The scene opens up late in the evening within Logan Neilson’s New York apartment. The camera pans around bring Logan into view, pacing back and forth while on his cell phone; deep in conversation.

(Logan): So how is she doing?

He picks up an already opened can of Irn-Bru from the table, pausing while the other caller speaks.

(Logan): Aye well that’s good. She’s had some few weeks like.

A sound of conformity comes from the cell.

(Logan): Aye am just chilling at my abode wi Ally...... She’s just in shower the now.

He walks over and stands behind the couch, picking up a bra that is hanging over the back of it, before tossing it away.

(Logan): ####in’ right mate, Havoc was mental. Just wish Butch could’ve kept his eye on the ball….. ####in’ McNeil’s cronies helping him out, I had that bastard right where I wanted him!!

A consoling voice comes over the phone, while Logan sips from his can.

(Logan): Aye I will! Next time he’ll be left in a puddle of his own pish!!

A loud burst of laughter is heard on the line, and Logan starts pacing again as his friend continues the conversation. Suddenly the shower stops and a clink of the metal hooks as the shower curtain is drawn back.

(Logan): Aye mate, well sounds like Ally’s all done so I better go. If I dinnae talk tae ye before Havoc, good luck……….. Aye ye take care mate…….. Bye.

He closes his cell phone and puts it onto the table, drains his can and tosses it into a small aluminium waste bin, punching the air in celebration. At that second Ally walks into the living area wrapped in a towel, her hair still wet from the shower and a puzzled look on her face.

(Ally): Who were you talking to?

(Logan): Heinrich called, just man banter honey.

(Ally): Oh okay, did he say how Vanessa is doing? She’s so sweet.

(Logan): Aye she’s gonnae be fine.

(Ally): That’s good to hear.

She wraps a smaller towel around her hair… in that weird way that girls do.

(Ally): Sweetie, where is the hair dryer?

A blank expression crosses Logans face as he looks over his shoulder aimlessly for a few seconds before eventually shrugging.

(Logan): Err… Where ever ye left it?

(Ally): Nooo, I left it in the bedroom and its not there.

(Logan): Well… did ye check…. The… other place it’s kept?

Ally rolls her eyes and storms off towards the bedroom to look again.

(Logan): Just use a towel! Or just leave it! ... Ha-ha I love yer curls!

Ally’s head pops back round the doorway, scowling.

(Ally): Oh my god, you are such a man!

Logan looks more amused as Ally starts to turn the apartment upside-down looking for the hair dryer.

(Logan): Oh yeah… I took it through to the bathroom for you…Ye know how I hate the racket it makes.

Ally smiles at him before tossing a cushion from the sofa at him, then heads towards the bath room.

(Ally): Is annoying me your way of dealing with your losing streak!

She turns and sticks her tongue out at him.

(Logan): Ooooh, Meow!

He follows her towards the bathroom.

(Logan): Well ye won’t have tae deal wi it for long.

(Ally): Aww hun, don’t worry I love you anyway.

She pats him on the cheek patronizingly then slams the bathroom door in his face.

(Logan): Hey! I got screwed by that #### McNeil and his ####ing, shitter, bastarding, cum-stains!

(Ally): Watch your language honey or you’ll be sleeping on the couch…. In fact if you get beat by Angelus Payne you’ll be sleeping on the couch too! Ha-ha!

Laughing to herself Ally turns on the hair dryer so she is deaf to Logan’s onslaught.

(Logan): Naw! #### that! .... Oh aye that’s right ignore me.

He bangs on the door.

(Logan): I won’t be bribed with sex!! I’ll kick that little baw sack all over the arena! Make an example of Mr Payne, which McNeil can’t ignore! I’ll backhand him into next week!

He walks back to the couch sitting, pretending to sulk and muttering to himself.

(Logan): Not even listening to me…. Cannae kick me out my own bed… I’ll show her…

He sits for a moment longer pondering his recent performances in the H-W-A ring, after 30 seconds or so elapses he shrugs, certain he has nothing to be ashamed of. He bends down picks up his X-box 360 controller and plays out a FIFA ’10 match on X-box Live. He selects Hearts and his opponent selects Inter Milan. Logan curses his opponent for picking a 5 star team but within 15 minutes (FIFA minutes) of the match he is 1-0 up thanks to a goal from Andy Driver. Another 5 minutes pass with nothing of note happening except a yellow card to Ismaël Bouzid, much to Logans amusement. Suddenly Inter’s Wesley Sneijder breaks through and lashes the ball high into the net. The match continues with Arvydas Novikovas hitting the post just before half time. The second half starts and almost immediately Inter’s Goran Pandev is booked for scything down Lee Wallace. Logan protests to the cyber referee for a red card before settling down again. Meanwhile Ally appears from the bathroom and heads to the bedroom to get changed. He smiles at her as she passes before his bringing his attention back to the game. On the 62nd minute Heart’s Suso Santana skips past an Inter defender and fires the ball goalwards only for the ‘keeper to deny him with a great save. The game continues at 1-1 until the 74th minute Andy Driver dashes down the left wing and plays a great cross into the middle which Calum Elliot heads into the net. Logan punches the air in celebration, and changes his tactics to defensive. The match continues with a few chances for each side until the final minute when Pandev breaks clear and just as he is about to shoot Bouzid trips him on the edge of the box, the ref produces a second yellow and he is sent off. The resulting free-kick sails over the bar and the match finishes at 2-1 to Hearts, Logan receives an angry message from his opponent for his dirty tactics but Logan just laughs it off.

The camera pans out, bringing Ally into view, as she sits down beside him; dressed in a pale pink dressing gown over a white and black print loose fitting top and bottoms, all the while Logan exits the game, and moves back on to the X-Box home screen, before switching the console off.

He turns to face Ally.

(Ally): You’re not mad at me, right?

(Logan): Nah, dinnae be silly.

(Ally): Good… well… you might be with what I’m going to say next…

She pouts her lips somewhat, burning to get the question she has in mind out.

(Logan): Uh… go on…

(Ally): Why were you in a bar with Wisdom the other day?

(Logan): Oh. Oh that?

He chuckles to himself, drawing a worried frown from Ally.

(Logan): Oh that was nothing.

(Ally): That was, nothing? Are you sure about that?

(Logan): Oh aye, nothing.

He looks deep into Ally’s eyes.

(Logan): Trust me Ally, all it was, was her making me an offer tae do with this week’s Havoc. Nae need tae worry, all it was about was our common enemy, nothing else.

(Ally): Common enemy? You mean Butch?

(Logan): Aye, that’s right. I’m no entirely sure what she expects of me. We’ll just have tae see.

(Ally): Oh okay…

(Logan): Why? What did ye think we were talkin’ about?

He looks at Ally who just shrugs, embarrassed slightly.

(Ally): Don’t know. It was just a surprise to see you two talking together.

Logan puts an arm around her.

(Logan): Yeah sorry about that, I should’ve explained earlier.

(Ally): You promise that’s all there is to it?

(Logan): Aye, that’s all there is to it. Honest.

She leans in close, nuzzling into him.

(Ally): Ok.

She looks up at him.

(Ally): Whose turn is it to choose the movie?

Logan breaks the hold, going for the remote.

(Logan): Mine…

The scene fades to black.