‘Course I came. You’re my mate.
Here’s a short piece written in script format, titled , as requested. It’s a dialogue-driven scene between two characters navigating a late-night bus ride through South London. SOUTH LONDON 2
Listen. South London’s not a blood test. It’s not a strip of land on Google Maps. It’s this. 2AM. The N bus. The sound of a souped-up Corsa backfiring on Walworth Road. It’s your nan sending you back to the shop because they gave her the wrong yam. - South London 2 SCRIPT
Don’t be soft. Pay for my wings.
Exactly. You’re South when you know which chicken shop stays open till 4. When you can tell the difference between a police siren and an ambulance siren. When you’ve walked home from the station with your keys in your fist just in case. ‘Course I came
Where are we?
The doors open onto a wet pavement. Streetlight gold on black tarmac. A distant sound of music from a basement flat. It’s not a strip of land on Google Maps
Jay stands. Kai follows. They hover by the rear doors.
They step off together.
Jay looks at Kai. Something softens in his face.
That I’m dead. Probably. Don’t care.