INT. Bedroom - NIGHT
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BOB (50's, running to fat) and EMILY (20's, slim, blonde) in bed together looking at their phones. BOB looks from his phone up to the ceiling.
BOB
Well this is fine, aint it?
EXT. OUTSIdE bedroom balcony - cONTINUOUS
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ERIK (30's, skinny, long lank hair, hippie-like) is sitting smoking a joint, half naked.
Erik
(singing) Blue Moon...
INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
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EMILY
Nope, and the sooner you leave the sooner it will be for me. Darling.
BOB
Ok, then, may as well go for that pint with Erik. Where did he go by the way?
EMILY
He's outside, on the balcony, can't you hear him? Blue Moon, he likes that song.
BOB
I wondered what that was, very nice. Well, you can let him in now.
EMILY
When you've gone, darling, I don't want him to see you now.
BOB
Ok.
BOB gets out of bed and dresses quickly, blows a kiss to EMILY and leaves the bedroom. We hear the door closing with a bit of a bang.
EMILY gets out of bed - she is fully clothed - and taps on the balcony window.
EMILY
You can come in now Erik.
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ERIK (O.S.)
No, it's OK, I think I'll stay here for a bit longer, it's lovely out here Emily, warm and, um, balmy. That's it, Emily, it's balmy out here.
EMILY
You're barmy more like. Stay there then. Are you wanting tea?
ERIK (O.S.)
Yup. Tea and balm, balmy tea. Lovely!
EMILY moves to the kitchen, we follow her there. We see a very neat kitchen, with new, modern appliances and kitchen utensils, probably unused.
She makes two cups of tea in matching mugs - both say "Worlds Greatest Dad". She stirs the tea.
EMILY
(SINGING) Blue Moon, You saw me standing alone ...
(trailing off)
(shouts)
Erik! Erik! Erik! Come here now!
ERIK appears suddenly in the kitchen behind EMILY.
ERIK
Yes, my lovely? What is your desire my lovely? My wondrous, balmy, lovely Emily.
(speaking slowly)
Lovely ... Emily, Emily lovely, balmy Emily.
EMILY
Shut the fuck up and sit down on the bed, I've something to say to you. Now!
We follow ERIK as he sits on the bed, looking childlike and innocent, but worried. EMILY gives him his tea and sits next to him on the bed.
EMILY
Now, I know you're as high as a proverbial diamond kite, but you listen to me, Erik, I want to plant a seed in your befuddled mind, ok?
ERIK
Yup, plant away, my plarmy Emily ..
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EMILY
Balmy. You can't come here on a Tuesday or a Thursday. Alright? Got it? You can't come here on a Tuesday or a Thursday - OK? Say it back to me.
ERIK
What?
EMILY
Say it back to me, what I just said.
ERIK
I ... can't come here on Tuesday, or ... Thursday because, because, why because Emily?
EMILY
Because of Bob, Erik. Bob comes here on Tuesdays and Thursdays and you can't, ok Erik?
ERIK
Bob Erik? Erik Bob? Tuesdays?
EMILY
Oh, never mind. I'll ring you tomorrow morning, now I'll take you back to Hampstead, come on.
EXT. In car - LATER
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ERIK is asleep in the passenger seat. EMILY is driving and holding her phone up, glancing at it every few seconds or so.
EMILY
Bloody signal, you'd think the city would have the best signal. My auntie in the countryside has a better signal than this.
She looks at ERIK, then back on the road.
EMILY
I know you're asleep. Listen to me in your sleep then Erik, You can't come here on a Tuesday or a Thursday. You can't come here on a Tuesday or a Thursday. You can't come here on a Tuesday or a Thursday.
(PAUSE))
That should do it.
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EXt. OUTside erik's front door - LATER
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ERIK is awake now and swaying slightly, EMILY is holding him up as she rings the doorbell. The door opens and an arm grabs Erik in as EMILY ducks out of sight. The arm belongs to MARIA, ERIK's wife, easy going, dark haired, older but more with-it than ERIK, but loves him to bits.
MARia (O.S.)
Come on in then ERIK, let's be having you!
INT. Bob's kitchen - MORNING
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BOB is pouring himself some cornflakes into a bowl as FIONA (BOB's wife, 50s, serious, questioning but forgiving and has fun when needs to, knows more about BOB than BOB does himself) comes in.
FIONA
How did it go last nigh then Bob, you didn't seem to want to talk when you came in - another difficult session?
BOB
Yes, yes it was tricky, she's a searching little mistress is Emily, finds all sorts. Stuff I don't even know. About myself I mean. Yeah, searching...
FIONA
I'm not sure she'd like being called a little mistress, you said she was old and dumpy. Still twice a week then, is it?
BOB
Yes, still Tuesdays and Thursdays. Though she mentioned something about changing Thursday to Fridays, but later in the evening, something like that.
FIONA
Well, I wouldn't like that, you know that. When will she move it to weekly, or monthly like you said at the beginning? Must be time now, you've been seeing her for months. Months and months.
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BOB
Not that long, is it? Crikey. Yes. Alright then, I'll see what she says on Tuesday, cut it down a bit, yeah.
FIONA
Is it working? I mean, is it?
BOB
Yeah, yeah, it really is, I tell you, feel so much better in myself, if you see what I mean, much better. In myself.
