
 women in suits. I love women in
 suits.
 ALL Look off-screen at the women.
 11.

 DAVID (CONT'D)
 We could talk business, I would
 rearrange my life.. Wow, she's
 beautiful.
 BRANDON
 Grey suit?
 DAVID
 I'm gonna go talk to her.
 BRANDON
 You should go talk to her.
 DAVID
 OK...OK..Count me down...
 BRANDON
 Yeah you should
 BRANDON fist bumps with DAVID
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 5,4,3,2,1.

 DAVID
 Boom.
 STEVEN
 Have fun.
 BRANDON
 Twenty bucks says he fucks it up.
 BRANDON starts to stand.
30 INT. AFTER WORK BAR. NIGHT. 30

 ELIZABETH
 Ash is amazing
 LOREN
 How's it humping an old man?
 ELIZABETH
 Well, usually I do him on scotch.
 DAVID walks up to the bar behind the women.
 RACHEL
 Incoming
 DAVID
 Hi, excuse me.
 12.

 (TO ELIZABETH)
 Listen, I don't want to beat around
 the bush. I think you're absolutely
 gorgeous.
 ELIZABETH (OVER)
 Hi.
 DAVID
 My name's David.
 ELIZABETH
 Hi David.
DAVID shakes hands with ELIZABETH
 ELIZABETH (CONT'D)
 Elizabeth
 DAVID
 Elizabeth
 ELIZABETH (OVER)
 Nice to meet you
 DAVID
 It's a beautiful name. (TO LOREN)
 Hi, I'm David. I don't mean to be
 rude.
DAVID shakes hands with LOREN and RACHEL
 LOREN
 Loren.
 DAVID
 Hi, how are you? (TO RACHEL) David.
 RACHEL
 Rachel.
 DAVID
 Nice to meet you, nice to meet you.
 (TO ELIZABETH) Listen, can I buy
 you a drink? (TO ALL) Can I buy you
 all drinks?
 ELIZABETH
 Sure, why not.
 DAVID
 I would love that. That would be my
 pleasure. What are you guys
 drinking? What do you want?
 ELIZABETH
 Well, we were thinking shots.
 13.

 DAVID
 You were thinking shots?
 ELIZABETH
 Sure.
 DAVID
 We just did shots of tequila. Would
 you guys like a shot of tequila?
 ELIZABETH
 Bring it on.
 DAVID
 Love it. Love it.
 DAVID (TO BAR TENDER) (CONT'D)
 Excuse me, hey, bartender.
 Bartender? Can we get four shots of
 your finest tequila? Thank you very
 much.
 ELIZABETH
 Hmm.
ELIZABETH sips her drink.
 DAVID
 I can see you're very successful.
 Yeah, I think part of the secret to
 my success is, is attention to
 detail and..
 LOREN
 Oh.
 ELIZABETH
 Detail?
 DAVID
 Yeah.
 LOREN
 Play the game.
ELIZABETH closes her eyes
 DAVID
 What game?
ELIZABETH turns to DAVID
 ELIZABETH
 Ok, er.. Blue or green?
The SUITED WOMAN closes her eyes, the flutter of her lashes
oddly fragile, in waiting until-
 14.

 DAVID
 I like games, I like this game.
 Blue..
 (sudden change of tac)
 Green. Green, it's green.
They spring open to reveal brown eyes-
DAVID hesitates, throws his arms up, resigned.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 That's Brown. That's.. I don't know
 how you change the colour of your
 eyes like that. How do you do that
 so quickly?
 ELIZABETH (OVER)
 Wow. Wow.
 DAVID
 That's amazing. That's a real
 talent.
 ELIZABETH
 Yeah, detail man. Detail man.
BRANDON slides down next to DAVID, back from the washroom.
 DAVID
 Hey buddy, hey buddy. Hey.
DAVID puts an arm around BRANDON.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 This guy, right here, fucking
 nailed it today. (TO BRANDON) I
 want you to know, you fucking
 nailed it. You're the man. Your
 pitch? (TO ELIZABETH) Amazing.
 Amazing. (TO BRANDON) Listen, we're
 playing a game here. (TO ELIZABETH)
 Close your eyes again.
 ELIZABETH
 OK

ELIZABETH closes her eyes.
 DAVID
 Blue or green?
 BRANDON
 Brown..
The SUITED WOMAN flicks open her eyes, smiles.
 15.

 DAVID
 Fuck Off. (TO LOREN) Alright you.
 Hey, Loren. Loren. Close your eyes.
DAVID turns to BRANDON
 BRANDON
 Blue.
 LOREN
 Blue.
 DAVID
 That's... you're just making that
 up.
 ELIZABETH (OVER)
 See. He's good.
 DAVID
 He's just.. He's just picking
 colors randomly.
 ELIZABETH
 You can have his shot.
ELIZABETH passes BRANDON a shot.
 DAVID
 You know what? Excuse me. We need
 another shot, please.
 LOREN
 (LAUGHS)

 DAVID
 (LAUGHS)

 ELIZABETH (TO BAR TENDER)
 You can put these on me.
 DAVID
 No, no, no. I told you that... I
 had it.
 ELIZABETH (OVER) (TO BAR TENDER)
 Thank you.
 ELIZABETH (TO DAVID) (CONT'D)
 No, I have it.
 DAVID
 Ill get the next round.
 ELIZABETH
 Sure.
 16.

 DAVID
 You're a strong, independent woman.
 I like that, I like that.
 ELIZABETH (OVER)
 Thank you. Cheers
ELIZABETH raises her glass.
 DAVID
 Listen, cheers.
The others all raise their glasses
 ALL
 Cheers
 ELIZABETH
 To nailing it, and-
 DAVID (OVER)
 To nailing it.
 BRANDON (UNDER)
 To nailing it.
 ELIZABETH
 Success. Yes. Cheers.
ALL down their shots
 DAVID
 (reacts to the strong drink) Oh,
 Fuck.
 BRANDON
 (Chuckles)
 ELIZABETH
 (reacts to the strong drink) Whoah.
 BRANDON
 So what do you girls do for fun?
 ELIZABETH
 Fun? Er, karate.
DAVID mimics karate moves
 DAVID
 (Mimics ninja sounds)
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 You hear this song. I love this
 song, I wrote this song...
DAVID holds out his hand to ELIZABETH
 17.

 DAVID (CONT'D)
 And I would love it if you would
 dance with me to this son that I
 wrote for you.
 ELIZABETH
 Erm..
 DAVID takes ELIZABETH's hand.
 DAVID
 Come on.
 DAVID tugs her arm playfully
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Come on, come on, come on. Let's go
 on the dance floor. One song.
 ELIZABETH
 Oh..
 DAVID
 Yeah. Come on. You're a fun girl.
 It'll be fun. Come on.
 DAVID pulls ELIZABETH onto the dance floor.
 DAVID (O.S.) (CONT'D)
 I'll bring her back. Swear to God.
 ELIZABETH (UNDER)
 Fine.
 BRANDON turns to watch them on the dance floor.
 DAVID (O.S.)
 Come one, come on, it's fun. It's
 fun.
31 INT. AFTER WORK BAR - DANCEFLOOR. NIGHT. 31

 The pulsing thump of music, the latest cutting edge sounds-
 DAVID pulls ELIZABETH into dancing, at first playful and
 funny.
 DAVID is insistent, pulling her closer, drawing her into a
 frenzied awkward dance. BRANDON looking on, the SUITED
 WOMAN's eyes grazing his, lingering on BRANDON as DAVID
 stumbles.
 DAVID
 There you go. Mwah! You're
 beautiful. Alright, alright,
 spinning, spinning, spinning. Wooh!
 18.

 BRANDON watches the duo dancing
 LOREN
 I'm grabbing her purse `cos she's
 gonna get robbed and roofied.
 BRANDON
 (Laughs)
 RACHEL and LOREN walk off to the dance floor
 LOREN
 Dance?
 BRANDON
 No.
 LOREN
 Are you sure?
 BRANDON
 I'm sure.
 LOREN (O.S.)
 OK.

 ELIZABETH and DAVID are amongst the dancers on the floor.
 DAVID is performing enthusiastically. ELIZABETH, slow,
 glances at BRANDON.
 We see BRANDON through the dancers, watching.
32 EXT. AFTER WORK BAR. NIGHT. 32

 DAVID struggling to push his arm through the twisted sleeve
 of his jacket, pursuing ELIZABETH and her friends up the
 street.
 DAVID
 Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok. Hold on,
 hold on. No, listen. I just got to
 talk to you one more time, one more
 time. Listen..
 BRANDON comes out of the club, doing up his coat. Looks away
 at DAVID haranguing the trio.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Your eyes, they're beautiful. You
 know why I didn't get it right the
 first time? Because it's, it's like
 a collage. Let me see your hand,
 let me see your hand..
 DAVID smiles, gently coaxing her in the opposite direction-
 BRANDON hails a cab. DAVID continues haranguing ELIZABETH
 19.

 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Look at those eyes, look at those
 eyes. I know the color of your
 eyes.
 BRANDON (OVER)
 David, come on.
 DAVID
 Come on, we can play that game.
 That's so much fun when you play
 that game.
 LOREN
 Bye.
 A cab pulls up.
 DAVID
 It's okay. `cos I'm going this way.
 BRANDON opens the cab door and waits with the taxi. DAVID
 walks towards BRANDON.
 BRANDON
 Hey man, he's going uptown.
 DAVID concedes throwing his arms up, jacket half on. DAVID
 paws BRANDON affectionately, straightens BRANDON's jacket,
 gives him a kiss and stumbles into the cab.
 DAVID
 (Laughs) Ok.
 BRANDON
 I'll see you tomorrow
 The cab pulls away.
33 EXT. STREET. NEAR AFTER WORK BAR. NIGHT. 33

 A car glides close to the kerb-
 BRANDON head down walking-
 ELIZABETH
 Hey. Wanna ride?
 BRANDON smiles-
 BRANDON
 Sure.
 BRANDON gets into the car.
 20.

34 EXT. FREEWAY. BRIDGE. NIGHT. 34

 The incessant drone of cars, steady overhead-
 Vast concrete supports edging the highway-
 BRANDON presses ELIZABETH flat again the grit of the wall
 Caught in the scissored half light, they move, with glorious
 abandon-
 The slice of passing headlights casting fractured light
 across their writhing state until-
 ELIZABETH gasps, her body shuddering, leaning into his as
 they climax together, sweat beading skin.
35 INT. BRANDON'S BUILDING CORRIDOR. OUTSIDE APARTMENT. NIGHT.
 35

 BRANDON walking along the corridor-
 He reaches for his keys, suddenly hesitating on-
 The thump of music coming from his apartment-
 BRANDON tentatively turns his key and pushes the door open-
36 INT. LIVING ROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 36

 BRANDON enters. He looks around, nothing-
 The turn of vinyl on the record player-
 I Feel Love by Donna Summer steadily rotating-
 BRANDON makes his way back to the corridor and notices a
 light on in the bathroom from the slit under the door.
 He opens up an adjacent cupboard and fishes out a baseball
 bat, and heads toward the bathroom.
37 INT. CORRIDOR. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 37

 BRANDON steadily approaches the bathroom door, considers-
 He shoves it open, hard, baseball bat at the ready-
38 INT. BATHROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 38

 BRANDON running, shrieking like a banshee, blinding waving
 the baseball bat, slicing air-
 21.

