Excess Baggage

EXCESS BAGGAGE
Written by
Conor Purcell
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EXT. HOUSE - DAY
Early morning. We can hear shouts and the sound of a child

crying from inside a small council house.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
FRAN (20s, muscular) is packing a bag. His girlfriend MELISSA

(20s) is not happy. A TODDLER stands in the corner, watching
them, bawling his eyes out.
MELISSA
Jesus Fran! You said three nights.
FRAN
I’m not in charge of it, Danny
booked the flights.
MELISSA
Danny? For God’s sake! He’s a
scumbag! You never said he was
going!
Fran ignores this and keeps packing.
MELISSA (CONT’D)
Fran!
FRAN
It’s Ray’s stag. I can’t not show
up.
MELISSA
You said three nights! Now it’s a
week. What’ll it be tomorrow? You
never come back?
Fran zips up his case and walks out of the room.
FRAN
Don’t tempt me.
INT. HALL - DAY
Fran walks down the stairs.
MELISSA (O.S.)
Fuck you Fran!
2.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
JOHN (20s, nerdy) sits in a pristine kitchen, eating muesli.

His mother ANNE (50s) kisses him on the cheek and sits down
at the table.
She slides a container of vitamins across the table.
ANNE
Three a day. Before food.
John sheepishly takes the container.
ANNE (CONT’D)
Try and get your eight hours dear.
You may be on holiday, but it’s
important to keep up your regimen.
JOHN
Yes, mam. Don’t worry, it’ll be
fairly tame I’m sure.
ANNE
Well, I’m just glad that Danny Rowe
is not going. Always been trouble,
that one.
John ignores this, keeps eating. Anne reads a Tenerife

tourist guide on her phone.
ANNE (CONT’D)
There’s the observatory. That would
be worth a visit. Ooh, there’s a
craft fair on Sundays. Might be
nice.
JOHN
Oh yeah, will mention that to the
lads.
John looks at the time.
JOHN (CONT’D)
I better get going.
ANNE
Your father will give you a lift.
JOHN
It’s fine, I already booked a taxi.
ANNE
(roaring)
Terry!
3.
JOHN
Mam! It’s fine.
John’s bedraggled looking father, TERRY (50s) enters the

kitchen, newspaper in hand.
TERRY
What?
ANNE
Run John to the airport.
TERRY
I thought he was getting a taxi?
JOHN
I am.
ANNE
I cancelled it. Drive your son, for
God’s sake.
Terry shrugs and gets his keys.
Anne hugs John and looks him dead in the eye.
ANNE (CONT’D)
And stay away from the strip clubs.
The drinks are overpriced, the
girls are past their sell-by date
and you’re not even allowed touch
them.
John looks at his mother strangely.
INT. CAR - DAY
Ray (20s, overweight) and his fiance, LISA (20s) drive to the
airport. They both look happy.
LISA
And you’ll call me?
RAY
Every day.
LISA
Susan said her fella didn’t call
her once when he went on his stag.
He came back with the clap.
4.
RAY
You don’t have to worry about that.
My jocks are on lockdown.
Lisa looks at Ray lovingly.
LISA
So, what time?
RAY
What?
LISA
What time will you call me?
A beat while Ray realises Lisa was being serious. He quickly

regains his composure.
RAY
Whenever you want sweet cheeks,
whenever you want.
Lisa takes a tube of sun screen out her bag. Ray takes it,
looks at the label.
RAY (CONT’D)
Factor 70?
LISA
I don’t want you getting a tan.
It’ll look weird in the wedding
photos if you’re tanned and I’m
not.
RAY
Can’t you go to the salon?
LISA
Tanya said they bring on
alzheimer's.
Ray says nothing to this, just pockets the sun screen. He

takes out his Nokia phone and checks the time.
LISA (CONT’D)
I wish you would get a normal
phone.
RAY
This is a normal phone.
LISA
You can’t use Whats App, Snapchat,
Instagram, how is that normal?
5.
RAY
Not all of us need to document
every waking minute online.
LISA
Well, you can tell Danny I will be
watching his updates, so he better
be good.
RAY
You are way to hard on him!
LISA
Danny is a pox. Everyone knows it!
RAY
He’s grown up a lot in the last few
months, I’m telling you.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Piles of clothes on the ground. An empty bottle of vodka on

the dresser. A naked woman asleep under the covers. DANNY
(20s, skinny, tattoos) also asleep.
An alarm BUZZES. Danny wakes up with a jolt.
A beat while he awakes. Then a realization. He looks at his

phone.
DANNY
Fuck!
He gets up and notices the girl beside him.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Fuck!
EXT. HOUSE - DAY
Danny outside his house, the girl beside him, totally pissed
off.
GIRL
Is this how you treat women?
Danny looks hurt by this accusation.
DANNY
(sincerely)
You’re the first girl I’ve ever
brought back.
6.
GIRL
Really?
DANNY
No, ye daft cunt.
A taxi pulls up. The girl starts to get in. Danny pushes past
her and slams the door.
He winds the window down.
DANNY (CONT’D)
I’m late for me flight!
INT. TAXI - DAY
Danny winds the window up.
DANNY
(to driver)
Terminal 1. Fucking get a move on.
EXT. TAXI - DAY
The taxi pulls off. The girl stands by the side of the road,
shocked.
GIRL
Prick!
TITLE: EXCESS
BAGGAGE
INT. TAXI - LATER
Danny is on his phone. He puts his head out the window,

sticks his tongue out and takes a selfie.
He uploads it to Snapchat and adds the captions:
#LadsonTour #EndofRay #LetsGetFuckedUp! #PussyandPills
INT. AIRPORT - LATER
John is walking through departures with his bag. A DING. He

takes his phone out and sees Danny’s Snapchat.
7.
Fran is saying goodbye to his daughter. A DING. Melissa takes

our her phone, sees Danny’s Snapchat and shows her phone to
Fran: I told you so.
Fran doesn’t take the bait, just kisses Melissa and heads
into the airport.
Ray walks towards the entrance to departures. Behind him, we

see Lisa standing with her arms folded, watching him walk
away, suspiciously.
INT. AIRPORT - DAY
In a series of quick cuts, we see:
- The lads meet up in the departures hall
- The lads queuing up to drop their bags
- The lads going through baggage control. A CUSTOMS OFFICIAL

takes out some huge containers from Fran’s bag: protein
supplements. Fran shrugs.
- Another OFFICIAL searches Danny’s bag. She picks up a huge

stash of condoms, lube and Viagra. Danny winks at the
official, who puts the items back, stony faced
- The lads drink in the bar. Fran orders shots. John refuses
to drink his. Danny shrugs and drinks it instead.
- The lads board the plane, all in high spirits
INT. PLANE - DAY
The four lads make their way down the aisle.
Danny sprints ahead and gets the window seat.
Fran and Ray take the middle and aisle seats.
John sits across the aisle, next to two empty seats.
Danny takes out a small bottle of vodka and grins.
DANNY
This’ll keep us going until they
start serving.
8.
Danny winks at a passing air hostess.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Any chance of a mixer, sweetheart?
The air hostess smiles at Danny coldly and keeps walking.
RAY
Let’s try and get there without
getting arrested.
DANNY
It’s not illegal to chat up the air
hostesses. She loves it.
A group of GIRLS in the row ahead look back at Danny with

disgust.
Danny winks at them too.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Alright girls? VIP section back
here. Youse are all invited.
Ray and John exchange glances. Danny takes a long swig of

vodka.
INT. PLANE - LATER
Just before the doors close, a late passenger arrives. This

is FRANK (40s, gaunt). He wanders down the aisle, looking at
his ticket. He’s in John’s row.
John stands up to let him in. He eyeballs John as he squeezes

past.
John looks at Ray: weirdo. Ray smiles. Frank sees this and
looks at both Ray and John again, a bit longer than normal.
Burn marks creep up Frank’s neck.
INT. PLANE - LATER
John is asleep. Danny is holding court with the girls in the

row ahead of him. Ray and Fran are deep in conversation.
FRAN
It’s a big commitment, that’s all
I’m saying.
RAY
She’s the one Fran. A light upon my
life. Like you and Melissa.
9.
FRAN
Yeh, like me and Melissa.
RAY
Best thing that ever happened to
you, she was.
FRAN
I suppose. In some respects.
RAY
A great girl.
Danny looks down at the two of them.
DANNY
Are youse talking about your birds?
Fuck sake lads, it’s a fucking
stag. The whole point is to forget
the hellish existence you’ve found
yourself in and Get. Fucked. Up.
Danny passes them the vodka. Ray and Fran take a swig. Danny
sees John is asleep and throws the bottle cap at his head.
The cap bounces off John’s head and lands in Frank’s lap.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Sorry pal! No harm, no foul.
John wakes up, gets passes at the bottle. He looks at it and

shakes his head.
JOHN
I think I’ll wait until I at least
clear customs.
DANNY
Fuck’s sake.
(to Frank)
Here mate, take a drink.
John looks at Frank and passes him the half-full bottle.

Frank takes it from John, and without breaking eye contact
with Danny, knocks back the entire bottle.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Not the whole thing! Fuck’s sake!
Trying to be nice.
Frank continues to stare at Danny. Ray pulls on Danny’s top:

sit down and shut the fuck up.
Danny eventually does so.

10.
INT. PLANE - LATER
Danny is half asleep. Ray reads the inflight magazine. Fran

comes back from the toilet. The plane starts to rattle:
turbulence.
Danny wakes up with a jolt. Fran makes it back to his seat.
The turbulence gets worse. Cabin crew rush back to their

seats. An announcement tells all the passengers to fasten
their seat belts.
The plane shakes violently. John looks like he is about to

throw up. Danny puts his head in his hands. Fran clutches the
seat in front of him. Ray looks like he’s about to start
crying.
Frank stares straight ahead, a smile on his face.
A long, terrifying beat.
The plane stops shaking. The DING of the seatbelt sign. The
cabin crew walk through the plane. An audible gasp of relief
from some passengers. Disaster averted.
EXT. AIRPORT - DAY
The lads are standing by the taxi rank. John is showing the
TAXI DRIVER a map on his phone.
JOHN
Ocean Park. Ocean Park.
TAXI DRIVER
Ocean Park, no. Ocean Vila, yes.
JOHN
No, see the map. It says Ocean
Park.
John gives the driver the phone, and in a condescending tone:
JOHN (CONT’D)
Ocean. Park.
The driver looks like he wants to punch John.
Danny runs over and leaps on John’s back.
DANNY
Ocean whatever the fuck, let’s go!
11.
The driver shrugs and opens the boot. The lads put their
luggage in the back and climb into the taxi.
The taxi drives off. Frank watches them from a distance.
INT. APARTMENT - DAY
The door opens. Danny, Fran, Ray and John pile in, running
towards the bedrooms.
We hear shouts and doors slamming.
INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
We see the lads’ pre-night out routine:
Ray is on the phone to his fiance. He’s looking at himself in

the mirror, styling his hair with one hand, the phone in the
other.
RAY
(to phone)
Probably just get tapas. A few
drinks. Everyone’s a bit tired.
John saw a place in the taxi. Yeh,
very quiet. Yeh, love you too.
John is fully dressed. He sits on his bed reading a

guidebook: ‘Let’s Go Tenerife’, underlining passages with a
pen.
INT. APARTMENT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
Fran is in the bathroom. There’s a series of protein powder

bottles in front of him. We hear grunts. Then we see him:
he’s on the floor doing press-ups.
INT. APARTMENT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
Danny is clutching a flyer for a local strip club featuring

two scantily clad blondes.
Danny masturbates. He finishes and sits back on the toilet, a

look of relief on his face.
Outside the door we hear Fran.