FIONA
Good, that's good, but talk to her on Tuesday, will you?
BOB
Yes, yeah, yeah, I will.
INT. EmilY's bedroom - MORNING
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EMILY is sitting on her bed with her phone, looking at messages and reacting to each one to herself.
EMILY
Nope. Nope. Hmm, yes mate, you'll do. Nope. What? For fuck's sake, not doing that! Again.
(groans)
Yes, you too Mr Smith, nope, nope, for God's sake nope, yes ok. Ah now what do we have here? Posh frock for you then. And let's see, yes we'll do you a Saturday night special, yes we will. Good!
She puts the phone down on the bed and sighs.
INT. POSH Restaurant - EVENING
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EMILY and ADRIAN (40's, wealthy, well groomed, bit dim) sit at a table eating fine food with fine wine, tablecloths, napkins and everything. ADRIAN speaks in measured tones.
ADRIAN
So you see, I've made all my money just by backing this uber-geek techie and his bonkers app. I just get ten percent, but it is ten percent of rather an awful lot of money. And I want to spend it on you, Emily my darling. Well, some of it.
(MORE)
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ADRIAN (CONT'D)
And if I do, spend it on you that is, then I expect you to do pretty much what I ask. Nothing particularly kinky, just be there whenever I need you. You'll get essentially, a salary. You can even pay tax on it if you like. What do you say?
EMILY
How much? Annually?
ADRIAN
Well, get to the point, why not. Mmm this steak is extraordinary, hmm, now, yes, OK. One hundred and fifty thousand pounds a year, paid monthly. Or weekly,if you prefer. Either way, I imagine that will be a bit more than you're currently earning, oh, if that's the right word, am I right?
EMILY
You would be right, yes. What's the nothing kinky bit?
ADRIAN
Ah, well, I've sent you a message, not really going to discuss it here. Read it, let me know and I'll talk to my accountant.
EMILY
Oh, yeah? What's he going to be writing me down as - expenses? Petty cash?
ADRIAN
Oh no. She will put you on the books as my PA. One of a few. It's my money, I do with it as I please.
EMILY
There's things I won't do, you know Adrian, for all the money in China.
ADRIAN
I understand. Now, let's not talk of these things tonight. Have some more of this
(reading wine bottle label)
Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru - it's good for you. Good for me, at any rate. It really does suit you, you know, this place, I should bring you here often. Yes, I'll do that.
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INT. EMILY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
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BOB and EMILY are in bed together as before, looking at their phones.
EMILY
You know about computers, don't you? You're a techie, right?
BOB
Yes that's right, something wrong with your phone is there?
EMILY
No, not my phone, not my laptop. Can you hack?
BOB
Can I hack? What do you mean, hack exactly? Like hack into the Pentagon, that kind of thing?
EMILY
Yes, that kind of thing, except it's an app, for phones. Can you hack apps?
BOB
Probably. What do you want doing? And do I get a free go if I do that for you, eh? Yeah!
EMILY
You'll get more than a free go, Bob, you'll get a free life. You got money worries, yes? Your missus - spends a lot you said, well now I have a little plan for you to be a rich little bastard instead of a just-getting-along little bastard. What do you think?
BOB
OK, yeah, right, but hacking an app - do you want it hacked on someone's phone, or on the server?
EMILY
Eh? What you on about? Just hack into the app, change the money flow from customers into my account. Isn't that easy peasy for someone like you? Ha! Big boy?
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BOB
And getting bigger, yeah. Ah, no, not easy. But I can give it a go, what's the name of the app?
EMILY
Well, I'm not going to tell you yet, I just need to know that you'll do it first.
BOB
Well, I've no idea until I see the app, do I?
EMILY
I'll let Mrs Bob know that I'm not that kind of therapist, if you like, how does that sound?
BOB
Woah! Blackmail? Really? I thought better of you than that, really Emily! Blackmail?
EMILY
You must have considered it, though, her finding out? What about Erik?
BOB
What about Erik?
EMILY
Not the most reliable of characters, is he? Might blab?
BOB
What's the matter with you Emily?You're going to blackmail me into hacking into someones server to divert money into your account? Blimey, Emily, blimey. Really?
EMILY
Our account, Bob, our joint account.
BOB
Now hang on, I'm not leaving my wife, you know that, part of the thing we had, yeah?
EMILY
Yeah. Thing just got changed. Are you in or out?
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BOB
I have no choice, obviously. So what happens if I can't hack into this app's server and they find out it's me? I could be arrested!
EMILY
Yes, Bob, you could, but you're always saying you're damned good at this hackery, and it will be worth millions to us! Millions! Think!
BOB
I am thinking. Prison or the wife finding out you're not that kind of therapist?
(thinks)
Three square meals a day, yeah, go on - what's the app?
EMILY
Sure?
BOB
Yeah, yeah, go on - what's the app?
EMILY leaps off the bed and digs out paperwork from her bedroom drawers, and a pen from another drawer. There are at least ten sheets of paper, held together with a paperclip. She offers them to BOB while sitting back next to him on the bed.
EMILY
Sign this.
BOB takes the proffered forms, the paperclip falls off and the papers go all over the bed. He picks them up, one by one, and skim-reads each one.
BOB
Lots here.
EMILY
Not that much, Erik drew them up for me.
BOB
Erik? He's a solicitor? Erik?
