SUSPECT

INT.BATHROOM
Shaun frantically washes his hands of blood. Looking up
to the mirror he sees the splattered blood on his shocked
face, after a moment of looking at his bloodied face, he
frantically washes his face.

DEAN
(Knocks on bathroom door)Hey! Are you alright.

SHAUN
(Voice breaks)Yeah, I’ll just be a minute

CUT TO:
INT.LOUNGE
Shaun sits alone in a chair in the middle of a lounge
while he whispers into the phone, talking secretively to
the person on the other side.

SHAUN
What are you doing?
(Pause)
(Confused)Why?
(Pause)
Why would the police come here?
(Pause)
Why are you so worried?
(Pause)
(Satirically)You won’t go to prison
(Pause)

Entering the room Dean notices Shaun

talking on the phone and decides to sit
down on a seat behind him to listen in on
him.

SHAUN
Listen, you don’t have to worry it’s sorted.
(Pause)
He doesn’t go back to work till Monday, right?
So we’ve got all weekend to deal with it.
(Pause)
(Angrily) Just get it done!
(Pause)
Don’t mess this up.

Shaun hangs up the phone and rubs his face in

frustration.

DEAN
Are we going to talk about it?

Shaun turns around to look at Dean with a panicked look

on his face before calming himself down.
 SHAUN
(Dismissively)It’s nothing
A moment of silence fills the room.

DEAN
It doesn’t sound like nothing

A look of thought cover Shaun’s face

SHAUN
(Sternly)It hasn’t got anything to do with you to do with
you
(Pause)
(Angrily)I think you should mind your own business.

A moment of silence falls over both Dean and Shaun once

again. Shaun then looks to his hands as vision of his
hands being covered in blood crowds his minds before he
bursts out of his seat and runs out of the room to the
bathroom.

CUT TO:

INT.BATHROOM
Shaun frantically washes his already clean hands, he
finishes cleaning his hands then spends a moment staring
into the mirror.

CUT TO:
INT.LOUNGE/KITCHEN
Shaun walks into the kitchen with a tired look on his
face, grabs a bottle of whiskey, sits down on a stool at
the counter and pours himself a drink. Dean has remained
in the same seat.

DEAN
(Monotonically)I thought you hated that stuff?

SHAUN
Well, I don’t anymore

DEAN
(Memorably)I remember you’d always complain about how it
taste like cat piss.

SHAUN
(Blankly)Still does.

Shaun takes a sip of his drink

DEAN
(Confused)Then why drink it?

SHAUN
Helps you to stop thinking?

DEAN
(Curiously)What do you need to stop thinking about?
 SHAUN
(Blankly)Shut up

Shaun finishes his drink

Dean stand up from his seat in frustration and walks up

to Shaun standing behind him.

DEAN
What is it? What is it you need to act like a real
person?

SHAUN
I need you to stop putting your nose where it doesn’t
belong.

Dean face fills with visible frustration

DEAN
Get out.
(Angrily)I said get out! I know what you’ve done so just
get out, I can’t keep doing this.

Shaun mumbles under his breath, as Dean continues

SHAUN
(Confused)He never said that

Dean turns Shaun’s stool around so they are face to face

as he continues to argue.

DEAN
Can you hear me!? I’m telling you to leave, what happened
to you, You never used to be like this, I thought we were
friends.

Shaun gets a fierce look in his eyes as he begins to

become angry.

SHAUN
Stop it!

DEAN
Stop it? You come here shouting your orders, I don’t have
to listen to you, like everybody else does. I’m not going
to let you get away with what you’ve done.

SHAUN
(Furiously)Shut up!

A moment of silence follows as Dean and Shaun look each

other dead in the eyes, before Dean breaks the stare and
turns away in frustration. As Dean turns around it is
revealed that his back is covered in blood from a
gunshot.

DEAN
I can’t take it, it’s just I feel like we’ve done this
thousands of times.

Shaun looks at his hand where a gun has suddenly

appeared.

SHAUN
(Desperately)Not again.

INT.BATHROOM
Shaun frantically washes his hands of blood. Looking up
to the mirror he sees the splattered blood on his shocked
face, after a moment of looking at his bloodied face, he
frantically washes his face.

DEAN
(Knocks on bathroom door)Hey! Are you alright.

END