62 STREET OUTSIDE BUILDING SITE. NIGHT
CONSTABLE DAVID opens the back door to there paddy wagon for HONEY as the Fire Engine drives off.
HONEY I want to sit up front with you.
CONSTABLE DAVID You can't.
HONEY (grins) That's not a nice thing to call a lady!
CONSTABLE DAVID laughs.
63 INT. PADDY WAGON. NIGHT
HONEY sits between CONSTABLE DAVID and the SECOND POLICEMAN - her backpack in her lap.
HONEY No-one in particular.
CONSTABLE DAVID Everybody's gotta be someone.
HONEY Okay, you can call me 'someone'. What about you guys?
The TWO COPS exchange looks.
CONSTABLE DAVID Constable Timmins.
HONEY Your first name's 'Constable?!'
CONSTABLE DAVID David.
HONEY Davo. And you?
SECOND POLICEMAN Trevor.
HONEY Trev and Davo. You both got girlfriends? Boyfriends?
DANIEL, bathed in red dark room light, immerses a white sheet of photographic paper in a tray of developing solution. A ghost image appears. It is Honey - her arms held out, the expression on her face a plea for help.
65 POLICE STATION. NIGHT
HONEY draws a caricature of the DUTY SERGEANT in her journal. TREVOR and DAVID and OTHER POLICE are in the room.
HONEY I'm hungry and I've got my period so I need tampons.
The POLICE are not sure how to deal with HONEY.
HONEY and a meat pie or something. I'm starving. And...
DUTY SERGEANT Now hang on a second, missy 'someone'! You cant just...order us around like you own the place!
HONEY Police are public servants, right?
The DUTY SERGEANT nods warily.
HONEY I'm a member of the public, right?
The DUTY SERGEANT smiles. The OTHER POLICEMEN laugh.
HONEY Don't suppose any of you guys have a fag do you?
The DUTY SERGEANT holds a packet of cigarettes out to HONEY. She looks at him, smiles, takes a cigarette
72 INT. ART GALLERY. NIGHT
JASPER nods excitedly, takes in the well dressed PATRONS drinking champagne, eating canapés, looking at black and white photos of street people on the walls.
JASMIN wearing high heels, short skirt, breasts barely contained in an uplift bra, talks animatedly with a PATRON.
On the other side of the gallery
Elsewhere in the gallery DANIEL stands in front of a photo (unseen at this point) that is clearly an exhibition favourite. The TEEN MODEL Daniel flirted with at his studio, flirts with DANIEL now.
Back with DANIEL and the TEEN MODEL as he turns.
MIRIAM I'm Miriam Coulter. From 'Art Today.'
DANIEL is pleasantly surprised.
MIRIAM Have you got a moment?
Elsewhere in the gallery HELEN and JASMIN continue their talk. DANIEL and MIRIAM can be seen talking in the background.
JASMIN Nothing shocks me anymore… French, Golden showers, B & D. I actually quite like B & D. Whipping men! Yeah! I’m not too keen on Greek, though…
DANIEL points to the photo of Grant. GRANT walks up, looks at it for a moment, leans close to DANIEL.
GRANT (sotto voce) Still prefer m'memories.
The gallery PATRONS wait patiently and silently as DANIEL and GRANT have their sotto voce conversation.
GRANT Remember when old Charlie put his shoes on the wrong feet...
GRANT chuckles. DANIEL feels a little awkward.
HELEN Perhaps Grant would likes to say a few words on behalf of the...men and women on the other side of the lens.
GRANT shakes his head. HELEN takes the microphone from the GALLERY OWNER, hands it to GRANT. He looks at the assembled PATRONS, in no hurry, sees JASPER, smiles. JASPER smiles back. GRANT surveys the photos in the gallery as he speaks.
GRANT I'm proud to have Daniel as a friend. He's a good bloke. There's been a lot of nights...GRANT sees the photo that drew so much attention earlier. He walks towards it, stands in front of it, looks at it closely:
GRANT What's her name, Daniel?
All eyes turn to DANIEL - all his defences, pretences, down.
DANIEL I don't know.
A deathly silence envelops the gallery. Tears well in HELEN'S eyes. JASPER takes HELEN'S hand.
DANIEL I took it last night. I don't know who she is.
MIRIAM I don't understand...you mean you donut have her consent? DANIEL shakes his head.
...to be continued...