Welcome to the world of the Four of Clubs. Before I get started I feel the need to warn the week of heart. The following is not a story you want to read to your children. It is a work of fiction, a film script written little over a year ago by me and a friend. We had intended for it to become a reality, however she moved to Canada and the dream was never realised. I hope you like and please tell me your views. But before you dive in, read the warning, and don't hold it against me if you a shocked, I tried to tell you

Warning:

The following tantalising tale has violence, sex, language of the foulest nature and general angst. There is also implied gay sex between two women. If this kind of thing offends you, then don't continue. If you are not mature enough to handle adult themes, don't continue. If you are religious, pregnant, a nun, weak of heart or one of my elderly relatives don't continue (and poor you).

Four of Clubs

Bryony and Ayreweth

Opening credits

All you see is the top of a card table. The music starts up and writing fades onto the screen (the dedication). This fades after a few moments but the music continues. Cards start to spin across the table as if being dealt out. Every time a card is dealt the shot freezes and the opening credits come up on the back of the card. When all the cards have been dealt the four of clubs is flicked into the centre. A bright light fades in and until the screen is white and then the image becomes that of a graveyard.

Scene one

We are in a large graveyard. It is quiet with no one around. Enter Frank Romefront. He makes his way across the graveyard. It seems as if he is walking forever. Finally he gets to a grave covered in ivy. He kneels down by it and sits there for a while. He takes the queen of hearts from his jacket pocket and lays it down on top of the grave.