 BRANDON
 (roaring)
 I'll fucking kill you!-
SISSY SULLIVAN [mid/late 20's] leaps out of the bath, naked,
screaming and dripping wet-
 SISSY
 (screams)
 BRANDON
 What the.. What the fuck?
SISSY holds her hurt elbow
 SISSY
 Fuck! Fuck! Ow! Fuck! -
 BRANDON (OVER)
 Jesus Christ Sissy.
BRANDON stands, shaking staring at his naked startled sister-
 SISSY
 Brandon. Don't you fucking knock?
 BRANDON
 What the fuck. Why would I knock? I
 live here.
 SISSY
 Oh fuck.
 BRANDON
 How'd you get in?
 SISSY (OVER)
 Ow! You gave me fucking keys.
 BRANDON
 Fuck.
BRANDON goes for a towel, shoving it towards her,
embarrassed. SISSY dries her face.
 SISSY
 (GROANS) You fucking scared me
 BRANDON
 Don't I always say call me first if
 you're coming into town?
 SISSY (OVER)
 Oh my god, I called you SO many
 times.
SISSY sighs.
 22.

 SISSY (CONT'D)
 You have a fucking baseball bat?
 SISSY laughs. BRANDON relaxes. She tousles her hair.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (LAUGHS) (SIGHS) Mmmm.
 What is this shit you put on your
 hair? Honestly, it's awful.
 BRANDON shakes his head, at a loss.
 BRANDON
 Shampoo
 SISSY (OVER)
 Is it for grooming dogs?
 SISSY throws the towel and BRANDON
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 Good to see you.
 BRANDON throws the towel back at her.
 BRANDON
 Lock the door next time.
 SISSY
 Yeah.
 BRANDON turns to leave the room
 BRANDON
 Don't use all the towels
 SISSY
 I won't.
 BRANDON closes the door to the bathroom.
39 INT. LIVING ROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 39

 We follow BRANDON as he walks through to the living room to
 the record player I Feel Love stuck in eternal groove. He
 gently lifts the needle off the record. He uses the baseball
 bat to pick up SISSY's scarf. He sniffs it.
 Silence-
 BRANDON stands considers-
40 INT. BEDROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 40

 Later -
 23.

 BRANDON is watching pornography on his laptop, hears SISSY on
 the telephone. He listens.
 SISSY
 ..I want you. I don't want anyone
 else. There is no one else. I love
 you. I'll do anything.
 Pause
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 I'll do anything. Please don't say
 that. Please don't say that.
 Pause
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 I love you. I love you. I'll do
 anything. I'll do anything.
 BRANDON moves the laptop and starts to get up.
41 INT. LIVING ROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 41

 SISSY
 I don't have to go out. I don't
 have to go out. I don't even
 fucking want to go out. I can stay
 with you. I don't care. I don't
 care. I don't need anybody else. I
 love you. I love you. I love you so
 much (CRIES) I love you, please. I
 love you. I love you.
42 INT. BEDROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 42

 BRANDON is listening at the door.
 SISSY
 Please (CRIES) I feel sick. I feel
 really sick-
 BRANDON closes his eyes, resigned.
43 INT. KITCHEN. APARTMENT. MORNING. 43

 BRANDON sliding whisked eggs into a pan of sizzling butter-
 SISSY enters and sits on the kitchen counter, wearing a long-
 sleeved white t-shirt and holding the earring left by the
 Pretty Woman [prostitute]. Dangling it in front of BRANDON-
 24.

 SISSY
 Morning. Nice earring. Hot date?
Hiding his surprise, BRANDON gets some juice out of the
fridge, passes it to SISSY.
 BRANDON
 Juice?
BRANDON gives SISSY a carton of juice. Still sitting on the
counter, SISSY grabs it with both hands, almost like a
child's bottle and starts drinking.
 SISSY
 Mmm.
BRANDON, irritated, says abruptly-
 BRANDON
 Will you use a glass?
BRANDON steps away, takes a glass from a cupboard and shoves
it towards her.
 SISSY
 (MUMBLES) Sorry.
SISSY pours the juice into the glass and drinks. BRANDON
steps back to the cooker, preparing food.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (SIGHS) You're going grey. Do you
 think I look fat?
BRANDON doesn't react.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 Do you think I look fat?
BRANDON nods in the direction of the table.
 BRANDON
 Sit down.
She leaps off the counter and makes her way to the table. She
slaps BRANDON's behind. BRANDON's face is one of despair and
irritation.
 SISSY
 (GASPS) Fuck you!
SISSY slams her glass on an O/S table and throws the earring
away.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 I'm doing a couple of gigs.
 25.

BRANDON walks towards her with a pan of food.
 BRANDON
 Yeah, sure.
BRANDON serves the food.
 SISSY
 (sudden/cutting in)
 Can I stay?
BRANDON hesitates-
 BRANDON
 You want toast?
 SISSY
 Just for a few days.
BRANDON ignores her question and walks away to the kitchen.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 I'd stay with Mark but he's being a
 fucking asshole.
SISSY Stands and walks away, following BRANDON.
 BRANDON
 Mark?
SISSY wraps her arms around BRANDON from behind.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 (EXHALES) Jesus, Sissy.
BRANDON pushes her arms off, turns and walks to the fridge
with the juice.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 What do you expect?
 SISSY
 Pretty please?
 BRANDON
 Look, you get the sofa and you get
 your ass off it-
SISSY leaps on his back smothering him with flat lipped
kisses all over his head until-
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 Before I leave every morning.
 SISSY (OVER)
 (GASPS) I will. I promise. I will
 (KISS) Mwah!
 26.

 BRANDON
 OK.OK.OK.OK.

 BRANDON pushes her down as she gives him a big kiss.
 SISSY (OVER)
 (KISS) Mwah!
 SISSY, happy, walks back to sit down at the table.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (SIGHS)

 BRANDON
 We leave in fifteen.
 SISSY
 OK!

 SISSY sprinkles salt on her breakfast. She smile, playful,
 resumes eating-
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (Reacting to food) Mmm. Mmmm!
 (SHOUTS) So good.!
 The door slams. SISSY sighs and stares towards the front
 door, a sadness hanging-
44 INT. PLATFORM. SUBWAY. MORNING. 44

 SISSY stands, toes edging over the platform. BRANDON pulls
 her back.
 BRANDON
 Stop fucking around.
 SISSY stares at BRANDON. Instinctively, BRANDON feels her
 gaze. He turns and looks. They hold each other's eyes for
 more than a beat. BRANDON turns away. SISSY begins picking
 pieces of fluff off BRANDON's shoulder. BRANDON, visually
 irritated.
 SISSY goes again.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 Leave it.
 SISSY
 You have fluff.
 BRANDON
 I like it there.
 A quick moment passes. BRANDON picks the fluff off his
 shoulder and puts it on SISSY's shoulder - to her amusement.
 27.

 SISSY
 (LAUGHS)

 BRANDON
 How are you for money?
 SISSY
 I'm good.
 BRANDON
 Cause if you need some money.
 SISSY
 Honestly, I even make money now and
 everything.
 BRANDON
 Yeah, sure.
 SISSY
 Huge amounts.
BRANDON nods at SISSY's hat.
 BRANDON
 Are you collecting mad hats?
Sissy smiles-
 SISSY
 (LAUGHS) You should come and hear
 me.
 BRANDON
 Yeah. I will.
 SISSY
 `Yeah I will', like, `yeah I will'
 like last time? Please come.
BRANDON takes off her hat.
 BRANDON
 Where'd you get this, anyway.
 SISSY
 It's vintage.
 BRANDON
 Yeah, I can see that.
 SISSY
 (LAUGHS)

SISSY takes the hat and puts it on BRANDON.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 Wow.
 28.

 BRANDON
 (WHISPERS) Do you like?
 BRANDON adjusts the hat.
 SISSY
 Yeah.
 SISSY gently bumps his shoulder with hers.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 Please come.
 BRANDON
 Ok. I will.
 SISSY stamps her feet excitedly.
 SISSY
 Yaay!
 SISSY leans her head on BRANDON's shoulder and he puts his
 arm around her.
45 INT. OFFICE. DAY. 45

 BRANDON hurries into the office area, unbuckling his coat as
 he does so. DAVID, phone pressed to his ear, mid way through
 a conference call clocks him, throws some lewd gesture.
 BRANDON smiles, throws up his hands, he's late. What can you
 do...
 BRANDON
 Sorry. Sorry.
 BRANDON continues into his office.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 Fuck, my computer.
 BRANDON puts down his coffee, and takes off his scarf.
 STEVEN
 Well, well, well.
 BRANDON
 Morning, asshole.
 STEVEN
 Look who's decided to grace us with
 his presence.
 BRANDON puts his scarf in the closet and takes off his coat.
 BRANDON
 Yeah.
 29.

 STEVEN
 Don't tell me. No cabs.
 BRANDON
 No, your wife wouldn't let me leave
 this morning.
 BRANDON hangs up his coat.
 STEVEN
 Ah! Hey, that's not cool.
 BRANDON
 (CHUCKLES)

 BRANDON laughs as he sits down at his desk.
 STEVEN
 You should be so lucky.
 BRANDON
 Any calls?
 STEVEN
 Yes. Like, fifty.
 BRANDON sips his coffee.
46 INT. OFFICE - COFFEE AREA. DAY. 46

 BRANDON stands, in the coffee area making himself a generic
 filter coffee.
 MARIANNE is seated in her glass office in the background at
 her desk.
 DAVID approaches, slapping BRANDON on the ass.
 DAVID
 Hey! Heads up, buddy-?
 BRANDON
 (OVER) woah!
 DAVID
 So, how'd it go last night?
 BRANDON pours coffee, glancing at DAVID behind him.
 BRANDON
 Yeah. Got home. Went to bed. Good
 night.
 DAVID looks at him, shakes his head in a knowing fashion.
 30.

 DAVID
 A-ha. Right, right. Let's do it
 again tonight. Some place classier
 though.
 BRANDON
 Well... My sister's playing
 downtown somewhere.
 DAVID
 She's playing?
 BRANDON
 She's a musician. Well, she's a
 singer.
 DAVID
 Okay. Yeah, yeah. You know what,
 that sounds er.. A lot of fun.
 (taps coffee mug/walking
 away)
 And that'll ruin your enamel.
 BRANDON watches DAVID walk into his office, shutting his door
 behind him.
47 INT. OFFICE - CORRIDOR OUTSIDE BATHROOM. DAY. 47

 He turns right abruptly, pass the coffee area, and then right
 again. A COLLEAGUE is coming out of a door. He holds it open
 for BRANDON as he walks in. The door slowly closes, exposing
 the MEN'S sign for the bathroom.
48 INT. BOOM BOOM ROOM - COATCHECK. NIGHT. 48

 BRANDON and DAVID, not knowing what is to await them, walk
 towards the doors of the beautiful setting of THE BOOM BOOM
 ROOM.

 DAVID
 That elevator music's like a bad
 acid trip.
 HOSTESS (O.S.)
 Good evening.
 BRANDON
 Evening. Er.. Reservation.
 Sullivan?
 HOSTESS
 Great. I have you on the list. I'll
 have you follow me.
 BRANDON and DAVID take off their scarves and coats.
 31.

 BRANDON
 Thank you.
 BRANDON and DAVID give their coats to FEMALE STAFF MEMBER.
 DAVID (TO COAT CHECK GIRL)
 There you are.
 HOSTESS
 Right this way, please.
 DAVID
 Oh, wow, look at that ass. I could
 follow that forever.
 DAVID glances back at BRANDON
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Nice pick. (SNIGGERS) (WHISTLES)
 DAVID and BRANDON walk on towards the bar.
49 INT. BOOM BOOM ROOM. NIGHT. 49

 BRANDON and DAVID enter a beautiful bar. A spectacular 180
 degree view of Manhattan. The room has the most elegant
 decor. It is to die for:
 Metropolis meets Blade Runner, a glittering New York skyline
 to the North of the room, the grey endless black of the
 Hudson River to the South.
 It surpasses DAVID's idea of classy.
 The murmur of conversation-
 The shake of cocktails mixed-
 DAVID
 Oh. Oh, I forgot how beautiful this
 city is.
 BRANDON and DAVID follow the HOSTESS to take a seat at a far
 table.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Oh, thank you, thank you.
 A stunning leggy COCKTAIL WAITRESS walks up to the table,
 dressed in silky 1930's cigarette girl costume.
 COCKTAIL WAITRESS
 Hi guys. How are you both doing
 tonight? What can I get you?
 32.

