Promise me Forever

[Gemini16]

Hi
This is my first script on here. It's about Den and Chrissie. Here's Part 1. Enjoy!

(It's 20 minutes before opening time at The Vic'. Den and Chrissie are having a row.)

Den: Chrissie, I love you, can't you see that?!

Chrissie: You are having an affair with Sam Mitchell, am I honestly so bad that you have to go to someone else?!

(Tears fill Chrissie's eyes.)

Den: What happened was a business deal.

Chrissie: I'm sick and tired of your lies, Den!

(Chrissie grabs her coat and silk scarf and walks out.)

(2 hours later Chrissie still has returned, suddenly there is a deafening crash.)

Den: What the!

(Den and some locals rush outside; the Car Lot has collapsed and is in flames.)

(Several residents scream and panic.)

Alfie: Calm down, everyone, someone call the Fire Brigade!

(Den suddenly sees something peeping out the wreckage, he runs over and picks it up, to Den's horror it's Chrissie's silk scarf. Fear grips Den as he realises Chrissie must be somewhere in wreckage, possibly dead, Den looks frantically, he calls out both in fear and in worry.)

Den: Chrissie!

[Scofish]

Really good start - sounds promising

[Gemini16]

Here's PART 2.

(Den is still searching frantically for Chrissie, suddenly Den sees Chrissie stumbling over the wreckage, Chrissie's face and legs are bleeding. Den runs over to Chrissie, she falls into his arms, Den's voice is choked with tears as Chrissie trembles against him.)

Den: Oh Chrissie, darlin'.

(Den starts kissing Chrissie.)

Den: I was so worried about you.

(Den holds Chrissie's face in his hands.)

Chrissie: Den, babe, I'm so sorry.

(Den hugs Chrissie tightly.)

Den: You've got nothing to be sorry about...I'm the one
who should be saying sorry, I've treated you so badly....oh Chrissie I'm so glad you're safe.

(Den kisses Chrissie's head, Chrissie starts to cry.)

Den: Come on...it's okay, you're safe now...shhhhhhhhhhhh!

(Chrissie starts to choke.)

Den: Chrissie, what's wrong?!

(Chrissie continues to choke; suddenly she collapses in Den's arms.)

[Gemini16]

Enjoy!

PART 3

(Chrissie is lying limply in Den's arms.)

Den: Chrissie, Chrissie, darlin', speak to me.

(Den quickly phones an Ambulance.)

(45 minutes later Chrissie's in hospital, Den is waiting anxiously for news, a doctor comes up to him.)

Den: Is Chrissie okay, can I see her?!

Doctor: Calm down, Mr. Watts, your wife has suffered smoke inhalation and multiple cuts and bruises…but her outlook is good.

Den: Can I see her?

Doctor: Of course.

(The doctor leads Den into a room, a look of shock
comes to Den's face, Chrissie looks more like she's been in 10 rounds with Andy Hunter's heavies than a fire, tubes and drains are everywhere, machines beeping.)

Doctor: I'll leave you for a few minutes.

(Den sits on a chair by Chrissie's bed, Den holds Chrissie's hand and gently strokes her face, Den is suddenly overcome with emotion and starts to weep.)

Den: Oh Chrissie, darlin'...I've been so stupid, why would I want Sam Mitchell when I've got you, I realise that now... I need you...please don't die.....I love you Chrissie…more than you'll ever know....

(Den's voice cracks as he finishes the sentence, he starts to cry...suddenly Chrissie's eyes flutter open, her voice slightly croaky.)

Chrissie: Den?

Den: Chrissie, you're okay!

(Den kisses Chrissie's forehead.)

Chrissie: W - what happened?

Den: Don't worry about that now.

Chrissie: Den, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have shouted at you earlier, I love you…you know that, don't you?

Den: Of course I do, I love you too, don't upset yourself...just rest.

(Den turns away, his shoulders shaking.)

Chrissie: What's wrong?

(Chrissie gently touches Den's arm.)

(Den looks at Chrissie, tears streaming down his face,
Den's voice choked with tears.)

Den: Oh Chrissie...I was so afraid I'd lost you.

(Den tries to keep his composure, he can't. Den starts to cry quietly.)

Chrissie: Oh, Den, babe...come here..

(Chrissie leans up and puts her arms around Den; he sobs into Chrissie's shoulder.)

Chrissie: Its okay...shhhhh.

[Gemini16]

Sorry it's been so long!
Anyway, here's Part 4.

(Chrissie was eventually allowed home after the Car Lot fire.)

(A few months later.)

(Chrissie is doing the washing up; Den has his arms wrapped around Chrissie’s waist.)

Chrissie: Den?

Den: Yes, my darling?

Chrissie: I was thinking, maybe we should go on holiday for a week or two, you know recharge our batteries.

Den: Sounds a good idea.

Chrissie: Great. I’ll go and pick up some brochures from the travel agents tomorrow

(Den and Chrissie kiss.)

(A few weeks later. Chrissie and Den have returned from their holiday in Portugal. Chrissie has already gone up to the flat. It’s 10 minutes before opening time.)

Sharon: So did you enjoy your holiday? 2 weeks of sun, sea and sand?

Den: Yeah. Chrissie was a bit off colour for the last few days.

Sharon: Oh, poor thing.

Den: It’s probably a bit of food poisoning.

(A few days later.)

(Chrissie’s still feeling ill.)

Den: Chrissie, do you want me to call a doctor?

Chrissie: No, no. I’ll be downstairs in 10 minutes.

(The next day, it’s 25 minutes before opening time.)

Den: I’m starting to think Chrissie’s got something worse than food poisoning.

Sharon: Why do you say that?

Den: Well we’ve been back almost a week and Chrissie doesn’t seem to be any better.

(A voice is heard.)

?: Or it could just be that your wife is pregnant Den?

(Sharon look over to the door that leads to the flat, Chrissie is standing there, smiling.)

Den: That’s fantastic!

(Den goes over and hugs Chrissie happily then sweeps her off her feet.)

Sharon: Congratulations.

(Sharon leaves.)

Den: How far along are you, Chrissie?

Chrissie: Roughly 2 months.

(Den and Chrissie kiss.)