A string of murders all carry one thing in common, a mysterious jacket. Follow Detectives Jones and Peters as they journey through a world of murder, betrayal, lies and sex in this film noir extravaganza, brought to you by first time director Dave Swales.
"The best film I've ever seen!" C. Percival
"I lost control of my bowels due to extreme suspense!" S. Pickford
"I especially would never watch anything ever written by Dave Swales!" T. Swales
THE SCRIPT!
T.S. Cinema
DavLab Studio's
The Curse of The Tailors Jacket
Detective Jones
Detective Peters
Shrouded man one
Shrouded man two
Casting Director
Dave Swales
Line Producer
Dave Swlaes
Self-indulgence Issues
Dave Swales
Shot and Cut by Dave Swales
Music by
DavLab Stuio's
Executive Producers
Sally Pickford
Carl Percival
Written and Directed by Dave Swlaes
INT. Shot: Detective Jones is sat at his type writer, cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a cup of coffee steaming. His voice over tells us all we need to know,
Voice Over:
It was a cold shitty night in Hartlepool. A back water cesspit of of lies and deceit. I received a tip off earlier that night to goto Jack's Tailors on Whitby Street. 8.30 was the time. Had to be there by quarter to. My partner knew all the details. (Quick shots of partner putting on his jacket, getting his car keys and closing the car door. We hear the car pull away as we cut back to Jones' house. ((Sound bridge bitches)) Jones is stood up putting his coat on.) He would be picking me up any minute now. (Car horn beeps outside.) He's Late.
INT. Shot: Inside the car. Peters is driving while Jones smokes. Jones is nearly always smoking.
Peters:
Those things will kill ya.
Jones:
I'll kill you.
Peters:
You're not indestructable Jones!
Voice Over:
He didn't know how write he was.
EXT. Shot: Outside of the car.
Voice Over:
I advised Peters to stay in the car.
Jones:
(To Peters) Stay in the car dick head!
EXT. Shot: Jones slams the door and walks down a back alley towards the rear door of the shop.
Voice Over:
This alley stinks. Just like everything else in this town. Reaching the door I knocked the knock of 6,000 knocks.
(Jones knocks on the door 6,000 times. The door opens and we see a shrouded character stood behind it.)
Jones:
Jack's Tailors, Whitby Street?
Shrouded Man One:
No! (The door slams closed.)
Voice over:
The tailors was next door. (Jones walks to the next door.) It was always next door. The story of my fucking life. I went next door and... oh fuck it. you know the drill.
(Shot of Jones knocking another 6,000 times. The door opens in exactly the same way. Same shrouded figure.)
Shrouded Man Two:
You're right on time. Come with me.
INT. Shot: The two are waking through a darkened corridor.
Shrouded Man Two:
Be quiet. They're in there!
(Jones reaches for his gun as they open the door slightly. Shot reverse of the door as the two heads poke out. Just as there full faces poke out a gun goes off and their faces get sprayed with blood.
SCENE!
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