Locke Page #10

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Ivan’s ability to do this is weakening. The words of his

wife are crippling him, or dragging him back, but he must

push on...

IVAN LOCKE:

You gave it to me in case anything

came up over Christmas. I worked

over Christmas. I always work.

Every Christmas...

CASSIDY (OOV)

It’s not Christmas...

IVAN LOCKE:

Yes, but I need a sign off...

CASSIDY (OOV)

I’m in an Indian restaurant...

IVAN LOCKE:

But I need a sign off. Really, you

know, seriously need it.

CASSIDY (OOV)

I told you I’m in an Indian

restaurant.

IVAN LOCKE:

If I give you the number of the

duty officer at the Belmount police

station...

CASSIDY (OOV)

This will have to wait...

IVAN LOCKE (INTERRUPTING)

Please. Please. Without this...

CASSIDY (INTERRUPTING BACK)(OOV)

This will have to wait.

IVAN LOCKE:

It can’t wait. It can not wait.

Concrete is coming tomorrow morning

and nothing can stop it. I just

need you to call the duty officer

and...

CASSIDY (OOV)

I’m in a bloody Indian restaurant.

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IVAN LOCKE:

Yes. I’m sorry. But please. Just

call him and give him a sign off

over the phone on a stop-go on the

Vale. Five twenty five to midday.

A silence. Then Ivan sounds as if he is almost mocking

himself...

IVAN LOCKE (CONT’D)

Pretty much everything depends on

it.

A pause.

CASSIDY (OOV)

You are Ivan Locke?

IVAN LOCKE:

Yes.

CASSIDY (OOV)

I remember you.

Ivan wipes his eyes with his sleeve...

CASSIDY (CONT’D)

You ran a tight ship.

IVAN LOCKE:

Yes.

CASSIDY:

The only Construction Director who

gave us paperwork ahead of time.

IVAN LOCKE:

Yes. But tonight things have

happened beyond my control.

A pause.

CASSIDY (OOV)

Ok, give me the bloody number.

Ivan sighs a deep sigh of relief and begins to read a number

out from memory...

12 EXT. MOTORWAY BRIDGE 12

We see Ivan’s car pass beneath as he gives PC Davids name and

number to Cassidy. Ivan’s voice is a soft monotone as he

imparts information.

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13 INT. LAND ROVER 13

We study Ivan as he finishes the call.

IVAN LOCKE:

He’ll leave his desk in five

minutes. Please call him and tell

him that you approve the stop go.

Then everything will be set.

CASSIDY (OOV)

I will. Hey. It’s late Ivan. You

work too hard.

Ivan cuts the call. We are seeing the outskirts of London

now. Ivan glances in the rear view as if he feels things

might just come together. Of course everything is broken but

he has his stop go and the baby is being dealt with. He

composes himself a little...

Then he speaks to his demon...

IVAN LOCKE:

You know I could easily have let

the concrete go to hell. I didn’t.

I took care of it.

A pause. Sudden anger...

IVAN LOCKE (CONT’D)

You know dad, when you came

creeping back saying you were

sorry, it was even worse than

staying away. Yeah. I’m serious.

I could have broken your f***ing

back but I didn’t and the fact that

I could have done it was worse than

anything.

A pause.

IVAN LOCKE (CONT’D)

Because you were so f***ing weak.

That was the first thing I noticed.

So weak. All the things I f***ing

despise inside one f***ing stupid

green shirt.

Ivan begins to laugh to himself. He shakes his head.

IVAN LOCKE (CONT’D)

You looked pathetic. My f***ing

dad in what were they? Trainers?

Some sort of f***ing trainers that

teenagers wear. And your hair all

over the place. And you don’t

drink and you don’t smoke dope

anymore.

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IVAN LOCKE (CONT’D)

So everybody is supposed to

celebrate. Is that it? I

celebrate, right? Celebrate what?

(MORE)

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IVAN LOCKE (CONT’D)

I was twenty three years old and

this old c*nt comes from the

f***ing blue sky and says, ‘guess

what’.

Donal calls...

IVAN LOCKE (CONT’D)

What?

DONAL (OOV)

Ivan, it’s all gone to hell.

Donal isn’t drunk but he’s been drinking.

IVAN LOCKE:

What?

DONAL (OOV)

The re-bars in the shuttering in

pit six. They wouldn’t hold a

kittens fart. The f***ing mavericks

from up north we put in at the last

minute.

IVAN LOCKE:

What tension did they hold?

DONAL (OOV)

Nothing at all. Came away with a

push.

IVAN LOCKE:

Is there anybody there?

DONAL (OOV)

The shutterers all went home ages

ago and they’re not in until six.

IVAN LOCKE:

Call the Albanian.

DONAL (OOV)

He’s not answering. Nobody is

answering. There’s some f***ing

football game on.

IVAN LOCKE:

Could you call in your sons?

DONAL (OOV)

They’re in Germany digging out

missile silos.

Ivan takes all this on board. This is trouble but it’s

trouble he knows.

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IVAN LOCKE:

Ok, Donal here’s what you do. You

drive down to the ring road near

the fire station and you’ll see a

road gang laying lines. You ask

for a guy called Stefan. He’s

Polish. Tell him there’s five

hundred pounds for him and two of

his best diggers if they can get

down and fix up some re-bars.

DONAL (OOV)

A road gang?

IVAN LOCKE:

I know them. They’re slumming it

for the cash. But Stefan’s the

best concrete farmer I know.

Mention my name. He owes me.

A long pause. Donal hesitates...

DONAL (OOV)

So do I have to drive down there?

Can I not just ring him?

Ivan reacts, reading between the lines...

IVAN LOCKE:

How many ciders have you had Donal?

Silence.

IVAN LOCKE (CONT’D)

Donal, I don’t have Stefan’s

number. You’ll need to drive down

there. They’ll be knocking off and

going home in half an hour.

DONAL (OOV)

Ivan, I’ll be straight with you.

I’m not drunk but I’ve had too much

to get behind a wheel. If I get

stopped again I go inside.

Ivan drives, thinks, checks his watch.

IVAN LOCKE:

Ok, you run.

DONAL (OOV)

Run?

IVAN LOCKE:

Stefan and his men will knock off

in half an hour due to council

regulations because they can’t burn

bitumen lights after ten.

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IVAN LOCKE (CONT'D)

If you run you’ll get there before

they get in their van.

DONAL (OOV)

What do you mean run? I don’t

f***ing run.

IVAN LOCKE:

You will run Donal.

DONAL (OOV)

I haven’t run since I was eight.

IVAN LOCKE:

You will run. Now. Go. Or my

building won’t get built.

A pause. Then Donal laughs.

DONAL (OOV)

Run? Are you mad?

After a moment Ivan laughs too...

IVAN LOCKE:

Yes. Tonight I’ve gone mad and I

will have to get used to being mad.

And, Donal, I can hear in your

voice you’re drunk. When you’re

drunk you can run faster for a

while. You can run like a kid.

Like the f***ing wind.

Donal laughs some more...

DONAL (OOV)

I’ll get out of my boots and put on

my trainers shall I...

IVAN LOCKE:

Yes. Then you run.

DONAL (OOV)

What? I run for bastards in Chicago

who don’t care if I live or die.

IVAN LOCKE:

No, you do it for the piece of sky

we are stealing with our building.

You do it for the air that will be

displaced. Most of all you do it

for the concrete, because it is

delicate as blood.

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