12.
FRAN (O.S.)
Are we ready? Let’s fucking do
this.
Danny smiles. It’s time to hit the town.
EXT. TOWN - NIGHT
A series of quick cuts of the lads on the tear: beer, shots,

drinking games, interspersed with phone screens. We see:
- Danny’s Instagram post: Fran downing a pint in one go.
- Fran’s Snapchat: a video of some hot WOMEN walking past

with the tongue emoji over it.
- John’s Instagram post: a picture of a local church with the

caption “interesting architecture”
They settle at a bar.
INT. BAR - LATER
A boiler plate sports bar on the main drag.
RAY
My round.
The other lads cheer.
DANNY
Fuck me, it must be an eclipse.
FRAN
That’s just the backness of his
wallet. No human has ever seen in
there before.
RAY
(laughing)
Fuck off! Shots?
The three lads respond in unison: Shots! Shots! Shots!
EXT. BAR - LATER
The lads, well sauced, sit at the same bar, on the outside
tables, watching party people amble past.
DANNY
She was gagging for it!
13.
FRAN
Bollox! She was well out of your
league.
DANNY
(sincerely)
I don’t have a league.
RAY
The birds you shag are non-league
alright.
John sees Frank, sitting at a table on his own.
JOHN
There’s that bloke!
FRAN
Who?
JOHN
That bloke from the plane.
DANNY
Is he on his own? Fucking loser.
All the lads look over at him. Frank looks over and sees
them. He stares at them.
DANNY (CONT’D)
(quietly)
Alright billy no mates.
JOHN
Fuck’s sake, shut up. He’ll come
over.
Frank makes his way over to the table.
JOHN (CONT’D)
I told you!
FRANK
You guys were on my plane?
Danny and Fran exchange glances, say nothing. Finally Ray

breaks the awkward silence.
RAY
I don’t think so.
FRANK
No, definitely, I was sitting
beside him.
14.
Frank points at John, who says nothing, keeps his head down.
A long, awkward silence. Frank gets the message, he’s

humiliated.
FRANK (CONT’D)
There’s no need to be rude. If you
don’t want to say hello, just say
so.
He looks directly at John.
FRANK (CONT’D)
But to do this? No, that’s not on.
John is about to say something when Frank walks away

abruptly.
DANNY
Fucking whack job.
RAY
Come on, let’s go somewhere else.
JOHN
Agreed.
DANNY
I might head home. Get an early
night. Pace myself.
A beat as the lads look at Danny strangely.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Haha! Would yis fuck off! Pace
myself! Come on, let’s get fucked
up!
The lads pile out of the bar. Ray looks back at Frank. He’s
gone.
INT. CLUB - NIGHT
A series of quick cuts:
- The lads necking shots
- Lines of coke being laid out
- Lines of coke being snorted
- The lads dancing on the dance floor

15.
- Danny’s Snapchat: the lads on the dance floor
- The lads ogling a podium dancer
- Danny clambering onto the podium
- Fran’s Instagram Story: Danny gyrating on the podium
- Danny being escorted out of the club by security
- The lads flinging chips at each other in a take away
- The lads wandering down the street, beers in hand
EXT. BEACH - LATER
The four lads sit on the beach, in the pre-dawn, a sense of

calm after the excesses of the night.
DANNY
This is the life. Fuck all that
shit at home. This is what we
should be doing.
FRAN
I tell ye, if it wasn’t for the
nipper, I’d never come back.
RAY
What about Melissa?
FRAN
I tell ye, if it wasn’t for the
nipper, I’d never come back.
Laughter. John stands up and raises his beer in the air.
JOHN
A toast.
The lads all stand up, and raise their beers in the air.
JOHN (CONT’D)
To Ray.
The rest of the lads toast Ray.
DANNY
Fuck Ray! Here’s to us.
The lads cheer.

16.
EXT. STREET - LATER
The lads walk unsteadily back towards the apartment.
JOHN
Jesus, it’s nearly 6. I want to be
up tomorrow. There’s a scuba diving
course-
The lads start laughing at John. Fucking scuba diving!
The place looks like it’s been robbed: clothes strewn

everywhere, prone bodies on the couch, the floor, one on the
balcony.
The clock on the wall reads 4pm.
INT. BATHROOM - LATER
We see each of the lads taking turns in front of the mirror:
- John carefully flossing his teeth
- Ray splashing water on his face and groaning
- Fran flexing in the mirror and taking a selfie
- Danny snorting a line of coke
INT. APARTMENT - LATER
Danny strides around the apartment like a general addressing

his troops.
DANNY
Night two boys. A crucial night.
Get this right and we set the tone
for the whole trip. Fuck it up and
we fuck up the whole thing.
John raises his hand.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Yes. Johnny boy.
JOHN
What the fuck are you going on
about?
17.
Ray and Fran laugh.
DANNY
Scoff all yis want, but without the
right planning, the night will end
up an aimless disappointment. Flat,
uninspired. This is years of
experience talking.
Fran raises his hand.
FRAN
Yes Fran.
FRAN (CONT’D)
What the fuck are you going on
about?
Danny smirks and leaves the room. He reemerges a second later

with a room service tray and a metal lid. The lads look
confused.
Danny lifts up the lid: four thick lines of coke, four mini-
bar bottles of vodkas, four beers, four condoms.
DANNY
Don’t fuckin’ say I never do
anything for yis.
The lads cheer. Fran gets stuck into a line, while Ray and
John open the beers.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Hold on, for fuck’s sake.
The lads all stop.
DANNY (CONT’D)
There’s a system. First, you do the
line.
Danny snorts a giant line of coke.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Then, you knock this back.
Danny downs the mini-bottle of vodka.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Then, you have the beer.
Danny cracks open his beer, walks out onto the balcony and
lights a cigarette.
18.
EXT. BALCONY - CONTINUOUS
Danny sits on a lounger.
DANNY
Then you enjoy the sunset, safe in
the knowledge, you are going to get
fucked up.
Cheers from inside the apartment.
EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
The four lads at a bog standard restaurant, looking at menus,

a WAITER hovering.
JOHN
I wonder if this has gluten.
FRAN
Fucking 50 page menu, there’s only
about four edible dishes.
DANNY
We shouldn’t be eating anything.
It’ll fuck up the whole system!
RAY
(to waiter)
What’s the soup of the day?
WAITER
Fish.
RAY
I see. And what wine would you
recommend with that.
WAITER
(bored)
Any wine.
RAY
I see. And-
DANNY
Shut the fuck up! Just have the
spaghetti! You know where you are
with spaghetti.
The lads sigh, and agree. The waiter notes this down and
wanders off.
19.
INT. RESTAURANT - LATER
The lads at the table. The waiter pours red wine into each of
their glasses.
Ray takes out his phone and gives it to the waiter.
RAY
Un photo, por favor? Photographia?
FRAN
He can speak English you tit.
The waiter takes the picture: four lads smiling, a picture of

happiness.
In a series of quick cuts, we see the picture uploaded to:
- Fran’s Instagram
- John’s Facebook
- Danny’s Snapchat
Danny notices Ray’s brick-like Nokia on the table.
DANNY
Where can you upload a photo with
that? 1987?
RAY
It works for me. Besides, I don’t
want Big Brother monitoring my
every movement.
FRAN
I don’t think the CIA are too
interested in your Saturday morning
boxercise sessions.
RAY
It’s not boxercise! It’s body pump,
completely different!
DANNY
Body pump, now there’s an exercise
I can get behind!
Danny stands up and starts doing a gyrating motion.
The waiter arrives with the food.

20.
EXT. RESTAURANT - LATER
The lads sit outside smoking and drinking their wine.
FRAN
It’s about ketones. Control those
and you control your body. Mark my
words.
Fran takes a long drag on his smoke. Across the road, at

another bar, a man stands, hidden in the shadows, staring at
John.
John looks over, sees the man, leans in to get a closer look,
but the man moves away.
Danny stands up.
DANNY
This place is dead. Let’s go to
that club.
FRAN
What club?
DANNY
The one with the dancers, the
podiums. Fucking rides. Get a few
pills into us.
John groans at this.
JOHN
The drug laws here are very
stringent.
DANNY
Fuck off with your stringent. This
whole place is corrupt as fuck. And
the pills are meant to be deadly.
FRAN
You source them, I’ll take them.
Danny pats Fran on the back. John and Ray sigh.
The lads leave.
EXT. BAR - NIGHT
The four lads exit the bar and walk down the street.
Someone is watching them.

21.
EXT. STREET - LATER
The lads weave through the late-night crowds. They are being
followed.
A large crowd surrounds a DREADLOCKED BREAKDANCER who is

dancing to loud hip-hop music. The crowd blocks the street
and the lads split up to get past them.
They disappear into the crowd. We see it’s Frank who is

following them. He has lost them.
EXT. BAR - LATER
Frank sits outside a bar. A WAITRESS brings him a pint of

beer. He pays and scrolls through his phone.
He goes to Instagram and searches for #Tenerife. Hundreds of

pictures show up. He clicks on ‘Most Recent’ and refreshes.
He scrolls through the photos and then sees it: Fran’s

Instagram shot of the lads at the restaurant. He writes down
the name of the restaurant and Fran’s username: Frandaman.
He clicks on Fran’s feed and follows him. Danny has been

tagged on Fran’s post and Frank follows him too.
Frank clicks on Danny’s Instagram Story: it shows the lads

entering Club Trident.
Frank checks Google Maps - it’s only a five minute walk.

Frank puts his phone down and finishes his beer.
INT. CLUB TRIDENT - NIGHT
Strobe lights. Gyrating bodies. A packed club. Relentless

techno music blasts.
Shadows, dark corners. Pills being sold. Business is good.

