[Lewis.]

EP #1


The park
Gypsygoth is sobbing in the park. Her hair is a mess, her make-up is running and her tights have ripped. The camera zooms into a dark envelope full of cash in her hand. A man emerged from the darkness.
Hooded Figure: There - that wasn't so bad for your first job was it.. eh?
He grabs hold of her arm, holding it tightly. She shivers.
Hooded Firgure: Next time you’re in need of some cash… you know what to do.. eh?
He clinches her arm tighter before handing her a number. She doesn’t acknowledge his existence – she just looks down to the floor, ashamed. He lets go of her arm and walks off into the darkness. She starts to sob again.

Gypsygoth, Ukturtle and Harry’s house
Ukturtle walks in and closes the door behind him. A cold breeze blows through a gap in the bottom of the door. He shivers and chucks his coat down by the door to block the breeze.
Ukturtle: GypsyGoth, you in swe…
He is silenced by the opening of the door. Gypsygoth creeps in, the envelope of money in her pocket.
Ukturtle: Babe, where’ve you been? You look dreadful… what’s up?
She says nothing. He hugs her but she shows no emotion. He looks into her eyes.
Ukturtle: We’re gonna get through this hun.
She nods slowly
Gypsygoth: Why.. er.. why are you back so early?
Ukturtle grabs her hands
Ukturtle: They sent us home early… not enough to do. D’ya want a cup of tea?
He lets go and walks out into the kitchen. Gypsygoth takes the envelope out of her pocket and sneakily puts it into the bottom of a draw in the hallway.
Gypsygoth: There’s no teabags…
She splutters a short, sharp answer. Cupboards rattle from the kitchen.
Ukturtle: Surely there must be some somewh…
She interrupts, shouting.
Gypsygoth: .. THERE’S NONE LEFT! THERE’S NOTHING LEFT – I had to spend it all on Harry’s lunch for the week! If you don’t remember? Oh wait – you’re too busy thinking everything is okay to remember that! “Life is fine”… “Ladedadeda”! Yeah – well life isn’t fine ‘SWEETHEART’ – we spend our whole lives looking at unopened letters because we know EXACTLY what is in them and we know EXACTLY how much we just can’t afford to pay! And little Harry, he’s the one who’s really suffering here Ukturtle! But I don’t see you helping! You go out on your 15 hour a week job and come home and expect everything to be okay – WELL IT’S NOT... It’s not…. It’s ….. YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!
She breaks down and runs upstairs. Ukturtle runs into the hallway sighing. Harry appears at the top of the stairs – crying.

Shaun and Niamh’s house
Shaun is sat on the sofa writing his latest music review on a notepad – listening to the goings on next door.
Shaun: ‘ere mum! Can you hear that?
Niamh: Don’t be silly! Of course I can! Bleeding racket!
Shaun rolls his eyes whilst trying to listen to what is being said
Shaun: D’ya reckon they’re poor? I expect so… I drive a better car than them and I don’t earn a penny!
Niamh: Well that’s probably because I pay for all of it!
She gives him a disapproving look. The noise dies down next door.
Shaun: Maybe he put her out of her misery?
Niamh: SHAUN! You shouldn’t say things like that – not in this square… you’ll be accused of something next!
Shaun sniggers.
Shaun: Well… moaning cow deserves it – ‘ave you seen the state of her clothes?
Shaun cringes at the thought.

Gypsygoth and Ukturtles bedroom
Gypsygoth is lying under a blanket shivering. Her eyes are wide open, welling up at the thought of what she did. She whispers to herself
Gypsygoth: It’ll all be okay – I’m gonna change it for the better. It’ll all be okay… I need to be strong for you sweetie.
She sits up and kisses a picture of her son, Harry, next to her bed.
Gypsygoth: I’m doing this for you darling.
She lies back down, sobbing