Blue Magic

INT: House party - night

A studio apartment is packed.

People dancing, doing drugs and drinking consume the four walls.

*sniff* a young man sniffs a blue line off the table.

Behind a closed bedroom door are two men.

One sitting on the bed the other in a rolling chair with a bedside desk between them.

A few oz of blue powder sits on the desk as they weigh and bag up small grams, the one on the chair puts the small baggies in a larger ziploc bag till it's full; then throws it in the corner with a few others.

Dealer 1:

Loving this shit out there

Dealer 2:

I can tell,

I don't know half the people in my own house right now

Dealer 1:

Word spreads fast,

...Girls out there are tweaking

Had one unbuckling my pants..

My shit wasn't even out and I almost

Ca- (the glass suddenly cracks as dealer 1 drops on the bed with blood flying).

Dealer 2 hops back in his chair as he sees the bullet hole on the side of his friend's temple.

He runs to the side of the window out of view as he closes the blinds and grabs the ziplock in the corners.

He rushes out the door before the sniper's bullet burst the ziploc bags open, the baggies scatter across the apartment as the party ambushes the free drugs.

Dealer 2: Shit!

The dealer hesitantly rushes out the front knowing he will die if he tries to salvage his product.

(Lips of the sniper through a red ski mask):

"Stupid is as stupid does"

Dealer 2 jogs out of the alley and looks to see the tires on his car have been shot out.

He looks down the block to see people boarding the bus on the corner, and takes off after it, tucking the remaining drugs in his pants. He just makes it before the doors close.

Brushing past people on his way to the back of the bus, the dealer kicks a combat boot. He looks up at a black man with medium scruffy hair and shaped up beard, in a hoodie and black trench coat.

Man:

Sorry about that

Dealer 2:

Yea..

you should be

Man:

I guess so

The dealer gives a spiteful up and down glance

Dealer 2:

You're lucky I don't have time for a tough guy routine

The dealer walks back as he stares him down.

Man: ...Lucky me

The dealer takes a seat pulling out his phone

Scrolls through then puts the phone to his ear.

Dealer 2:

Hello?

Mom, I'm gonna stay the night..

No I'm fine,

Ok… ..

I'll be there in 20.

Ok... bye

He hangs up putting his head back and closes his eyes to relax.

The man he had a confrontation with stares at him for a second before scrolling through his phone.

EXT: Southwark, London - residential

Night

(A few minutes later)

The bus comes to a stop as the dealer hops off.

He walks a few blocks before making a left and continues down the dark quiet suburban streets.

He stops at a house, looking up at his mother's home, he takes a deep breath before climbing the short steps knocking once before--

-Pew!

He collapses hitting the door face first with a bullet in the back of his head.

A man behind him on the street, the same man that confronted him on the bus lowers his 9mm confirming his kill with his own eyes before casually walking away down the streets of the dark and quiet suburbs.

He twists off his silencer as he marches, tucking his gun in his trench coat. The house gets smaller the further he gets before-.

*Terrified scream*

The dealer's mother can be heard yelping in the distance as the man disappears into the darkness.

EXT: Post rainy streets of Southward, London

A year and half later

The glare of an ambulance colors the streets as it races down the block.

Inside is Calvin with his hand covering his mouth with his hand, rocking back and forth, with his eyes red from tears, while holding his fiance Valerie's hand as she bleeds on the gurnee unconscious. The EMT's check her vitals just before she begins to have a seizure.

Calvin:

What's happening?

EMT 1:

You'll have to step back sir

Calvin:

WHAT'S HAPPENING!!?

EMT 2:

(To the other EMT)

she's going into shock

Calvin: HELP HER, PLEASE!

EXT: Potters Field Park, London

Dawn

The sun rises reflecting off the lake water.

Calvin sits on a bench staring into the flow of water.

Lance strolls down the pathway with a loose leaf notebook in his hand and takes a seat next to Calvin.

Lance:

Beautiful day..

Or at least a beautiful start to one,

Never know who you might meet

(He hands him the notebook)

Right?

Calvin opens the loose leaf to pictures and personal records of Earl Gray.

Calvin:

Who's this?

Lance:

Known around the blocks as a lieutenant when it comes to distributing blue product.

Calvin:

And the attorney

Lance:

Looked into him like you asked and it lead me to Gray's dope house door steps. The attorneys profile's a couple pages down,

But I figured Gray would be more important to you.

He has several "manufacturing" setups,

I left those in the files

Calvin:

You figured right... Good work.

Lance:

My pro bono work is really where I strive…

..anyway

The attorney hinted about a possible drop tonight so maybe a tail on gray would lead you to something more promising.

Calvin:

I'll definitely look into it,

(Calvin stands up)

Appreciate it

Calvin begins to leave as Lance jumps up to tag along.

Lance:

You doing alright

Calvin:

Fine when I pay Earl a visit,

Why?

Lance:

Look I know I haven't known you for no more than a year,

And..

I…

I look into you,

And your fiance.

Calvin stops and looks at him.

(cont'd):

and what happened to her in the Southward..

..don't take it personally I look into everyone

I take work from.

Calvin:

And?

Lance:

I get why your on this crusade to stop crime i-

Calvin:

-im not on a crusade to stop crime..

