No windows, concrete, airless. Crates and industrial junk
lines the walls, electrical equipment. A large SIGN warning
of electrical current on a wall, 1000s of vaults.
I'm not sure.
Will they find us down here?
(re: his arm)
The BOOMING way above somewhere unsettles the air. The man
turns to look at her.
We went looking for food in a
supermarket, they came.
It looks angry.
I should have redressed the bandage
Let me see.
She grabs a medical bag.
Best to talk, you wont notice the
pain quite so much.
We rolled in tanks, it made no
Another BOOM. Dust unsettles.
You were a soldier, yes?
I can read into peoples faces.
What did you read into my face
That you were a soldier.
Above, hundreds of feet above... a sound like THUNDER,
continuing in waves.
They've started, it sounds worse
than last time.
I wish it would stop, sometimes,
just for a while.
They'll never stop.
The woman's face turns into the candle light. Grabs the
lint. Her features are white, delicate, beautiful. A lock of
hair falls across her face as she unwinds the white bandage.
Does it hurt much?
She smiles again, her eyes gleaming.
You're a good liar.
INT. EXTERIOR CORRIDOR - UNCERTAIN HOURS LATER - SUBJECTIVE
We push in slowly through this confined corridor. Ahead a
sign reads: LONDON UNDERGROUND, CIRCLE LINE, WARNING
Plodding through heavy air and dust, BOOMING behind us down
the corridor in the darkness.
A hundred yards on, through the gloom towards a pale yellow
Entering the little box of a room. The woman lies on a
blanket. The man sleeps upright, he twitches occasionally as
EXT. LONDON STREET - DUST AND FIRES - DAYS AGO
A shroud hangs over London, rubbing out the sun. Here at
street level, little light makes it through now. SCREAMS...
They're coming again!
The crowd of looters and soldiers scatters, shopping trolleys
abandoned full of food, a man breaks from this mob. It's
Spread out across the street lads,
we'll send a ****ing wall of lead at
them this time!
He crouches down and takes up aim.
Let's show these ****ers how it's
Another paratrooper runs forward of the line, staring
defiantly down the street, he trots back...
Boss says we're making a stand, come
on, move it lads!
The SILENCE is tense. Crisp packets blow around, the updrafts
of smoke nearly taking them funnel-like up into whatever
lies above the smoke line...
Shopping trolley, a wounded pigeon, FEAR on the air, and
The man SCREAMS, his arms flailing, his fingers feel about
at his sides, then he sleeps...
The candle flames flicker as WATER DRIPS somewhere...
The woman asleep on a blanket in a fetal position.
BOOM -- BOOM -- BOOM -- BOOM -- continues
EXT. GARDEN - CAMDEN - LONDON SUBURBS - DAY
A small child skipping down a narrow pathway. Strong summer
sun radiates this suburban garden.
The woman in the deck chair stirs. She dips her sunglasses,
LITTLE GIRL (CONT'D)
The man on the TV says everybody is
to go indoors and that we're not to
A water sprinkler bursts into life, the sky darkens...
INT. CONCRETE ROOM -
Water, close, continuous dripping...
The woman stirs, she wipes her eyes, tries to focus, the man
is moving one of the larger crates.
He watches her, smiling.
It's raining up top.
That's feels comforting.
Maybe all day, I've heard it running
in the walls over the last few hours.
Was I asleep that long?
You were very tired.
I never used to like rain much. I
The crate suddenly slides, an ominous tone SHUDDERS throughout
That was the first mistake I've made.
They stare at one another.
SILENCE. An hour passes.
It's okay now?
Are you sure?
He watches her, she's appears to be struggling to contain
After a beat:
Yeah... I'm sure.
I'll make us some food then.
That would be ... wonderful.
She looks up and smiles.
Where were you stationed?
Here and there.
Northern Ireland. Far East, Burma.
Burma, oh, that must have been
Very warm I'd imagine?
Hours later. The woman is working on a bench, setting out
the scraps of food. She stares down. Wipes her eyes.
It's not much!
Did you enjoy being a soldier?
It felt like something I did well?