Half the club are off their face.
Ray stands at the side of the dance floor watching. Danny is

in full flow, waving his arms like a mad man. Fran joins him,
a shit-eating grin on his face. The pills are good.
INT. CLUB TRIDENT - LATER
Frank is in a corner, watching the lads dance. His face is

partially obscured by the shadows.
22.
He focuses on John, who’s not on pills and who’s dancing like

an awkward uncle at a wedding.
INT. CLUB - LATER
John gives up and heads to the bar. Frank follows.
INT. CLUB. BAR - CONTINUOUS
John shouts over the din to make himself heard.
JOHN
Vodka coke!
A beat. The BARTENDER can’t hear him.
JOHN (CONT’D)
Vodka coke!
The bartender hears him and fixes his drink. Beside John
stands Frank. He is watching John, although John is
oblivious.
The bartender gives John his drink. John leans over the bar
to pay.
He looks for his drink on the bar. It’s been moved. Strange.
He takes a long swig.
INT. CLUB - LATER
The lads in full flow, arms in the air, trance music pumping.
John sits at a table in the corner, looking worse for wear.
Through John’s POV we see:
- The dancers on the dance floor become warped.
- The lights ebbing and flowing like a bad LSD trip.
- Everything goes black.
EXT. CLUB - LATER
Everything is black. We hear the lads but cannot see them.
DANNY (O.S.)
I told ye! Stick with the pills and
you’ll be grand.
23.
RAY (O.S.)
Shut the fuck up! Maybe he was
poisoned.
FRAN (O.S.)
Date rape?
DANNY (O.S.)
Who’s going to rape him?
John’s eyes open. Everything is blurred. Then indistinct

shapes. Then, finally, the lads come into focus.
RAY
You’re all right Johnny boy, we’ll
get you home. Danny, get a taxi.
EXT. TAXI - NIGHT
The lads carry John into a taxi and pile in after him.
EXT. BALCONY - NIGHT
A man sits on a balcony. He’s eating airline peanuts. He

CRACKS the shells open and pops them in his mouth.
We can hear the distant wailing of a karaoke bar. Someone is

butchering Rocket Man.
The man keeps eating the nuts. It’s Frank. From where he
sits, he can see the lads’ apartment. Their lights go off.
Danny asleep on the couch, a half-rolled joint on the coffee

table in front of him, alongside skins, and a few cans.
There’s a strange noise coming from somewhere in the

apartment.
We move through the hallway and into:
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Ray tucked into his bed in a pristine bedroom, his shoes at

the end of his bed, his clothes neatly hanging up in the
wardrobe.
We move out of his bedroom and into:

24.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Fran lying spreadeagled in his clothes. There’s empty cans on

the ground and his balcony door is open.
The weird noise gets louder.
We move out of his bedroom, through the hallway, and into:
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
John, on his knees hunched over the toilet, is vomiting

violently.
He stops retching and attempts to stand up. His legs are

shaky. He looks in the mirror: his eyes are bloodshot and
he’s ghostly white.
He splashes some water on his face. He retches again and

reaches the toilet just in time.
The lads, in various states of undress sit in the living

room. Fran rolls a joint. Ray looks worse for wear, although
he’s fully dressed. John has a wet towel over his head, a
basin at his feet.
Danny saunters in from the balcony.
DANNY
(in a mock cockney accent)
It’s a beautiful day geezers, and
there are some busty stunnas by the
pool. I say we go forth and
procreate.
RAY
Someone needs to stay with John.
JOHN
I’m fine.
DANNY
He’s fine. Sure, a bit of sun will
do him good.
John retches up a murky green substance. The lads look

disgusted.
John shakily stands up and heads towards his bedroom.

25.
JOHN
Fuck this. Ray, if I die, delete
all the porn from my phone.
John closes the door of his bedroom. Ray looks worried.
RAY
I think he should see a doctor.
DANNY
Fucking drama queen! He just drank
too much. He’ll be fine in a bit.
FRAN
We’ll check on him later, if he’s
still fucked up then, we’ll get a
doctor.
DANNY
Sound. Now, let’s get some fucking
sun!
EXT. POOL - DAY
A busy pool. Some families, a few groups of girls. Ray lies

on a sun lounger, in the shade, drinking from a bottle of
water.
Fran sits in the sun, drinking a beer.
Danny stands by the pool chatting up a group of ENGLISH

GIRLS.
DANNY
It’s true! It’s been proven.
ENGLISH GIRL
I’ve never seen an Irish one.
ENGLISH GIRL 2
(to Danny)
You’re so full of shit!
DANNY
It was on National Geographic.
The girls laugh, but their laughter turns to screams as Danny

drops his shorts and cannonballs into the pool.
The lifeguard runs over, blowing his whistle. A few cheers go

up from around the pool.
26.
Fran shakes his head at Dannny’s antics, notices Ray is

sitting in the shade.
FRAN
You won’t get a tan under there.
RAY
Oh, Lisa told me not to get a tan.
She doesn’t want it to be weird on
the wedding day. Ye know, me being
tanned and her not.
Fran laughs, thinking Ray is joking. Ray’s silence indicates

he’s not.
FRAN
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
RAY
No, wait, she has a point-
Ray stops mid-sentence. He’s seen someone on their balcony. A

man is standing on it, watching them.
RAY (CONT’D)
What the fuck?
FRAN
She’ll be wearing make up for
fuck’s sake!
RAY
That’s our balcony?
Fran sits up and looks at the balcony. The man is still

there.
FRAN
Nah, sure who’s your man? He’s
hardly in ours.
Ray stands up. Danny comes over, soaking wet.
DANNY
Did yis see that? Fucking
legendary.
Danny clocks Ray. Follows his gaze.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Who’s that?
The man on the balcony goes inside the apartment and closes
the door.
27.
RAY
I’m going up to check. I’m sure
that’s ours.
Ray walks off. Danny sits down beside Fran, takes a swig of
his beer. Fran laughs, but looks up at the balcony, clearly
worried.
Ray opens the door. There’s no sound. He closes the door and
walks into the:
INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
He takes a knife from the kitchen counter. He turns around

and sees a figure in the doorway.
RAY
Jesus!
It’s John, wrapped in a sheet.
JOHN
What are you doing?
RAY
We saw someone on the balcony. We
thought we did. I guess not.
JOHN
I just woke up. Did you lock the
door?
RAY
Yeh, it locks automatically.
JOHN
Well then.
RAY
How are you feeling?
JOHN
Like shit. I didn’t drink that much
last night.
RAY
You must have got spiked. Are you
drinking enough water?
28.
JOHN
Yeh. Going to go back to bed. Wake
me around 9 if I’m not awake.
John walks back to his room.
Ray looks at the knife in his hand and shakes his head. What
an idiot.
He puts the knife back and walks into the:
INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Ray walks through the living room and out onto the:
EXT. APARTMENT - BALCONY - CONTINUOUS
He looks down and sees Fran and Danny at the pool. Fran
stands up when he sees him.
EXT. POOL - DAY
Fran looks at Ray on the balcony - the same balcony the man
was just on.
FRAN
Fuck!
Fran grabs his stuff and heads for the room. Danny follows
suit, before doubling back and grabbing Fran’s half-drunk
beer.
INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
The lads sitting on the couch. John looking like death warmed
up huddled in the corner.
The lads passports are on the table.
FRAN
So nothing was taken? All our money
here, our passports?
Everyone nods.
FRAN (CONT’D)
So what the fuck was he doing?
Fran looks over at John.

29.
DANNY
Rape?!
RAY
Will you stop going on about rape!
FRAN
The state he’s in, who’d rape him?
JOHN
(croakily)
I wasn’t fucking raped!
INT. APARTMENT. RECEPTION - LATER
Fran, Danny and Ray stand at reception desk in front of a

skeptical looking manager, PABLO (50s).
PABLO
So, nothing was taken?
RAY
Not that we know of.
PABLO
You have your money, your
passports?
FRAN
Yeh.
PABLO
And no damage to the locks.
RAY
No.
PABLO
What time did you start drinking
today?
FRAN
Fuck that! We saw what we saw!
PABLO
Of course, of course. But you can
see my problem. Nothing stolen,
nothing broken, no one hurt. No
footage of this man on the cameras.
I ask you to describe him and you
say he looks like a ‘normal man.’
What do you suggest I do?
30.
The lads are stumped. Danny take a long swig of beer.
DANNY
Keep an eye out for this man.
Whoever he is.
Pablo nods as if Danny has said something profound.
The lads walk off, pleased with themselves.
PABLO
(under his breath)
Fucking Irish.
EXT. BALCONY - NIGHT
Sun sets over the resort. The lads sit on the balcony smoking
a joint and drinking beer.
FRAN
We can’t stay here all night. This
fucking prick won’t come back.
Probably just some piss head.
DANNY
FinallY! Yes, let’s go out and get
laid. It’s why we’re here.
RAY
Firstly, that’s not why I’m here.
Secondly, have you forgotten about
John?
DANNY
Jesus, let’s get him up. He’s been
asleep all day, the lazy bollox.
What he needs is a night out.
RAY
What he needs is a doctor.
Fran stands up.
FRAN
I’ll wake him and see what he says.
Fran goes back into the apartment.
Ray looks at the joint Danny is smoking.
DANNY
You want some?
31.
RAY
Go on then.
DANNY
Wahey! Go on ye good thing.
RAY
I suppose I should learn how to
relax.
DANNY
That’s what I’ve been saying.
You’re always expecting the worst
to happen. Just enjoy life, Ray.
You’ll be a long time dead.
Ray takes a long puff of the joint and slumps back on the
chair.
A beat while both men take in the sunset.
FRAN (O.S.)
Lads!
Ray and Danny look at each other.
INT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT
John is hooked up to an IV. The lads stand around the bed

looking nervous.
A DOCTOR arrives. He has a clipboard in his hand and he looks

at the results.
DOCTOR
This is very serious. Your friend
was given a highly potent nerve
agent.
DANNY
What the fuck’s that?
DOCTOR
It’s a poison. Very rare, very hard
to find. Used in the past by
governments, militaries.
A beat while this sinks in.
DOCTOR (CONT’D)
Your friend is very sick. But he is
lucky.
(MORE)
32.
DOCTOR (CONT’D)
The dose must not have been much -
any more and he would have died.
A police officer, JUAN CADIZ (40s, authoritative) walks in.

He talks to the doctor briefly in Spanish. The doctor leaves
and closes the door.
JUAN
Are you in trouble? Is there
someone who wanted to hurt John?
RAY
Nobody, sure John wouldn’t harm a
fly!
Fran looks at Danny.
DANNY
What?
RAY
Don’t tell me... what the fuck have
you done?
DANNY
Nothing, it’s just...
JUAN
Sir, if you tell us now, it will be
easier to find who did this.
FRAN
He owes Badger Flynn 2 grand.
RAY
You think Badger Flynn did this?!
JUAN
This, ‘Badger’, you think he could
get access to weapons grade poison?
Then follow you across the world,
and poison your friend as a
warning. All unseen by anyone?
The lads look at each other.
FRAN
He still lives with his ma.
JUAN
Whoever did this is extremely
dangerous.
(MORE)
33.
JUAN (CONT'D)
However, if he got the wrong
person, which seems likely, then he
has probably left the island. My
officers are looking at all the
security footage, and if we ID
someone, we will let you know. For
now, you need to stay on the
island.
RAY
We’re not leaving without John.
Everyone looks at John: he looks fucked.
Fran, Danny and Ray sit on the balcony, drinking cans.
DANNY
Ye heard what he said. An accident.
Some head the ball dosed the wrong
drink and legged it.
RAY
And what about the man on the
balcony?
DANNY
Probably a cleaner or something.
Got the wrong room. Will ye calm
down!
RAY
Calm down?! John’s on his death bed
and you want to go out on the piss!
DANNY
A few drinks is all. It’s ladies
night at that place beside the
Karaoke club. Meet a few birds,
take our minds of it.
RAY
No fucking way. We stay here, wait
to see if that copper calls.
DANNY
If he calls he calls. Just bring
our phones. We can’t stay here all
night. Come on, a bit of Sinatra!
FRAN
Sounds good to me.
34.
Ray shrugs, he’s been outvoted.
Frank sits drinking a post-meal coffee. He takes out his

phone and looks through Danny’s Instagram feed. Nothing new
has been posted.
He clicks through Fran’s feed - a new post: a picture of an

ELDERLY MAN on a stage. He looks at the location: Sweet
Dreams Karaoke Bar. Bingo.
INT. SWEET DREAMS KARAOKE BAR - NIGHT
The three lads propped up at the bar, downing beers. The

change of scene has done little to improve their mood.
An ELDERLY WOMAN massacres UB40’s Red Wine, while a few

