*12th October*
*Train Station*
"What d'you mean..."

"there's no ready car?" Sir Jeffrey asked, talking on the phone.
A well dressed middle aged bussines man as he walks across the concourse of a busy London railway station.

*Office*
"He went to Waterloo" Helen stated as she paced around the room, a phone held against her ear.
"I'm so sorry" Helen apologies to the man.

*Train Station*
"Get a cab"

"I never get cabs" Sir Jeffrey admitted, frustrated.

*Office*
Helen looks around furtively, making sure that nobody is within earshot.
Then speaks quietly into the phone, "I love you" she told him.

*Train Station*
"When?" Sir Jeffrey teasingly asked her with a grin.

*Office*
Giggle

"Get a cab!" Helen replied and...

Click!

*Train Station*
Click!

Sir Jefferson smiles and put away his phone before exiting the train station.

*Office*
Sir Jefferson's sitting on the floor, by the window of an office many storeys above ground.
He went and unscrews the lid of a small glass bottle, containing three large capsules.
Sir Jefferson tip one of the capsules and stares ahead of himself.
His eyes widened and became suddenly afraid.
He went and puts the capsule into his mouth...

Gasp!...Gasp!

Sir Jefferson writhed on the floor in agony and pain, twisting into odd and terrible angles.

Sir Jefferson dead body lying on the floor of a empty room.

*Police Press Conference*

Snap!...Snap!

"My husband was a happy man..." Margaret, Sir Jefferson wife begin to say as she sat down at a long table.
"who lived life to the full" she said as a police officer sat on the left and a solicitor to the right.
"He loved his family and his work" Margaret stated, tearfully as she read the paper of her statement.
"And that he should have taken his own life in his way is a mystery and a shock to all who known him" she tells him before...

Sobbing...Sobbing

Standing at one side of the room, Helen tries to keep control of her feeling.
But eventually closes her eyes and lets the tears roll down her face.

*26th November*
*Street* *Night*
Footsteps...Footsteps

Two boys in their late teen are running along the sidewalk, pouring down with heavy rain.
Gary opened a fold-up umbrella and trying to keep it under control in the wind as Jimmy has his jacket over his head.

"Yes!"

A black cab approached them with its yellow sign, lit to show that it's avaliable for hire.
"Yes, yes, taxi, yes!" Jimmy called as he whistle...whistle and waves to the vehicle.

But...

The taxi went and drove past them, Groan
"I'll be back in two minutes, mate" Jimmy told Garry as he turns and starts headed back in the direction he just came from.
"What?" Gary asked in confusion as he turn around.
But before he could say anything, Jimmy was gone.

Gary standing in the rain with one hand carrying the umbrella and the other looking down at his watch.
He suddenly becomes worried for his friend and that he's been gone for too long.
Gary turns around and heads back in pursuit of his friends.

*Sport Centre*
Sobbing...Sobbing

Jimmy sitting down, clutching a small glass bottle.
Containing three large capsules as he went and unscrews the lid, his hands shaking.

Sobbing...Sobbing

Sitting on a window ledge, overlooking a sport courts.

*27th January*
*Hall*
Music...Music

A party is being held here as a large poster showed a photograph of the guest of honour.

Your Local MP
Beth Davenport
Junior Ministry for Transport

*Room*
Music...Music

A woman exited the room and walked over to where a man is standing at the bar.

Sigh

"Is she still dancing?" the man asks her and sip on his drink.
"Yeah, if you can call it that" the woman replied with a sigh, rolling her eyes.
"Anyway, did you get the car keys off her?" he asked and the woman held up them.
"Got em out of her bags" she stated and threw the keys towards the man.
He caught the keys and smiles in satisfaction before sipping his drink.

"Excuse me"

The two turn to see a woman coming over, "Have you seen Beth?" she asked in concerned and they looked at each other.

*Outside*
Beth is standing at the side of a car, searching through her handbag through the keys.

Sigh

Beth couldn't find them and looks around, helplessly.

*Portacabin* *Building Site*

Sobbing...Sobbing

As Beth continues to cry, she reaches out a trembling hand towards a small glass bottle which contains three large capsules.