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02-13-2005, 02:27 AM
INT. JOLLY’S GARAGE – SCOTLAND
SUPER: 15 years ago
CRAIG ROACH (40’s) a Scottish Bulldog, pulls his son, Dugan, (7) rail thin, along like a leashed dog through a mechanics garage toward a back office.
He stops at the door and pounds on it as he talks to his son.
CRAIG
You don’t say nothing.
Nothing. Just watch.
He pounds harder.
INT. KEVIN JOLLY’S OFFICE
KEVIN JOLLY, (40s) a chain smoking, Leprechaun of a man
sits behind his desk, in an office three exits past cluttered.
KEVIN JOLLY
He’s a help - gladly give him
pay.
CRAIG
Damn right you will - he comes
here on his own time, you pay him.
KEVIN
So, whattya say Dugan. fifteen quid
a day a fair wage?
CRAIG
It’s fair. You be sure to pay
me, I’ll come collecting for him.
KEVIN
I’ll pay the boy, he’s the one
that shows up. You see fit
how to arrange it beyond here.
CRAIG
He don’t work Sundays. Gods day.
KEVIN
That’s fine. Now can I have
a minute with him, give him
his schedule? Go over the
guidelines.
CRAIG
Fine.
(to Dugan)
I’ll be across the way. You
get home yourself. And tell your
mother to have a plate ready.
Craig leaves. Dugan shifts in his seat.
DUGAN
You're cutting me pay?
KEVIN
Cut your pay… I just hired ya?
DUGAN
Ahh. He needed to think it was
his idea…
KEVIN
You’ll get your same pay… but
no more lying. I need to know
I can trust your word.
DUGAN
Right. Have my mum bake
some of them muffins…
He opens the door to leave.
KEVIN
Yer schedule.
Dugan stops. Takes the schedule.
INT. ROACH KITCHEN - NIGHT
A female WinstonChurchill, ELLEN ROACH, (40) homely, with a delicate voice, serves ‘mash potatoes to Dugan.
ELLEN
You should be proud… Kevin
Thinks a lot of you to keep
you at work.
DUGAN
Ma… I lied
ELLEN
Ohh? What about.
DUGAN
I Just wanted to work there…
Didn’t ask for pay. Kevin’s
been paying me for a fortnight
now.
ELLEN
I know. Mr.Jolly spoke with me.
That’s our secret, just put an
extra pray in.
Dugan’s smile bright like the sun. A racket from outside. The entire mood of the place changes.
ELLEN
Take yer food into your room.
Hurry.
DUGAN
Ma.
ELLEN
I left a present in there - go.
Dugan looks scared. We hear footsteps, heavy. Dugan takes his plate, stops at the door and looks at his mother. She smiles. When Dugan shuts the door, her heart sinks, her eyes move to the door.
IT SWINGS OPEN -- CraigRoach, drunk and feisty.
CRAIG
Where’s my dinner women?
She snaps up, takes a plate from the fridge.
INT.DUGAN’S ROOM
Meticulous. Model ships line the shelves. His bed, military neat. He sets his plate on a cabinet.
On his desk, a paper bag wrapped box and a card. Dugan opens the card.
You bring the sun into my life --
Thought you might need more of
a challenge.
With a hand drawn smiley face at the bottom. ‘Mum’.
Dugan sits on the bed, happy to simply have the card.
He carefully opens the present, as if the paper was the gift. A model ship in a bottle, on the cover of thebox.
DUGAN
A clipper ship!
OFFSCREEN: a loud, pissed off voice.
Dugan cracks his door, peering outside. Craig at the table complaining. A nightly tradition as long as he could remember.
Dugan shuts the door. Goes back to his present, opens the box.
INT.DUGAN’S ROOM
SUPER: Six years later
Out from Blues of Dugan’s eyes, A bead of sweat rolls from Dugan’s ski tip nose --
falling. . . it PINGS a glass bottle. Inside: a nearly completed miniature wooden ship.
A pencil thick, steel instrument enters the bottle’s neck. It latches onto a main mast the size of a matchstick and pulls forward.
As a wooden mast goes vertical, Dugan’s eyes shine through the bottle. Now (19) Dugan removes the hinged tool from the open bottleneck.
