Sample Script

CRIME LORD HOUSE DISCUSSION

LOUIS

Hey Bobby

BOBBY

Hey Louis how ya doin?

LOUIS

 I'm good, the boss in there?

BOBBY

 Yeah he'll see ya shortly.

*muffled argument*

CRIME LORD

 *Karen I’ve had it with your crap, now get outta’ my* face *points to the door* before I get you outta’ my face.

*Karen exits crying*

LOUIS

You called me boss?

CRIME LORD

 (distracted) what? Yeah, sorry you had to hear that Louis, come in, take a seat son *gestures to the chair*, take a seat. I called you cause I need a job coin’ *clasps hands*.

LOUIS
 Well I got a lot on my hands boss with bringing in the shipment and all’.

CRIME LORD

 Sorry Louis, I must ‘ave implied you’ve got a choice in the matter. I need this job done. 

LOUIS

 Boss…

CRIME LORD

Now you listen here Louis, I ain’t got time for your sob story!*Goes to point at Louis but through frustration slams hands on the desk and Louis sits up straight* There’s this guy out there, a detective,*sits back in his chair with one arm on the desk* he keeps shutting down our warehouses and stopping our weapons supply. As of yet he has no evidence that links these weapons with me but…

LOUIS

 So…*resting his head on one arm*

CRIME LORD

*Finger pointed at Louis* BUT, and it’s a big but so you better be listening Louis, he’s getting very close. SO what I need from you is to persuade him a little.*gestures with open palms and then clasps his hands again.*

LOUIS

 What do you want me to do then? *slumped back in his chair*

CRIME LORD

 *pushes photo across the desk, Louis diverts his attention to the photo* His wife’s recently had a kid she's still in hospital. Give ‘em a little present on my behalf; you know to welcome the kid to the world. 

LOUIS

 Have you tried talkin’? *lifts his head*

CRIME LORD

 Yeah we have but he’s persistent.  You know I wouldn’t be askin’ ya if there were any other way. He threatens the whole operation everything. You're freedom, my freedom, our freedom. *stands up* You're all like sons to me, *puts his arm around Louis* that makes us family and family comes first. 

LOUIS

 What do you want me to do when it’s done?

CRIME LORD

 Nothin’ the paper will speak for itself.

LOUIS Exits

CRIME LORD

 Bobby, get in here.

BOBBY

 Yeah, boss? 

CRIME LORD

 Keep an eye on young Louis aight? *hands on hips* I’m not sure he understands the responsibility he has to this family. 

*Louis black balaclava pulled down revealing his mouth, stands over the detectives wife whilst she sleeps with her child, gun in his right hand, a small pillow on his left. He pulls the balaclava over his mouth, he places the pillow over the gun facing the child and pulls the trigger.*