EMILY
Amongst other things. A few other things.
BOB
He's stoned all the time?
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EMILY
Helps him work through this monotonous, but necessary, stuff. Anyway...
She ruffles through the pages and picks one out, handing it to BOB, who takes it and turns it the right way round.
EMILY
Sign that one.
She hands him the pen, then gets back off the bed again and picks up a book from a bookshelf, looks at the spine and reads the title.
EMILY
The Beautiful and The Damned
She sits back on the bed next to to BOB and hands him the book, nodding at the sheet he has in his hand. BOB looks at the book.
BOB
I used to love Fitzgerald as a teenager, all that wasted beauty, all that angst combined with the apathy of youth, yeah.
EMILY takes the pen from BOB.
EMILY
Just put the paper on the book
BOB does so and she hands him back the pen.
EMILY
And then sign there, and there
(pointing)
BOB
What does all this mean, Emily? Am I going to do a stretch for breach of contract as well, if it all goes tits-up? Sorry. Belly-up.
EMILY
It won't. You're good. Sign.
He reluctantly signs the sheet on the book in the two places.
EMILY
Good. The App is called Co-In, that's
(spells it)
C O dash I N, its a bitcoin app, lots of money, and we won't be losing our hard disk in a Newport recycling dump.
(MORE)
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EMILY (CONT'D)
Easy money, and all you have to do is redirect the bitcoins into our new bitcoin account, of which you are now a signatory.
She takes the sheet off him, gathers all the sheets up, fiddles around BOB for the paperclip and fastens the sheets with it. She gets off the bed, places the sheets back in the drawer and stands, staring at BOB.
EMILY
Good, now bugger off.
EXT. Park Bench - DAY
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ERIK and MARIA, sit on a park bench eating sandwiches from a tupperware box. There's a small duffel bag/holdall on the ground next to ERIK.
Maria
You have that one, it's got egg in it.
ERIK
No, that's fine, I can taste the egg in these ham ones.
MARIA
Egg sandwiches do that.
ERIK
They do, yes.
(pause)
He signed it you know.
MARIA
Yes, I thought he might. Gullible little bugger. Still, he's not in any position to do otherwise.
ERIK
I wouldn't.
MARIA
You wrote the thing. I suppose he didn't actually read it all.
ERIK
He would have skim-read it for the important bits, I underlined them for him.
MARIA
That's ok then. Twit.
ERIK
Me?
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MARIA
No, Bob. Twat.
ERIK
Twat. There could be money in it, for us - twenty percent of millions is thousands.
MARIA
Or twenty percent of the fines and clink time.
ERIK
Yes, indeed. Still, carpe diem.
MARIA
Tricky with an egg sandwich.
ERIK
We still have these -
He reaches into the holdall and pulls out a packet of Doritos and waves them at MARIA.
MARIA
Excellent! You have good taste sir!
They put the remains of the egg and ham sandwiches back into the tupperware container. ERIK puts it into the holdall. And they begin to share the crisps.
ERIK
Live for the moment!
MARIA
La Dolce Vita!
INT. Bob's office at home - NIGHT
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BOB is furiously hacking away at his laptop, various terminal windows open and javascript code on show.
BOB
Nice and easy, come to Daddy. There you are, just run this leeetle script. Good. Yes, good. Now, the big one, PM2 restart, yey! Bloody hell, I am good at this
FIONA pops her head round the door in her nightie.
FIONA
It's three thirty five, BOB, in the morning. And I can tell that's not work, the colours are different.
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BOB
Bloody hell, is it? Right, well I'm done here, will be just a minute.
(taps a few keys)
There! Good, right, best get some shut-eye.
FIONA
What are you doing?
BOB
Oh, just a bit of fun. I do enjoy my job you know. And I like programming things for funsies too, might even earn us a few bob, you never know. Things on the back burner, right? Yeah.
FIONA
As long as you're happy,that's ok. Come to bed.
BOB closes the laptop and follows FIONA to the bedroom.
INT. BOb/FIONA's bedroom - lATER
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They are in bed, BOB is snoring, FIONA is sitting upright looking at her phone.
FIONA
Oh, Bob, what are you doing? Ah well, never a dull moment.
She turns the phone off and goes to sleep.
INT. POSH RESTAURANT - DAY
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EMILY and ADRIAN are having lunch in the same restaurant as before. The table is cleared apart from half full wine glasses and the empty bottle.
ADRIAN
Nice lunch?
EMILY
Very nice, Adrian, I really could get used to this. May have to have the afternoon off, my head is swimming. Slightly.
ADRIAN
Hmm, you drunk that rather too quickly my dear, it was not an inexpensive bottle of Chateau.
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EMILY
Well, very quaffable, I think you'd say, Adrian. Ha! Quaffed that alright.
ADRIAN
(frowning)
Indeed. So then Ems, mind if I call you that? Ems?
EMILY
You're paying.
ADRIAN
I am, Ems. I am. Now, as you might have imagined, this is not a free lunch. Don't worry, I will pay for it all. But I want to ask you to do something for me.
EMILY
The not-kinky thing.
ADRIAN
No, not that, I fear. It is very not kinky though. Did your salary go in this month? I can see you've a new dress, so perhaps ...?
EMILY
Yes, very nice, thank you Adrian.