If that's what you meant?
I guess so.
What did you want to know... before
I've quite forgotten.
Strange NOISES at the surface. The woman stares at the man.
I was asking what day it was?
Well, it's February...
the 13th, wait... no, maybe it's the
14th by now.
FADE TO BLACK
The man crouching by the wall.
Is that a tap?
If I can turn it through a half
revolution it may refill our bottles.
BOOM -- BOOM -- BOOM -- BOOM -- continuing.
INT. CONCRETE ROOM - 8.23PM
SCREAMING. The man rushes over. He grabs her, folding his
arms gently under her limp back. She wakes, pulling back,
she beats at him with her fists...
It's okay, it's okay, we're safe.
She's quiet, watching him, unblinking, then slowly closes
her eyes. They sit like that, for hours.
INT. CONCRETE ROOM - MORNING - 7.33AM.
The man is wiping over the face of his watch, the glass is
cracked. It's brass, heavy, regimental. Officer's watch.
A presentation piece.
Above the BOOMING continues and then ceases.
The woman stirs.
Here, drink this. I found some water,
not much, a beaker's worth.
She sits up and drinks.
I'm not sure yet?
What does that mean?
... we may have to leave.
Why, why do we have to go? You said
we could stay down here! This is
our home now, you said-
We've run out of water. Without it,
we'll soon die.
She falls quiet. Sleep overtaking her.
INT. CONCRETE ROOM - 11.23AM
An eerie UNNATURAL SOUND brings their attention over to the
doorway, beyond the crooked makeshift barrier there are
I don't think so.
The woman shudders.
That's the outside barrier... Jesus
... I should have reinforced it.
He sweeps up the rifle.
EXT. CORRIDOR - 100 YARDS BEYOND THE BUNKER - MINUTES LATER
Water cascading down walls, puddles, so many sounds,
impossible to zero in on any of them.
Quick, over here.
At a large rusted door, the man is a working the iron handle.
It suddenly gives. More NOISES...
Touches his arm.
I've stopped shaking.
The man glances at her, their eyes lock. They suddenly kiss
and fumble in an ecstasy of passion.
The door just open enough for... a slender woman.
The man suddenly pushes her through.
Take this watch, shake it when it
stops. And this-
Watching his face.
Follow the shaft to the surface,
stay low, wait for dark.
He looks up at her. She holds out a hand.
You'll come later... by another route?
You have to go...
The man's already staring back down the shaft into the grim
darkness there. The lonely RED SIGNAL lamp still bleeds
My name... it's Jo, it's Jo... I'm a
You know what?
I already knew that you were a nurse,
I read people well.
He smiles. Her expression changing.
Please, we can open it further, please
(tugging on the door)
Please, please, please...
A great BOOM resounds down the shafts, sounds like multiple
tube trains all CRASHING...
Go, please... get out now!!!
She stares at him, frantic. His heads down though, straining.
Heaving the iron door fast, her white face disappears in the
torchlight as gloom now fills the corridor...
INT. FURTHER DOWN EXTERIOR CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER
The man is sprinting into the darkness, puddles splashing
under his feet. At a junction box, he stops and listens.
The BURST OF FIRE is deafening, it lights the shaft with a
spout of orange flame, tracers bouncing of the concrete walls,
like firecrackers exploding inside a tomb...
CUT INTO BLACK
EXT. LONDON STREETS - NIGHT
A shadow climbs into an overturned YELLOW STREET CLEANING
TRUCK. Searching through the rubbish she pulls a large
blanket over herself, it's a good hiding hole. Chewing on a
sandwich by torchlight she unfolds a piece of paper...
Happy Valentine's Jo! I fell in love today, for the first
She raises her slender hand to her mouth, she looks at the
large loose watch on her wrist, she starts to weep...
We begin to PULL BACK...
EXT. LONDON STREETS - NIGHT
Darkness. Flares in the sky.
And somewhere in this twilight city:
BOOM -- BOOM -- BOOM -- BOOM -- BOOM -- BOOM -- BOOM -- BOOM --
and on and on and then...
FADE TO WHITE.