MIDDLE-AGED ALCOHOLICS sway from side to side.
RAY
I’d rather be poisoned than listen
to this shit.
DANNY
Come on! It’s not that bad. I’ll go
up, you pick a tune, I’ll sing it.
Ray smiles. Not a bad idea. He flicks through the song book
and points at a song.
DANNY (CONT’D)
For fuck’s sake.
FRAN
You promised.
Danny looks pissed off.
INT. SWEET DREAMS KARAOKE BAR - LATER
Danny stands on the stage, blaring out I’m a Barbie Girl. The
sauced up regulars cheer him on. Danny is starting to enjoy
the attention.
Ray and John are laughing their heads off.
Mid song, the volume goes up louder and louder, then a

piercing noise.
35.
Danny drops the microphone and puts his hands over his ears.
The rest of the clientele cover their ears as well.
Then silence. The noise stops. The HOST looks around

apologetically.
INT. APARTMENT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Ray lies in bed. He’s on the phone to his fiance.
RAY
Yeh, no, quiet. Getting a bit of
sun, a few drinks, nothing crazy.
A beat while Lisa talks.
RAY (CONT’D)
Everything’s fine. Just tired.
Looking forward to getting back
home. Yeh, Tuesday.
Lisa babbles on interminably.
RAY (CONT’D)
Yes, sweet cheeks. Yes, yes. Ok,
Ok. Yep. Ok. Bye. Bye. Yes. Bye.
Ray hangs up. Finally.
Fran sits on the bed on his mobile. He’s talking to his wife,
Melissa.
FRAN
Fucking hell, I told you already,
Tuesday!
A beat while Lisa rants on the other end.
FRAN (CONT’D)
No! You’re fucking paranoid, that’s
your problem.
A beat. Shouts on the other end. Fran holds the phone away
from his ear.
FRAN (CONT’D)
You’re breaking up... what?... I
can’t hear you?
36.
Fran hangs up and turns off his phone, turns of his light and
goes to sleep.
Danny lies on the bed, naked. He’s Face-timing a girl.
DANNY
Go on! I’ll show ye mine.
The line starts to scramble. The image of the girl gets

pixelated.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Fuckin’ WiFi!
The line goes dead. Danny goes into the saved videos folder
on his phone. He clicks one of the videos: two women kissing
each other.
Danny smiles.
EXT. RESORT - DAY
A series of shots of the resort:
- Fat tourists put their towels on sun loungers
- Expats tuck into fry-ups
- The sound of house music drifts across the pool
- A few shirtless older men sit around drinking beer
- The balcony door of the lad’s apartment opens, it’s Ray. He

steps onto the balcony and surveys the scene, looking
worried.
Danny and Fran sit on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through

their phones. Ray comes in from the balcony.
RAY
We should go see John. See if
there’s an improvement.
DANNY
Then the waterpark. Pick-up
central, those places.
37.
RAY
Your mate is possibly dying in the
hospital and you’re thinking about
birds?
DANNY
Don’t be such a drama queen. He’s
probably up and walking about. Bet
he’ll be out on the piss with us
tonight.
INT. HOSPITAL - LATER
John is still hooked up to a variety of machines. Ray, Danny

and Fran look on in silence.
The doctor arrives.
DOCTOR
The news is good. It might not look
it, but he’s responded well to the
treatment. We hope he will be awake
in the next 24 hours.
The doctor gets a card out and gives it to Ray. It belongs to

Juan, the police officer.
DOCTOR (CONT’D)
He was here this morning. He said
to call him.
INT. POLICE STATION - DAY
Juan sits at his desk, looking through files, talking on the

speaker phone. He’s talking to Ray.
JUAN
(to phone)
Yes, it’s good news. As for the man
who did it, we believe he has
probably left the island. Once your
friend wakes up, we will need to
take his statement. After that, he
can leave.
INT. WATERPARK - DAY
The lads stride through the park, a spring in their step,

beers in their hands.
38.
DANNY
I told yis! No point sitting around
moping about it, makes no fucking
difference.
FRAN
I didn’t fancy calling John’s ma.
At least now we won’t have to.
DANNY
What happens in Tenerife, stays in
Tenerife.
The lads down their pints and run towards the slides.
INT. WATER PARK - DAY
In a series of quick cuts we see through Fran’s Snapchat:
- Ray sliding down a massive slide, looking scared senseless
Through Danny’s Instagram Story:
- Fran trying to get a selfie at the top of the slide, before

he’s pushed down
Through Fran’s Instagram Story:
- Danny doing a cannonball into the pool, splashing water

over nearby sunbathers
INT. WATER PARK - LATER
Danny is standing by a slide talking to two local girls,

PATRICIA and LUISA.
DANNY
So the whole thing was very high
level. Police, Interpol maybe. The
guys on the run, who knows where he
is now. Maybe he’s back in Russia
or wherever.
GIRL
And your friend, is he going to be
ok?
DANNY
A lot of long nights sitting with
him.
(Danny clocks the crucifix
one girl is wearing)
(MORE)
39.
DANNY (CONT'D)
Lots of prayer. The power of God’s
will can’t be underestimated.
The girls smile at each other, lapping up Danny’s patter.
Fran arrives with Ray, both a bit pissed, carrying beers.
FRAN
Danny boy! Who are the two rides?
DANNY
Just talking about John, and er,
the power of prayer.
RAY
Prayer? When’s the last time you-
Fran gets it and cuts Danny off.
FRAN
Sure, we’re Irish, we love praying.
(to the girls)
Beer?
The girls smile and take the beers.
Ray, Fran and Danny sit on sun loungers with the two girls,
drinking beers, having a good time.
At a distance, we see someone is watching them.
Everyone’s a bit drunk now and when Fran stands up he’s

unsteady on his feet.
FRAN
(to the girls)
You want to see me do the Bullet?
The lads look at the Bullet: a near vertical slide over 100
feet high.
RAY
Just don’t drown.
DANNY
Get some beers on the way back.
Fran walks off towards the slide. He is being followed.

40.
INT. WATER PARK - LATER
Fran climbs the steps to the ride. It’s late in the day and
there’s no one in front of him.
Before he reaches the top of the steps, Frank, barges past

him, not looking back.
FRAN
Alright pal. Jesus.
Fran, a bit pissed, let’s him go past.
Ray, Danny and the two girls are watching the slide. They see
a figure going down it, too quickly to identify.
DANNY
Is that him?
RAY
Must be.
INT. WATER PARK - CONTINUOUS
Frank continues down the slide and crashes into the splash
pool.
The lads and the girls are still watching the slide. They see
Fran at the top waving.
RAY
No, that’s him.
They cheer and wave back.
Fran slides down.
Fran SMASHES into the plunge pool. While under the water,
he’s grabbed and pushed to the bottom of the pool. He trashes
about furiously, but it’s no use.
41.
Danny stands up. There’s no sign of Fran emerging from the

pool.
DANNY
He’s taking his time.
He takes a swig of beer and spits it out. It’s warm.
DANNY (CONT’D)
I’ll go and get them.
He heads towards the slide.
From an underwater POV, we see:
Fran trashing around, his arms being pinned to the bottom of

the pool.
His eyes close, he’s starting to fade. We see a figure

approaching. The person pinning Fran to the bottom of the
pool leaves.
Fran emerges from under the water coughing and spluttering.
He clambers to the edge of the plunge pool and coughs water

up all over Danny’s feet.
DANNY
Jesus! What are you doing?
Fran pulls himself onto the ground and lies back, gasping for
breath. That was close.
EXT. WATER PARK - LATER
Fran stands shivering next to Danny. They are talking to a

LIFEGUARD.
ATTENDANT
And this man, what did he look
like?
FRAN
Like a man, ye know, with shorts
on.
42.
The attendant writes this down.
ATTENDANT
A man wearing shorts.
(sarcastically)
Very helpful.
FRAN
I was under the water. How the fuck
could I see who it was, ye fuck.
ATTENDANT
(indignant)
A what? A fuck? I can have you
ejected!
Danny quickly leads Fran away, who’s shouting back over his
shoulder.
FRAN
There’s only 20 minutes left ye
yellow pack cunt!
Danny leads Fran back to Ray and the two girls who are
looking on appalled.
INT. TAXI - LATER
Ray sits in the front seat, lost in his thoughts. Fran, in

the back seat beside Danny is also pensive. Danny stares out
the window.
The lads sit on the couch, deflated. Ray is sunburnt, and has
covered himself in aftersun cream.
FRAN
I’m beginning to get sick of this
place.
RAY
A week was too long. Three nights,
I told ye! We’d be going home
tomorrow.
DANNY
No, we wouldn’t because John is in
the hospital.
Danny takes out a lump of hash.

43.
DANNY (CONT’D)
I’ve got something to take our
minds off John boy. And Fran’s near
death experience.
RAY
Come on Danny! We need clear heads
here. No! No! I’m not going to get
sucked into some mad skag session.
Besides, I promised Melissa I’d
ring.
EXT. APARTMENT. BALCONY - LATER
Ray sits staring at the night sky, stoned out of his mind,
his face white from a thick layer of after sun cream.
Danny lies beside him. He’s covered in aftersun cream as

well.
Beside Danny sits Fran. He’s very slowly rubbing the aftersun
onto his face.
FRAN
This feels like heaven.
DANNY
So cool and fresh.
RAY
We should put it in the freezer.
Make it even colder.
DANNY
That’s an incredible idea.
FRAN
You’re a genius Ray.
Ray sits back, pleased with himself. Then his phone rings:
Melissa.
RAY
Fuck! Lisa!
FRAN
Oh fuck!
DANNY
Just don’t answer it.
44.
RAY
I have to. We have an agreement. If
I don’t answer the first time, she
can keep ringing until I do.
DANNY
(disgusted)
What?
RAY
I once woke up after a session to
205 missed calls and 90 text
messages. Oh and 235 What’s App
messages.
FRAN
Jesus.
RAY
Why do you think I use this phone?
DANNY
Psycho fuckin’ bitch.
FRAN
Hey! That’s his wife!
DANNY
Not yet!
Ray cracks and answers the phone.
RAY
(to phone)
Hey sweetfreak, sweet cheeks...you
know facial cheeks. Not the other
cheeks...
Fran and Danny start to laugh.
RAY (CONT’D)
(to phone)
No, no, no drinking today. We went
to the park. The water park. Ye
know, slides and water.
Fran and Danny are now laughing uncontrollably.
RAY (CONT’D)
(to phone)
No, just Danny and Fran. John? He’s
asleep at the minute. Yeh. OK.
A beat while Ray gets given out to.

45.
RAY (CONT’D)
(to phone)
No, just probably head to bed with
the lads. Not with the lads. We
have separate rooms.
Ray checks the time on his phone: 7.06pm. Shit.
RAY (CONT’D)
Not yet of course. Later. After
food. Maybe Spanish food. No, I’m
fine. Just tired. Hungry. From the
park. Water park.
Fran and Danny are now collapsed in tears at Ray’s stoned

incompetence.
Ray starts laughing too.
RAY (CONT’D)
(to phone)
No, not at you, or with you, just
something funny here on the
balcony. No baby, please, no now,
come on...
Ray gets more and more confused. Fran types a message on his
phone and shows it to Ray.
RAY (CONT’D)
(to phone)
Hello? What? The signal... You’re
breaking up.... What? Baby?
Ray hangs up and turns off the phone.
RAY (CONT’D)
Oh fuck.
FRAN
Relax! She’s a bully. Textbook. She
hates men.
RAY
Oh come on!
DANNY
You need to man up and call off the
wedding. You think she’s going to
get more easygoing as she gets
older?
Ray looks conflicted. Danny has a point. The doorbell RINGS.

