More rugby/slasher mayhem.
UTTERLY RUCKED 04London KEAs logo by Guy Landry
by David Tulloch
A page of small frames with no people shown.
The door of the men's toilet of the hotel bar, the international symbol for a men's toilet visible.
(from inside) "Come-on Cheryl. Put some effort into it."
Inside the men's toilets, focusing on a closed (and locked) stall from which sounds are coming from.
(from stall): "This isn't easy, Hooky. I've got no room in here."
The rest of the page is just the toilet stall door. You can play around with zooms and angles if you want, or just repeat.
(from stall) "Could you at least move over a bit, so I can have some space."
(from stall): "How's that?"
(from stall): "It'll do. Why do you bastards always picked confined spaces to do this?"
(from stall): "'Cause we like a tight head. Giddit? Tight head."
(from stall): "I just fuck rugby players, Hooky. I don't actually understand the damn game."
(from stall): "You're a classy lady, Cheryl. All class."
(from stall): Mmmmm.
(from stall): Oh yeah ... oh god, yeah!
(from stall): Yeeeeessssss!
TITLES: UTTERLY RUCKED
Part Four: Tight Head
The two of them leaving the men's toilets, Hooky, the hooker (No. 2) with a smug smile. Cheryl, the wife of the referee, looking a bit worse for wear.
Cheryl: "I may not have class, but I get the job done."
Hooky: "Hell yeah."
At the hotel bar.
Hooky ordering drinks from the barman, with Cheryl chiming in.
Hooky: "A pint and a ... "
Cheryl: "... vokda-tonic."
Small frame of Hooky gulping down his beer.
Hooky looking satisfied.
Hooky: "I needed that."
Cheryl: "The beer or the BJ?"
Hooky: "Both. With both Shorty and Chopper biting the big one things are a bit tense around here. You're a lifesaver, Cheryl. Even if you don't know a tighthead from a tapkick."
Hooky pointing out the tighthead prop, Tank (No.3 jersey) to Cheryl.
Cheryl: "Buy me another, Hooky, and you can start teaching me."
Hooky: "Get Tank over here to buy you one. He's the tighthead prop, and he's just as tense as I was."
Cheryl: "Jeez, Hooky, I'm not a machine."
Hooky: "He'll buy you a double. Or even a triple."
Cheryl downing the rest of her single vodka-tonic.
Cheryl: "Well, I guess I can take one for the team."
Large panel of Patton addressing the hotel bar room filled with beer drinking London Kea's, and the ever present Burnsie.
Patton: "So we're all strongly advised to stay put in the hotel, and stick together."
Patton: "You're all sharing rooms, so make sure you know where your roommate is come closing time."
(teammate): "But, Captain ... we wanted to go out for a curry."
Patton: "You can order in ... there's menus in your rooms."
Patton: "Don't go and do anything stupid. If we lose anymore of you we won't be able to field a full team for our first match."
Rufus "Tank" Girlwood, the tighthead prop, meets a sticky end.
"Huh? Where am I?"
POV (point of view) of the victim, Rufus "Tank" Girlwood, No.3, tighthead prop. Some light in the panel, and a hazy vision of a person (slight build) in a baseball cap, so we have no idea who it is. There is a bright light from an unshielded lightbulb that makes it hard for Tank to see clearly.
"Who are you?"
The POV vision slowly clearing, but the figure is moving out of frame (only the back shown).
"Why can't I move my head?"
Large frame to finish the page showing Rufus "Tank" Girlwood with his head in a vice in what appears to be a tool/utility room. This is the tool room the hotel has for the janitor to make running repairs on various things. Tank's head is in what is a large vice, his ears being squashed by the sides. We can see the number 3 on the back of his jersey.
6/1 Hands, feminine but not made up on the handle of the vice turning it a little
Tank (off) "Jeez-us H. Christ, that hurts."
Badly lit and acute angled closeup of the killer, so we get no details as to who it might be.
Tank's head in the vice, the handle being turned, blood trickling from the sides of his head.
Tank: "Cheryl ... is that you, love?"
The killer, again poorly lit so we can't see, twisting the handle hard. Tank screaming.
Killer: "Don't you dare call me that!"
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