S1, 17 That Fateful Night (FB) (January 21, 2015)

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**13th May 2086**

\*The front door opens and a man, a woman and a child enter. They are well dressed and all in a good mood. The young child, a boy, is very tired. They enter the living area of their penthouse apartment.\*

Lana Foster: “That really was a fantastic show!”

Jeremy Foster: “I agree. The staging was perfect and the acting was truly divine.”

The three of them laugh and talk more about the performance they have just returned from as they remove their coats and Jeremy hangs them up.

The young boy sits on the sofa.

Lana: “Come on Frank. It’s well past your bed time.”

Frank: “But Mum! *Pleeeease* can I stay up a bit longer?”

Lana: “No! I know you don’t have school tomorrow but still, you know how you get when you’re tired. Now go on, go and brush your teeth and put on your pyjamas.”

The boy groaned and hung his head as his mother lifted him gently from the couch and gave him a nudge towards the door to the hallway as his father walked in to join them.

Frank: “Will you read me a story?” he asked, turning back to his mother who had just wrapped her arms tenderly around her husband’s neck.

Lana: “Yes of course. Now go on, before I change my mind.”

She smiled lovingly at her son and he turned back towards the door. As he did so, he noticed one of the curtains for the floor-to-ceiling windows flapping gently in a breeze.

He glanced back as he reached the doorway and saw his parents kissing, their arms tightly wrapped around each other. The curtain had settled down now. He left the room and did as he had been asked. He ran to the bathroom and brushed his teeth as fast as he could, eager to hear his mother tell him a story.

Once he was done, he ran into his bedroom, threw off his smart clothes, leaving them in a pile on his bed and pulled on his pyjamas, before running back to the living room.

Frank: “I’ve finished!” he said happily as he arrived at the far end of the ‘L’ shaped room. But the smile vanished from his face as he realised something was wrong.

Frank: “Mummy? Daddy?” he asked warily as his eyes fell upon their bodies, laying unmoving on the ground behind the sofa.

Frank: “Mummy, you’re scaring me.”

Cautiously he moved a little bit closer towards them and that was when he noticed the blood seeping into the carpet around them and the knives protruding from both of their backs.

Frank: ”*MUMMY*!”

He dropped to his knees and pulled the knife out of his mother. He held it for a second with trembling hands, not knowing what to do, before dropping it and then doing the same with his father.

At that moment, the front door was heard to open and a woman’s voice call out,

Voice: “Hello? It’s Gina! Is everything okay, I heard shouting?”

Gina, a lady getting on in her years, was the Foster family’s cleaner who lived in the apartment below theirs, in order for her to be available 24/7. She walked up the corridor and looked into the living room and gasped.

Gina: “Oh my goodness!”

At the far end of the room knelt Frank, crying, a bloodied knife in his hands and both of his parents dead in front of him.

Gina: “Frank, what have you done?” she cried out and turned and ran from the apartment to grab her phone.

Less than half an hour later, the police had cordoned off the building and had swarmed the apartment. The Fosters were prolific figures in the city and their deaths had come as a great shock. The police were keeping it under wraps for the time being but it wouldn’t be long before the news of their murders escaped to the newspapers.

A terrified Frank watched on as the men in uniform examined the bodies and put little markers with numbers on around the crime scene. He hugged himself and tears ran silently down his face as he watched his parent’s bodies be examined for any clues. Meanwhile, the police had interviewed Gina who had told them exactly what she had seen.

Policeman: “Frank Foster?”

Frank nodded slowly.

Policeman: “You’re coming with us.”

Frank: “What’s going on?” he asked as handcuffs were placed around his wrists.

Policeman: “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of justice.”

Frank: “But I didn’t do anything! *MUM! DAD!*”

And so the young boy was led away for questioning on suspicion of double murder, his mind jumbled and confused…

…and all thoughts about an innocent, lone curtain flapping in a breeze vanished from his mind.

BONUS PICTURES:

An alternative shot for picture number 4.

An alternative shot for the final picture.

The apartment from above. I will release a separate moc soon showing the apartment in more detail, so keep an eye out for that.

Some of the details.

Some more of the details.

As my series is going to be jumping around though time, I will include a date on each episode and add it to the timeline at the end of each episode so that you can follow it.

TIMELINE