Ray and Fran jump back in shock.
46.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Relax! Organised some room service,
didn’t I.
Danny opens the door to reveal:
Luisa, Patricia and their friend CARLA. They are carrying

bags of booze and have a mini-speaker pumping out dance
music.
Party time: House music blasts out of the speaker as the six
of them sit around the living room.
Fran sits on the couch talking to Carla. Ray is on a chair,

talking to Luisa while Danny is doing is doing press ups,
fairly wired.
DANNY
I’m telling yis, I just need a
program. Saw it on Esquire -
fucking’ 6 week transformation.
Danny rolls over on his front and starts doing half-arsed

crunches.
DANNY (CONT’D)
I’ll have the body of a young John
Cena.
Everyone starts laughing. Danny shrugs and takes a swig of

whiskey.
Ray is deep in conversation with Luisa.
RAY
I mean it’s a big step isn’t it?
LUISA
If she’s right for you, then it’s
not.
RAY
She’s great, I mean, almost always.
Nothing’s perfect. I mean, we can’t
be happy all the time.
47.
LUISA
At the start, you should at least
try to be happy all the time.
RAY
All the time? That seems
unrealistic.
LUISA
Love is never realistic Ray. That’s
why it’s love.
As Ray processes this, Fran arrives with a tray of shots.
Cheers all round. Shots get drunk. More cheers. More shots.
The music is turned up.
Just as the party is getting started, everything goes black:

a power cut.
INT. APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Shadows move about. Ray opens the blinds to let in the

moonlight. The lights in the rest of the complex are out, but
the streetlights and other buildings are unaffected.
LUISA
This is fun!
Ray goes out onto the balcony. Fran follows him. In the
apartment, Danny has put a sheet over his head and is running
around, wasted, pretending to be a ghost.
FRAN
How come it’s just this apartment?
RAY
Don’t be paranoid. It’ll be back on
in a minute.
FRAN
Fuck that. Too much weird shit is
happening.
Fran heads back into the:
Luisa, Carla and Danny drunkenly chase each other around the
room.
48.
FRAN
We’re leaving. Vamos, let’s go.
The hilarity stops.
One of the girls goes up to Fran and playfully hugs him.
CARLA
Oh, the big man is afraid of the
dark.
Fran pushes her away, a bit too hard.
FRAN
You don’t know what you are fucking
talking about!
The girls look at each other. Time to go.
The three lads sit on the couch in the still dark apartment.
DANNY
Well done, Romeo. You might not
want to get laid over here, but I
fucking do!
FRAN
Well maybe if you stopped fucking
thinking with your dick, we
wouldn’t be in this mess!
DANNY
What’s that supposed to mean?
RAY
Lads!
FRAN
You wanted to go clubbing. You
wanted to fucking snort and neck
every substance known to man. You’d
fuck a cracked plate if you had the
chance.
Danny stands up, pissed off.
DANNY
You better take that back ye Vin
Diesel cunt. I’ll...
49.
Fran jumps up and GRABS Danny in a headlock. They fall to the

floor, thrashing around.
Ray jumps up, starts trying to separate them. In the melee,

he gets ELBOWED in the face, falls back and CRASHES into the
coffee table.
Everyone stops.
EXT. BALCONY - LATER
Fran and Danny sit on the balcony, sipping beer. Beside them
sits, Ray, sporting a fresh black eye. He has a towel wrapped
around his head to stop the bleeding.
No one is talking.
The lads are all asleep in their separate rooms. The

electricity is still out.
The electricity comes back on: all the lights turn on, as
does the speakers. Loud music BLASTS through the apartment.
Ray awakes with a jolt.
Fran jumps out of bed, ready for a fight.
Danny sleeps right through it.
Ray walks tentatively into the living room. Fran emerges from
his room with the metal pole from the towel rack as a
makeshift weapon.
Ray turns off the music and the lights. He turns around and
sees Fran, in his boxers, holding the metal bar.
RAY
Jesus! Fuck’ sake!
FRAN
Fuck!
Fran and Ray sit on the couch, both nervous.

50.
FRAN
Something happened at that water
park. We need to get the fuck out
of here.
RAY
Look, tomorrow John will be up. We
get him out of the hospital and we
get the evening flight back. This
time tomorrow we’ll be in Dublin.
FRAN
You’re right. You’re right. It’s
just place, it’s giving me the
creeps.
Ray stands up.
RAY
I’ll make a cup of tea. In a few
hours, we get John out. It’s all
going to work out fine.
Fran looks a bit calmer after the chat. Everything’s going to

be OK.
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
Ray, Fran and Danny stand staring at the doctor in disbelief.
DOCTOR
I’m sorry. The poison proved too
much for his immune system.
RAY
(to doctor)
I thought... I thought you said..
DANNY
(to doctor)
You fucking said he would be fine.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Fucking two-bit Third World shite!
Fran holds Danny back.
RAY
(to doctor)
Can we see him?
DOCTOR
His body has gone to the morgue.
You can go there.
51.
The doctor sees Juan, the police man outside the room.
DOCTOR (CONT’D)
But I think he wants to talk to
you.
The lads look through the glass and see Juan.
EXT. HOSPITAL - CONTINUOUS
Frank sits in a car outside the hospital. He’s listening to a

police radio scanner. He hears the news of John’s death.
He smiles, turns off the scanner and drives away.
INT. HOSPITAL - LATER
Ray, Danny and Fran sit at a small table, Juan sitting across
from them.
JUAN
I know you are sad. John was your
friend. But you cannot leave the
island until we have finished our
investigation.
FRAN
You said whoever did this has
already gone. So why do we have to
stay?
JUAN
We can’t rule anything out. Someone
with access to that poison - we can
assume is a very dangerous man.
The lads shift uncomfortably in their seats.
DANNY
But he’s gone right? Got the wrong
guy you said. Fucked off back to
Russia or Iraq or whatever?
JUAN
We can’t speculate. For now, go
back to your apartment. Try to get
some rest. I’ll drop by tomorrow -
we will talk to you individually at
the station.
Juan gets up and leaves. The lads look crestfallen.

52.
RAY
What about John’s parents?
JUAN
I can call them. But maybe it’s
better if you do, no?
Ray nods.
Danny and Fran sit on the couch, looking grim.
Ray is on the phone to John’s mother.
RAY
I know, I know. I’m so sorry. We
didn’t want to worry you. They told
us he would be fine... I know... I
don’t think that’s a good idea. I
don’t know if it’s safe...
Ray wanders into the kitchen out of ear shot.
Danny looks at Fran.
DANNY
We need to get this fucker. If he’s
still here, we find him, fuck him
up.
FRAN
He’s probably gone, and anyways,
you want to fuck with this guy? He
got the wrong guy. Fuck! I just
want to go. They can’t fucking keep
us on the island!
Danny takes out a lump of weed.
DANNY
Well, while we’re still here, we
might as well try and relax.
Ray comes in from the kitchen.
RAY
Well that was shit.
He clocks the weed.
RAY (CONT’D)
Bring it on.
53.
The lads are lying on the floor in various states of

disintegration.
DANNY
Remember when he shat himself after
he climbed that tree?
Danny and Ray start laughing.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Fuckin’ shit hanging out of him. A
big curler landed on Joe Meehan’s
head. Looked like he was wearing a
fuckin’ beret. Fuckin’ pepe le peu.
Ray and Fran are in hysterics.
FRAN
Jesus, stop... Fuckin’ stomach is
in bits.
A brief lull as the lads calm down.
RAY
24 years of age. Bastard! I wonder
where the prick that did it is now.
FRAN
Thousands of miles away now, I
reckon.
A long, stoned beat.
DANNY
Or not.
An even longer, paranoid beat.
Ray looks out the window. From his wasted POV, the clouds
look weird. He clambers to his feet and closes the curtains.
FRAN
Come on! He’s not outside.
DANNY
You know that for a fact?
FRAN
He got the wrong person!
RAY
Yeh, maybe he was after one of us.
54.
The lads exchange glances. The eerie silence is punctuated by

a loud SCREECHING noise. All three start screaming and
shouting. The noise repeats itself. It’s a chair being
dragged along the floor above them.
Dawn. The apartment is quiet. A knock on the door. Another

knock. No answer. The key turns and in comes the apartment
manager and Juan.
Juan looks into the first bedroom: empty. He goes to the

second bedroom: also empty.
He looks at the apartment manager.
APARTMENT MANAGER
(in Spanish)
They never left, I swear.
Juan looks skeptical at this. He opens the door to the third

bedroom.
INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Ray, Fran and Danny are fast asleep, hugging each other on
the same bed.
The apartment manager looks at Juan knowingly.
Ray groggily wakes up with a jolt. He sees Juan.
RAY
What the fuck!
Fran wakes up and emits a high-pitched scream. Danny wakes

up, sees the apartment manager and makes a run for him.
DANNY
Not today motherfucker!
He CRASHES into the apartment manager and they both go

sprawling on the floor.
Juan drags them apart.
JUAN
Calm down! You didn’t answer the
door. Please, calm down.
Danny and the manager stand up, eyeing each other

suspiciously.
55.
INT. POLICE STATION. INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
Seen through the viewfinder of a video camera, we see the

three lads looking directly at the screen.
JUAN (O.S.)
State your name and occupation.
RAY
(nervously)
I’m a student, business studies,
UCD.
A beat while Ray stares at the screen.
RAY (CONT’D)
Oh right, my name. Ray. Ray Walsh.
CUT TO:
INT. POLICE STATION. INTERROGATION ROOM - LATER
FRAN
Fran Byrne. Influencer. Model.
Fitness instructor. Entrepreneur.
Public speaker.
CUT TO:
DANNY
I don’t have to tell you fuckers
anything. I want a lawyer.
Danny puts his hands over his face and starts whistling the
theme tune from the A-Team.
Juan and his colleague PEDRO (30s) give each other a look.
JUAN
Tell me about John. What type of
person was he?
RAY
He was a great man. A leader. Heart
of gold. Strong. Good with money.
CUT TO:
56.
FRAN
...and the fella had this big
curler hanging off his head.
Fucking gas so it was. That was
John all over..
Danny still has his hands over his face. He is now whistling
the them tune from Maniac 2000.
JUAN
Tell me about the man you saw on
the plane. What did he look like?
RAY
Tall, maybe 6.1 or so. Brown hair,
well dressed. He had burn marks on
his neck.
PEDRO
Burn marks?
RAY
Yeh just above the collar. I don’t
know how far down they went.
FRAN
I’m telling ye, a giant. He had me
under the water. Never known
strength like it. Did I tell you I
do cage fighting?
Fran peers at Pedro’s notepad.
FRAN (CONT’D)
Put that down. Cage fighter.
57.
Fran is curled up in the fetal position on the floor, hands

still over his face.
FRAN
Laywer por favor. Lawyer. Lawyer.
Lawyer. Lawyer....
INT. POLICE STATION. CORRIDOR - LATER
Pedro and Juan get a cup of coffee from the machine.
PEDRO
Fucking Irish.
JUAN
We need to find the man with the
scars.
PEDRO
What are you thinking?
JUAN
Could be a case of mistaken
identity. But why go after the
friend at the water park.
PEDRO
If that was him.
JUAN
Can we take the risk?
Ray, Fran and Danny sit at one side of the desk, Juan and
Pablo at the other.
JUAN
Given what has happened, we are
going to move you to a safe house.
RAY
A safe house?
DANNY
Fuck that! Call the embassy, I want
to go home.
58.
FRAN
You can’t keep us here against our
will!
PEDRO
We can do whatever we want! You are
not in Ireland now.
Juan puts his hand on Pedro’s arm: calm down.
JUAN
It’s just for a few days. Then you
can go home. You want to catch the
man who did this to your friend?
Nods all around.
JUAN (CONT’D)
Well, this is how we do it. If you
leave now, he will never be caught.
We need you to identify him.
A detective, FRANCO (50s, burly) enters the room with a set