ADRIAN
Good. Now about that. Maybe next month's deposit might be a little delayed, a bit. But the arrangement still stands. You've got my word on that. There's a thing I 'd like you to do for me, in your capacity as, er, an attractive young lady. There's this fellow, you see, older than me, but not unattractive, married, no kids, and looking around a bit, if you see what I mean?
EMILY
(sighs)
Yes, I know the sort.
ADRIAN
Good, so I want you to get some. Um. Pillow talk from him.
EMILY
Oh god, really?
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ADRIAN
Yes.
EMILY
And my salary is not going in next month? Bit of an ask then, isn't it.
ADRIAN
Yes, well, yes, it is. Sorry, no sorry, forget it, think nothing of it. Sorry. Coffee?
EMILY
Yes, coffee, a double espresso I think. Two double espressos.
ADRIAN nods almost imperceptibly and a waiter appears. He whispers the order and they stay silent until two double espressos arrive. She sinks both one after the other and gives her head a wobble.
ADRIAN
Blimey.
EMILY
Yes. Good. Needed that. Who is he?
ADRIAN
Who, the waiter? Oh, no, well, if you want to know. Um. Yes. Fellow called Robert. Something to do with work, but there aren't any proper channels to go through, so I thought ...
EMILY
An improper channel, me?
ADRIAN
Got it in one, my dear Ems, in one. Can I at least give you his card, and if you happen by him, and learn anything, I'd be ever so grateful. Actually, Ems, I'll make up next month's deposit myself, I think, not through the company books, I think that can be done. Yes, of course, so, forget about the delay. Will you do my little errand? No probs if you can't?
EMILY
You have his card, with you? This Robert?
ADRIAN
Indeed.
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He reaches into his jacket pocket and brings out a few business cards, selects one and hands it over to EMILY, who takes it and reads it. She reacts a bit - because it's BOB's card - then regains her composure. ADRIAN doesn't notice this, putting the cards back.
ADRIAN
Think you could swing something?
EMILY
I don't swing.
ADRIAN
Of course, of course. Well, I think that's it. Must get back to some kind of work, I guess. Let me get your coat.
EMILY
You've pulled.
ADRIAN
What? Oh, yes, very funny!
(laughs too much)
INT. EMILY'S BEDROOM - LATER
14
14
EMILY is pacing about on the phone.
EMILY
Pick up, pick up, damn you. Hello? Yes, it's me, nous avons une petite problemette.
(pause)
Yes, it's going a bit pear shaped already, but you can help.
(pause)
No, not that bad, well not yet. Look could you draw up something to add to that contract? A codicil, or whatever? Phase two has come a bit early.
(pause)
Yes, I know, but we're still good.
(pause)
Yes, say it's extra security, or something, and get it couriered round here by this evening?
(pause)
You are a star, Erik, a star.
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INT. EMILY'S BEDROOM - EVENING
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BOB and EMILY in usual positions in bed looking at phones. EMILY gets out of bed and goes to drawer again and retrieves a single piece of paper, and a pen. She stands over BOB and hands it to him.
EMILY
Here, sign this one, and we'll be quids in, really.
BOB takes it, reads it, signs it and hands it back to her. She returns it and the pen to the drawer and returns under the bedclothes.
BOB
So, that takes care of that then, Emily, signed, sealed and delivered. It was easy really. How much do we have in bitcoins so far?
EMILY
You have access to the account, Bob.
BOB
Well, yes. Can't stay up too long these days, Fiona is keeping an eye on me, for some reason.
EMILY
What? She knows?
BOB
Knows? Knows what?
EMILY
About all this! Please, please tell me she has no idea?
BOB
She has no idea. But I can't get onto the account without her peering over my shoulder. Odd, really, yeah.
EMILY
God sake Bob - she suspects something. How much access does she have to your computers?
BOB
Which ones? What computers?
EMILY
The ones you hack on?
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BOB
Oh, those, no, they are really locked down. Lock myself out of them sometimes, yeah, which is a challenge, as you can imagine.
EMILY
Ok. Ok, hmm.
PAUSE
BOB
I know he's there, Emily, on the balcony again. I can smell him.
EMILY
Who?
BOB
Erik.
EMILY
What?
BOB
He's out there, I can hear Blue Moon again, honestly.
EMILY
You have a vivid imagination, Bob.
BOB
Well, thank you Emily, no-one has said that to me before!
EMILY
Quite.
There is suddenly a loud banging on the door to the flat.
BOB/Emily
What the ...?
More banging. EMILY jumps up out of bed and goes to the door, she peers through the spyglass. We see ADRIAN's face peering back.
ADRIAN (O.S.)
I know you're all in there! Ems, darling, let us in, or we will break your door down!
EMILY
(loudly whispering)
Go away, go away Adrian, or I'll...
ADRIAN (O.S.)
Call the police?
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EMILY
Yes, I bloody well will, go away!
ADRIAN (O.S.)
Nope, we're staying here 'til you let us in!
EMILY
Us? What do you want?
ADRIAN (O.S.)
We want to come in for a little chat with you, with Bob and especially with Erik!
EMILY
They are not here, Adrian, go away, I will call the cops you know, I have my phone here.
She waves her phone at the spyglass.
ADRIAN
Nope, not going away. Break the door down boys, make it quick.
EMILY
God's sake.
