Darrell Alden
- I am a full-time thriller writer, screenwriter, and award-winning writer/director.
- I am a former soldier and police officer, and much of my work is inspired by real-world events and personal experiences. My writing has been described as bold and uncompromising. My protagonists are often ‘everyman’ tales, and I enjoy writing Man vs Machinestories that reflect the struggles of ordinary people living in an uncertain and unforgiving world.
- My most recent film is An American Attorney in London, which has screened at the Raindance film festival in London, Festival of Cinema New York, Tri-Cities International Film Festival, Cinema on the Bayou Film Festival, Marina del Rey Film Festival, Orlando Film Festival, Queens World Film Festival, among other venues.
- I am currently working on my tenth novel, three of which have attracted the attention of major film and TV producers.
- I have developed treatments for an Oscar-winning producer.
- I am currently marketing my latest feature film script, Brutus.
South East
Robin Wade
Email: rw@rwla.co.uk
Tel: 0207 488 4171
Email: rw@rwla.co.uk
Tel: 0207 488 4171
My literary works include:
INVASION: DOWNFALL
INVASION: UPRISING
INVASION: FRONTLINE
INVASION: DELIVERANCE
INVASION: THE LOST CHAPTERS
THE HORSE AT THE GATES
THE ANGOLA DECEPTION
FORTRESS
END ZONE
UFO DOWN
Film:
An American Attorney on London
INVASION: DOWNFALL
INVASION: UPRISING
INVASION: FRONTLINE
INVASION: DELIVERANCE
INVASION: THE LOST CHAPTERS
THE HORSE AT THE GATES
THE ANGOLA DECEPTION
FORTRESS
END ZONE
UFO DOWN
Film:
An American Attorney on London
Books, Film
INTERVIEW ROOM - LATER
Small, stuffy, a table and four chairs, sound-proofed walls. A MAN (50’s), black hair, olive-skin, trimmed beard, dark suit over a white shirt, sits alone, still. This is MALIK.
Enter LEE DUFFY, (48) uniformed, burly, irritable. Duffy hates people, especially piss-taking foreigners. He slaps a legal pad on the table, shakes off his hi-vis coat, sits.
DUFFY:
I believe you’re travelling without a valid passport.
Malik says nothing. Duffy’s seen it all before.
DUFFY:
(rote)
If you cannot speak English an interpreter will be provided to you at the earliest opportunity. That could mean a period of detention before you’re processed. Do you understand?
Malik stares. Duffy clicks his pen, evaluates.
DUFFY:
I think you understand me perfectly well, chum. You probably think this country is a soft touch, right? That we roll out the red carpet for anyone who --
MALIK:
(over)
My name is Malik.
DUFFY:
See? That was easy enough.
MALIK:
And you are Lee Charles Duffy, delivered unto this world on the fifth night of Ha’raak.
(beat)
A child born of darkness.
(beat)
Now married to a whore.
DUFFY:
Excuse me?
Malik cocks his head, bird-like, stares into the distance.
MALIK:
Even now she lays with a man. They couple like wild beasts.
DUFFY:
What man?
MALIK:
A stranger. They are always strangers, no?
(beat)
He pleasures her in ways that you cannot. Your impotence has driven her into the arms of many.
DUFFY:
(stands, slams the table)
Shut your fucking mouth!
Malik’s hand whips out, grabs Duffy’s wrist.
DUFFY:
Hey! What are --
And Duffy freezes. The dead air THROBS with an unseen power. Duffy trembles, his eyes fixed on some unimaginable horror.
Beneath the table, urine runs over Duffy’s shoe.
DUFFY:
Please...
The overheads flicker and dim, then blaze back into life. Malik releases him. Duffy slumps back into his chair.
MALIK:
We must leave this place.
Duffy looks up. A dead-eyed automaton. He stands, leaves the room. Malik follows, slipping on Duffy’s hi-vis coat.
Small, stuffy, a table and four chairs, sound-proofed walls. A MAN (50’s), black hair, olive-skin, trimmed beard, dark suit over a white shirt, sits alone, still. This is MALIK.
Enter LEE DUFFY, (48) uniformed, burly, irritable. Duffy hates people, especially piss-taking foreigners. He slaps a legal pad on the table, shakes off his hi-vis coat, sits.
DUFFY:
I believe you’re travelling without a valid passport.
Malik says nothing. Duffy’s seen it all before.
DUFFY:
(rote)
If you cannot speak English an interpreter will be provided to you at the earliest opportunity. That could mean a period of detention before you’re processed. Do you understand?
Malik stares. Duffy clicks his pen, evaluates.
DUFFY:
I think you understand me perfectly well, chum. You probably think this country is a soft touch, right? That we roll out the red carpet for anyone who --
MALIK:
(over)
My name is Malik.
DUFFY:
See? That was easy enough.
MALIK:
And you are Lee Charles Duffy, delivered unto this world on the fifth night of Ha’raak.
(beat)
A child born of darkness.
(beat)
Now married to a whore.
DUFFY:
Excuse me?
Malik cocks his head, bird-like, stares into the distance.
MALIK:
Even now she lays with a man. They couple like wild beasts.
DUFFY:
What man?
MALIK:
A stranger. They are always strangers, no?
(beat)
He pleasures her in ways that you cannot. Your impotence has driven her into the arms of many.
DUFFY:
(stands, slams the table)
Shut your fucking mouth!
Malik’s hand whips out, grabs Duffy’s wrist.
DUFFY:
Hey! What are --
And Duffy freezes. The dead air THROBS with an unseen power. Duffy trembles, his eyes fixed on some unimaginable horror.
Beneath the table, urine runs over Duffy’s shoe.
DUFFY:
Please...
The overheads flicker and dim, then blaze back into life. Malik releases him. Duffy slumps back into his chair.
MALIK:
We must leave this place.
Duffy looks up. A dead-eyed automaton. He stands, leaves the room. Malik follows, slipping on Duffy’s hi-vis coat.