of keys.
JUAN (CONT’D)
Franco here will take you back to
your apartment. Pack up and go with
him to the safe house.
Resigned shrugs from the lads.
INT. POLICE CAR - LATER
The three lads sit in the back seat, lost in their own
thoughts. Fran looks out the window and sees:
EXT. POLICE CAR - CONTINUOUS
A group of lads on a stag parading down the street, carrying

inflatable dolls.
INT. POLICE CAR - CONTINUOUS
Fran looks at the scene wistfully. His holiday is over.
Franco stands at the entrance to the apartment, looking at

his watch.
59.
FRANCO
Ten minutes.
The lads go to their separate rooms and start to pack.
INT. BEDROOM - LATER
Danny is packing his things. He finds a lump of dope and

sticks it in his wash bag. He takes two bottles of vodka from
the bedside table and puts them in his suitcase.
The lads file out under Franco’s watchful eye. There’s a tell
take clinking sound from the bottles of vodka.
FRANCO
Stop.
The three lads stop.
FRANCO (CONT’D)
What’s that noise?
The lads shrug, keep walking. More clinking.
Franco closes the door.
PEDRO
No alcohol allowed at the safe
house. So you either hand over the
drink now, or I will search your
bags.
Fran and Ray look at Danny. So does Pedro.
DANNY
Why do I always get the blame?
A beat. Danny caves and opens the bag, hands the two bottles
to Franco.
DANNY (CONT’D)
I want those back!
INT. SAFE HOUSE - LATER
A grim flat on the outskirts of town. Bare walls, tatty

furniture, strip lighting.
60.
Danny and Ray look disgusted as they enter. Franco holds the
door open, a trace of a smile on his face.
FRAN
Is there a blender?
FRANCO
A what?
FRAN
A blender? Also, I’m going to need
whey powder.
FRANCO
This is not a hotel.
DANNY
No fucking shit.
Franco goes to leave.
FRANCO
There’ll be a man outside watching
the place. You don’t leave here.
Juan will be around in the morning.
RAY
What about food?
FRANCO
There’s some in the fridge.
Franco leaves, slams the door.
The fridge door opens to reveal:
- Some nasty looking slices of cheese
- A few thin slices of ham
- Some dodgy looking bread
- Soy milk
We see Danny’s face, looking in the fridge in disgust.
DANNY
Fuck this!
61.
The three lads sit on the couch eating their meagre

sandwiches.
FRAN
I can’t survive on this. I’ll lose
muscle mass.
DANNY
Eat that steroid powder shite
you’re always horsing down.
FRAN
That’s protein powder, and I need
to take it with water.
RAY
They could at least have left some
bottles of water.
Danny tosses his plate down in disgust.
DANNY
They can’t stop us from getting
water. That’s fuckin’ UN shit.
Ray and Fran look blankly at Danny.
DANNY (CONT’D)
Fuckin’ UNICEF or whatever. Page 1:
Everyone needs access to water.
RAY
UNICEF is to protect children, not
overgrown sex-addicted babies.
DANNY
I haven’t got laid in days! How is
that sex addiction.
FRAN
Michael Douglas over here.
DANNY
The point is, we can’t survive
without water. And I am not
drinking that soy milk.
Danny goes to the window.
DANNY (CONT’D)
I can see a shop from here! I’ll be
over and back in 5 minutes.
62.
RAY
No! We aren’t supposed to go
outside.
DANNY
That’s all bollox. You know the
pigs - pen pushers the lot of them.
I’ll get some water, crisps,
smokes. Magnums.
FRAN
Oooh. Get the mint ones.
Danny looks at Ray: see?
RAY
Fine, fine, Jesus. Just be careful.
Danny playfully kisses Ray on the forehead.
DANNY
Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll be back
before you know it.
Ray pushes Danny off. Danny heads for the door, cackling.
EXT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT
The front door of the apartment opens, Danny’s head sticks

out. He looks around and heads out.
EXT. STREET - LATER
Danny walks down the street towards the shop. He takes out
his phone. He opens Snapchat and takes a selfie. He adds the
hashtags: thegreatescape/interpol/ontherun
He posts the snap, puts his phone in his pocket and walks
down the hill towards the shop.
EXT. BALCONY - LATER
Frank sits on his balcony, smoking a cigar. His phone buzzes.

It’s Danny’s Snapchat update. He opens Snapchat and clicks
through to Danny’s post.
He zooms in on the photo. There’s a road sign in the

background. Bingo.
63.
EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE - LATER
Danny emerges from the shop with a plastic bag full of

supplies. He walks back towards the safe house.
Someone is watching him.
Danny, oblivious keeps walking towards the apartment. He’s

close to the apartment complex when he stops and takes out a
cigarette.
EXT. SAFE HOUSE - LATER
Danny takes a long drag of the cigarette. He looks around at

the deserted streets.
DANNY
(in a low voice)
Fucking not afraid of you pal.
(louder)
Do ye hear me?
(roaring)
Come on ye bollix!
INT. SAFE HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Ray and Fran hear the roaring from outside.
RAY
What’s that?
Fran runs to the window and peers out. We see what he sees:
Fran, his arms outstretched, shouting into the darkness.
FRAN
Fuckin’ thick.
Fran opens the window and shouts at Danny.
FRAN (CONT’D)
What the fuck are you doing? Get
the fuck back here!
DANNY
There’s no one here! It’s all a
load of shite!
64.
EXT. SAFE HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Someone is watching this exchange from a few hundred yards

away. It’s Frank. He sees Danny head back inside the
apartment complex.
Danny locks the gate and enters the:
EXT/INT. SAFE HOUSE. RECEPTION - LATER
From behind gate, Frank can see the lift. It goes up to floor
4 and stops.
INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT
Juan is at his desk, trying to figure out who the mysterious

man stalking the stag party is.
We see him searching the Interpol database. He types in:
“stag party murders”
A number of results pop up. Juan scrolls down. We see

headlines like:
“Nicosia, Cyprus. Two fatalities. Suspect not apprehended.”
“Marbella, Spain. One fatality. Suspect not apprehended.”
“Ios, Greece. Three fatalities. Suspect not apprehended.”
Juan clicks on the last result. He reads the report. There is

a drawing of the suspect at the end of the report. He has
burn marks on his neck.
The description says: “Late forties. 6.1/6.2, brown hair.

Visible burn marks on neck and right hand.”
Juan picks up his phone and dials a number. It’s the same
guy.
Ray and Fran gorge on Magnum ice creams, bottles of coke and
crisps. Danny stands in front of them.
DANNY
Not fuckin’ pissed off now, are
yis?
65.
FRAN
(in the middle of
mouthfuls)
You’re lucky they had mint. If that
fella is out there!
DANNY
No one is out there! Anyways,
there’s fucking three of us. What’s
he going to do?
RAY
And you locked the entrance gate
behind you?
DANNY
Yes! Jesus, for the millionth
fucking time. It’s Fort Knox here.
And anyways, how would he know
where we are?
Fran and Ray look somewhat placated. Danny takes out a lump
of weed. Ray shakes his head.
DANNY (CONT’D)
What?! I need it to sleep. It’s not
my fault I have a disability.
FRAN
Just one?
Danny laughs and starts skinning up.
FRAN (CONT’D)
Fuck it.
INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT
Juan is standing by a white board in his office, talking a

mile a minute. Pedro sips a coffee, watching with interest.
JUAN
Do you see the pattern? He targets
these men - always men - on the
plane. Every one that was killed
was on a stag party.
PEDRO
But why?
JUAN
I don’t know. He could be a
traditional serial killer.
(MORE)
66.
JUAN (CONT'D)
He establishes a pattern of
behaviour and never deviates from
it.
PEDRO
So he targets the Irish. He kills
one. Now what? He stays here
indefinitely? He gives up?
Juan hands Pedro a print out of one of the Interpol police

reports.
JUAN
Marbella. Two years ago. The victim
was 22, Irish too. Strangled with
an oxygen mask.
PEDRO
An oxygen mask?
JUAN
From an airplane.
PEDRO
Why?
Juan sits down, deflated.
JUAN
I don’t know yet.
PEDRO
Well we have the drawings. We need
to get these to every station on
the island.
JUAN
Way ahead of you. I’m going to the
safe house. Want to show these to
the boys, see if it’s the same man
that was on their plane.
PEDRO
Let’s hope they can remember.
JUAN
You’re too hard on them. I think
this whole experience is maturing
them.
Juan heads off. Pedro looks doubtful.

67.
INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT
The three lads sit on the bed, wasted.
The apartment phone RINGS. The lads nearly shit themselves.
FRAN
Fuck!
DANNY
Plug it out!
RAY
I’m not touching it!
Fran picks the phone up, slams it down and takes it off the
hook.
RAY (CONT’D)
Who do you reckon that was?
DANNY
The fella?!
FRAN
He’s not going to ring, is he?
RAY
Maybe it was Juan. Maybe they found
the bloke.
Danny walks over and locks the bedroom door.
Ray walks over to the window.
FRAN
Get away from there!
RAY
Jesus!
FRAN
If he’s out there watching the
place, we don’t want to let him
know what room we’re in!
DANNY
You think he’s watching the place?
The three lads huddle together on the bed, properly shitting

themselves.
68.
EXT. SAFE HOUSE. RECEPTION - LATER
Pedro is ringing the safe house number. It’s engaged. He

shakes his head and walks into the reception area.
INT. SAFE HOUSE. BEDROOM - LATER
The lads are asleep on the bed, the light still on. A noise.
Ray opens his eyes. He shakes Fran.
RAY
Fuck! Fuck! Lads!
FRAN
What?!
RAY
Listen!
The noise gets louder. Sounds like a scratching noise. Then

they hear a door closing.
FRAN
Fuck!
Fran jumps off the bed and runs into the bathroom and locks
the door.
RAY
Cunt!
Danny is awake now too.
DANNY
What’s happening?
RAY
Listen!
Footsteps approach the door.
Danny attempts to hide under the bed. Ray is frozen in place,

staring at the door.
A beat. Silence. Maybe it’s nothing. Then: BANG BANG BANG!
Someone knocking on the door.
JUAN (O.S.)
Guys? Guys?
69.
Ray breathes a sigh of relief - it’s Juan. He opens the door,

holding empty crisp packets.
INT. BEDROOM - LATER
Juan has the photo-fit drawing of Frank held out in front of

him.
FRAN
That’s him!
RAY
Those scars are the same.
DANNY
He had more of a tan though.
Ray and Fran look at Danny like he’s an idiot.
Juan takes the drawing back.
JUAN
We believe this man is responsible
for a number of deaths across
resorts in southern Europe.
FRAN
A serial killer?!
DANNY
Like Marilyn Manson?
Ray and Juan look at Danny like he’s an idiot.
RAY
Why us?
DANNY
Jealous of our vibes.
JUAN
We are not sure why he picks his
victims. Maybe he chooses them on
the plane, maybe it’s random, maybe
there’s an interaction and he makes
a decision.
Pedro leans in - this is important.
JUAN (CONT’D)
Did you have any dealings with this
man on the plane?
70.
Ray and Fran look at Danny.
DANNY
What?
JUAN
What happened?
RAY
Danny told him he could have a
drink.
JUAN
A drink?
RAY
He had some whiskey. This guy was
sitting beside John. Danny...
DANNY
It was an accident! Jesus! I threw
the bottle cap at John and it hit
your man by accident.
Fran shakes his head.
DANNY (CONT’D)
I told him he could have a drink,
ye know, to say sorry.
RAY
He drank the rest of the bottle.
And then...
Ray seems reluctant to go on.
JUAN
You do know how important even the
smallest detail is?
RAY
The first night we were out. He
came over, wanted to have a drink
or something.
JUAN
What did you say?
DANNY
We weren’t rude!
Juan looks doubtful.

