1. 15/02/2010
   [MONDAY - 1]

   DAMON ROCHEFORT

CORONATION STREET

[Carla is driving into work. Nick is jogging down the street. Carla park her car outside Underworld. Nick stops at the door of No. 8 and watches her get out of her car, lock the door behind her, and enter the factory. Nick has an intrigued expression on his face.]

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2. 15/02/2010
   [MONDAY - 1]

   DAMON ROCHEFORT

NO. 8 - CORONATION STREET

[Gail is sat at the kitchen table in her dressing gown. David is standing next to her.]

DAVID: If you start acting all weird and sus —

[The front door opens and slams shut. Gail runs to it as Nick enters from his run. It is obvious he is not who she had been expecting.]

NICK: Mum. You alright?

[Gail swallows.]

GAIL: Yeah, course. I’ll put the kettle on, eh?

[Gail walks into the kitchen to fill the kettle with water.]

DAVID: Blimey. You’re keen.

NICK: Yeah. I like to keep fit, that’s all. You wanna try it.

[David laughs.]

DAVID: Suppose you’re gonna wanna hog the shower now, eh?

NICK: No, it’s alright. I’ll wait my turn. I’m a guest after all.

DAVID: No, no. It’s alright. You can go first.

[David sniffs the air.]

DAVID: You kinda stink.

NICK: Huh. Cheers.

[Nick is about to walk up the stairs when he abruptly stops.]

NICK: Who’s that woman I saw opening the factory? Dark hair. Posh car. Dead fit.

DAVID: Oh, erm… Carla! Yeah, Carla. She owns the place.

[Nick nods and proceeds to walk up the stairs.]

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3. 15/02/2010
   [MONDAY - 1]

   DAMON ROCHEFORT
   [EGO - THE SATURDAYS]

OFFICE - UNDERWORLD

[Carla is sat at her desk, doing paperwork. Sean slides the door open as he is putting on his coat.]

SEAN: I'm gonna get off for lunch.

[Carla hums.]

SEAN: There’s a bloke here to see you. He's not got an appointment.

CARLA: Who is it?

SEAN: Nick. Gail Platt's son!

CARLA: What's he want?

SEAN: Search me. He said he wants a word.

CARLA: Tell him to make an appointment.

SEAN: He's absolutely gorgeous!

[Carla pauses.]

CARLA: Give him five minutes.

[Sean laughs. He turns around to face Nick, gestures at him to enter the office, and exits the factory. Nick strolls in and stops in front of Carla's desk.]

NICK: Hello.

CARLA: You're Gail Platt's son?

[Carla looks amused. Nick offers out his hand for her to shake.]

NICK: Nick.

[Carla shakes Nick's hand.]

CARLA: Sorry. Carla Connor.

NICK: I can see you're busy. I'll keep it brief. I used to run this place with Mike Baldwin.

[Nick leans against Carla's desk.]

NICK: Learnt most of what I know in here. I hardly recognised the place coming in.

CARLA: Well, we had a major refit a while back.

NICK: So you're doing well?

CARLA: I can't complain. Times are tough, but so am I.

NICK: Short story is I'm looking for investment opportunities and, call me an old romantic, this was top on my list.

[Nick points to the building they’re in. Carla raises her eyebrows.]

CARLA: So you want to, what? Buy into the business?

NICK: I'd love to look into it. I've got the money, I've got the experience. I could be a real asset.

[Carla hums and nods her head.]

CARLA: Well, for your information, I have a partner and I'm doing just fine, thanks. And to be perfectly frank, I doubt whether you can afford it. So if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do.

[Nick laughs.]

NICK: Okay, okay.

[Nick stands up from the desk.]

NICK: I didn't mean to offend you. It's a genuine offer. Why don't you think about it, eh? I'll be in touch.

[Nick exits the office. Carla shakes her head and smiles to herself.]

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4. 15/02/2010
   [MONDAY - 2]

   JOE TURNER

NO. 8 - CORONATION STREET

[David is in the kitchen, preparing two cups of tea. Graeme is sat at the table. He has in front of him a bag of crisps.]

GRAEME: Come down the pub. Everything looks better through the golden glow of a lunchtime larger.

[David transfers the cups of tea to the table and sits opposite Graeme. He sighs.]

DAVID: Yeah. I probably would, but me mum’s upstairs and I don’t like leaving her on her own while he’s around.

[Nick enters the house, slamming the door behind him.]

GRAEME: What? Who don’t you trust? Him or her?

[Graeme notices Nick.]

GRAEME: Oh, hiya! Speak of the devil. Just talking about you.

[David rolls his eyes. He and Graeme drink from their cups of tea. Nick comes to stand in front of them. He is messing about on his phone.]

NICK: Where’s Mum?