 DAVID (OVER)
 Hi. Your.. Your accent. Are you..?
 Are you from erm..?
 COCKTAIL WAITRESS
 Brazil.
 DAVID
 (looking around)
 Rio. Hmmm?
 COCKTAIL WAITRESS
 Sao Paulo.
BRANDON looks down and chuckles to himself.
 DAVID
 Oh! Oh, that is a beautiful city.
 That's..
 COCKTAIL WAITRESS
 (LAUGHS) You've been there?
 DAVID
 Once or twice.
 BRANDON
 Can we get two dry martinis with
 olives.
 COCKTAIL WAITRESS
 Hm-hm.
 DAVID
 And a little bit later, why don't
 you come by for a drink with us?
 Hmm?
 COCKTAIL WAITRESS
 I'll make sure I get those drinks.
 DAVID
 Thank you.
 BRANDON
 Thanks.
The COCKTAIL WAITRESS smiles, moving on, she's heard it all
before.
DAVID smiles, clocks BRANDON's look.
 DAVID
 She would be offended if I didn't
 try.
BRANDON shakes his head and looks down.
 33.

 BRANDON
 Unbelievable.
 DAVID (OVER)
 Ah. (LAUGHS)
DAVID and BRANDON look around the room
DAVID and BRANDON are fortunate to be here. The clink of
glasses, the noise of laughter waft through the room.
Across the room, a familiar face.
Her wavering a little at first on seeing BRANDON across the
room. Their eyes lock.
She smiles, with quiet surprise-
BRANDON looks away, ignoring SISSY's gaze, not wanting to
look at her. SISSY plays on, inwardly crestfallen, her
fingers working across the piano keys.
DAVID leans back, eyes grazing over SISSY, a kind of white
noise to SISSY's beautiful music-
The seeping first bars of `New York New York' filtering
through-
 SISSY
 (singing)
 Start spreading the news. I'm
 leaving today. I want to be a part
 of it. New York..New York.
It's a familiar song but in SISSY's hands, every word
punctures like an emotional fireburst-
SISSY's voice is oddly haunting underscoring the bubble of
conversation,
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (singing)
 I want to wake up in a city that
 doesn't sleep. And find I'm king of
 the hill, top of the heap.
SISSY's eyes dart back to BRANDON, seemingly lost in his
conversation, but competing now with SISSY and her song-
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (singing)
 My little town blues-
Suddenly SISSY's fingers drop from the piano, her whole body
curving into the microphone offering a blues vocal acoustic,
slowly but quietly captivating-
 34.

 SISSY (CONT'D)
 They're melting away. I gonna make
 a brand new start of it.
Even DAVID's listening now-
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (singing)
 In old New York....
SISSY's up moving now, she is completely lost in the song and
the room is coming with her-
BRANDON concedes,looking back at SISSY, now holding the room.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (singing)
 If I can make it there-
A kind of hushed still has descended-
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (singing)
 I'll make it anywhere. It's up to
 you..New york, New york. New York,
 New York-
SISSY comes closer, walking between the tables, flirting and
laughing and drawing the audience in until they are in the
palm of her hand.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (singing)
 I want to wake up in a city, that
 never sleeps...And find I'm a
 number one-
SISSY grazes past BRANDON's table, eyes catching on BRANDON,
singing for him now-
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (singing)
 Top of the list, king
 of the hill-
BRANDON drinks, not looking at SISSY. She closes her eyes,
tears stinging, reeling back into herself-
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (singing)
 A number one...
SISSY draws out the note, bringing the song momentarily to a
silence-
 35.

SISSY's misty eyes open as BRANDON at last looks at her, the
moment oddly fragile between them, brutal and yet tender.
Even DAVID sensing something until-
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (singing)
 These little town blues-
SISSY turns, makes her way back to the piano, enjoying it now-
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (singing)
 Are melting away...
Fingers touching the keys once more, masterfully picking up
and improvising with the last few bars-
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (singing)
 I'm gonna make a brand new start of
 it - in old
 New York..
SISSY leans back. She is on fire now, singing with every
fibre of her heart and soul, like no other rendition heard.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (singing)
 And if I can make it there, I'm
 gonna make it
 anywhere It's up to you-
SISSY holds BRANDON with a voice, a sudden flickering emotion
threatening to topple her, somehow in SISSY's hands this song
is heartbreaking...
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 (singing)
 New york New york
 (quieter now)
 New York..New York..
 (even quieter)
 New york New york
 (almost to a whisper)
 New york New york.
SISSY strikes one last note, lost deep within herself-
HUSHED SILENCE-

 DAVID
 Wow. Wow! Bravo!
Sudden APPLAUSE, CHEERS, OVERWHELMING-
DAVID turns to BRANDON
 36.

 DAVID (CONT'D)
 (LAUGHS) She's good! She's good!
 BRANDON looks away, eyes filling with tears.
 BRANDON puts down his drink, blotting his coaster with the
 imprint of the deep red rim of his glass-
 He's the only one not applauding.
50 INT. BOOM BOOM ROOM. NIGHT. 50

 SISSY is being congratulated by a HIP MEDIA TYPE and his
 WIFE. The scene is one of congratulations, SISSY is admired.
 SISSY confident approaches DAVID and BRANDON. She is bold and
 self-aware.
 DAVID
 Hi.
 SISSY
 Hi.
 DAVID
 I'm David.
 SISSY
 Sissy.
 DAVI
 It's a pleasure to meet you.
 SISSY
 Nice to meet you.
 DAVID (OVER)
 I think you were fantastic and you
 look great in the dress, too.
 Please sit down.
 SISSY
 Thank you. (TO BRANDON) What did
 you think?
 BRANDON
 Yeah, it was... interesting.
 SISSY
 (LAUGHS) What do you mean?
 BRANDON
 Er.. No, it was, er.. It was good.
 It was good.
 DAVID finishes his martini.
 37.

 SISSY
 It was good?
 DAVID
 He was crying. He was crying. THere
 were tears coming down his face. I
 saw it. You made a grown-man cry.
 SISSY
 Really?
 DAVID
 Hm-hmm.
 BRANDON
 I'm gonna get some more drinks.
 DAVID
 That's a great idea. Why don't you
 get a round for the table, buddy?
 SISSY (OVER)
 Yeah.
Brandon exits.
 DAVID
 OK, I'm really sorry about that,
 I.. He's had a rough day at work. I
 think he's a bit emotional right
 now.
 SISSY
 Yeah.
 DAVID
 Yeah.
 (beat)
 So you guys grew up in Jersey,
 right?
 SISSY
 Yeah.
 DAVID
 Hmm. You still live there?
 SISSY
 GOD, no.
 DAVID
 That's good. That's good. Where do
 you live now?
 SISSY
 Kind of all over the place.
 38.

 DAVID
 Yeah? What's the last city you've
 been to?
 SISSY
 LA.

 DAVID
 Los Angeles?
 SISSY
 Mm-Hmm.
 DAVID
 Oh boy. You like it there?
 SISSY
 I mean, I'm going back.
 DAVID
 That must mean you love it then,
 huh?
 SISSY
 No! I can't even fucking drive.
 It's a nightmare.
BRANDON reappears.
 DAVID (OVER)
 (LAUGHS) Whoa, wait a minute, wait
 a minute. You can't drive?
 SISSY
 No.
 DAVID
 Why not?
 SISSY
 I tried when I was a kid, and I was
 horrible.
 DAVID
 Wait, how old were you when you
 quit driving.
 SISSY
 Sixteen.
 DAVID
 You were 16 years old?
 SISSY
 Mmhmm.
 39.

 DAVID
 So wait, wait, wait a minute. How
 do you get along in Los Angeles?
BRANDON sits behind them.
 SISSY
 I take the bus.
 DAVID
 No, no, no, no, no no. Look, look.
DAVID takes SISSY's hand. BRANDON notices, looking
uncomfortable.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 A girl like you cannot be taking
 the bus.
One of Sissy's sleeves rolls down to her elbow, as she
casually puts her hand under her chin, charmingly tilting her
head - revealing a cross stitch of scars, the trail of self
harm laced up her arm. DAVID noticies.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 What.. Waht happened to your arm
 here?
 SISSY
 Oh, just.. When I was a kid I was
 bored.
SISSY takes her hand back.
 DAVID
 Well, you must have been really
 bored.
 SISSY
 I was.
 DAVID
 Alright, we've got a problem. your
 sister cannot be taking the bus
 anywhere. OK. I know a guy who owns
 a car rental company. We're gonna
 get you a car, we're going to drive
 around in circles in a parking lot
 and you are going to learn how to
 drive.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Not a stick, automatic. It's a
 little easier.
 SISSY
 I would love that.
 40.

 DAVID
 You'd love that. That's good. You
 know what? Better yet..
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 We're going to get you a golf cart.
 We're gonna get you a gold cart and
 you will drive the golf cart
 around.
 SISSY (OVER)
 Wow, now we're talking. I
 would..yeah.
 DAVID (OVER)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah.
 SISSY
 Everybody should drive golf carts.
 DAVID (OVER)
 A golf cart right up Fifth Avenue,
 huh? (LAUGHS)
SISSY sips her drink.
 SISSY
 (LAUGHS) Mmm.
 DAVID
 You know, they should They should.
 It would be a lot cleaner and
 greener. It would be great for the
 city. Brandon, what do you think?
 BRANDON
 Sounds great.
 DAVID
 Yeah?
DAVID looks at BRANDON. BRANDON looks like he would rather be
anywhere than where he is now.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 (laughs)
 I love your, brother. What an
 amazing man. How long are you here
 for?
 SISSY
 I don't know.
 DAVID
 You don't know? Can I see you
 again? Please?
Sissy laughs.
 41.

 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Is that too forward? I just.. I
 find you fascinating, I really do.
 I think you're a fascinating
 creature, I'd love to see you
 again.
 (beat)
 Listen, why don't we.. this is a
 celebration, let's have champagne.
 SISSY
 Yes!
 DAVID
 Champagne for everybody. For the
 whole table. Come on!
 SISSY (OVER)
 Champagne!
 BRANDON looks unenthusiastic
 BRANDON
 Champagne.
51 INT. CAB (CROWN VIC STYLE). NIGHT. 51

 BRANDON wedged in the back of the cab, with DAVID and SISSY
 as they are lost eating one another's faces.
 Looking uncomfortable, BRANDON frequently takes glimpses in
 the rear view mirror.
 DAVID and SISSY continue making out. It's almost animal.
52 EXT. STREET. OUTSIDE APARTMENT. NIGHT. 52

 A dimly lit street-
 A cab is pulling up. DAVID opens the door.
 DAVID
 I've got it, I've got it. Get out,
 get out, get out, get out.
 DAVID is wearing SISSY's hat.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Come here, come here, come here,
 come here.
 Finally SISSY steps out of the cab, DAVID lifts her over his
 shoulder.
 42.