71.
JUAN
And what happened?
RAY
Nothing. He walked off. Had a go at
John and walked off. We haven’t
seen him since.
Juan thinks about this.
JUAN
Listen to me. You need to stay
here. No more trips outside. For
any reason! There will be men
posted outside from tomorrow. You
won’t see them, but they will be
there. If anyone of you goes
outside without my permission, you
will all be transferred to the
jail. And believe me, it’s a lot
more comfortable here.
DANNY
What about this fella? When are you
going to catch him?
JUAN
We know what he looks like now.
Don’t worry, we will get him. Soon.
Pedro leaves the safe house. He’s on the phone. He walks over
to his car and drives off.
Someone is watching this scene: Frank. He writes down the

make and registration number of Pedro’s car.
Frank is walking around the apartment block. He is taking

photos.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Ray’s fiance, Lisa is on the phone to Ray. She’s at the

kitchen table, a cup of tea and a gossip magazine in front of
her.
72.
LISA
(to phone)
Jesus Ray! You said a few days!
What’s going on?
A beat while Ray talks.
LISA (CONT’D)
(to phone)
And what about how I feel? Does
that not matter?! I’m sick of this
Ray!
LISA (CONT’D)
(to phone)
Yeh, and it’s terrible, but you
should be home, it’s not safe. We
have a wedding to plan.
LISA (CONT’D)
(to phone)
I’m being selfish?!! How dare you
Ray Foley!
Lisa hangs up, fuming.
Ray is still on the phone.
RAY
(to phone)
Lisa? Lisa? Hello?
He sighs and hangs up.
Fran walks in, chirpy.
FRAN
How did that go?
Ray looks at Fran: don’t even ask.
Danny strolls in, baseball cap on, tracksuit top zipped up,
his face barely visible.
FRAN (CONT’D)
What the fuck are you dressed as?
73.
DANNY
Right? Yis wouldn’t know it was me?
The fucking perfect disguise.
RAY
Disguise for what...wait a minute,
you’re not leaving! He said!
DANNY
Oooh, he said, he said. Fuck him.
They keeping us here with no
fucking decent food, no timeframe.
Not even fuckin’ Netflix! Tomorrow,
there’ll be coppers outside, so
tonight, I’m getting some booze.
RAY
And it’s worth getting killed for a
few cans is it?
DANNY
Don’t be so dramatic. The shop’s
only two minutes away. Besides, I
could be anyone.
FRAN
Do they have Stella down there?
DANNY
Stella, Amstel, Tuborg, fuckin’
everything. Amstel’s only 50 cent a
can.
FRAN
50 cent?!
RAY
That is very cheap.
Danny makes for the door.
DANNY
My treat lads. A big rake of cans.
Fuck it.
Danny leaves.
INT. HOUSE - NIGHT
Pedro is at home. His WIFE is in the kitchen cooking dinner.

A small CHILD runs around.
Pedro is looking through case files on the computer.

74.
Juan searches the database for plane crashes where there was
only one survivor. He finds a few.
He searches through the files - a child who survived forty

years ago. An Irishman. The child suffered ‘severe burns’ but
lived.
He searches Interpol files. Finds out this man was questioned

two years ago about the deaths of two Irish tourists who died
in Majorca.
Is still wanted for questioning in Portugal over the

disappearance of another Irish tourist.
Pedro runs into the:
INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
His wife is cooking dinner.
PEDRO
I have to go.
Pedro runs out. His wife looks worried.
INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT
Ray and Fran sit on the couch, worried.
RAY
What time do you have?
FRAN
Add ten minutes to the last time
you asked.
RAY
He should be back by now.
FRAN
He’s probably gone for a pint or
something, you know Danny, he
doesn’t like being hemmed in.
RAY
We should call Pedro.
FRAN
Are ye mad?! Do you like the inside
of a prison cell? Because, I
fuckin’ don’t.
75.
RAY
Alright, alright.
Ray stands up, paces around, nervous.
RAY (CONT’D)
Maybe I should call Lisa.
FRAN
Aren’t you in enough of a state.
Look, Danny is probably having a
pint somewhere, being a selfish
prick. No more, no less.
INT. VAN - NIGHT
Danny is tied up in a van, a gag in his mouth. He’s been

stripped down to his boxers. There’s a look of horror on his
face.
INT. CAR - NIGHT
Pedro speeds through town, Juan in the front seat beside him.
Juan’s on the phone.
JUAN
(to phone)
Yes! Now! Four men at the safe
house.
A beat while the caller talks.
PEDRO
(to phone)
We are on our way.
Pedro and Juan run into the apartment.
Juan and Pedro open the door, Fran and Ray are sitting on the
couch, scrolling through their phones.
JUAN
Where’s the other one?
76.
PEDRO
Danny! Where’s Danny?
Ray and Fran look guilty.
RAY
He left. Said he wanted to get some
beer.
PEDRO
You didn’t stop him?
RAY
He was only going to the shop!
JUAN
How long ago?
RAY
Nearly an hour.
Pedro and Juan look at each other: this is bad.
PEDRO
Stay here. I fucking mean it!
Whatever happens, don’t leave this
room. There are police on the way.
Juan walks over to Fran and Ray, who both look shell shocked.
JUAN
If you leave, they will shoot you.
Pedro and Juan leave in a hurry.
EXT. SAFE HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Pedro and Juan run out of the apartment.
PEDRO
Take the car. Go to Calle Norte and
come back. I’m going to check the
shop.
Juan runs to the car and it speeds off. Pedro jogs down the
street towards the convenience store.
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - LATER
Pedro is showing a photo of Dannny to the SHOPKEEPER.

77.
PEDRO
When did you see him?
SHOPKEEPER
Not long ago. He bought a lot of
beer.
PEDRO
Did anyone else come in?
SHOPKEEPER
One old couple. It’s quiet tonight.
Pedro thanks the man and leaves.
EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE - CONTINUOUS
Pedro runs back up the hill towards the safe house. We two
police cars arriving outside the safe house.
EXT. CAR PARK - LATER
A white van is parked in a deserted car park. There’s a low

noise coming from the van, it sounds like whimpering.
Then, a muffled THUD from inside the van. The whimpering

stops.
Ray and Fran eat sandwiches. An ARMED COP sits in the corner,
watching television.
The armed cop’s phone rings. He talks and hangs up.
FRAN
Did they find him?
The cop shakes his head, goes back to the TV. Fran and Ray
look worried.
EXT. CAR PARK - DAY
Dawn. A figure tied to a lamp post, an inflatable sex doll

tied to his back.
We move in closer and we see its Fran. His throat has been
cut and there’s dried blood all over him. Empty beer cans are
tied to pieces of string which are wrapped around his ankles.
78.
There’s a sheet of paper stapled to his chest. It reads:

‘Lads on Tour.’
INT. MORGUE - DAY
Ray pulls back the sheet and sees Danny’s face. He nods at
Pedro. Pedro nods at the coroner and Ray and Pedro walk into:
INT. MORGUE. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
Fran is in the corner, his head in his hands. Ray taps him on
the shoulder and they leave.
INT. POLICE STATION - DAY
Pedro sits behind his desk. Fran has been crying. Ray looks
numb.
Pedro slides two plane tickets across the desk.
PEDRO
The flights leave tomorrow morning.
I think its best you leave the
island.
FRAN
You think? Fucking hell, why didn’t
we leave after John was killed? You
fucking used us as bait.
RAY
Fran, come on. There’s no point-
FRAN
No point! John’s dead. Danny’s
dead. And now we get tickets back!
This fucking two-bit bullshit,
cocksucker...
Pedro doesn’t attempt to argue.
PEDRO
I’m sorry about your friends. We
have every available man on this.
The killer left a lot of DNA at the
scene. We know what he looks like.
He won’t escape this time.
79.
Fran and Ray sit in the back seat as they are driven back to
the safe house, two plain clothes COPS in the front seats.
Fran has his head in his hands. Ray looks out the window and
we see what he sees:
A group of LADS cheering as they wander up the street, beer

in hand. They don’t have a care in the world. Ray looks at
the scene wistfully and closes his eyes.
EXT. BALCONY
Frank scrolls through his phone. He stops at Danny’s

Instagram feed. He sees the photos Danny posted over the past
few days:
- A picture of the lads drinking cans at the beach at dawn
- Fran posing at the water park
- Ray and Fran stoned on the balcony, after sun cream all
over their faces
- A selfie of Danny outside the safe house on his way to the

convenience store the night he was killed
Frank puts his phone away and walks back into his:
He walks over to his bed and the open suitcase on it. He

takes out his passport, plane tickets and a bundle of cash -
it looks like he’s leaving.
INT. SAFE HOUSE. BEDROOM - LATER
Fran is curled up in the fetal position, eyes open.
INT. SAFE HOUSE. LIVING ROOM - LATER
Ray is sitting on the couch, watching a Spanish game show on

TV. A PLAIN CLOTHES COP is sitting at the kitchen table
reading a newspaper.
Ray’s phone DINGS: a text from Lisa.
“I called you but no answer! Not good enough!”

80.
Ray deletes the text and turns off his phone, goes back to
watching the TV.
INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
An upscale restaurant. Frank sits at a table on his own.
A WAITER comes over with a bottle of wine.
WAITER
Sir? The Chateau Briand. 86.
FRANK
Very good.
The waiter pours the wine. Frank takes a sip, nods, it’s
good. The waiter fills his glass and leaves.
There’s a small suitcase beside his table. There is a plane

ticket on the table beside his mobile. He’s going to leave
after this meal.
He takes his phone and clicks through his photos: screenshots

of the lads over the past week:
- Ray, Danny and Fran at the pool.
- John, Ray and Fran on the plane.
- Fran flexing in the apartment.
- Ray drinking a pint in a bar.
Frank stares at the photos. He zooms in on Fran and then at

Ray. Unfinished business.
Frank’s table is empty. The wine glass is half full. There’s

a 50 euro note on the table. Frank has gone.
EXT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
Ray is knocking on the bathroom door.
RAY
Fran? You alright pal? You’ve been
there ages.
81.
FRAN
(muffled, through the
door)
Yeh. Fine.
Ray walks away.
INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS
Fran, fully clothed, lies in the bath, soaking wet. He’s

shaking, his eyes closed.
FRAN
(under his breath)
Used us as bait. Fucking bastards.
As fucking bait. Bait.
Fran opens his eyes. He’s got an idea.
FRAN (CONT’D)
Bait.
INT. AIRPORT - NIGHT
A boarding gate. A late PASSENGER runs for the gate. The

