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INT. CUBA STREET - INNER CITY APARTMENT - LIFT
Beth watches the ascending numbers GLOW above her.
Graffiti. A puddle in the corner of the lift. URINE.
Remains of a rotting TAKE AWAY MEAL.
The LIFT BELL DINGS as it hits the tenth floor. The doors
open and Beth steps out into a DIMLY LIT HALLWAY.
INT. INNER CITY APARTMENT - HALLWAY
Several children and adults wander or slouch down the
corridor. Their RAGGED CLOTHING reflects their squalid
conditions.
A FLUORO TUBE LIGHT FLICKERS, battling to stay on.
Graffiti covers the damaged walls.
WATER DRIPS from the ceiling into an old PAINT BUCKET.
Suddenly, as Beth walks past, a male squatter lurches out
at her. She swipes back, pushing him over against the
wall. The assailant falls into a large hole in the wall,
awkwardly trying to get to his feet again.
Discarded SYRINGES. Torn open rubbish bags.
A MANGY DOG drags a RUBBISH BAG around a corner.
Beth quickens her pace, looking for room numbers, she
retrieves the piece of PAPER, examines it.
BETH’S POV - CORRIDOR
A man wrapped up in a SLEEPING BAG. A concrete stairwell
beyond him. Metal RAILING cut and bent out dangerously.
BETH
Jackson. The Jacksons?
The man points a GLOVED finger up the stairwell.
BACK TO SCENE
Beth reaches inside her ANORAK, pulls out a RUSTED CAN of
peaches and hands it to the man. He smiles gratefully
through broken and black teeth.
INT. INNER CITY APARTMENT - HALLWAY
Rough, this corridor at least has some semblance of order.