 SISSY
 (YELPS) Oh, God! No! (LAUGHS)
 DAVID
 (STRAINS) Come on, come on with me,
 come on...
 SISSY
 Get off. Get off. Get off.
 DAVID (OVER)
 You wanted me to do that. How did
 that work?
 SISSY
 Get off me.
 SISSY starts to enter thru the revolving door. DAVID follows
 DAVID
 Ah come on, come on, come on, come
 on, come on...
 BRANDON is left alone to pay the driver.
53 INT. BRANDON'S APARTMENT - CORRIDOR. NIGHT. 53

 BRANDON waits in the lobby, pressing the button for the
 elevator. An elevator arrives. He ignores it and sits down.
54 INT. CORRIDOR/KITCHEN. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 54

 Darkness-
 BRANDON enter his apartment door.
 He hears giggling from his bedroom.
 SISSY (O.S.)
 (LAUGHS) Well, I am hot, I am hot.
 DAVID (O.S.)
 You are hot.
 SISSY/DAVID (O.S.)
 (LAUGHTER and chatter)
 BRANDON walks to his kitchen.
 HE hits the kitchen cabinet in frustration.
 He walks into the living area and paces.
 BRANDON considers, looking out through the window, he sits on
 the ledge, wringing his hands.
 43.

 SISSY (O.S.)
 No!
 DAVID (O.S.)
 (LAUGHS)

 SISSY (O.S.)
 You're cursing me. I need to take
 this off. I'm hot. I need to take
 it off. I'm hot.
 DAVID (O.S.)
 Nice sheets
 SISSY (O.S.)
 Aren't they nice sheet? Bed, bath
 and beyond. Stop..
 MORE GIGGLING, hushed now, more breathless-
 DAVID (O.S.)
 What if I kiss you right here...?
 About here.
 BRANDON takes off his shoes and starts to undress. We hear
 SISSY and DAVID making love.
 SISSY (O.S.)
 (MOANS)

 DAVID (O.S.)
 Yeah?
 BRANDON doesn't want to hear. BRANDON stands back against a
 wall, as if transfixed, as if he cannot take any more. His
 breathing is irregular. Something of the past has come to the
 present. All of his distractions have now stopped, and he is
 at once confronted with himself.
 His face bears the pain of something long passed, but
 visually present. This wound has not healed.
 Jolting himself out of his trance, BRANDON hurriedly heads
 out into the corridor-
55 INT. CORRIDOR. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 55

 BRANDON pulls running gear from the hallway closet an exits,
 leaving the RISING BREATH of DAVID and SISSY LOST IN FURTIVE
 SEXUAL INTERCOURSE DRIFTING ALONG THE CORRIDOR, JUST AUDIBLE,
 QUIETLY PROVOKING AS IT UNDERSCORES.

56 EXT. STREET. OUTSIDE APARTMENT. NIGHT. 56

 A dimly lit street-
 44.

 BRANDON just visible in his apartment block steady on the
 approach. He is dressed in running gear.
 Pushing the glass doors open, BRANDON hesitates and presses a
 button on the iPod Nano on his arm. He stretches, zips his
 top, pulling his hood up.
 BRANDON slips his earphones on, moving off.
57 EXT. STREET. OUTSIDE APARTMENT. NIGHT. 57

 BRANDON running past illuminated windows and neon lights. The
 city is alive. BRANDON stays focused, running, music pumping
 in his head.
58 INT. CORRIDOR. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 58

 Later
 BRANDON enters his apartment checking for noises.
 The sound of movement in the bathroom.
 He pushes open his bedroom door. It's like a murder scene.
 Pale blue sheets in disarray, the mattress nearly coming off
 the bed, sheets soaked with sweat and the smell of sex.
 A lone condom disregarded on the floor.
 We see his bedside drawer ajar.
 He walks into his bedroom and pushes the drawer shut.
59 INT. BEDROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 59

 Later -
 BRANDON lies on his bed, with clean white sheets, sidelight
 on.
 SISSY enters. BRANDON opens his eyes, inwardly flinches.
 SISSY gets into the bed, covering herself with the white
 sheet. Snuggles up to BRANDON
 BRANDON
 I have to be up and out by seven.
 SISSY inhales through her teeth.
 SISSY
 (to herself)
 It's cold.
 Uncomfortable SILENCE-
 45.

 BRANDON
 Sissy, get out of my room?
 SISSY doesn't move.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 Sissy, get out of my room.
 All this time, BRANDON has not looked at SISSY, staring up to
 the blank ceiling. He SCREAMS at the top of his lungs-
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 GET THE FUCK OUT! GET OUT!

 SISSY gets up, deliberate, as if rising from the dead, and
 slowly walks around the bed.
 SISSY SLAMS the bedroom door on her exit.
60 INT. OFFICE. DAY. 60

 Midday-
 The office is in full flow-
 BRANDON crosses it, clearly worse for wear.
 A TECHNICIAN wheels a computer out of BRANDON's office.
 STEVEN
 (in passing)
 Hey slacker, your computer's back.
 BRANDON heads towards his desk, stopping on seeing-
 STEVEN (CONT'D)
 Dave's looking for you.
 STEVEN exits again.
 BRANDON observes, his computer is back at his desk.
61 INT. OFFICE - DAVID'S OFFICE. DAY. 61

 BRANDON puts his head around the-
 DAVID (O.S.)
 (INTO PHONE) Yeah, yeah. It was
 really great last night.
 SKYPE SON (OVER)
 (THRU COMPUTER) Daddy, daddy.
 DAVID (O.S.)
 (INTO PHONE) Ah, listen, I gotta
 go. OK, thanks for calling.
 46.

 DAVID (O.S.) (CONT'D)
 (INTO COMPUTER) Hey, buddy.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Er, listen, we said an hour French
 and then Isobel's gonna pick you up
 because Mommy's picking up Nathan.
 Alright? You can go after.
 SKYPE SON
 Yeah, I know. But Mommy says I
 can't
 DAVID (OVER)
 OK, well. Let's go talk to Mommy
 hmm..?
 SKYPE SON
 Aw.. She's all the way downstairs.
 DAVID (OVER)
 Well, go downstairs and tell her
 that Daddy said it's okay for you
 to go to Jason's
 SKYPE SON
 Ohhh..
 DAVID
 Hah? Come on. How about that? Do
 it. YOu can do it. Get up.
 SKYPE SON
 OK.

 DAVID
 Yeah.
 SKYPE SON
 Mommy? Mommy?
DAVID's SON exits the computer screen. David looks up at
BRANDON.

 DAVID
 (LAUGHS) What's up, man?
 BRANDON
 Well, Steven said you wanted to see
 me?
 DAVID
 Yeah. Er, Dude. Nine o'clock this
 morning, where were you?
 BRANDON
 Dentist. Root canal.
 47.

 DAVID
 Oh, shit. Now, what did I tell you
 about that? Who d'you see?
 BRANDON
 Gary Sher... King's practice, West
 57th street.
 DAVID
 Good. Good. You're stinging that
 company health care plan, I hope,
 right?
 BRANDON
 Sure.
 DAVID
 That's what it's there for, man.
 Alright brother.
BRANDON turns to leave.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Listen, one more thing.
BRANDON turns back.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Your hard drive is filthy, all
 right. We got your computer back. I
 mean, it is, it is, dirty. I'm
 talking like hoes, sluts, anal,
 double anal, penetration, inter
 racial facial, man. Cream pie. I
 don't even know what that is.
 DAVID (CONT'D)
 Do you think it was your intern?
DAVID finally looks up, holds BRANDON's gaze, with discreet
challenge until-
 BRANDON
 (beat)
 On my hard drive?
DAVID nods, resumes working-
 DAVID
 Yeah, someone's fucking with your
 account, man.And we're blowing our
 wad in cash, you know? It takes a
 really really sick fuck to spend
 all day on that shit.
BRANDON nods, makes to go.
 48.

 From beyond-
 SKYPE SON
 Daddy...Daddy...
 BRANDON exits.
 DAVID
 Yeah. Hey buddy, Er, what she say?
 SKYPE SON
 She said I can go to Jason's for
 half an hour but I have to be home
 by five for dinner.
 DAVID
 OK. That's great. See? Best of both
 worlds. You got everything you
 want.
 BRANDON takes this opportunity to leave.
 SKYPE SON
 Yep.
 DAVID
 You happy?
 SKYPE SON
 Yeah.
 DAVID
 Yeah. You better be. Get out of
 here.
 SKYPE SON
 OK. Alright. See you
 DAVID
 OK.

 DAVID looks up, watches BRANDON heading back to his desk,
 quietly considering.
 A child's painting stuck to the wall behind DAVID.
62 INT. COFFEE AREA - OFFICE. DAY. 62

 BRANDON, lost in familiar routine, pours sugar into his
 coffee-
 MARIANNE
 Hey-
 BRANDON looks up, MARIANNE loiters-
 49.

 BRANDON
 Hey.
 MARIANNE
 You like your sugar.
 BRANDON
 (nods/ smiles)
 I do.
 MARIANNE is still standing, waiting. They look at each other.
 Eventually she turns and walks out.
63 EXT. PIER. HUDSON RIVER. NIGHT. 63

 BRANDON stands at the end of a long pier, looking out toward
 the Hudson River, the LAP of murky water, audible. He hovers
 for a moment, and considers, then slowly makes his way back
 to the main road.
 The glittering lights of Jersey stretching wide beyond.
64 EXT. NEAR STANDARD HOTEL. NIGHT. 64

 Above, the tall, endless glass of The Standard Hotel, scored
 with a honeycomb of windows, randomly illuminated like tiny
 still lives.
 BRANDON comes to a corner, lights a cigarette and leans.
 Above him, engraved in stone is "1949." He looks up toward
 the tall building, which appears like a Stasi East Berlin
 building. Stark and authoritative.
 A KID slaps his palms against the glass of a fourth floor
 window, a FILIPINO NANNY ushers him away.
 A WOMAN, early 30s, phone to her ear, dressed in black jeans
 and t-shirt, paces along the window. Catching sight of
 BRANDON, she PULLS the curtain along the length of the glass.
 A MAN stares blankly out, clearly fresh in on a flight and
 jet lagged, enjoying the view two floors up.
 A FEMALE CLEANER just visible lost in the monotony of
 cleaning, makes large brush strokes with a large pink fluffy
 duster.
 And then BRANDON sees her-
 A MIDDLE AGED WOMAN stands, naked her body pressed against
 the floor to ceiling glass, high up, overlooking the Hudson
 River. The steady back and forth of the MIDDLE AGED MAN
 behind her gradually reveals both are lost in a stand up
 fuck.
 50.

 BRANDON hesitates, quiet fascination flickering across his
 face as for a brief flickering moment BRANDON's eyes lock
 with the MIDDLE AGED WOMAN's dead gaze, standing high above-
 A CAR HORN LOUD UNREMITTING-

 BRANDON turns, his hypnotism broken. It's as if he comes back
 to himself.
65 EXT. STREET. NEAR RESTAURANT. NIGHT. 65

 A distant restaurant illuminating a dimly lit street-
 MARIANNE waiting inside the bar, seated, with a drink,
 clearly there for some time. Her eyes checking the room, with
 quiet concern.
 BRANDON stands watching from a distance-
 BRANDON makes to cross, hovering on the edge of the gutter
 until-
66 INT. RESTAURANT. NIGHT. 66

 BRANDON enters the restaurant.
 BRANDON
 Hi.
 MARIANNE
 Hello-
 BRANDON
 Hello. (LAUGHS)
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 Did you find it okay?
 MARIANNE
 Yes, I'm glad you made it.
 BRANDON
 Oh, yeah. I'm late. Sorry.
 BRANDON sits down at the table where MARIANNE is already
 seated.
 MARIANNE
 You look handsome.
 BRANDON
 You look amazing.
 A WAITER enters.
 51.

 WAITER
 Hi.
WAITER places the wine list in front of BRANDON and hands out
menus.
 MARIANNE (UNDER)
 Thank you.
 WAITER
 OK.