GROUND STAFF makes an announcement.
GROUND STAFF
Can Frank Leopold come to Gate 42?
Final call for Frank Leopold, Gate
42, Ryanair flight to Dublin.
INT. VAN - NIGHT
Frank drives the van. Loud music plays as he weaves in and

out of traffic.
EXT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT
Frank’s van drives slowly past the safe house. He notes two
PLAIN CLOTHES COPS who are sitting in an unmarked car across
the street as he drives past.
Ray is pacing around the living room. The ARMED GUARD stares
at him: it’s annoying.
82.
RAY
Alright, jesus!
Ray sits down. He immediately gets up and goes to the

bathroom door.
EXT. SAFE HOUSE. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS
Ray knocks on the door.
RAY
Fran, you alright bud? Come out,
and I’ll make you a sandwich. Yer
man got mustard and everything.
No response. Ray goes back into the:
INT. SAFE HOUSE. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Ray looks at the guard: we have a problem.
EXT. SAFE HOUSE. BATHROOM - LATER
The Guard KICKS the bathroom door in. The bathroom is empty.
The bathroom window is open and the flimsy mosquito net has
been ripped off.
Ray and the guard look at each other and run out.
INT. CAR - LATER
Pedro driving. His phone rings. He answers.
PEDRO
(to phone)
What?! How is that possible? Jesus
Christ! Watch the last one! I mean
it.
Pedro does a sudden u-turn and SCREECHES down the road back
towards the safe house.
Fran is huddled in some bushes. He is watching the safe

house. He sees two POLICE MEN run into the building.
83.
He looks over at the convenience store. It’s not that far. He

goes through his wallet: plenty of cash. He looks back at the
convenience store.
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - LATER
Frank browses, humming a tune, not a care in the world. He

picks up a packet of potato chips and starts examining the
label: too fatty.
He puts them down and grabs a packet of low fat chips. He

takes four cans of beer out of the fridge and heads towards
the cash register.
EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE - CONTINUOUS
Fran runs across the road and enters the:
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - CONTINUOUS
He looks around, as if transfixed by the choice.
Frank walks down an aisle, towards the register but he can’t

see Fran.
Fran starts walking towards the same aisle. Just then Frank
turns around: he’s forgotten something.
Fran walks to the top of the aisle, he sees Frank walking

away from him. He then turns around and goes to the next
aisle.
Frank turns around, just misses Fran.
Frank gets a bottle of water and walks back towards the

register.
In the background, we can hear police sirens.
Fran takes two large cans of beer and some water from the
fridge.
He walks towards the register. When he gets there Frank is

gone.
EXT. CAR PARK - LATER
Frank walks towards his van. There’s a police car parked

beside it and a UNIFORMED COP is looking in the window. He
takes out his walkie talkie and radios to the station.
84.
Frank turns around and walks away.
Pedro is standing over Ray, who’s sitting on the couch.
PEDRO
You think he’s gone to a bar, to
meet a girl?
RAY
No! He was acting weird, I told
you! This place, everything that’s
happened, can you blame him?
Pedro softens, changes tack.
PEDRO
Look, we just want to try and
protect him, and you. To do that we
need to find him and we can find
him easier with your help.
RAY
Tell me what to do! I’m ready to
help. Bring me with you - let’s
drive around, see if we can see
him.
Pedro looks at the armed guard: not a bad idea.
EXT. PARK - NIGHT
Fran is sitting on a bench in a park. He is drinking the beer

he bought and is on Instagram Stories. He films himself.
FRAN
Here I am motherfucker. Come and
get me!
He presses send and downs a can of beer.
EXT. STREET - LATER
Frank walks down a street. He hears police sirens, and steps

into a darkened doorway. A police car passes. Frank steps out
onto the street and keeps walking.
He gets a notification and takes out his phone: ‘New story

from Franheaddaball’.
85.
He opens Instagram and sees Fran’s Instagram story. He knows

the park. He turns around and starts walking quickly.
Ray is in the back seat of an unmarked police car, being

driven by Pedro. Juan is in the front seat.
JUAN
The second night, what restaurant
did you go to?
RAY
I think it was Max’s Place.
Juan and Pedro exchange glances.
RAY (CONT’D)
What?! It was cheap! Fuck sake.
JUAN
OK, ok. And after?
RAY
The same bar, then that club.
Ray gets an idea. He takes out his phone and turns it on: 16
missed calls from Lisa. 5 messages from Lisa. 1 new Instagram
story from Fran.
RAY (CONT’D)
Hold on! Wait! Do you know where
that is?
He gives the phone to Juan.
JUAN
Park Calle Norte!
Pedro floors it. Ray goes flying back in his seat.
INT. PARK - LATER
Fran is still on the park bench, downing the cans of beer. He

hears a CRUNCHING noise.
FRAN
That you? Come on ye cunt! Come on!
Fran stands up, starts roaring.

86.
FRAN (CONT’D)
No mercy for you ye fuck. You kill
my mates, ye fucking bastard.
Fran sits down, starts to cry.
FRAN (CONT’D)
(softly)
Fucking bastard.
Fran is being watched from across the park.
INT. CAR - LATER
Juan is driving as fast as he can, but the traffic is bad. He

sticks the siren on the roof and turns it on, but it makes
little difference.
Pedro gets a call.
PEDRO
(to phone)
OK. OK. We believe they are both in
Parque Calle Norte.
Pedro hangs up.
PEDRO (CONT’D)
They found his van. Blood
everywhere.
Juan looks at Pedro, nods toward Ray: shut up. Pedro gets the
message, turns to Ray.
PEDRO (CONT’D)
We’re going to get this asshole.
For your friends.
Ray nods.
INT. PARK - LATER
Frank is walking past the edge of the park, a putting wedge

in his hand.
Behind him we see a sign for ‘Sunny Days Krazy Golf!’
INT. PARK - LATER
Fran stands up, looks around him, paranoid. He takes long

gulps from his beer.
87.
He hears a noise. The sound of metal. He jumps, looks around,

can’t figure out where it’s coming from.
FRAN
Come one you prick! Show your face.
Let’s sort this out once and for
all.
More noises. Fran is starting to freak out.
INT. CAR - LATER
Pedro gets through the traffic and pulls up close to the

park. Ray peers out the window. We see what he sees: a figure
running full pelt, carrying a golf club over his head.
RAY
That’s him!
Before Juan or Pedro can react, Ray opens his door and runs
out.
PEDRO
Fuck1
INT. PARK - CONTINUOUS
Fran is squinting into the distance, unsure if he can see

someone moving towards him. Then he hears footsteps behind
him, he turns around to see Frank almost on top of him,
carrying a golf club.
Frank swings the club and hits Fran on the shoulder, narrowly
missing his head. Fran falls to the ground.
Frank is on top of him. He pushes the shaft of the club

against Fran’s neck. Fran tries to push it off, but Frank is
too strong.
Ray sees them fighting and runs towards them. He has no

weapon apart from his brick-like mobile phone which he takes
out.
Fran is nearly unconscious. Frank pushes the shaft against

his throat as hard as he can, a manic look in his eyes.
88.
Then, BANG, Frank is SMASHED against the side of the head by

Ray’s phone. Ray jumps on top of him and starts to batter him
with the phone.
Fran is lying beside them coughing and spluttering.
Frank manages to get on top of Ray and bring him to the

ground. He gets him in a rear naked choke hold. Ray tries to
escape but can’t.
In the distance we see Pedro and Juan running, guns out,

shouting at Frank to stop.
Ray is about to pass out: Frank is going to break his neck

and kill him.
Pedro and Juan are closer, but not close enough.
Then BANG, Frank collapses into a heap, blood pouring from

his head.
Ray and Juan stop running - they look shocked.
Through Ray’s POV we see:
- Blurry vision of Frank, his eyes still open, but looks

dead.
- Fran standing above Ray holding the golf club. Then Fran
collapses.
Everything goes black: Ray passes out.
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
Fran lies in a hospital bed, a drip attached to his arm. He’s

asleep. Ray sits beside him, looking banged up, but alive.
Pedro and Juan enter the room.
PEDRO
How are you?
RAY
Alive. That’s a start I suppose.
JUAN
And the hero of the hour?
RAY
They said he has to stay here for
while.
89.
PEDRO
But you are going home?
RAY
Lunchtime. Can’t wait.
Pedro hands Ray a file.
JUAN
He was getting away with this for
years. You and Fran, stopped him.
Pedro puts his hand on the back of Ray’s head.
PEDRO
You did good.
Ray looks like he’s going to start to cry.
RAY
Not good enough.
Pedro hands Ray an airline ticket.
PEDRO
They don’t have first class, but
it’s priority boarding.
Ray laughs.
JUAN
I’ll drop you to the airport.
RAY
What will you do with the body?
PEDRO
Cremate it. He had no immediate
family.
Ray looks at the ticket, looks at Fran. Shrugs. Time to go.
Ray walks through customs, hands his passport over the

counter, a blank look on his face.
Ray sits at a cafe, drinking a coffee. Around him, excited

children, loved up couples and families sit. Ray sits alone,
staring into space.
90.
EXT. PLANE - DAY
Ray sits at a window seat, staring straight ahead.
We see the seats around him are empty. His friends are dead.
The DING of the seat belt sign.
AIR HOSTESS (O.S.)

Ladies and gentlemen as we are now
about to begin our descent to
Dublin, please fasten your seat
belts and ensure your tray tables
are stowed in the upright position.
Ray fastens his seat belt. As he does, he looks at his

knuckles: they are red raw.
He looks at his engagement ring. He takes it off, takes out a

sick bag from the pocket in front of him and puts it in.
He leans back in his seat, sighs deeply and closes his eyes.
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Early morning. We can hear shouts and the sound of a child

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

FRAN (20s, muscular) is packing a bag. His girlfriend MELISSA

Fran ignores this and keeps packing.

Fran zips up his case and walks out of the room.

INT. HALL - DAY

Fran walks down the stairs.

INT. KITCHEN - DAY

JOHN (20s, nerdy) sits in a pristine kitchen, eating muesli.

She slides a container of vitamins across the table.

John sheepishly takes the container.

John ignores this, keeps eating. Anne reads a Tenerife

John looks at the time.

John’s bedraggled looking father, TERRY (50s) enters the

Terry shrugs and gets his keys.

Anne hugs John and looks him dead in the eye.

John looks at his mother strangely.

INT. CAR - DAY

Lisa looks at Ray lovingly.

A beat while Ray realises Lisa was being serious. He quickly

Ray says nothing to this, just pockets the sun screen. He

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

Piles of clothes on the ground. An empty bottle of vodka on

An alarm BUZZES. Danny wakes up with a jolt.

A beat while he awakes. Then a realization. He looks at his

He gets up and notices the girl beside him.

EXT. HOUSE - DAY

Danny looks hurt by this accusation.

He winds the window down.

INT. TAXI - DAY

Danny winds the window up.

EXT. TAXI - DAY

INT. TAXI - LATER

Danny is on his phone. He puts his head out the window,

He uploads it to Snapchat and adds the captions:

#LadsonTour #EndofRay #LetsGetFuckedUp! #PussyandPills

INT. AIRPORT - LATER

John is walking through departures with his bag. A DING. He

INT. AIRPORT - LATER

Fran is saying goodbye to his daughter. A DING. Melissa takes

INT. AIRPORT - LATER

Ray walks towards the entrance to departures. Behind him, we

INT. AIRPORT - DAY

In a series of quick cuts, we see:

- The lads meet up in the departures hall

- The lads queuing up to drop their bags

- The lads going through baggage control. A CUSTOMS OFFICIAL

- Another OFFICIAL searches Danny’s bag. She picks up a huge

- The lads board the plane, all in high spirits

INT. PLANE - DAY

The four lads make their way down the aisle.

Danny sprints ahead and gets the window seat.

Fran and Ray take the middle and aisle seats.

John sits across the aisle, next to two empty seats.

Danny takes out a small bottle of vodka and grins.

Danny winks at a passing air hostess.

The air hostess smiles at Danny coldly and keeps walking.

A group of GIRLS in the row ahead look back at Danny with