DAVID: She’s having a lie down. Why? D’you wanna wake her up and interrogate her a bit more?

NICK: Something’s going on.

DAVID: Yeah. In your imagination. Just drop it, yeah? What I wanna know is what’re you doing sniffing round the factory?

GRAEME: Well, that’s not a good idea. Sniffing round a factory that makes knickers.

[Graeme laughs. David joins in.]

GRAEME: Could be misconstrued.

NICK: It’s a legitimate business inquiry.

DAVID: Yeah. It’s outta your league.

NICK: You don’t know what league I’m in.

DAVID: Well, I know you’re in danger of relegation.

[Graeme laughs again.]

NICK: What do you know about Carla?

DAVID: Why do you wanna know?

NICK: She said she had a business partner. Who is it?

GRAEME: Yeah, that’d be her murdering husband, Tony Gordon. It’s a tragic tale of lust and betrayal.

NICK: I’m all ears.

DAVID: Er, I don’t think so, sunshine. ‘Ant you got to get back to work?

GRAEME: No, yeah. That is true. Some other time maybe, yeah?

[Nick is about to leave when he turns around to face David and Graeme again, both of whom are drinking tea.]

NICK: So you going to the wedding?

DAVID: What wedding?

NICK: Haven’t you heard?

DAVID: I don’t chase gossip like you.

NICK: Tina and Jason.

DAVID: Unlikely. Seen as he’s still married to our sister.

NICK: Maybe they decided not to invite you.

[David snaps.]

DAVID: Why you here?

NICK: I’m just visiting my favourite little brother.

[Nick laughs to himself as he exits the house. Graeme stuffs some crisps into his mouth.]

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5. 15/02/2010
   [MONDAY - 2]

   JOE TURNER
   [FIREFLIES - OWL CITY]

ROSAMUND STREET / CORONATION STREET

[Carla and Leanne are walking to the pub from the bookies.]

LEANNE: I don’t know what to do with meself. I’m rattling round the flat on me own.

[Carla coos with sympathy.]

CARLA: Well, where’s Simon?

LEANNE: Oh, he’s staying over at George and Eve’s just for the holidays, you know. He loves it there and, with me running the bookies, it’s just easier for now.

CARLA: What about Peter?

LEANNE: Well, it’s early days, but he seems to be getting on alright and they’re keeping him busy with loads of workshops and stuff.

[Carla shudders.]

CARLA: Ooh. I couldn’t bear rehab.

[Leanne laughs.]

LEANNE: You don’t need rehab!

CARLA: Ey, I sometimes wonder.

[Carla grabs Leanne’s arm. They have stopped walking outside the pub.]

CARLA: Half five every day, I get chardonnay withdrawals.

[Leanne laughs. Audrey and Nick exit The Rovers. The mood is awkward between the four of them.]

NICK: You’re looking well.

LEANNE: Yeah, you too!

NICK: Small world.

CARLA: Hello again!

NICK: I’d love to stop and chat, but we’ve got a family crisis. Maybe we could talk later?

CARLA: I’m busy all day.

[Nick laughs.]

NICK: Okay!

AUDREY: Come on. We’re gonna do this…

NICK: Duty calls.

[Audrey and Nick walk away.]

LEANNE: How’d you know Nick?

CARLA: How’d you know him?

LEANNE: Ooh. I think I need a drink.

CARLA: I’ll buy you one!

[Carla and Leanne enter The Rovers.]

AUDREY: What was all that about?

NICK: Oh, it’s not important.

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6. 15/02/2010
   [MONDAY - 2]

   JOE TURNER
   [STARSTRUKK - KATY PERRY FT. 3OH!3]

THE ROVERS RETURN

[Carla and Leanne are sat in a booth, drinking a glass of white wine each.]

CARLA: I can’t believe you were married. To him!

LEANNE: Well, we all make mistakes.

CARLA: How long ago was this?

LEANNE: It was a million years ago! We were young! Too young. He’s a very manipulative man.

[Carla nods.]

CARLA: And pushy too.

LEANNE: You’re not thinking of doing business with him?

CARLA: No.

LEANNE: Good.

CARLA: Although he clearly provokes strong reactions in people.

LEANNE: Well, don’t you go thinking that that’s a good thing.

CARLA: I don’t.

[Carla smiles despite herself.]

LEANNE: You’re intrigued.

CARLA: I’m not.

LEANNE: He’s trouble.

CARLA: Ooh, if you say so… So no regrets then on your part? No lingering feelings?

[Carla gestures towards her heart.]

LEANNE: No! Definitely not! Look, I’m just trynna warn you what he’s like!

CARLA: I know. And everything you say tallies with what I thought when he first swaggered into my office.

LEANNE: But?

CARLA: But. Now I’m curious.

[Carla rests her head on top of her interlocking hands. Leanne rolls her eyes.]