EMILY opens the door, we see ADRIAN in a suit and two GOONS in suits, like good GOONS they are. Smiling. ADRIAN and the GOONS push past EMILY and look around the flat. We see BOB hurriedly getting his trousers on.
ADRIAN
That's better, now where is Erik, Emily?
EMILY
Outside, balcony.
ADRIAN
Good.
(shouts)
Erik!
We see ERIK coming in to the room from the bedroom, looking sheepish. ADRIAN is now facing BOB, EMILY and ERIK, with the GOONS behind him.
ADRIAN
Good. All here then. Right. I've gathered you all together to have a little chat. I don't want any of you to escape, so ...
He dismisses the GOONS who go outside the door.
20.
ADRIAN
My men will be just outside. And the balcony is not an option in case you were thinking of that, too high, and it's a bit chilly out, isn't it boys?
Goon ONE (O.S.)
Yes, boss, bit chilly out.
GOON TWO (O.S.)
Definitely boss. Chilly.
ADRIAN
Now, we can have a chat, can't we, all nice and civilised. Perhaps we could have a cup of tea, eh? Emily?
EMILY
God's sake Adrian, you've got a nerve!
ADRIAN
How I made my millions, Ems, now make us all a cup of tea, each, and we'll sit down and discuss this.
BOB
Who's that Emily?
ERIK
Don't ask, Bob.
BOB
Oh, ok, let's hear what this fellow has to say, yeah? I'll make the tea then - milk? Sugar?
ADRIAN
Milk, no sugar.
BOB
Erik?
ERIK
No milk, no sugar, er, no tea thanks.
BOB
Your goons?
ADRIAN
They won't be needing tea, they'll be off to the loo at all the wrong moments, just four, er, three teas then Robert.
21.
BOB
Robert? Oh, no it's Bob, my friends call me, er, how do you know my name? Who are you?
ADRIAN
Make the tea Rob..., er Bob, and we'll all sit at the kitchen table, nice and civilised.
EMILY
You've said that. Your goons don't look civilised to me.
ADRIAN
A precaution, only a precaution.
BOB makes the tea, they sit round the kitchen table, BOB gives one of the World's Best Dad cups to ADRIAN and the other for himself.
ADRIAN
So,we are gathered here this evening to discuss what you guys have been up to. I know all about your little scheme and I must say...
BOB
So you're the App guy?
EMILY
Shut it, Bob.
ADRIAN
I'm the App guy, yes, and you're the hack boy. Emily is your Svengali and Erik here is the admin boy.
ERIK
Well, not just ...
EMILY
Shut it, Erik, shut it!
ADRIAN
I'm losing rather a lot of money, oddly enough, and not just me. Simon Snow is very, ah, my boss is very upset too, as he's losing ninety percent of it.
BOB
How did you...
EMILY
Bob!
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ADRIAN
I don't need to tell you all, that I can very easily bring in our boys in blue to sort you all out...
BOB
They look dressed in black, mate, yeah.
ADRIAN
The police, Bob, the fraud squad, not to mention, the vice and the, um, well, yes, not my boys outside, the blue ones, um. The police, Emily. I could ring them right now?
He takes his phone out and waves it at EMILY.
EMILY
Now, surely Adrian, we can sort something out, just between us - let these two hang out to dry and we'll be fine? Yes? Adrian?
ADRIAN
How quickly you disown your friends, Emily, shame on you. No, it's simple. I'm very impressed with your set up here - Bob, Erik and you make a pretty decent team together.
BOB
Erik?
ADRIAN
And Mrs Erik too. Quite a good team.
ERIK
Maria.
ADRIAN
I wouldn't be surprised if Fiona had something to do as well, in this operation,eh Bob?
BOB
Who's Fiona?
ADRIAN
Bob?
BOB
Oh, yes, of course. No,no nothing to do with the operation, no, yeah.
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EMILY
Bob! Stop talking!
BOB
Yeah.
ADRIAN
So, here's what I have in mind. You know I get ten percent?
INT. BOB/FIONA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
16
16
They are in bed, sitting up talking.
BOB
So, it's mostly white hat hacking, yeah, what I've done before, mostly, but what about some of the other, for a few bucks extra?
FIONA
Other, what other - black hat?
BOB
That's the one - it's a lot more lucrative, it really is, and no-one wants to advertised that they've been compromised, not ninety percent of the time, anyways, yeah?
FIONA
Thought so, Bob. You've no real secrets from me, I know that. How much more lucrative?
BOB
I'd say millions, not thousands. What we could do with a cool million eh, Fiona, eh? Yeah.
FIONA
(looking directly at BOB, smiling)
Bob, I know. And Bob, I'm with you all the way.
EXT. PARK BENCH - DAY
17
17
ERIK and MARIA on the park bench, sharing sandwiches again.
MARIA
They up to it, you think?
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ERIK
Yeah, deffo. Bob's good, and he's got a lot of support with Emily, and now Adrian, piece of cake.
MARIA
Yes, but Bob's lying to Fiona about Emily.
ERIK
I wouldn't be so sure that Fiona is not completely aware of everything, she likes to spend money you know, would like a bit of a luxury lifestyle for a change.
MARIA
Wouldn't we all, Erik.
ERIK
Yup, and we are all going to get it. For a while, at least. Something to look forward to, eh?Apart from that ham sandwich you've go in the bag - proper Wiltshire you say? From actual Wiltshire?
