NINETY SECONDS
Logline: A getaway driver with ninety seconds on the clock recognises the man she is being paid to save.
INT. STOLEN ESTATE CAR – MULTI-STOREY CAR PARK – NIGHT
Rain on the windscreen. The engine idles. NADIA, 30s, both hands on the wheel, watches the stairwell door in the mirror. A digital clock on the dash reads 01:30 and falls.
The rear door bangs open. A MAN drops into the back seat, hood up, holdall clutched to his chest.
MAN
Go. Go, go —
Nadia pulls out. Second gear. She glances at the mirror. The hood slips.
She sees his face. Her foot comes off the accelerator.
NADIA
Tarek.
He goes very still.
TAREK
(quietly)
Keep driving.
NADIA
Mum kept your room. Eleven years, she kept your —
TAREK
Nadia. Keep driving.
The clock reads 00:14. Headlights flood the mirror behind them.
Nadia looks at her brother. Then at the ramp. Then she takes the exit the wrong way.
CUT TO BLACK.


