INT. FORD ESCORT - NIGHT
A Ford Escort, parked on the side of the road. Inside, JASON and RAVI are sat in the front. It's a chilly September Friday night on the streets of London, outside Turnmills.
JASON, dressed in a shirt, tie and suit jacket, complete with glasses, keeps his eyes on the night club opposite them. It's about three AM, and the clubbers are making their way out.
RAVI, dressed in a hooded top and truckers cap, is playing 'Bounce' on his Nokia phone. He loses, and chucks the phone onto the dashboard.
RAVI
I'm hungry.
JASON
You think I'm not hungry?
RAVI
I wish we could have a cheeseburger. Don't you wish we could have a cheeseburger?
JASON
Shut up, we're supposed to keep our eyes on the job.
RAVI
Yeah, but wouldn't you kill for a cheeseburger right now? Or chips in pitta bread. I could murder some chips. Vinegar. Salt. Ketchup. Mayonnaise.
JASON
I don't see why anyone would pay one pound fifty for what is essentially a big pile of carbohydrate.
RAVI
I'm hungry.
JASON
We're both hungry.
One of the clubbers pops out, staggering slightly.
RAVI
What about that one?
The clubber stops by the side of the building and starts vomiting violently.
RAVI
Alright, maybe not.
A group of girls come out next, giggling.
RAVI
What about them?
JASON
Look at them. They're sixteen if they're a day.
RAVI
Yeah? And?
JASON
Don't you have any morals?
RAVI
Fine. [pause] Mousakka.
JASON
What did you call me?
RAVI
I didn't call you anything, I said 'mousakka', it's a food.
JASON
Stop fixating on food.
RAVI
I'm just hungry that's all.
JASON's eyes are now on a girl who's just popped out of the club. She's smoking a cigarette.
RAVI
I miss a decent meal, is all.
The girl makes a call on her mobile phone. JASON looks mesmerized.
JASON
That one.
JASON exits the car.
RAVI
Like peanut butter. I never liked peanut butter but... [realizing JASON's gone] Oh, bollocks.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
JASON calmly walks over towards the GIRL. RAVI walks in another direction, towards the back of the building. JASON approaches the GIRL, taking out a cigarette. He approaches her and talks to her with the demeanour of a James Bond-bred cool-as-ice kinda guy [I don't know what I'm trying to describe here. Basically, he approaches her in such a way that it wouldn't cause the girl to run away. Somehow].
JASON
You shouldn't be walking alone at this time of the night.
GIRL
And why not?
JASON
Lots of dangerous people out this time of night.
GIRL
Really? You one of them, 'cos if you are, I best warn you I've got a can of pepper spray in my bag and I don't mind using it.
JASON
No, I'm not one of them, [pointing at cigarette].
The GIRL, hesitantly, lights his cigarette. As JASON takes a puff, RAVI appears from behind with a cloth of chloroform, grabbing the GIRL.
JASON
Ravi, on the other hand, is a vicious little cunt.
The GIRL passes out.
RAVI
How come I never get to be the one to chat them up?
JASON
'Cos you look like a serial rapist.
INT. FORD ESCORT - NIGHT
JASON and RAVI carry the girl into the back seat.
RAVI
I do not look like a serial rapist.
JASON
Yes, you do.
RAVI rolls up the girls sleeve.
RAVI
I fucking well don't!
JASON takes out a black medical bag. He opens it up and pulls out a syringe.
JASON
Look, there's a reason we do things this way.
RAVI takes the syringe and starts taking the GIRL's blood. He repeats this as they talk, filling up a jar.
JASON
I'm good with women. You're good with the more... unsavory aspect.
RAVI
'Unsavory aspect'? I do all the hard work here, mate! You just walk up to them and lull them into a false sense of security.
JASON
I do not. I make the fall easier for them. I'm the calm before the storm.
RAVI
So I'm a storm now, am I?
JASON
How much've we got?
RAVI
Sigh... about a pint and a bit.
JASON
That'll do. We don't want her to wake up dead. Let's put her on that bench there.
RAVI and JASON carry her out, then return to the car. As they drive off, RAVI takes a big gulp from the jar, then passes it to JASON. JASON turns to RAVI, then turns back to the road.
JASON
You've got a bit on your nose.
RAVI
Oh, cheers.
He wipes it, then takes a look in the mirror. There is no reflection.
RAVI
God, being a vampire's shit.