 BRANDON
 Thanks.
 WAITER
 I have few specials on the menu, if
 you'd like to hear them?
MARIANNE smiles, eyes darting to BRANDON, playful. The WAITER
oblivious, clearly on a roll.
 BRANDON
 Sure.
 WAITER (O.S.)
 Erm.. The soup of the day is tomato
 with basil oil and Parmesan
 crostini. The special is marinated
 swordfish, tabbouleh and Moroccan
 Chermoula. It's really good. Er,
 we're also serving a DeBragga and
 Spitler New York Strip with a side
 order of fries and the salad is
 snow pea and radish with a cider
 vinaigrette. Can I start you off
 with a sparkling water?
BRANDON nods, (CLEARS THROAT)-
 BRANDON
 Tap water's fine.
 WAITER
 OK and the wine menu's right next
 to you. Yep. There you go-
BRANDON pulls out a wine menu hidden under his bread plate.
 BRANDON
 You want some wine?
 MARIANNE
 Sure.
 BRANDON
 White? Red?
 52.

 MARIANNE
 Red maybe..
The WAITER hovers, points to a red on the menu-
 WAITER
 The Pinot Noir is er..light..
 Erm.If you like it like.. Light.
The GLIDE of a napkin across BRANDON's lap, the WAITER a
constant presence, on the edge of irritating.
 BRANDON
 Great.
 WAITER
 OK. I'll be back.
The WAITER smiles, at last moves off-
They sit looking at their menus.
BRANDON steals a moment, eyes tracing over-
MARIANNE's fingers playing with the edge of her menu-
The flutter of her lashes-
Nipples ghosting her dress.
An ring indent around her wedding finger, the shrink of skin.
 BRANDON
 So (CLEARS THROAT) Where do you
 live? (LAUGHS)
 MARIANNE
 (LAUGHS) Brooklyn.
 BRANDON
 Nice.
 MARIANNE
 Born and raised. Where you from?
 MARIANNE (CONT'D)
 Where you from?
 BRANDON
 I was born in Ireland. We moved
 here when I was a teen.
The WAITER enters again, with water.
 MARIANNE
 Do you get back much? (TO WAITER)
 Thank you.
 53.

WAITER pours water for MARIANNE
 BRANDON
 A couple of times.
 MARIANNE
 A big family? You miss them?
 BRANDON
 Er.. I have a sister.
 MARIANNE
 I have two.
 BRANDON
 Oh, yeah?
 MARIANNE
 Yeah.
 BRANDON
 Older, younger?
 MARIANNE
 Older and younger. I'm in the
 middle.
BRANDON stares at MARIANNE
 MARIANNE (CONT'D)
 What?
 BRANDON
 Just wondering.
 MARIANNE
 (LAUGHS) are you nervous?
 BRANDON
 Why would I be nervous?
MARIANNE smiles, holds his look.
 MARIANNE
 You look a little nervous.
 BRANDON
 Do I? No.
 MARIANNE
 Well, what's a date?
BRANDON shrugs-
 BRANDON
 It's no big deal.
 54.

 MARIANNE
 It took me an hour to figure out
 what to wear.
 BRANDON
 You chose wisely.
MARIANNE shrugs, smiles-
BRANDON laughs-
The WAITER returns-
 WAITER
 I forgot to say the crab comes in
 the shell.
 BRANDON
 Great.
The WAITER pauses, expectantly.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 Oh. Yeah... I haven't even looked
 at this.
 MARIANNE
 Erm, I'll have the lamb.
The WAITER scrawls it down on a pad, barely looking up.
 WAITER
 The Lamb.
 BRANDON
 I'll have the Lamb too. That sounds
 great.
 MARIANNE
 (LAUGHS)

 WAITER
 Erm, No appetizer?
 BRANDON
 (looking to MARIANNE)
 You want-?
MARIANNE shrugs, closes her menu.
 MARIANNE
 I'm fine.
 BRANDON
 No.
 55.

 WAITER
 OK, and how would you like the
 lamb?
 BRANDON
 Medium.
 WAITER
 We recommend it pretty pink.
The WAITER waits-
BRANDON looks at MARIANNE, they giggle.
 BRANDON
 OK.

 MARIANNE
 Hm-hm.
 WAITER
 Pink it is.
The WAITER takes the menus. MARIANNE stares at BRANDON.
 WAITER (CONT'D)
 Thank you. Excuse me.
The WAITER exits.
 BRANDON
 So, you seeing anyone at the
 moment?
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 No.
 MARIANNE
 No. Really? Why? Why is that?
 BRANDON
 I don't know. Just er, it's just
 the way it is.
 MARIANNE
 It's just the way it is. Yeah, I
 erm... actually, I'm separated.
 BRANDON
 Right.
The dip of skin, soft under her chin, a finger grazing over
it, nervously.
 MARIANNE
 Yeah. Kind of a recent thing.
 56.

 BRANDON
 OK. You were married for long?
 MARIANNE
 No.
The WAITER returns.
 WAITER
 Did we decide on the wine?
BRANDON hesitates, on the edge but-
 BRANDON
 Erm, well, yeah erm.. The Pinot..
 Was it the Pinot Noir, you said?
BRANDON scours the wine menu at a loss-
BRANDON looks to MARIANNE, she shrugs-
 WAITER
 Yeah, great..Great choice. OK.
The WAITER nods, at last moves off-
 MARIANNE
 I wasn't married long. Gave it a
 shot. It didn't really work out.
 BRANDON
 No.
 MARIANNE
 Wow.
 BRANDON
 What?
 MARIANNE
 Well, you just seem, like..
 (LAUGHS)

 BRANDON
 What?
 MARIANNE
 ...averse to the whole idea.
 BRANDON
 Well, yeah. I mean, I just don't
 understand why people would want to
 get married. Especially nowadays, I
 mean, it's.. You know.. I don't see
 the point.
 MARIANNE
 In relationships?
 57.

 BRANDON
 It doesn't seem realistic.
MARIANNE considers, lips grazing the rim of the glass.
 MARIANNE
 Are you serious? I mean..
 BRANDON
 Yeah, I am, really.
 MARIANNE
 (LAUGHS) Well, then, you know, why
 are we here, if we don't matter to
 one another?
 BRANDON
 Well..
 MARIANNE
 Why are you here?
 BRANDON
 The food's supposed to be really
 great here. (LAUGHS)
MARIANNE nods, doesn't look amused-
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 No, no, no, no. I'm not.. I'm not
 saying it like that. I mean, I just
 mean, you know.. One person for the
 rest of your life? I mean, it's.. I
 mean, you know, you come to
 restaurants, you see couples
 sitting together and they don't
 even speak to one another. They
 don't have anything to say, they
 don't have anything.
 MARIANNE
 They probably don't have to speak
 because they're connected.
 BRANDON
 Or they're just bored with one
 another.
 MARIANNE
 Every..
The WAITER approaches, a bottle of wine in hand.
 WAITER (OVER)
 Here we go.
The WAITER uncorks the wine.
 58.

 MARIANNE
 What's your longest relationship?
 BRANDON
 Erm..
 He pours a little into BRANDON's glass.
 MARIANNE
 Exactly.
 BRANDON gestures for the WAITER to pour.
 BRANDON
 Oh, that's.. you can pour.
 WAITER
 Sure.
 WAITER fills BRANDON's glass.
 BRANDON
 Four months.
 WAITER finishes pouring BRANDON's wine and starts filling
 MARIANNE's.
 MARIANNE
 You have to commit. You have to
 actually give it a shot.
 BRANDON
 I did.. (LAUGHS).. For four months.
 WAITER (UNDER)
 I'll leave the bottle.
 The WAITER slides the bottle down, moving off-
 MARIANNE
 For four months.
67 EXT. STREET. OUTSIDE RESTAURANT. NIGHT. 67

 A dirty grey street, brightened by the glow of BRANDON and
 MARIANNE seated inside the restaurant.
68 EXT. STREET. NEAR RESTAURANT. NIGHT. 68

 LATER-

 BRANDON and MARIANNE stand heady from the wine and a little
 awkward in the freezing cold-
 They walk-
 59.

BRANDON sneaks a side glance, MARIANNE smiles. It's freezing.
They're breath and bodies steaming as they walk.
 MARIANNE
 Thank you.
 BRANDON
 Look, touch that.
BRANDON bows, pointing to the back of his head.
 MARIANNE
 Your head?
MARIANNE turns to touch BRANDON's head. As she does so, he
GROWLS at her, like a little dog.
 BRANDON
 GRRRRRR.

MARIANNE shrieks.
They BOTH laugh.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 (LAUGHS) Oh, no, no, no...
 MARIANNE
 (LAUGHS) You're such a.. Weirdo.
She pushes him playfully.
 BRANDON
 No, seriously, seriously. Touch it.
 MARIANNE
 OK.

There's a massive knot on the back of his head.
 MARIANNE (CONT'D)
 Oh, my God.
 BRANDON
 Do you feel that?
 MARIANNE
 Yeah, what is it?
 BRANDON
 It's a remnant.
 MARIANNE
 A remnant?
 60.

 BRANDON
 Yeah, from the Neanderthals.
 There's only a few of us left since
 the homo sapiens took over.
 MARIANNE (OVER)
 OK. Hmm.. That would explain the
 forehead.
 BRANDON
 What's that supposed to mean?
 MARIANNE
 `What's that supposed to mean?'
 BRANDON
 What do you mean?
 MARIANNE
 (CHUCKLES) No, seriously, how did
 you get it?
 BRANDON
 (COUGHS) I used to play this game
 with my cousin.
 MARIANNE
 Hm-hmm.
 BRANDON
 Where I would sit on his feet and
 he'd fly me through the air. I hit
 my head on the ceiling and I
 blacked out.
They both laugh. Marianne laughs hysterically. BRANDON laughs
along.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 I was knocked out for 5-10 minutes.
 I peed my pants.
 MARIANNE
 (Reacts Sympathetically) Oh.
 BRANDON
 If you had a choice to live in the
 past or future and you could be
 anything you wanted, what would you
 be?
 MARIANNE
 What would you be?
 BRANDON
 I always wanted to be a musician in
 the sixties.
 61.

 MARIANNE
 That's cool A musician?
 BRANDON
 Yeah.
 MARIANNE
 Sixties is tough though. I saw
 GIMME SHELTER recently, you know
 the Rolling Stones documentary?
 BRANDON
 Yeah.
 MARIANNE
 It kind of seemed like hell.
 BRANDON
 What?
 MARIANNE
 (LAUGHS) Yeah, the sixties would be
 the last place I'd want to be.
 BRANDON
 No way!
 MARIANNE
 Yes. Eugh, chaos!
 BRANDON
 So where would you wanna, and what
 would you wanna be?
 MARIANNE
 Erm.. You know. Here, now.
 BRANDON
 That's boring
 MARIANNE
 Fuck you. (LAUGHS)
Still walking along, BRANDON thinks for a moment. BRANDON
turns and stares at MARIANNE, holding his gaze. MARIANNE
blushes. There's a silence as they walk on. They get to a
subway entrance.
 MARIANNE (CONT'D)
 OK. Well, this is me.
BRANDON nods, hovers by the subway, awkward and yet-
 BRANDON
 This is you.
They stand heady from the wine and a little awkward.
 62.

 MARIANNE
 Thank you very much Brandon.
 BRANDON
 Thank you very much MARIANNE. We
 should do this again.
 SILENCE

 They loiter on the edge of something more.
 MARIANNE
 Right.
 SILENCE

 BRANDON hovers, momentarily fragile, the sting of
 uncertainty. MARIANNE descends into the depths of the subway,
 with a half wave.
 BRANDON
 So, is that a yes?
 MARIANNE (O.S.)
 Maybe, yeah.
69 INT. CORRIDOR. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 69

 The CLICK of the door-
 BRANDON enters. The sound of the record player, which had
 finished hours ago, rotates empty on the turntable.
 Pulling off his jacket-
 BRANDON
 Hello? Sissy?
 SILENCE-

 BRANDON puts the needle back in it's dock. HE hangs up his
 jacket, takes his bag, heads towards the living room. He
 spies all SISSY's crap spilling out across the floor-
 He sighs.
 Heads to the kitchen and gets a can out of the fridge.
70 INT. CORRIDOR. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 70

 The lock of the front door rotates. Someone is entering the
 apartment.
 Darkness-
 SISSY bursts through the door, in a hurry.
 63.