.. I'm on a man hunt to kill whoever peddles this shit in the borough,

When I find them I'm gonna put a bullet in their collective heads.

Lance:

Then what?

Cause I've seen men take this path..

I've worked for them too.

It always ends in blood for the sake of a vigilante mission

Calvin:

I'm not a gotdamn vigilante…

.. I'm a killer

Calvin walks off

(Cont'd):

I'll call you if I need something else.

*deep exhale* as Lance walks in the opposite direction.

INT: Calvin's apartment

Calvin's notebook slaps the living room table as he walks to his room and opens his closet to a cache of weapons hanging up .

He reaches for a case at the bottom in the back, and places it on the table over the notebook. Calvin opens the case in preparation to assemble the M107 sniper rifle, along with his secondary weapons and other gadgets.

Once he's done he opens his dresser drawer to his ski mask with built in sight goggles.

EXT: Trafalgar Square -

Later

A black luxury truck rolls through southward traffic, the driver is a man in a black and white two piece suit, singing along to the radio.

He stops at a smoothie shop, strolling into the busy establishment to wait in line

His phone vibrates in his pocket,

He digs it out and flips the screen open reading a text from only a number saying,

"are you close"?

The man text back,

"Waiting for the word".

He immediately gets a text back saying

"Be ready, gotta full day".

The man texts

"I'm prepared".

After a few minutes the driver walks to his truck with smoothie in hand and open the door before getting a text from the same number reading , "Now".

The driver gets in and rides away.

He pulls up and parks next to an expensive loft building. He gets out and hands the valet his keys and empty smoothie cup.

In one of the lofts a bloodied up Asian man is sitting on the floor with his neck chained to the bottom of a kitchen counter chair with a 300 pound goon sitting on the chair.

Four other men sit on the furniture around him.

Earl Gray comes out of a nearby bathroom with his dress shirt sleeves rolled up and blood marks on his knuckles.

Earl Gray:

You know…

(Gray grabs the coffee table and pulls it towards the Asian man ) ...Two steps ahead of the game

(Earl sits on the table a few feet from his captive)

(Cont'd):

Is zero steps ahead of the competition,

Real competition!

Earl intimidatingly wiggles the man's foot back and forth.

Earl: I never understood what that meant until now..

….when I realized I needed that container number to be leaps ahead of your boss.

Then use what was shipped as a collateral, that'll push my lead to bounds.

The three hundred pounder above him grabs his skull with one hand and pushes his head forward slightly choking him.

(Cont'd):

You've done a great job of solidifying your loyalty..

..but it's no longer about that, now it's about life and death.

Earl sternly stares into the captives eyes.

Earl:

I have a man, works on the docks,

I give him a number, he finds me the container…

Whether I give him a number in the next hour determines whether or not you're still breathing in that amount of time.

The captive just stares at him.

Captive (In english) : I don't speak english

Gray: Hm...

..But you understand death ..

No?

The driver walks in and finds a place among the rest.

The fat goon over the hostage grabs his face as two others hold down his arms and one leg,

Gray pulls out a rusty machete from the underside of the coffee table.

"Hey"! The asian man starts struggling and squirming to escape.

Gray holds the machete.

Gray:

Maybe this will give me the answers I need.. ...

EXT: The shipping container yard -

15 minutes later

A ringtone goes off.

A man in a hard hat answers.

Worker:

Hello

He grabs a pencil and begins writing

Worker:

Mmhm..

..mmhmm

5..9..2

Got it.

He looks out to the container yard from his mobile office.

Worker:

Alright, give me a couple hours I should have what you're looking for..

….Alright then,

See you tonight.

He hangs up and takes a deep breath,

Staring out the window at his task at hand.

INT: Southwark Nirvana Shelter- Afternoon

Gymnasium

The shelter is filled with southwards less fortunate. Foldable mattresses and bunk beds are laid out all around the gym, some are watching TV, others are sleeping. A man and woman play cards on a flimsy table.

Man:

Get any leads?

Woman:

Not yet, it's only been a week though so I'm hopeful…

(Cont'd):

Hiring the homeless looks good for big business,

Even if it is just a grocery store

*Hahaha* they both laugh as the tv on the wall gets a little louder.

LIN News reporter:

The scene took place not far from Southwark Treasure United, three men in full tactical gear bum rushed the armored truck during its routine run, with only what can be called luck and good fortune London's very own "Oracle" showed up with just moments later, stopping the attack and salvaging the very valuable cargo. We have Oracle himself here for an interview.

The news camera slides to Oracle with a humble smile

Reporter :

Oracle you've been saving the city for the better of 3 years now, this very news station has interviewed you many times and consider you family. So we are interested to hear your thoughts on the state of the city and the recent up tick in crime in the pass few weeks

Oracle : *deep exhale* … this borough is going through some hard times in the past month but.. It's it still has the beauty it's had si-

The TV is cut off by another resident

Joe (resident) :

Tosh!! This borough is going to shit

Volunteer :

That's real positive Joe

Joey:

These savages only speak one language….

(Calvin reassembles his handguns and straps a kevlar vest to his chest.)

….Violence

CHAPTER ONE ENDS.

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ORCALE