MARIA
From that actual Wiltshire, yes Erik.
INT. Smart offices - DAY
18
18
We see SIMON SNOW, polo neck, thin, odd gestures, Andy Warhol hair, pacing the office while a typical plump gum-shoe PI - JIM - sits in a chair facing the big desk, turning his head to keep up with SIMON SNOW.
SIMON SNOW
So you know what I know. I am Simon Snow, I run this company, it's my App which is making us all rich. And you, ex-detective inspector James 'Jim' MacCleary are going to find out what is happening to all my money. And, Jim, you are not going to tell a single soul about it. Here, sign this.
SIMON SNOW hands JIM a single sheet of paper and a pen.
SIMON SNOW
(pointing to the bottom of the sheet)
There.
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JIM
Certainly, Simon. May I call you Simon?
SIMON SNOW
No, just Simon Snow will do - professionalism is key here, key.
JIM
Fair enough Simon Snow. I'll have it signed and in your inbox first thing tomorrow.
SIMON SNOW
No, James, you don't understand, you won't leave this office until it is signed, understood?
JIM
In that case, I think you have the wrong man for the job, Simon Snow.
(getting up)
I need to go through NDA's with a very fine tooth-comb, in my own time. So, if you'll excuse me, I have other clients waiting.
SIMON SNOW
Not so fast, James. You have to sign it anyway, even if I don't hire you directly. You simply have to sign it now.
(clicking a button under his desk)
That door is locked. I have all day. You can read it here and now and you can sign it here and now.
JIM
Very irregular, Mr Snow, and illegal as it happens.
SIMON SNOW
Simon Snow.
JIM
Simon Snow. Ok, to make our lives easier, I'll read it now then.
JIM settles in his chair and reads the sheet, very slowly and with it quite close to his face, as if examining it for evidence. SIMON SNOW sits behind his desk and stares at the big Apple screen, moving the mouse around but not typing.
SIMON SNOW
I said I have all day.
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JIM
(not looking up from the sheet)
Yes, I heard you.
SIMON SNOW
You have other clients.
JIM
I do.
SIMON SNOW
Perhaps you could read it faster.
JIM
Perhaps.
SIMON SNOW
God sake!
JIM
You have all day, sir.
SIMON SNOW picks up the pen and walks round the desk and waves it at JIM.
JIM
Very interesting. It's not an NDA, in any meaningful sense of the word. Acronym. Any meaningful sense of the acronym.
SIMON SNOW
Sign. It. Now.
JIM
Yes, I can sign this. Pen?
SIMON SNOW waves it again and hands it to him. JIM puts the sheet on the desk and signs it.
SIMON SNOW
Good.
JIM
My copy?
SIMON SNOW
Will be in your inbox first thing tomorrow. For now though, I'll tell you want I want from you, and then, after now, you talk to my right hand man, Adrian. Don't come back to this office, you understand?
JIM
Ok, sure.
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SIMON SNOW
This is what I need you to find out.
INT. POSH RESTAURANT - EVENING
19
19
ERIK, BOB, FIONA, EMILY, ADRIAN and MARIA are sat round a big table, eating. EMILY is sitting next to FIONA. We focus on them and their slight, but curious, discomfort.
FioNA
This is good, yes, good. Not had a carbonara this good since we were in Florence.
EMILY
I wouldn't know. I thought carbonara and lasagne and spag bol and pizzas were an Italian export for the British. Like they don't eat it themselves.
FIONA
Yeah, well, this is very good. Very Italian. What's yours like?
EMILY
It's ok. To be honest I'm a bit nervous, we have to eat this before we retire to the lounge to do all the discussing.
FIONA
Nervous about what Bob will say?
EMILY
Yes, mainly.
FIONA
Don't worry, I'll have him on a tight leash.
EMILY
That's why I'm nervous, so will I.
FIONA
It'll be fine.
EMILY
Yes, it'll be fine.
FIONA
They have a lounge here?
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INT. POSH RESTAURANT - LATER
20
20
Try a bit of improv - ALL round the table they are saying what they might do with an imaginary, fictitious million quid each.
INT. Greasy Spoon cafe - DAY
21
21
JIM and ADRIAN are sitting opposite each other, JIM is greedily enjoying his big fry-up, ADRIAN is toying with a croissant, which he's not relishing eating. JIM finishes and looks up at ADRIAN.
JIM
So you are Simon's right hand man, Adrian, then?
ADRIAN
Simon Snow, yes. I'm his most trusted employee. Partner really, yes, that's right, partner.
JIM
Ok, good. So, tell me Adrian, right hand man to the god himself, what do you make of the slow, but surely increasing, drain on his lordship's finances?
ADRIAN
I have no idea, that's why you have to do your job, Jim. I can call you Jim? Says on your card here
(pulls it out from his jacket pocket and reads)
James MacCleary - Private ...
JIM
(interrupting)
Jim's fine. So you have not a clue, Adrian? Surely you must have some kind of idea, hint, things not quite as they seem, all that?
ADRIAN
Does being a private eye, gumshoe, whatever, pay well these days? I mean, you pay the rent ok each month? I'm interested, you see Jim, I've honestly never met a real one in my life.
JIM
That's the way we prefer to work. You don't meet us, or see us, we're good like that, part of the job, mate.
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ADRIAN
Mate? Ok, that's good. So does it?