 After a moment the bathroom door opens, cutting a slit of
 light into the darkness.
 From the blackness we see BRANDON framed, masturbating in
 front of the bathroom sink.
 SISSY, shocked, stands with her hand still on the door
 handle, transfixed by a naked BRANDON.
 As BRANDON instinctively turns, SISSY runs from view.
 SISSY slams the door shut.
 BRANDON (O.S.)
 Oh! Fuck!
 SISSY
 (SNIGGERS) Fuck!
 BRANDON looks at himself in the mirror, full of shame and
 bewilderment and deep embarrassment.
 Slowly but surely these expressions turn into rage. He hits
 the wall in frustration.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 Fuck!
71 INT. LIVING ROOM CORRIDOR. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 71

 BRANDON opens the bathroom door, with towel tied around his
 waist, looking for SISSY.
 BRANDON
 What? Are you fucking spying on me?
 SISSY
 (LAUGHS) Lock the fucking door,
 Brandon.
 BRANDON (OVER)
 Are you fucking spying?
 SISSY
 (Mimicking him) Uhh.. Are you
 fucking spying?
 BRANDON leans over SISSY, pushes her down onto the sofa.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 Fuck! (LAUGHS) Brandon..
 BRANDON (OVER)
 What do you want? What do you want?
 BRANDON climbs onto SISSY, straddling her.
 64.

 SISSY
 Oh, you wanna fight? You wanna
 fight? You wanna fight? You wanna
 fight?
 BRANDON (OVER)
 Yeah? You want some of this? You
 want some of this?
BRANDON's towel falls down as he forcefully pins her down.
 SISSY (UNDER)
 You wanna fight? You wanna fight?
 You wanna.
 BRANDON (OVER)
 What do you want from me? What do
 you want from me?
 SISSY
 Brandon!
BRANDON shakes SISSY by the shoulders. She reacts, upset now.
 BRANDON
 (SHOUTS) What do you want?
 SISSY (OVER)
 (SHOUTS) Get off me!
 BRANDON
 (SHOUTS) Why did you come here?
 Why?
 SISSY (OVER)
 Get off me! Get off me!
 BRANDON
 Why?
 SISSY (OVER)
 Get of me!
 BRANDON
 Why?!
 SISSY
 Ow! You're fucking hurting me.
 BRANDON (OVER)
 Talk to me! You fucking bitch!
 SISSY (OVER)
 Fucking get the fuck off, you
 fucking weirdo.
BRANDON stands and exits. SISSY shouting after him.
 65.

 BRANDON (O.S.)
 Fucking slut!
72 INT. BATHROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 72

 BRANDON locks the bathroom door.
 He exhales, letting the moment slowly pass until-
 SISSY (O.C.)
 Brandon-
 BRANDON lowers himself onto the floow, desperately struggling
 with his emotions-
 He closes his eyes, eyelashes fragile and flickering until-
 BRANDON opens them, reaches a hand out, almost mechanically,
 turns up the shower, the room now swirling in steam, trying
 to drown SISSY's voice out.
 SISSY (O.S.) (CONT'D)
 Brandon, I'm sorry.
 BRANDON closes his eyes, tears pricking-
73 INT. LIVING ROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 73

 SISSY walking back from kitchen, resigned-
 BRANDON's laptop on and open on his desk.
 SISSY approaches it, sinking down in front of the illuminated
 laptop.
 She absently taps the mouse, dragging open a series of held
 windows, the shifting lights of the screen cast across her
 face, revealing-
 Slowly SISSY's face changes, a blurred smorgasbord of porn
 sites, graphic and obscene, their colors reflecting across
 her face and body. An escalating collage of graphic images,
 obscene sexual messages and a provocative sexual conversation
 hanging mid sentence addressed to a live sex chatroom. The
 images haunting, brutal, from the weird to the
 sadomasochistic. The open windows, an endless stacking of
 obscene chatroom conversation, emails posted with graphic
 sexual photos and live webcam images of every combination of
 fucking disappearing into the screen in infinite form.
 SISSY is taken aback and strangely intrigued-
 Suddenly a voice from the screen, images briefly glimpsed, a
 woman legs splayed-
 66.

 FROM SCREEN
 Hey, where's Brandon? Are you
 Brandon's girlfriend? Do you want
 to play?
 SISSY looks closer, mildly appalled.
 FROM SCREEN (CONT'D)
 Do you wanna play with my tits? I
 know Brandon would really like it..
 And I know exactly what Brandon
 likes.
 BRANDON picks up the laptop and heads towards his bedroom.
 SISSY takes her coat and leaves the apartment.
74 INT. BEDROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 74

 LATER-

 The thump of music-
 BRANDON sitting on the edge of his bed, the pumping music
 from a stereo in the apartment seemingly getting louder,
 hands grasping his hair. Then suddenly he enters the whole
 contents of his bedside drawer into a black garbage bag.
 Then, BRANDON moving like a dervish through the apartment, a
 black garbage bag in his hand, dumping pieces of paper, post
 it notes and business cards with hastily written cellphone
 numbers on the back.
 BRANDON moves on, picking up anything he can find. An old
 jacket, elbows worn. A handful of old t-shirts.
 He moves off down the corridor with growing frenzy, grabbing
 more crap along the way, one of SISSY's dirty thongs on the
 floor. He picks it up, moving on.
75 INT. KITCHEN. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 75

 An open fridge-
 BRANDON tipping bowls of old food and long past it sell by
 date mush into the bag.
 Cans of Red Bull, crappy cereals, jam with mould on top, an
 old joint, magazines all get dumped on route.
 BRANDON heads out, picking up more detritus along the way,
 old pens, an old cellphone, a pair of defunked headphones-
 A pile of porn mags, in a cupboard, pulled out as he heads
 down along the corridor.
 67.

76 INT. LIVING ROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 76

 BRANDON strips the room, pulling out an old pair of sneakers
 smelling and cracked from under a chair. He peers up, looks
 around the room almost bare-
 His laptop resting on his desk. BRANDON stops, considers,
 initially resistant and then something finally compels him to
 do it-
 He picks up the laptop, yanking the plug hard from the wall.
 Dumping it inside the garbage bag, he moves on picking up an
 ipod, a gameboy, ipod nano, wires and cables and stuff.
 Slapping a tangle of wires into the garbage, he drags the
 heaving bag of crap out into the corridor.
 The SLAM of the front door-
77 EXT. STREET. OUTSIDE APARTMENT. NIGHT. 77

 BRANDON heading down the steps of his apartment, heaving the
 swelled and dripping bag into a heaving garbage can parked on
 the sidewalk. A pile of black garbage bags already piled up
 along the street in waiting for collection.
 Further down the street a YOUNG COUPLE holds hands, walks by
 the arrangement of trash bags littering the sidewalk.
 A SIREN goes past-
 The DISTANT banter of a GANG OF KIDS.
 BRANDON heads back up to his apartment, shutting the door
 firmly.
78 INT. BRANDON'S OFFICE. DAY. 78

 BRANDON, now the voyeur, looks across the room, into
 MARIANNE's office. He studies her, almost like prey. The
 moment seems to last a lifetime. There is much want in
 BRANDON's face, but from this distance seems unobtainable.
 Suddenly, and without any warning, BRANDON walks into his
 dream, entering MARIANNE's office, and pulls her behind a
 partition, kissing her unapologetically and passionately.
 She responds, startled, but happy to be taken. She
 surrenders.
 They pull away, looking at one another. She smiles,
 laughing, his spirit infectious, drawing her on.
 BRANDON
 Come on.
 BRANDON leads MARIANNE away.
 68.

79 EXT. STANDARD HOTEL. DAY. 79

 BRANDON and MARIANNE stepping out of a cab, BRANDON leading
 MARIANNE, both giggling and tripping.
 MARIANNE
 Where are you taking me? (LAUGHS)
 BRANDON
 Come on. You'll see
 MARIANNE stops. She smiles, quizzically, allowing herself to
 be guided and yet-
 MARIANNE
 No, where are we going? (LAUGHS)
 BRANDON
 Come on.
80 INT. BATHROOM. STANDARD HOTEL. DAY. 80

 BRANDON snorts two lines of coke in quick succession on top
 of the white water tank in the toilet.
 Exiting, we see MARIANNE looking out onto the Hudson from the
 large hotel window.
81 INT. BEDROOM. STANDARD HOTEL. DAY. 81

 BRANDON enters the bedroom, stopping to prepare a drink.
 Watching MARIANNE at the window.
 BRANDON
 You wanna drink?
 He pours a drink from the mini bar.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 What are you looking at?
 MARIANNE
 The view is amazing.
 BRANDON approaches nervously, standing next to her.
 BRANDON
 Hey.
 MARIANNE leans up and kisses BRANDON.
 MARIANNE
 (LAUGHS)
 69.

 MARIANNE takes BRANDON's hand and leads him to the bed. We
 see both of them slowly discovering each other through tender
 touches.
 MARIANNE caresses BRANDON's face and kisses both his eyes.
 BRANDON attempts to do the same to MARIANNE, slowly but
 surely. This ritual becomes more aroused, clothes start to
 fall away, revealing for the first time both each other's
 flesh.
 BRANDON rolls up her skirt, laughs at her panites. MARIANNE
 giggles.
 BRANDON
 (LAUGHS) Are they vintage?
 MARIANNE
 A little bit. (LAUGHS)
 The ritual begins to get more passionate, as they feel for
 each other's breasts and thighs.
 At the height of this passionate encounter, BRANDON's
 attention strangely, slowly starts to fade. It's as if the
 intimacy that he has discovered starts to frighten him.
 He recoils, unable to continue.
 Both lie on their backs silently, in frustration, breathing
 heavily. MARIANNE's face is one of puzzlement and hurt. She
 looks at BRANDON for some kind of answer. He gets up.
 MARIANNE, unsure what to do, sits up and pulls down her
 skirt, adjusts her hair.
82 INT. BEDROOM. STANDARD HOTEL. DAY. 82

 Late afternoon sunlight seeping across the room-
 BRANDON sits at the edge of the bath looking out onto the
 view.
 MARIANNE
 Brandon? Erm...
 MARIANNE looks at him, the moment fragile. She does up her
 bra.
 MARIANNE (CONT'D)
 You know, it's cool. It's OK.
 MARIANNE (CONT'D)
 Should I go?
 BRANDON
 Sure.
 70.

 Hurt, MARIANNE put on her top, picks up her bag and makes to
 leave
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 I can walk you down.
 MARIANNE (O.S.)
 That's OK.
 SILENCE-

 BRANDON looks back out over the grey of the Hudson River.
 BRANDON's face is one of embarrassment and failure.
 The CLICK of the door, MARIANNE gone.
 The HUM of the traffic, audible through an ajar window.
 BRANDON reaches his hand out, catching the breeze, peering
 down, a man on the edge.
83 INT. BEDROOM. STANDARD HOTEL. DAY. 83

 BRANDON banging the life out of HOTEL LOVER, doggy style,
 tits pressed up against the glass of the window-
 The DISTANT SCREECH of horns.
84 EXT. STREET. BELOW STANDARD HOTEL. DAY. 84

 The trawl of cars-
 The grey of the Hudson River-
 BRANDON and the HOTEL LOVER just visible high above, caught
 full frontal in the window-
85 INT. BEDROOM. STANDARD HOTEL. DAY. 85

 BRANDON close to climax-
 A cold sweat beading BRANDON's forehead as he comes, face
 twisted before the slow seep of release.
 BRANDON withdraws, laughs. The HOTEL LOVER laughs as well.
 BRANDON turns, for a moment she is almost beautiful.
 HOTEL LOVER smiles, already pulling on her underwear. BRANDON
 watches her, pulling on a tiny thong. She looks up, stares at
 him.
 BRANDON looks away, fighting back the cold flutter of shame.
 71.