He rests the bottle on his desk. A ‘square gallon’ twelve inches long, in a glass bottle.
OS: A gentle knock at his door.
ELLEN (OS)
Dugan. . .
As his door opens, sadness leaks into the room.
ELLEN
Honey?
Her eyes red and puffy.
DUGAN
Mum?
In the doorway –
ELLEN
You’re free Dugan. He’s gone.
EXT.CEMETARY – MORNING
Dugan, holds his Mum’s hand. They stand in front of a short piece of unpolished granite.
Dugan’s added some inches and now towers above his Mum.
INT. MECHANICS GARAGE - MORNING
Men work on cars, rivets squawk, a guy welds with a blowtorch.
The garage door rolls up, to Dugan in overalls, lean like tension wire.
INT. KEVIN JOLLY’S OFFICE - DAY
Dugan enters carrying a paper bag.
KEVIN
You don’t have to be here.
DUGAN
I want to..
KEVIN
You can be sad Dugan.
It’s allowed.
DUGAN
I don’t feel nothing. Father
In name only.
KEVIN
It’s time for you to watch over
your mum now.
DUGAN
I know.
He slides a slip of paper to the front of his desk.
KEVIN
Might want to take one of the
boys with in case he’s not
agreeable.
Dugan surveys the ticket.
DUGAN
Nah. It’s my time now.
Dugan pockets the ticket. Kevin slides a ticket to him.
KEVIN
It’s nothing…. just enough
to keep the bills paid for
a time…
Dugan opens it. Money.
DUGAN
I don’t take handouts.
KEVIN
Swallow your pride boy. It’s
for ya mother.
Dugan slides his paper bag onto the cluttered desk.
DUGAN
Left the mast down, you gotta
learn to finish them yourself.
Kevin slides out a ‘ship in a bottle’.
KEVIN
Hands like mine?
Kevin pulls the bottle close to his eye.
KEVIN
Like operating on an engine
block with a jack hammer.
He looks up and Dugan is gone.
KEVIN
(yelling)
Be careful with our boy, he’s
a trouble causing prick.
SUPER: 15 years ago
CRAIG ROACH (40’s) a Scottish Bulldog, pulls his son, Dugan, (7) rail thin, along like a leashed dog through a mechanics garage toward a back office.
He stops at the door and pounds on it as he talks to his son.
CRAIG
You don’t say nothing.
Nothing. Just watch.
He pounds harder.
INT. KEVIN JOLLY’S OFFICE
KEVIN JOLLY, (40s) a chain smoking, Leprechaun of a man
sits behind his desk, in an office three exits past cluttered.
KEVIN JOLLY
He’s a help - gladly give him
pay.
CRAIG
Damn right you will - he comes
here on his own time, you pay him.
KEVIN
So, whattya say Dugan. fifteen quid
a day a fair wage?
CRAIG
It’s fair. You be sure to pay
me, I’ll come collecting for him.
KEVIN
I’ll pay the boy, he’s the one
that shows up. You see fit
how to arrange it beyond here.
CRAIG
He don’t work Sundays. Gods day.
KEVIN
That’s fine. Now can I have
a minute with him, give him
his schedule? Go over the
guidelines.
CRAIG
Fine.
(to Dugan)
I’ll be across the way. You
get home yourself. And tell your
mother to have a plate ready.
Craig leaves. Dugan shifts in his seat.
DUGAN
You're cutting me pay?
KEVIN
Cut your pay… I just hired ya?
DUGAN
Ahh. He needed to think it was
his idea…
KEVIN
You’ll get your same pay… but
no more lying. I need to know
I can trust your word.
DUGAN
Right. Have my mum bake
some of them muffins…
He opens the door to leave.
KEVIN
Yer schedule.
Dugan stops. Takes the schedule.
INT. ROACH KITCHEN - NIGHT
A female WinstonChurchill, ELLEN ROACH, (40) homely, with a delicate voice, serves ‘mash potatoes to Dugan.
ELLEN
You should be proud… Kevin
Thinks a lot of you to keep
you at work.
DUGAN
Ma… I lied
ELLEN
Ohh? What about.
