• Jessie Wolf

Secrets and Tyres

INT. CAR, TRAVELLING AT SPEED. NIGHT

(Alex, an athletic 18 year old boy, is driving fast. He has a

white knuckled grip on the steering wheel, looking

steadfastly out the front window. Daniel, a dark and

handsome 17 year old boy, is in the passenger seat, upset.)

DANIEL

Slow down

(Car speeds up.)

DANIEL

Please...

ALEX

You... You can't just say crap like

that!

DANIEL

I know... I, I'm sorry... Just slow

down, ok? You'll get us both

killed.

ALEX

(snaps)

Isn't that what you want?

DANIEL

What? No... Of course not.

ALEX

(continuing to accelerate

as his anger builds)

But it is, isn't it? That's what

you said. That you don't want to be

here anymore.

DANIEL

(looking towards Alex.

Speaking quietly)

That's not... I don't...

ALEX

(Angrily looks at Daniel)

You don't what?

DANIEL

(Towards the side window)

Not you.

Alex glances to Daniel, unsure. Daniel is turned towards the

side window. Alex grips the wheel tighter, willing himself

to calm down, blushing slightly.

ALEX

Tell me why.

DANIEL

(sneaking glances at

Alex)

I... Can't.

ALEX

It makes no sense. You have

everything...

DANIEL

(mumbles)

Not everything.

ALEX

(cont'd)

Popular. Top grades. Great family.

Good looking... (clears throat) Any

girl you could want.

DANIEL

(peering at Alex)

You wouldn't understand.

ALEX

(still accelerating,

looking more at Daniel

than the road)

Try me! You think I don't care?!

Won't understand?! Do you have any

idea? I've been... We've been best

mates for 9 years.

DANIEL

I shouldn't have said...

ALEX

(shouting over him)

Don't you dare! You don't get to

tell me you want to kill yourself

and then tell me I wouldn't

understand!

DANIEL

I can't... It's just too much...

And if people found out... I'm...

It's not... My parents... And I...

ALEX

(turned towards him,

eager to hear)

You can tell me. I know we don't

really talk about this kind of

stuff but you can tell me anything.

DANIEL

(turns towards the

window)

...I

(Horns blare. Both boys turn to look out the window and see

headlights coming towards them. Alex spins the wheel,

veering the car off the road. There is a crash.)


EXT. DITCH AT SIDE OF ROAD. NIGHT.

(The car is lying on it's side. Daniel, covered in cuts, is

pulling Alex free of the car. He is deeply wounded, unable

to move on his own. His eyes are open but is struggling to

breathe. There are onlookers at the top of the ditch.

Someone has called an ambulance.)

DANIEL

(pleading)

Please... Alex, stay with me, man.

(Daniel has Alex's head in his lap and is bent over him

holding the cut to stop the bleeding.)

DANIEL

I'm so sorry. I don't want to lose

you... I don't want you to die.

(Alex lifts his hand to Daniel's shirt front and clasps it,

looking Daniel dead in the eye. Daniel leans down to hear

him.)

ALEX

(almost inaudibly)

Tell me why.

DANIEL

(crying)

I'm... I'm gay.

(Alex smiles faintly, then pulls his shirt closer until their

lips meet.)

ALEX

(faintly)

I'm glad.

(Alex closes his eyes. Daniel grips him, head lowered over

him, sobbing uncontrollably.)

DANIEL

(softly)

I'm sorry...

(Sirens are heard and red and blue flashes over the scene.)

THE END

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