JIM
Mortgage is already paid off, I don't have expensive tastes. I do ok. Why do you ask? I mean, Adrian, I don't mean to be rude, but that sort of question, to an ex-copper's ears, is well fishy.
ADRIAN
Yes, it does. I am under no illusions that I'm your number one suspect, even if Simon Snow has 100 percent confidence in me.
JIM
You're under his spell, though Adrian, I mean, "Simon Snow"
(quotes with his fingers)
ADRIAN
Habit, that's all. Just habit. 23 Acacia Avenue, Jim? Nice place you have, but really, those gnomes! They can't come with you, I am sorry, but really, they can't.
JIM
Homework, well done Adrian. You are a really confident fellow, aren't you? Money isn't everything, when you have enough. As I say, a get by.
ADRIAN
I know that Simon Sn.. Simon will pay you forty five thousand pounds if you retrieve his millions for him. That's what he's like, just the forty five.
JIM
No bonus for a quick result, Adrian, I mean really quick? I have to make a phone call, ok.
ADRIAN
Sure, go ahead, but before you do, let me just throw a number at you.
JIM
Ok, if you like, go ahead
(takes phone out of pocket)
30.
ADRIAN
Tax free, 1 million pounds sterling in an offshore account of your choosing. Or the Co-op if you prefer. More than the forty five k, don't you think? Mate?
JIM
(putting the phone back in his pocket)
I didn't think it was that much, I mean, each - how many are you? Just you and me is it?
ADRIAN
No, that would be telling at this stage. You see, Jim, mate, you're a smart cookie. You've probably realised that I'm both bribing you and blackmailing you at the same time. Those gnomes, Jim?
JIM
It's a fair cop gov, you got me banged to rights and no mistake.
INT. VERY LARGE HOTEL ROOM - LATE EVENING
22
22
A big TV is on with the sound off. EMILY and FIONA are in a deep, unheard discussion, giggling and occasionally glancing at BOB. ADRIAN paces in front of the TV holding the remote. JIM is sat in a large armchair slowly reading The Guardian. BOB is asleep on the sofa. MARIA and ERIK are playing cards at a side-table. The central table has remnants of a very fine evening indeed. There is a very loud knock on the door. ALL look up and at each other then at the door again as the knocking continues.
BOB
Fuck me sideways and what's that? Someone at the door? What?
JIM (CALMLY)
It's fine, I'll handle it, you all go into the bedroom, all of you
(SHOUTS)
NOW!
They all rush into the bedroom and JIM goes to the door and peers through the spyglass. We see SIMON SNOW peering back.
SIMON SNOW
Let me in for god's sake JIM, it is really important that you let me in, and let me in now, JIM, or things will get difficult. Difficult Jim, for all of us.
31.
JIM
All of us?
SIMON SNOW
All of us, you, me and the rabble you have in there with you.
(SHOUTS)
Let me in, Jim, good god, just, just, let me explain, but not out here.
JIM
Why should I, mate?
SIMON SNOW
F's sake. OK, you are Robert, a private eye, two wives, a, a lady of, well you name it, my assistant and a brief with you. I know. Do I have to name you all?
JIM
Yeah, go on then.
SIMON SNOW
Look, mate, Jim, you lot outnumber me by several to one. I'm alone. Look.
He moves away from the spyglass and we can see there's no-one there.
SIMON SNOW
See? Just me Jim, gods sake, it's important, like I say, to all of us.
JIM
All of us?
SIMON SNOW
(SHOUTING)
God's sake!
JIM slowly unlocks the door, and opens it in a way that private eye's open doors, looks outside and sees only SIMON SNOW.
JIM
Come on in then Si.
SIMON SNOW
Simon Snow, oh never mind, shut the bloody door.
SIMON SNOW is panting slightly and not looking in the best of health, even thinner if that were possible, and gaunt.
32.
He goes immediately to the bedroom door, opens it and looks inside.
ADRIAN
Ah, hello Simon Snow, nice to see you, er, what, um are you doing here? I mean, I'm here obviously because ...
SIMON SNOW
Shut it Adrian. Now all come out and sit round the table. Something's gone pear-shaped. We have to do something.
INT. VERY LARGE HOTEL ROOM - LATER
23
23
EVERYONE is sat round the table except SIMON SNOW who is standing up at the head of the table.
SIMON SNOW
So you see we have until tomorrow evening at seven to fix this little bug. Not long, Bob.
BOB
Yeah, no probs, I just need the new ...
SIMON SNOW
No new - it's locked down. Properly this time, I bloody well did it myself.
EMILY
And what, Simon, happens if Bob doesn't fix your wee little bug by tomorrow evening?
SIMON SNOW
Simon Snow. We all go to prison for a very long time. And not a British prison. Or be on the run forever. We have to fix this. Bob has to fix this.
BOB
I'll get me laptop, no time like the present. Wish I hadn't had that last brandy. Where is me laptop?
FIONA
In the bedroom, in my suitcase, the blue one.
33.
BOB
Righto.
BOB goes to the bedroom and comes back with the laptop, plonks it on the table, opens it and starts typing.
ERIK
So, Simon Snow, I mean, like, wow, the real Simon Snow. What I want to know is, so, well, like here's the thing ...
MARIA
Why haven't you gone to the cops yourself when you worked out who we all were?
