INT. WOLFHOUNDERS PUB - NIGHT
The alluring bar brims with glasses and mahogany wood coupled with a softly glowing fire in the corner. The dim cobwebbed chandeliers cast a charming glow on old soccer relics, dusty pinup posters, and mostly empty booths.
A loud, boisterous group of RUGBY PLAYERS occupies a table by the fireplace, their expressions radiating merriment aglow in the dancing flames. They each have a card with a random name on their forehead and a beer in hand.
HENNO (26) and VINCE (25), South Africans, are the loudest but BRADLEY (29) gives them competition with his American aggression. FINLAY (24), a Brit, keeps the posh alive in the group while EWAN (25), a Scot, brings some crass.
Ag man! Izzit?
You know all the bokkies, though
this one’s a lady.
Yebo, got it. She’s a lady.
My turn! Shut yer gob.
He points to Henno just as Henno’s about to say something.
Well go on then, mate.
So I’m a woman, but I’m not real.
The card on his head says “Wonder Woman.”
Oh, she’s brilliant, mate. Absolutely
brilliant. I’d give my left nut for her.
I’m real then?
Nope. You’re not real.
Yer a dangleberry, B, don’t you
know? How’d Fin go on an’ after
her then if she ain’t real?
QUINTON (30), a scrawny non-rugby man with glasses too big for his eyes, stands up and pulls the card off his head. It reads “Squib”. The whole team roars in protest for his cheating.
Ah, thanks for that, Fin. Look,
I’m heading out. You guys have
Shame. We were thinking you were the
bee’s knees tonight.
Quinton shoots Finlay a dirty look.
Bring that lovely lass of yours
next time, we missed her!
Shoulda brought her just now.
She’s lekker, mate-
Lay off my sister.
Oh, you know we’re just jolling,
B, great game!
Quinton holds up his glass to toast and then downs it.
Bradley stands up and gives his friend a big hug.
I’m glad you came out with the
Wish I could say the same.
Hey, we’re still on for burgers
Don’t worry, he won’t bring these
wankers with him.
I hope not. Have a good night,
Quinton speeds out of the pub while the team erupts into laughter.
Cut him a break guys.
It’s too bad Christy didn’t tag
along. She’s much better company.
Her beauts woulda added some
spice - it’s dead.
The guys scan the pub.
Only you’d be hunky-dory for a
lack of women, mate. Go jump off
Finlay peels off his card and reads “Turkey.”
An’ who’s bright idea was this?
Screw your bird, B.
Well, let’s get on with it.
I’m ready to-
Lose. Your eyebrow is mine.
Ewan massages his eyebrow, which has a noticeable chunk missing.
I’m feeling lucky tonight. Might
just land meself a turkey.
Those pins are going down.
He throws an imaginary bowling ball. The team finishes off their beers. Ewan curses at his card while Henno laughs at his: “Tarantino”. Vince simply stares at his, annoyed.
Izzit? Izzit? Nelson Mandela?
Vince storms out of the pub as the four erupt into laughter again.
I’ve still gotta pay my tab. I’ll
see you guys there.
They all leave as Bradley heads over to the Irish BARTENDER.
Slow night for a Saturday. Where is
Football game, I’d wager.
That from today’s game?
He points to a fresh gash on Bradley’s hand.
Yeah, some dude stepped on it.
Bled over someone’s shirt in
The bartender laughs and grimaces simultaneously. As they continue discussing the game, a MYSTERY WOMAN walks in. She’s stunning with a deep red cocktail dress and lips to match. Without even trying, she livens the pub with her walk.
The bartender drops Bradley and heads her way, mesmerized.
Evening, Miss. What can I get for
A Manhattan, please.
She eyes Bradley up and down with a smile. He turns a bright shade of red and moves to leave.
MYSTERY WOMAN (CONT’D)
And another of whatever he was
She winks at him and pats the chair next to her.
I can’t. I’ve got to drive.
Thank you though.
It’s only one more drink. You’ll
be fine, love.
The bartender begins pouring another stout for Bradley.
I really need to get going-
She raises one eyebrow in disbelief. A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips.
Is it a lady friend?
Then you can have your drink. I’ll
even stay till you’ve sobered up
to drive if that one beer knocks
you off your feet.
Well, thank you then, Miss...?
He takes a seat next to her and tries to hide his focus on steadying his hand as he picks up the beer.
Let’s ignore our names for tonight.
Let’s forget everything about ourselves.
