“My name Is Bruno Edwards, and im a dead man.” Bruno walks up a street on an incline in his mining boots and a large over coat. Its Britain in the 1950s in a mining town. His boots make loud clomping sounds as he steps. He passes a café full of big to do people “If I see one more fat cat richy rich bastard smoking a cigar in a coffee shop ill probably loose my fuckin marbles”. Bruno walks past and stops at a street corner and lights a cigarette. “I remember saying that to myself yesterday” Bruno looks down the street then down the other end. “I wasn’t always a sour puss ye see, I used to be one of em” He turns back to the coffee shop he just passed only this time he trodds a little faster as he gets close to the door way he produces a maltov cocktail from his over coat, lights the kerosene soaked cloth with his cigarette and throws it through the doorway. He bursts out running loosing his coat as a woman screams and the doorway explodes in red heat and flames in the cold London breeze. “but now I hunt em” Bruno turns a corner and is down an alley. “Like I said though things used to be different, well not too different, I was always a scumbag, but back then I didn’t think I was” Flash back scene of bruno as a wealthy man with his suit on and a cigar in his mouth. “my name used to be Nathan Edwards, the chairmen of the board for one of the leading mining companies owned by my father. I was a university graduate so I didn’t do much grunt work in my younger years. I was taught to be snotty from birth and I was snotty. My mother and father died when I was 24 and I inherited all of their riches and took my father’s place as president of his mining corporation. I can remember barking orders at workers slaving on the factory floors. I often demanded and threatened honest hardworking people when things weren’t to my satisfaction.”
Show a montage of Nathan doing horrible things to workers slaving.
“ my company polluted more under my years of power then any other time in the history of its establishment. People were dying of illness or suffering from disabilities because of my factories’ output of air and water pollution, which the board and myself were very aware of.” Show a montage of pollution and ill people. I was a monster until one night when I was making my rounds to check for any bodies or injured workers around my factory I saw a dead man with his arms twisted up in a machine. I walked up close to check his workers ID and was dumb struck by his face, he looked exactly like me. I searched his jacket for his id and it said “Bruno Edwards” . Turns out dad had mistresses and bruno here was my step brother. I fell to my knees in Bruno’s pool of blood as if it were my own. All the horrors I committed finally hit me like a brick load of regret. It seemed that Bruno was my innocence, and I murdered it.” Next scene is Bruno back in the alley way he’s sitting against a brick wall with his cigarette in his mouth and another moltav cocktail in his hands. Down the alley is the sound of dogs barking and police men yelling, “down here! He ran down this way!” “I guess I never really considered myself until my own dead eyes stared me back in the face” he lights the kerosene soaked cloth with his cigarette “and so now im a dead man”
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