 BRANDON
 Can I get you a drink?
 HOTEL LOVER hesitates, smile, shakes her head.
 HOTEL LOVER
 No.
 BRANDON nods. HOTEL LOVER fingers fastening a cheap nylon
 bra.
 HOTEL LOVER (CONT'D)
 Fuck.
 BRANDON
 Need a hand?
 HOTEL LOVER
 The hooks odd-
 HOTEL LOVER (CONT'D)
 (SIGHS) There you go.
86 INT. BEDROOM. STANDARD HOTEL. DAY. 86

 BRANDON sits on the bed, now alone, caught in the half light
 of dusk-
 The rise and fall of a distant lift.
87 INT. LIVING ROOM. APARTMENT. NIGHT. 87

 BRANDON is sitting on the couch, watching a cartoon. SISSY
 enters the apartment, on her cell phone. BRANDON ignores her
 SISSY (O.S.)
 (into phone) David?.. Pick up. I
 take it you're at your pottery
 class.
 SISSY hangs up.
 SISSY (O.S.) (CONT'D)
 Have you eaten?
 BRANDON
 No.
 SISSY (O.S.)
 Are you hungry?
 BRANDON
 No.
 SISSY Sits down next to BRANDON on the couch.
 72.

 SISSY
 Can you just give me a hug?
BRANDON puts him arm around her. She snuggles up to him.
 BRANDON
 He's not gonna screw you again.
 SISSY
 (SIGHS).

 BRANDON
 You left a message didn't you? You
 can't help yourself. It's
 disgusting.
 SISSY
 Why are you so fucking angry?
 BRANDON
 Why am I so fucking angry? That's
 my boss! You sleep with him after
 twenty minutes and now you're
 calling him up? What's the matter
 with you? You know he's got a
 family, right? You know he's got a
 family?
 SISSY
 No.
 BRANDON
 You didn't see the wedding ring on
 his finger?
 SISSY
 No.
 BRANDON
 You're a liar.
 SISSY
 I'm sorry
 BRANDON
 You're always sorry.
 SISSY
 At least-
 BRANDON (OVER)
 That's all you ever fucking say!
 SISSY (OVER)
 Well, least I say I'm sorry.
 73.

 BRANDON
 Try doing something, actions count!
 Not words.
 SISSY
 I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I fucked up.
 I'm not perfect. But I'm...trying.
 BRANDON
 Some people fuck up all the time.
Pause.
BRANDON removes his arm from around SISSY.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 Look, just forget it. This isn't
 working out. Obviously. You need to
 find somewhere else to live.
 SISSY
 I don't have anywhere else to go.
 (beat)
 This isn't about him. I make you
 angry all the time and I don't know
 why.
 BRANDON
 No. You trap me. You force me into
 a corner and you trap me. "I've got
 nowhere else to go." I mean, what
 sort of fucking shit is that?
 SISSY
 You're my brother.
 BRANDON
 So what, I'm responsible for you?
 SISSY
 Yes!
 BRANDON
 No I'm not!
 SISSY
 Yes you fucking are!
 BRANDON (OVER)
 I didn't give birth to you! I
 didn't bring you into this world.
 SISSY
 You're my brother, I'm your
 sisterm. We're family. We're meant
 to look after each other.
 74.

 BRANDON
 You're not looking after me.
 SISSY
 I'm-
 BRANDON (OVER)
 I'm looking after myself.
 SISSY (OVER)
 I'm trying to help you!
 BRANDON
 How are you helping me? Huh? How
 are you helping me?
BRANDON grips SISSY's face in his hand.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 How are you helping me? Huh? Look
 at me. How are you helping me? You
 come in here, and you're a weight
 on me. Do you understand me? You're
 a burden. You're just fucking
 dragging me down. You can't even
 clean up after yourself. Stop
 playing the victim.
 SISSY
 I'm not playing the fucking victim.
 If I left now, I'd never hear from
 you again.
SISSY pulls BRANDON's hand away.
 SISSY (CONT'D)
 Don't you think that's sad? Don't
 you think that's sad? You're my
 brother.
 BRANDON
 Why is it always so dramatic with
 you? Everything is always the end
 of the world.
 SISSY
 It's not fucking dramatic. I'm
 trying to talk to you!
 BRANDON
 I don't want to talk. Try not
 talking. Try just listening or
 thinking for a change.
 SISSY
 Yeah, `cos that's working great for
 you. You're completely fine.
 75.

 BRANDON
 Well, I've got my own fucking
 apartment.
 SISSY
 Oh, whopee-fucking-shit. You have
 your own apartment, that's amazing.
 Your job and an apartment, I should
 be in awe of you.
 BRANDON
 Well, at least I'm responsible for
 it. At least I don't depend on
 people all the time. You know,
 you're a dependency, you're a
 parasite.
 SISSY
 You don't have anybody. You don't
 have anybody. You have me and your
 fucking pervert boss.
 BRANDON
 You slept with that fucking pervert
 boss. So what does that make you?
 SISSY
 DOn't talk to me about sex-life
 Brandon. Not from you.
 BRANDON
 Whatever.
 BRANDON makes his way to the closet, taking his coat.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 I'm going out.
 SISSY
 Great. And then you'll just come
 back and we'll just have this same
 fucking conversation again.
 BRANDON
 No, you'll move out.
 SISSY
 And then I'll never hear from you
 again?
 BRANDON exits the apartment.
88 INT.SUBWAY TRAIN. NIGHT 88

 BRANDON's reflection in the window as the train travels.
 76.

 We see that BRANDON has a nasty cut on his cheek.
89 INT. BAR. NIGHT. 89

 Earlier that night-
 BRANDON sits, drinks alone at the bar-
 An OLDER GUY paws a GAUNT YOUNG WOMAN plying her with drinks,
 knocking them back much to his delight.
 BRANDON watches, catching the eye of a girl (CARLY) walking
 towards the bar, her friends playing pool-
 CARLY
 Hey-
 BRANDON
 Hey.
 CARLY smiles, as she leans against the bar, her breasts
 spilling out of her T-shirt.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 (close to)
 You want to get out of here?
 CARLY giggles-
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 I could take you somewhere.
 CARLY looks over at her MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND just visible
 across the bar talking to a couple of GUYS.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 What? Are you with someone? Does he
 go down on you? I do..That's what I
 like to do..
 CARLY looks at him, sobering and yet-
 BRANDON's hand discreetly reaches down, up and under the
 girl's skirt, shocking her a little and yet-
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 I like the way it feels. I like the
 way it's just me and it... I wanna
 taste you. I like to slip my tongue
 inside you-
 CARLY leans in closer, her lips blotting the edge of a glass
 overfilled with beer.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 ...just as you come.
 77.

CARLY hesitates, the moment hangs dangerous between them.
BRANDON sucks his fingers.
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 Want me to make you come?
 BRANDON (CONT'D)
 I can do that. Want me to do that?
BRANDON strokes her chin-
 MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND
 Hey-?
From behind, CARLY's MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND approaches, quizzical-
 MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND (CONT'D)
 What's up babe?
CARLY nods, deflects-
 CARLY
 I was just getting some drinks.
 MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND
 Yeah, huh?
 BRANDON
 I was just telling your pretty
 girlfriend here, that I'd like to
 fuck her in that tight pussy of
 hers.
 MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND
 (CHUCKLES)

 BRANDON
 I mean bone her real hard til she's
 clawing up my back.
 CARLY
 He's kidding.
CARLY gently bars her MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND, trying to diffuse
lead him away.
 BRANDON
 After I fuck her hard up the ass, I
 put my balls in her mouth while I
 come on her face.
 MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND
 (To CARLY) You won't let me fuck
 you in the ass.
 CARLY
 Christ.
 78.

 MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND
 You get to fuck her in the ass?
 BRANDON
 You know.
 MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND
 Tell me more man, because you.. I'm
 fucking loving this.
 BRANDON turns, smiles provocatively, knows what's coming
 next.
 BRANDON
 Smell it.
 The MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND reacts as BRANDON shoves his fingers
 under his nose.
 MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND
 (SNIFFS) Yo!
 The MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND shoves BRANDON.
 CARLY
 Jesus, come on.
 MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND
 You mother fucker.
 BRANDON laughs, sips his drink-
90 EXT. STREET. OUTSIDE BAR. NIGHT. 90

 BRANDON is rounding a corner, doing up his jacket. The
 MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND runs out after him.
 MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND
 Hey, Romeo.
 He spins BRANDON around and punches him.
 The slip and slide of BRANDON's shoes, his face smashed
 against the sidewalk. The MUSCULAR BOYFRIEND comes in hard
 again, kicking him, sharp in the ribs. BRANDON recoils yet
 almost seems to want more as he struggles to stand. He spits
 on BRANDON.
91 EXT. STREET. NEAR BAR. NIGHT. 91

 BRANDON walking, aimless and bleeding-
 The DRONE of taxi's streaking past-
 79.

 TWO WOMEN seated outside a bar, drinking and smoking, lost in
 their laughing conversation oblivious-
 BRANDON walks on-
 A YOUNG MAN with a satchel roughly brushes past him-
 The YOUNG MAN wavers on seeing BRANDON is crying, moving on-
 BRANDON's face head down wanting to get away.
 A rush of TEENAGERS and MIDDLE AGED COUPLES spilling out of a
 cinema-
 BRANDON walking, disorientated, jaywalking through the
 traffic.
 The SCREECH of horns-
 BRANDON ignores them, he crosses streets, traffic, darting
 off the sidewalk into the road, when human, dog or stroller
 gets in his way until-
92 EXT. STREET. NIGHT. 92

 BRANDON walking past a blur of yellow Neon and glow of shop
 signs-
 Across the street, a snaking queue of MEN wait in line
 outside a club.
 He keeps walking, eyes scouring-
 TEENAGERS loiter, in oversized clothes, sunk under caps and
 hoods.
93 EXT. STREET NEAR CLUB. NIGHT. 93

 A lively bar; a couple of HOT GIRLS entering-
 BRANDON considers, goes to enter, barred by BOUNCERS, who
 point him back along the cue-
 He stands in line-
 Across the street, a THICK SET GUY eyes him. He stands
 smoking outside a heaving bar. BRANDON looks away-
 A GANG OF GIRLS pass, The BOUNCERS let them in with ease.
 BRANDON reaches for his iPhone, tries to cover his face with
 his phone to get into the club-
 BOUNCER
 Woah! Not tonight, buddy.
 80.

