“that piano guy in Bristol”

EXT: A GREEN, LEAFY PARK ON A BRIGHT SUMMER’S DAY

LUKE and DONNA skip and laugh hand-in-hand through the park. They stop and kiss.

LUKE
You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Donna tilts her head and smiles awkwardly – being described as a thing is a bit weird.

INT: LUKE’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Luke and Donna are cuddled up on the couch eating popcorn and watching a movie. The end credits roll on the TV. Donna wipes her eyes.

LUKE
OK let’s watch my favourite movie next: Fight Club.

Donna frowns and grimaces slightly – uh oh.

INT: A COFFEE SHOP – DAY

Luke looks lovingly at his phone as he types out a message to Donna. Over his shoulder we see it reads: ‘Hey Princess, I miss you’

INT: A CORPORATE OFFICE, DONNA’S DESK – DAY

Donna sees the message and gives a pained smile – princess?

DONNA’S COLLEAGUE
Are you in this meeting?

DONNA
Yep.

She leaves her phones on her desk and leaves.

TEXT CARD: ONE HOUR LATER

INT: A CORPORATE OFFICE, DONNA’S DESK – DAY

Donna returns to her desk and checks her phone – 12 NEW MESSAGES, all from Luke. She scrolls through them, too quick for the viewer to read them in full, but they read as follows.

‘Are you there?’

‘Are you mad at me?’

‘Have I pissed you off?

‘Tell me why so we can talk’

‘Wow this is so rude’

‘No need to be a bitch about it’

‘JK kidding [LAUGHING CRYING EMOJIS]’

‘Let’s go on a trip this weekend!’

‘Look I don’t know what I’ve done but if you don’t tell me I can’t fix it’

‘Has something happened to you? Do you need me to come to a hospital?’

‘Please tell me I’m REALLY WORRIED’

‘I’m calling your work’

Donna’s desk phone rings. She answers, still staring at the messages.

DONNA
Hello Donna’s desk.

RECEPTIONIST (VO)
Hi Donna, there’s a guy on the phone who says he’s your boyfriend? He sounds a bit… agitated?

Donna closes her eyes and sighs – give me strength.

EXT: CAFE WINDOW – EVENING

We’re looking in through the window from the street. Donna and Luke are sat at a table in the window. Donna is closer to the door. We can’t hear their conversation.

Donna is looking at the table, avoiding his eyes, talking and gesturing with her hands.

Luke keeps interrupting her and trying to hold her hands. She keeps pulling them away and asking him to listen to what she has to say.

Luke gets angry. A few other customers turn and look. Donna smiles nervously at them and takes a sip of her coffee.

He leans in and says something. Donna shakes her head while he talks. He leans back cockily, a mean look on his face, he says something that shocks her. People look again.

She shakes her head and laughs – I can’t believe this. He leans forward, all smiles and charm, trying to reach for her hand again. Her hands are in her pockets, pulling out money.

She drops it on the table as she gets up to grab her things and leave. He gets up and tries to stop her.

A FEMALE WAITER steps in and holds her hands up to give Donna time to leave. Donna exits and walks quickly past the window. Luke tries to push past her.

A MALE WAITER steps in and Luke backs off.

As soon as Donna’s clear of the window she runs.

TEXT CARD: TWO DAYS LATER

INT: DONNA’S BEDROOM – EARLY MORNING

Donna is woken up by her phone buzzing. She answers.

DONNA
(Half asleep)
Hello?

DONNA’S FRIEND (VO)
Mate, have you seen the news? I’m sending you a link now.

Donna’s phone beeps, she squints at the screen, taps… Her eyes open wide and a hand flies over her mouth in shock.

DONNA
(Muffled by her hand)
What the fuck.

EXT: A PEDESTRIANISED AREA IN THE CITY CENTRE – DAY

Donna, in hood and sunglasses, approaches the pedestrianised area, mouth agape.

Sat at a piano in the middle is Luke, passably playing melancholy tunes and being interviewed by A PRETTY FEMALE JOURNALIST with a dictaphone. A small crowd is gathered around his. Next to the piano is a blackboard with the following scrawled on it:

‘Playing for love
@Forlove2017′

Her phone rings. Without looking at the screen she answers, speaking before the caller has time to talk.

DONNA
I know. I can see him now. Don’t give my name or number to ANYONE.

From a distance she sees Luke stops playing and face the pretty journalist, raking a hand through her hair and cocking a smile as he looks into her eyes. She laughs and nods at something he says.

Donna’s face wrinkles as if she’s just smelt something disgusting. She rolls her eyes and walks off.

DONNA
(To person on phone)
No fucking way… dodged a bullet, mate.

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