Idle Hands

Michelle Hughes

SCENE ONE

INTRO: MANCHESTER CITY CENTRE. SATURDAY NIGHT/ SUNDAY MORNING, 2AM. SFX RAVE/DANCE MUSIC THUMPS LOUDLY. CROSSFADES TO BUSY TRAFFIC, POLICE SIRENS, POLICE CAR RADIOS.
INT. POLICE STATION. SFX FOOTSTEPS, CELL DOOR SLAMMING SHUT, KEYS LOCKING.
INT. POLICE STATION CELL. ANGELA (25), IS SITTING SMOKING A CIGARETTE.

ANGELA/ NARRATOR: (V/O)
Everybody does it. Just not everyone admits to it. The first time was when I was seven. It was a pack of playing cards, from Woolworths on Salford precinct. At the time I did it, I didn’t even know what I had picked up. My hand just reached out and grabbed something – anything really – something from the shelf and stuck it down my shirt. You could’ve played Snap, Happy families and Old Maid with these cards. I remember getting home off the bus, shaking, catching my breath to hold them. Peeling back the polythene corners, opening the little gold and blue box, watching the cards fall out, shiny and new. There was an animal on each one. They seemed magical. I placed each one carefully on the carpet on the bedroom floor. Then my mother walked in. She was horrified. She picked each one up and ripped it in two, whilst I sat there crying, denying it all. (BEAT). The buzz was in doing it. Not knowing if someone would turn the corner, catch you in the act.
Everybody steals something. That pen you forgot to return, that lighter you didn’t give back, that book you borrowed your best mate that’s still on her fucking shelf two years later. You see. You’re no better than me. Cause you do it too. You’re just like me (BEAT), me and Joey…

SCENE TWO

(FLASHBACK). EXT. SALFORD, PARK. LATE EVENING.
SFX: DISTANT TRAFFIC.

ANGELA

Fuckin ell-

JOEY

Watch it-

ANGELA

Alright you nearly dropped it on me toe-

JOEY

Just put it down-

ANGELA

What. Here?!!

JOEY

Yea. Why not-

ANGELA

There’s people about-

JOEY

Where?

ANGELA

Over there-

JOEY

Where?

ANGELA

Over there by them trees ya blind bastard.

JOEY

Oh fuck them.

ANGELA

Right. What now?

JOEY

We sit. And have a fucking rest.

ANGELA

Yea and what if somebody comes?

JOEY

Nobody’s gonna come.

ANGELA

Right, so how do we get it home?

JOEY

I dunno. Call a cab?

ANGELA

You got any money?

JOEY

No.

ANGELA

Great.

JOEY

Jump the tram? The 239 bus stop isn’t far away-

ANGELA

You wanna get the bus? With this bloody thing?!!

SFX: TRAFFIC RACES PAST GETTING LOUDER AND LOUDER RESULTING IN POLICE SIRENS.

(BACK TO PRESENT) INT. POLICE CELL.

ANGELA / NARRATOR
Angie he says, Angie, we’ll go into Asda’s. We’ll go in and we’ll just walk out with a fifty two inch plasma screen TV. Piece of piss he says. Naa, I says, naa not interested. Get some other mug to do it. Then he’s texting me. Day and fucking night. Come on Angie. Look at this. Sending me pictures of new fucking TV’s on Instagram. They’ve got surround sound and everything. Phoning me, Angie come on mate, MATE – he calls me – it’ll be a sinch. Naa mate I says, don’t wanna know. Already got two months suspended for defrauding the Department of Work and Pensions. Can’t afford to get into anymore shit. Cunt – he calls me. Puts the phone down. Then he’s at me door, come on Angie, we can do it. We can do it, tonight. No probs, security are in on it. How have you managed that, I said –

SCENE THREE

(FLASHBACK TO CONVERSATION OUTSIDE ANGIE’S FLAT). EXT. FRONT DOOR. SFX. RADIO PLAYS MUSIC FROM INTERIOR OF FLAT.

JOEY

It’s Donny Cheesy’s mate.

ANGELA

Cheesy?

JOEY

Yea, Cheesy, you know.

ANGELA

How does Cheesy know security at Asda’s?

JOEY

His little sister’s going out wiv’ one of ‘em, Paul.

ANGELA

Paul who?

JOEY

I dunno. Paul. Paul the security guard.

ANGELA

So Cheesy’s in on it?

JOEY

Yea-

ANGELA

And his little sister’s in on it?

JOEY

Oh yea…

ANGELA

And Paul- er name unknown – Mr Security is in on it?

JOEY

Yea. Aww, but don’t worry cause we can give ‘em a cut next time –

ANGELA

I don’t want there to be a fucking next time-

JOEY

C’mon Angie. Meet me at the back of Asda’s. Ten o’clock.

(FLASH FORWARD). EXT. SALFORD PARK. SFX: DISTANT TRAFFIC. RAINFALL.

JOEY

Oh no! The telly! We can’t let it get wet-

ANGELA

For God’s sake Joey, it’s in a bloody box!

JOEY

Shit!

ANGELA

It’ll be fine-

JOEY

We can’t sell it on Ebay in a wet, fucking box-

SFX: POLICE SIRENS GETTING CLOSER.
Shit, shit, shit!!!

ANGELA

Oh crap! What we gonna do now?

JOEY

I dunno!!!

ANGELA

We’ll have to leave the telly here, on the bench-

JOEY

We can’t leave it here-

ANGELA

We’ll have to!! Come on Joey! Run!!!

SFX: THE TWO START RUNNING.
SFX: POLICE CAR PULLING UP CLOSE BY.

ANGELA (LOW)

What’s he doing?

JOEY

I dunno. He’s just pulled up at the entrance. Shit he’s getting out of the car.

ANGELA

The gates are locked that side though. How would he know to come here? I mean – to find us here?

JOEY

Dunno. You can’t exactly miss us with the size of that thing which will be absolutely fucking soaking by now-

ANGELA

Ssshh!!! Look!

JOEY

What is it?

ANGELA

He’s not here for us Joey. Looks like Mr Policeman’s come to meet
somebody else….

SFX: TRAFFIC GETTING LOUDER AND LOUDER. FADE IN DANCE/ RAVE MUSIC TO END SCENE.

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