EXT. GIBLEY’S RESTAURANT, ETON- TWILIGHT
We see a family of three, a mother, father and adult son, through a window of the illustrious restaurant, and can hear the warm bustling noises of happy diners.


INT. GIBLEY’S RESTAURANT, ETON- TWILIGHT
We see the lower half of an aproned waiter as he walks by, wiping the screen to reveal a tight shot of DAD, who is about to make a toast.

DAD
Raises champagne flute, smiling with a tear in his eye.

To, my only son! A first-class graduate in a few days!

Glasses clink above centre of table as Mum, Dad and David toast.

MUM
Leans over to DAD, whispers into his ear.

DAD
His smile fades, and he nods, seriously. Reaches into suit jacket inner pocket for something, speaking slowly as he does so.

Son, we have waited for this moment, when we knew you would be ready to take on the world, to tell you something very important-

Struggles a bit with jacket, and produces a folded piece of paper. Holds it out in his palm, to DAVID.

DAVID
Bright-eyed, excited, but slightly taken aback, takes the paper from his father’s hand. Looks at paper, then back up at parents with half a smile on his face, questioning.

DAD
You are, my son, our proudest
achievement on this earth, and our greatest joy.

DAVID
Unfolds paper, and furrows brow, confused. Looks up at DAD with head tilted and hand with paper upturned, questioning.
An address..?

Dad, I don’t understand.

DAD
shifts around uncomfortably in his seat. Looks at his wife for backup.

MUM
Reaches out a hand to gently- in an almost comforting manner- rub Davids shoulder, avoiding his eyes, looks at the paper.

We had thought it would be best if you were able to discover your background on your own, when you were ready.

DAVID

scoffs in disbelief

Wait, hold on? My background? Is this some sort of “ancestry.com” thing?

DAD
Turns his worried gaze to look his son in the eyes.


David, you are our son… but we did not give you life.

DAVID
Realising they’re not joking, shakes head in disbelief as though shaking off a daze. Begins to panic.


Wait, what? You mean, you’re not my- you’re not my parents?

DAD
Holds hands up in a calming gesture

Son, calm down.

DAVID
Pushes seat back, slams paper on table, restless. Stammers a thousand questions, his composure gone.


No, wait, how can you say you aren’t my parents? That doesn’t make any sense! If you aren’t my parents, then who are you? Who am I? Where do I come from?


MUM
Teary-eyed, reaches into purse, and takes out an old photograph of a young woman, standing in front of the Angel of the North. She has brown skin and long, curly hair billowing in the wind and is holding a pale baby.
Her voice shakes.

This, my love, is your birth mother.

DAVID
Looks at picture, seems to recognise the baby- then looks at his parents in disbelief. Tears well up in his eyes, his face turns red as he fights back his emotions.


I can’t believe this. This is a SICK joke.

Stands up to leave. EXITS to the left of the screen. We hear the door slam.

Diners look up, shocked, then begin to whisper.

MUM

David!


Begins to get up from her seat to go after him. DAD stops her with a gently outstretched arm. She sits down, and looks at her husband, her hand over her mouth. DAD puts his arm around her.

EXT. ETON HIGH STREET- NIGHT
Street lamps are on, as David storms angrily down the high street, passing busy bars and restaurants.


DAVID

(in his head)
So all this time…
all this time, I was never their child?

How could they lie to me for
years like that?


what sort of sick people play pretend with someone’s LIFE?


and that woman? she’s not my mother, she can’t be!

So are they telling me, that not only am I NOT THEIR CHILD,
but I’m not even white?

I don’t even know what the heck is going on anymore. I’m so confused.
why now?
I need to get the heck out of here.

DAVID’s thoughts are interrupted abruptly as he bumps into a well-dressed ENGLISHMAN, spilling his drink on his suit jacket.

ENGLISHMAN
Turns to him with a scowl.
OI! Look where you’re going
mate!


DAVID
I’m so sorry, man, I wasn’t
looking.

ENGLISHMAN
Yeah I’ll bet you weren’t, you
prat.

DAVID
Tries to get past by going around ENGLISHMAN

Excuse me.

ENGLISHMAN
Clearly drunk, and looking for a fight, steps into DAVID’s
path.

You’re not going anywhere, you poncy fairy.

Gestures to a couple of friends who laugh and draw near, also blocking DAVID’s way.

DAVID
Stops, hands up in a calming gesture.

Look, gentlemen. I just want to
get home. I don’t want any trouble.

ENGLISHMAN Swipes a punch in david’s direction and misses. Gets angry, and tries to grab him. A scuffle ensues, where the three men attempt to grab and hit DAVID. DAVID loses his temper, and reveals his years of jiu-jitsu training, knocking all three thugs to the ground as ladies scream and gentlemen gasp in the background. DAVID runs away as the goons nurse their injuries.


EXT. CARPARK OFF ETON’S HIGH ROAD – NIGHT


DAVID stops at his car, winded. Bends over to catch his breath. Stands up straight, and slides hands into his pocket, then onto his chest, only to discover that he has neither his jacket nor his keys. Turns back, and starts to run.


EXT. ALLEYWAY BEHIND THE HOPHOUSE – NIGHT
DAVID walks slowly through the dark alleyway, halting as he hears a bit of commotion up ahead.


DAVID (in his mind)
Oh God I hope it’s not those guys again.
Sounds get louder, and we see two black men holding each other by the collar, struggling and arguing.
DAVID
Runs up to the guys and tries to stop the fight. Hey! Hey! Gentlemen!
I’m sure we can talk about this? You guys are brothers, why are you fighting?

GUY WITH GOATEE

Where do you get off talking to us about brotherhood, whiteboy?


GUY WITH FADE HAIRCUT

Yeah, you plonker. You think we
didn’t see you beat up your “brothers” over there round the front of the HopHouse? Tryna kung-fu us too?


Both laugh and walk away. DAVID stands there, looking defeated.


GUY WITH GOATEE (turning back to look at DAVID)
You’re lucky we don’t call the police, whiteboy.

EXT/INT. GIBLEY’S RESTAURANT, ETON – NIGHT
David slowly walks into Gibley’s, and spots his jacket, still at the table he and his parents sat at this evening. They’ve left, and have paid for the meal. There’s a silver tray with an after-dinner mint on it, sitting on a folded piece of paper and something else.
David puts on his jacket, looking again at the tiny tray. He picks up the mint and the paper, and sees the photo. He hesitates, then touches it. Picking it up, he puts it in his jacket pocket.
Back outside the restaurant, David looks at the address on the paper under the streetlights. We see the word “Newcastle” written on the paper. David looks up, like a thought has hit him. We see him run off into the distance.


EXT/INT. DAVID’S CAR – DAWN
Viewing from the backseat of David’s car, we see the Angel of the North in the near distance, as David exits the motorway onto a domestic road.


EXT. THE ANGEL VIEW INN – DAWN
Outside the Angel View Inn, we see a black, 2013 Audi A1 pull into the courtyard, and park abruptly.

INT. THE ANGEL VIEW INN – DAWN
We see DAVID collect a room key from the receptionist, and thank him (silently). We hear the early morning sounds of guests coming down for breakfast and chatting. We see a few pass across the screen.


INT. DAVID’S ROOM AT THE INN – DAWN
Over his shoulder, we see David looking out the window at the Angel of the north, in the early summer sunrise.
We see him clutching the photograph in his hand.


End.

(C) 2019 Danielle Akhazemea (aka The Black Pen)

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