SIMON SNOW
Yes, I did. Well, I nearly did. I picked up the phone, yes, but then I f'ng remembered. And so I put it down again. Forensics are getting better and better, especially since I lost the contract with them. Never should have ... well. Never should have.
FIONA
You're not going to tell us?
SIMON SNOW
No.
FIONA
Ok, so, Simon, you're one of us now. Snow.
EMILY
You're not getting your money back you know sweetie pie, just so's you know.
SIMON SNOW
Fine. How's it going Bob?
BOB
Yeah, just let me ...
FIONA / EMILY
Leave him!
SIMON SNOW
Yes, yes. Adrian, I was wondering ...
34.
ADRIAN
Not now Simon Snow, not now, please. Maybe when we're all out of this mess?
SIMON SNOW
Yes, fine. Fine.
BOB
Fuck me!
All turn to BOB who looks up from his laptop.
BOB
What?
EMILY
Never mind. So, what, Simon Snow, do we do now? Just wait here for fuck-me Bob to finish?
FIONA
Usually, Emily usually.
ERIK
Hey, Fiona, what's the thing you got going with Emily? I'd a thought that, well, you know, I mean ...
FIONA
Yeah, Emily is Bob's therapist, and he's really helped him, you know, I've noticed.
ERIK
Therapist? I wouldn't put it like that ...
MARIA
Please be quiet now, Erik.
EMILY
It's fine actually, Bob just paid for my company, honestly. Easiest job I've ever had, well, most of the time.
BOB
(STILL HUNCHED OVER LAPTOP)
I can still hear you all you know.
INT. VERY LARGE HOTEL ROOM - LATER STILL
24
24
BOB is still typing. All the rest have gone to bed in various parts of the room.
35.
SIMON SNOW is slumped, uncharacteristically in the armchair watching the TV which is still on but still no sound. BOB looks up at the ceiling then types some more.
BOB
That's it. Done. A million quid please Mr Snow.
SIMON SNOW jumps up from the chair and goes to BOB, who's just shut the laptop.
SIMON SNOW
Simon Snow. Really - show me.
BOB
Nope. All done and dusted, saw the bug, squished it and now it's gone. Some fair few things I've seen too, you old bugger. Can I go to bed now?
SIMON SNOW
Oh, what? Yes, yes, you can. And, thanks Bob, thanks. What was the issue then, the bug?
BOB
Tomorrow, I'll tell all tomorrow. Goodnight.
BOB finds an empty chair, slumps into it and promptly falls asleep. SIMON SNOW opens the laptop and tries to start it. It won't even show the password page, just a black screen.
INT. VERY LARGE HOTEL ROOM - MORNING
25
25
BOB is wide awake and starts very quietly to wake people up with a finger to his lips. SIMON SNOW is asleep on the sofa, some sleeping pills on the floor, one missing, he's fast asleep not dead. When they are all awake, BOB leads them all out of the hotel room, down the corridor and gathers them in the stairwell.
BOb
Shhhh. Right, you lot, what do we think? Let Simon in ...
ERIK
Simon Snow.
BOB
We've got all his money, well, an awful lot it, and he's not got much left, I saw his accounts, so he's not going to rat on us, or anything like that, yeah.
36.
MARIA
Yes, why not? Might be a useful sort to have around.
EMILY
As long as he doesn't put us all to work for him when he has a business idea. Not having that, he's management type through and through, I can tell.
ERIK
I can put it in a contract if you like, I mean, get him to sign it when he's out of it, or something?
JIM
Good idea. Add to it that we all must call him "Si" from now on.
Giggles all round.
BOB
Shhhh. Ok, vote?
They all put their hands up reluctantly and then, less quietly, they go back to the room. SIMON SNOW is still asleep on the sofa.
INT. POSH RESTAURANT - EVENING
26
26
All are sitting at a large table raising toasts the each other and generally having fun. SIMON SNOW stands up and clinks his glass, they all quieten down to to listen.
SIMON SNOW
To The Collective!
ALL cheer - The Collective!
 
So, friends here we are at last, free as birds and financially secure as, as we are.
Cheers and clinking of glasses, then quiet.
SIMON SNOW
So, well. I know it says in our contract that I don't get to be management any more, and none of us are. But. I do have an idea ...
EMILY
Actually, Si, I have something I'd like to throw into the mix ...
37.
ERIK
Ah, yeah, like we do too
(LOOKING AT MARIA)
don't we love? So, when you've all said your ...
JIM
Me too, as it happens. But lets all pitch our ideas on another day. Sit down Si, lets just enjoy the moment.
SIMON SNOW sits down with a smile and general hub-hub ensues.
We pan out and see, coming towards the table a man - MYSTERY COP - in a raincoat, obviously CID.
MYSTERY COP
(SHOUTING)
OI!
Now then, I've got all you buggers in one place at buggery last. Drink up and enjoy your last sip. You're all under arrest, you do not have to say anything -- etc etc
FADE SOUND -- We focus on MYSTERY COP while he is talking then, when sound is fully faded, an ECU of his face, as he smiles. Then we zoom out from him slowly and we see he is running, out of breath but running, looking behind and sideways.
Zoom out some more and we eventually see all of them running, with the MYSTERY COP right amongst them, all running away from a bunch of uniformed police officers. The MYSTERY COP obviously now very much part of THE COLLECTIVE.