#*dimitry volkov-markos

Lena waits impatiently in a quiet parking garage.

[TXT] (DV // 06:19): bridgeview. 2PM.

[TXT] (LENA // 13:57) here. [sent 12mins ago]

Dimitry enters the car

(Lena): You’re late.

(Dimitry): I’m busy. 

Lena kisses her teeth. 

(Lena): Spice district. Start talking.

(Dimitry): What makes you think I’ve got shit to say?

(Lena): Do I look like a dickhead to you?

(Dimitry): [Sighing] Look, I don’t have time for this Lena. I don’t know shit and even if I did I’m not a fucking snitch.

(Lena): No, you’re a rat. So do what you do best and name your price.

(Dimitry): It’s not worth the risk.

(Lena): The fuck are you on about?

(Dimitry): Lena, you've got no idea what’s coming. I’m not gonna stay down in the mud when I can get to the high rise. Whatever moves you’re planning won’t matter. If these lot get their way, you’ll just have to fall in line.

A tense silence falls. It’s broken by Lena’s phone buzzing.

[TXT] (AMARA // 14:18) Have you left yet? 

(Lena): [To Dimitry] Get out.

(Dimitry): I’m going…but don’t shoot the messenger, yeah? I’m doing you a favour.

[Night. Max’s phone vibrates] [Max sleeps soundly, Lena texts silently]

[From: Jacqui: Sorry to msg so late love but d'ya mind coming in a bit early tomorrow? Need to have a quick chat x]

[To ‘DV’: We need to talk]

****

(???): Hannah I’ve been impressed with your work so far, but for this next phase, we needed to increase our numbers. Dimitry will help you do that.

[lena looks both ways before forcing the door open]

[The flat is largely empty, save for one room. Inside is a corkboard with a map, scraps of documents and a phone number for a MR S. A FIGURE APPEARS BEHIND LENA, A GUN COCKS.]

[LENA SLOWLY TURNS AROUND, TO FACE DIMITRI]

(DIMITRY): You shouldn’t be here.

(LENA): Dimitry…don’t do something you’ll regret.

(DIMITRY): The fuck are y-

[LENA’S ON HIM LIKE A FLASH, SHE QUICKLY DISARMS HIM AND TURNS THE TABLES.]

[PRESENT DAY]

(ROY): Is he alive?

(LENA): Just about. You’ve got about 10 seconds to start talking before you end up in the same position.

(ROY): [Sighing] This was never about you Lena. You shouldn’t have been caught up in the crosshairs. If I had my way you would have been clued in from the start, but your brother-

(LENA): My brother?

(ROY): Yeah. Look, I can get him here tonight. Maybe even before, but you have to trust me.

(LENA): And if I don’t?

(ROY): It won’t stop what’s coming, but it’ll leave you in a shit situation. That isn’t a threat. It’s just how it is.

(LENA): …Alright, fuck it. You’ve got until sunset to bring him to me, and if you try to screw me in any way, shape or form, it won’t matter what’s in the future, ‘cause you won’t fucking have one.

[SHE LEAVES, SLAMMING THE DOOR BEHIND HER, ROY QUICKLY MAKES A CALL]

[...]

*written in british dialect*

*BUSY BAR SOUNDS, POP MUSIC PLAYING*

(AISH) Dimi wait man! Stop walking away!

(DIMITRY): You’re late.

(ROY): Now that’s a Scott scowl if I ever saw one.

 What is this?

(ROY): Oh come now Lena…is that any way to greet an old friend? 

(LENA): Stop chatting shit Roy. Tell me why I’m here. 

(ROY): Your lot never could take a joke. I can tell you’re on one today so I’ll make this quick. Just because you’re living in your brother’s penthouse, it doesn’t mean you’re him. you know full well that there’s a proper way to do things.

(LENA): You know that’s not why-

(ROY): Regardless. It’s best not to piss off the powers that be. So I’m gonna do you a favour. You’ll continue doing jobs with Dimitry here and I’ll do my best to still any waves your continued presence could make.

(LENA): What kind of jobs?

(ROY): Collections…security nothing too crazy. Pay’s 10%.

(LENA): Do I look like a dickhead to you? Actually you know what, fuck this and fuck you.

(DIMITRY): You’re embarrassing yourself Lena.

(AISH) Max I-

(MAX) Go inside. I’ll deal with you later. 

(DIMITRY) Go on. Listen to your owner innit.

(MAX) *kisses teeth* Fuck off Dimitry. Don’t let me find you here again.

(DIMITRY) Or what?

(MAX) Pray you don’t find out.