What? I don’t-
Wouldn’t it be nice to simply exist
with someone? To not know a damn
thing about them? No disappointment,
no expectations, no obligations...
You just get out of a relationship?
She props her elbow up on the bar top and places her head in her hand.
Well, that would be telling you
something about myself, wouldn’t it?
I guess so. I think you need
this beer more than me.
No, no, I’m serious. Rename yourself
right now! You only get this
chance once. Who do you want to be?
Err, I don’t know. This is weird.
I should go-
Not a good start. You don’t know
who you want to be, it seems.
Oh? And who would you be?
She stretches her arms out, fully at ease and fully extending her chest. Bradley can’t help but watch. Catching himself gawking, he shakes his head.
Crimson? As in the color?
It doesn’t matter. It’s my name now,
or at least to you, anyways. Who
She leans in close to him, avid with anticipation. He blushes again and turns his gaze to the liquor bottles.
Captain. Captain Brandy Pants.
A ferocious pirate, I’m sure.
Actually, when I was a kid I dressed-
Ugh! Stop, no. No facts about yourself,
I don’t want to know anything.
She pulls back.
This is hard.
Isn’t it? We get so caught up
in our own worlds, sometimes we
forget we’re in this one. So,
Captain Brandy Pants-
My name is Br-
Shhh. I don’t want to know.
You’re Captain Brandy Pants to me.
All right, all right.
You picked it.
I didn’t think you were being
I am. I don’t want to know a
damn thing about you. Not
a word. Can you play?
Um, Crimson, what are you getting
You’ll just have to find out. But
I warn you, it’s a dangerous game.
Mom’s spaghetti...what am I getting
An adventure, my dear. Cheers.
They both raise their glasses in the air and CLINK. Crimson downs the rest of her Manhattan with one gulp. Bradley swallows hard and then chugs most of his beer.
I suggest you finish that quickly -
it’s time to go.
I’ve gotta go meet up with some
No you don’t. You want to come
I...I told them I’d go. It’s
Bowling? I hope that’s code for
another pub or strip club.
This was fun...have a good night.
He looks at his drink and avoids eye contact with this wild woman as he finishes it. She smiles broadly at his fear and leans in right next to his ear.
Come on. You want to play, I can
tell. You’re intrigued and let
me tell you, you’ll never have
an opportunity like this again.
Opportunity? Are you a...
Hooker? Not in the slightest.
What do you take me for?
It’s his turn to eye her up and down.
Honestly, I have no idea right now.
Good. Step out into the unknown,
Captain Brandy Pants. Open those
eyes of yours.
She stands up and puts on her long petticoat.
It sure seems like you just want
to get me out of here and to
who knows where? Your apartment?
Are you a drug dealer?
It’s started. Your move or game over.
He finishes his beer savagely. Crimson tosses a $100 bill on the bar top.
No change. Have a nice night.
Thank you, Miss! You too!
Bradley looks at the bill in shock but keeps his mouth shut. They both get up and Crimson thrusts her arm through his and links them tightly. They head towards the doors steadily. Bradley is a cross between being appalled and enthralled.
Do I put you on edge, Captain?
Fantastic. Everyone needs a wake
Bradley grits his teeth but nods in agreement. He looks ready to bolt at any moment.
EXT. WOLFHOUNDERS BAR - NIGHT
It’s visibly cold outside as their breath wisps away with every word.
So where are we off to, Crimson?
Get in your car and follow me.
Bradley heads over to a sleek, black BMW and unlocks it.
I like your style.
She lets go of his arm and makes her way to a cherry red convertible Z4 BMW.
Right back at you.
They both get into their cars and REV their engines.
EXT. ROADS THROUGH A FOREST - NIGHT
The two BMWs wind their way through dark trees. The Z4 glistens in the moonlight with a pale, ghostly hue, while the other car trails behind like a grisly shadow. Crimson’s car makes a right turn onto a beaten pathway, illuminating the tree trunks and their extending branches. They come to a halt in an empty parking lot in the middle of the forest. Crimson and Bradley exit their cars after parking.
Crimson opens her trunk and grabs a long paper bag. It resembles the shape of an axe.
Well, you look exceptionally
spooked right now, Captain.
(eyeing the bag)
You’re not going to kill me, are you?
What would be the point? The fun
would end, though I suppose this
looks rather sinister, doesn’t it?
She begins walking down a pathway. Bradley follows suit.
He looks around suspiciously.
Funny how hard it is to trust someone
when you don’t know a damn thing about
them. Don’t worry, you won’t regret
Come on, this way.