 BRANDON ties to get in again. The BOUNCER stops him a second
 time.
 BOUNCER (CONT'D)
 I said not tonight.
 The THICK SET GUY over the street, flicks out his cigarette,
 eyes grazing over BRANDON as he re-enters the heaving bar
 opposite.
 BRANDON considers, hands sunk deep in his pockets.
 Through the glass a heaving bar. BRANDON considers, on the
 edge until-
 He suddenly crosses the street, narrowly avoiding a taxi
 streaking past.
94 INT. CLUB. NIGHT. 94

 Fluorescent light skimming the thick black darkness like a
 beam on a lighthouse-
 A heaving dance floor of BUTCH BEARS, SKINNY BOYS, and TWIGS,
 arms raised, dancing to the pulse of music.
 The THICK SET GUY, walks away, waiting for BRANDON to follow.
 BRANDON follows.
95 INT. CLUB. LABYRINTH. NIGHT. 95

 Passing through a low hung door, BRANDON moves along a dark
 labyrinth of corridors, eyes grazing over-
 Dimly lit crevices, MEN caught briefly in light, lost in
 fellatio and stand up fucking-
 BRANDON keeps walking, drawn towards a dark doorway-
96 INT. BACKROOM. CLUB. NIGHT. 96

 An endless darkness, punctured with groans from dark cubicles-
 BRANDON hesitates, foot slipping on the moist floor.
 Suddenly a hand reaches out, drawing him into the dark
 cubicle-
 The THICK SET GUY presses BRANDON up against the wall,
 kissing him, tongue searching his mouth, rubbing along its
 roof, hungry and urgent.
 BRANDON pulls away, hands gently yet forcefully pushing the
 THICK SET GUY down on his knees.
 81.

 BRANDON looks beyond-
 A THIN BOY down on his knees sucking a cock through a hole
 between walls.
 BRANDON stands, legs splayed letting the THICK SET GUY take
 him in his mouth. He is beautiful.
 The palm of BRANDON's hand pressed against the side of the
 cubicle. He stands, fucking the THICK SET GUY in the mouth-
 The PULSE of music heaving, the club rocking, punctured by
 groans and grunts of rough sex from deep within.
 BRANDON throws his head back, gripping the cubicle wall.
97 EXT. STREET OUTSIDE CLUB. NIGHT. 97

 The early hours-
 BRANDON, heading away. He clocks his phone, several messages
 from SISSY logged.
 BRANDON listens to his voicemail-
 SISSY ON ANSWER MACHINE
 (from SISSY)
 Brandon, it's Sissy.. I really need
 to talk to you. Please.
 BRANDON pockets his phone.
98 EXT. AN APARTMENT. NIGHT. 98

 SISSY ON ANSWER MACHINE
 Please will you pick up the fucking
 phone?
 BRANDON stops and knocks on an apartment door. A woman opens
 and BRANDON steps in.
99 INT. BEDROOM. LATER. 99

 A threesome. BRANDON has sex with a BLONDE and BRUNETTE.
 Throughout the images of the threesome, we hear more of
 SISSY's Voicemail.
 SISSY ON ANSWER MACHING
 We're not bad people... We just
 come from a bad place.... Thanks
 for letting me stay.
 BRANDON, at climax, his animalistic grimace turns to pain and
 anguish.
 82.

100 INT. SUBWAY. DAWN. 100

 The grey snake of a subway coming up from under ground-
 BRANDON stands on a platform. It's not the rush hour yet.
 The RATTLE of the subway pulling in-
 BRANDON boards the train.
101 INT. TRAIN. SUBWAY. DAWN. 101

 A virtually empty car-
 BRANDON sits-
 A COLUMBIAN WOMAN across the car, head lent against the
 window, half asleep, clearly at the end of a long shift.
 Above a poster of a sunny shiny family advertising LIFE
 INSURANCE-

 BRANDON's eyes graze over the poster-
 He stands his reflection mirrored back at him, preparing for
 his stop-
 The train SCREECHES to a sudden halt-
 Wheels SCREECHING along the track-
 The COLUMBIAN WOMAN wakes-
 A YOUNG STUDENT plugged headphone on, looks up from reading
 her book.
 BRANDON inwardly curses.
 The train sits in the station. Doors not opening.
 The silence at last punctured by the SHRILL hum of the
 intercom-
 INTERCOM
 Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time,
 due to a police investigation, we
 have to discharge this train.
 Please follow the conductor to the
 rear of the train.
 The long low PING of the intercom fading out-
 They wait. And wait in silence.
 BRANDON leans his head against the glass, closes his eyes, a
 hangover kicking in.
 83.

 The other few commuters in the carriage sit awkwardly,
 wondering why the doors aren't opening in the station.
 Details of the carriage appear.
 Half-drunken cup of coffee.
 An old New York POST.
 Graffiti on all the car windows.
 They wait.
 Suddenly passengers from other carriages are making their way
 through the carriage that BRANDON's in, with the CONDUCTOR
 ushering the passengers to make their way down to the end.
 CONDUCTOR (O.S.)
 Watch your step between cars.
 Passengers asking, "What's going on?"
 BRANDON finally makes his way down with the other passengers
 to the last carriage. As he steps out, he looks down to his
 far left and sees a POLICE CAUTION LINE being unraveled, and
 ENGINEERS and FIREMEN making their way to the far front of
 the train.
102 INT. SUBWAY. DAWN. 102

 A LARGE BLACK WOMAN, face bowed, sits talking to a POLICE
 OFFICER giving a statement-
 CONDUCTOR
 Watch your step.
 Several ENGINEERS stand further down the platform surrounding
 a TRAUMATISED DRIVER-
 CONDUCTOR
 Follow, me please. Follow me.
 Two PLATFORM ATTENDANTS talk to POLICE OFFICERS.
 CONDUCTOR (CONT'D)
 Watch your step. This way. This
 way. Quickly
 FEMALE CONDUCTOR
 This way. Nothing to see. Move on.
 CONDUCTOR (O.S.) (OVER)
 Right this way, please.
 FEMALE CONDUCTOR
 Move on. This way.
 84.

 BRANDON makes his way past the wrought-iron gate with other
 passengers, going up the stairwell.
103 EXT. STREET. OUTSIDE SUBWAY. DAWN. 103

 BRANDON climbs the stairs, filing out of the subway, eyes
 catching on-
 A WOMAN's shoes, like Sissy's earlier at the Boom Boom Room,
 discarded. BRANDON picks up his pace.
 The intermittent WHIR of sirens-
 BRANDON emerging from the subway, already reaching for his
 cellphone-
 Beyond the glow of an ambulance-
 BRANDON keeps walking, heading off up the road quietly
 distracted. He taps the keys pressing the cellphone to his
 ear.
 The PULSE of a distant phone ringing-
 The answer machine kicks in-
 ANSWER MACHINE
 This is Sissy..leave a message..
 Don't if you're an asshole.
 BRANDON flicks it off, slips it back in his pocket. BRANDON
 picks up his pace.
 He flicks out his phone again. Tries again-
 ANSWER MACHINE (CONT'D)
 This is Sissy..leave a me-
 BRANDON is running now, heart beating fast now, breath
 quickening, a seeping panic threatening to unleash-
 BRANDON
 Shit!
 SUDDENLY he makes a dash for it, weaving through the sidewalk
 at pace.
104 INT. BRANDON'S BUILDING - LOBBY. DAWN. 104

 His finger repeatedly presses the elevator button as if by
 doing so will make it arrive quicker.
 85.

105 INT. BRANDON'S BUILDING - ELEVATOR. DAWN. 105

 BRANDON enters into the elevator. The door shuts immediately
 behind him.
106 INT. BRANDON'S BUILDING - CORRIDOR. OUTSIDE APARTMENT. DAWN.
 106

 Exiting, BRANDON heads along the faceless corridor, reaching
 his front door.
 He is already pulling out his keys and pushing them into the
 door with growing dread-
107 INT. CORRIDOR. APARTMENT. DAWN. 107

 The sound of running water from the bathroom. BRANDON stops
 with relief, leaning his forehead against the bathroom door,
 letting himself exhale-
 BRANDON
 Sissy-
 SILENCE-

 BRANDON hesitates, a seeping concern pricking his skin-
108 INT. BATHROOM. APARTMENT. DAWN. 108

 BRANDON walks into the bathroom, freezing on seeing-
 SISSY sunk on the floor wedged between the bathroom and the
 toilet-
 The pump of blood seeping from her wrists, already pooled
 across the floor-
 BRANDON reaches for SISSY gripping her wrists, deep slashes
 scissoring the veins, the flap of skin, flaying-
 BRANDON pushes the fat of his thumb on each slash, blood
 seeping between his fingers-
 BRANDON looks at her wrist, every time he moves his fingers,
 he releases the pressure the blood flows.
 BRANDON grips them tighter, a quiet determination to stop the
 bleeding-
 The skid of blood underfoot, BRANDON cradles her in his arms,
 grappling with his phone, desperately calling 911.
 BRANDON desperately holds her, cradled between his legs, his
 fingers pressing her wrists, temporarily stemming the flow of
 blood, the phone wedged between shoulder and chin.
 86.

 The slip of SISSY's wrist through BRANDON's fingers. He slams
 down the phone, struggling to hold her in his grasp. She
 slips again.
109 INT. HOSPITAL. DAY. 109

 BRANDON head bowed. Sitting by Sissy's bedside-
 SISSY lies, sleeping, skin white, strapped to a drip. The
 gentle rise and fall of her breath.
 BRANDON's gaze falling on SISSY lying in the hospital bed,
 her wrists bandaged.
 BRANDON, eyes falling on the scars covering her arms. He
 reaches out a hand, on the edge of touching them, letting his
 fingers hover over them until finally-
 A FINGER lightly outlines a snaking scar seeping up her arm.
 She stirs a little but-
 SISSY's eyes just opening, focusing on him until-
 SISSY
 (murmuring)
 Shithead.
 Relief overwhelming BRANDON, he laughs, exhales on the edge.
 BRANDON turns to stroke SISSY's hair, rests his head next to
 hers. She sleeps again.
110 EXT. WATERFRONT. HUDSON RIVER. DUSK. 110

 BRANDON now walking along the side of the river, railings
 seemingly speeding up his journey.
 Beyond, the shadowy black figures of a broken jetty stretch
 out toward the open river.
111 EXT. DOCK. HUDSON RIVER. DUSK. 111

 The endless grey of the Hudson River, close now-
 BRANDON walking along a concrete jetty-
 A rusting building, oxidized and stained salt green, edging
 along the jetty until-
 BRANDON reaches the edge of the jetty, looking out-
 The LAP of grey water beneath.
 87.

 BRANDON stands, a hangover kicking in-
 And at once BRANDON is crying, the tears flowing slow at
 first until they rush, like floodgates opening. He reaches
 for breath, trying to stifle the howls emanating from his
 body, inconsolable now, flooded with emotion-
 BRANDON sinks squat to the ground, buckled in two, body
 shuddering.
 The LAP of the water steady now-
 BRANDON sobs and sobs and sobs, a mess of snot and tears as
 he looks out over the wide sweep of the Hudson River.
 Far off the drone of the freeway, the early evening trawl of
 traffic kicking in-
 The froth of the tide back and forth, rising and breaking,
 back and forth.
112 INT. PLATFORM. SUBWAY. MORNING. 112

 BRANDON stands in his familiar spot on the platform, waiting
 for the train that will take him to work. Wearing a vacant
 face, the train pulls into the station. BRANDON boards.
 He takes a seat automatically, as if pre-programmed. The
 train leaves the platform.
113 INT. TRAIN. SUBWAY. MORNING. 113

 Looking into no man's land, BRANDON feels the heat of
 someone's gaze. As he instinctively looks up to respond, a
 mixture of surprise, fear, excitement and doubt across his
 face.
 The PRETTY SUBWAY GIRL who we met at the beginning of our
 story is staring down at BRANDON, this time in a more
 engaging fashion. She looks because she wants to be looked
 at.
 Again, a dance begins. This time, she leads. Engaged, active,
 decisive.
 BRANDON's face is fractured into many conflicting emotions.
 It's as if a magnet is drawing him in, but at the same time
 he's trying to resist.
 At this moment, the PRETTY SUBWAY GIRL stands up, eyeing
 BRANDON as she makes her way to the door, blocking BRANDON as
 the train pulls in to her stop.
 88.

114 INT. PLATFORM. SUBWAY. MORNING. 114

 The train pulls away from the station and disappears into the
 tunnel. We do not know if BRANDON is still aboard or has
 succumbed to his urges.
115 THE END 115