DUGAN
I Just wanted to work there…
Didn’t ask for pay. Kevin’s
been paying me for a fortnight
now.
ELLEN
I know. Mr.Jolly spoke with me.
That’s our secret, just put an
extra pray in.
Dugan’s smile bright like the sun. A racket from outside. The entire mood of the place changes.
ELLEN
Take yer food into your room.
Hurry.
DUGAN
Ma.
ELLEN
I left a present in there - go.
Dugan looks scared. We hear footsteps, heavy. Dugan takes his plate, stops at the door and looks at his mother. She smiles. When Dugan shuts the door, her heart sinks, her eyes move to the door.
IT SWINGS OPEN -- CraigRoach, drunk and feisty.
CRAIG
Where’s my dinner women?
She snaps up, takes a plate from the fridge.
INT.DUGAN’S ROOM
Meticulous. Model ships line the shelves. His bed, military neat. He sets his plate on a cabinet.
On his desk, a paper bag wrapped box and a card. Dugan opens the card.
You bring the sun into my life --
Thought you might need more of
a challenge.
With a hand drawn smiley face at the bottom. ‘Mum’.
Dugan sits on the bed, happy to simply have the card.
He carefully opens the present, as if the paper was the gift. A model ship in a bottle, on the cover of thebox.
DUGAN
A clipper ship!
OFFSCREEN: a loud, pissed off voice.
Dugan cracks his door, peering outside. Craig at the table complaining. A nightly tradition as long as he could remember.
Dugan shuts the door. Goes back to his present, opens the box.
INT.DUGAN’S ROOM
SUPER: Six years later
Out from Blues of Dugan’s eyes, A bead of sweat rolls from Dugan’s ski tip nose --
falling. . . it PINGS a glass bottle. Inside: a nearly completed miniature wooden ship.
A pencil thick, steel instrument enters the bottle’s neck. It latches onto a main mast the size of a matchstick and pulls forward.
As a wooden mast goes vertical, Dugan’s eyes shine through the bottle. Now (19) Dugan removes the hinged tool from the open bottleneck.
He rests the bottle on his desk. A ‘square gallon’ twelve inches long, in a glass bottle.
OS: A gentle knock at his door.
ELLEN (OS)
Dugan. . .
As his door opens, sadness leaks into the room.
ELLEN
Honey?
Her eyes red and puffy.
DUGAN
Mum?
In the doorway –
ELLEN
You’re free Dugan. He’s gone.
EXT.CEMETARY – MORNING
Dugan, holds his Mum’s hand. They stand in front of a short piece of unpolished granite.
Dugan’s added some inches and now towers above his Mum.
INT. MECHANICS GARAGE - MORNING
Men work on cars, rivets squawk, a guy welds with a blowtorch.
The garage door rolls up, to Dugan in overalls, lean like tension wire.
INT. KEVIN JOLLY’S OFFICE - DAY
Dugan enters carrying a paper bag.
KEVIN
You don’t have to be here.
DUGAN
I want to..
KEVIN
You can be sad Dugan.
It’s allowed.
DUGAN
I don’t feel nothing. Father
In name only.
KEVIN
It’s time for you to watch over
your mum now.
DUGAN
I know.
He slides a slip of paper to the front of his desk.
KEVIN
Might want to take one of the
boys with in case he’s not
agreeable.
Dugan surveys the ticket.
DUGAN
Nah. It’s my time now.
Dugan pockets the ticket. Kevin slides a ticket to him.
KEVIN
It’s nothing…. just enough
to keep the bills paid for
a time…
Dugan opens it. Money.
DUGAN
I don’t take handouts.
KEVIN
Swallow your pride boy. It’s
for ya mother.
Dugan slides his paper bag onto the cluttered desk.
DUGAN
Left the mast down, you gotta
learn to finish them yourself.
Kevin slides out a ‘ship in a bottle’.
KEVIN
Hands like mine?
Kevin pulls the bottle close to his eye.
KEVIN
Like operating on an engine
block with a jack hammer.
He looks up and Dugan is gone.
KEVIN
(yelling)
Be careful with our boy, he’s
a trouble causing prick.