EXT. RESTAURANT--NIGHT

Rain bounces off the tarmac. Huge droplets run down the large window obscuring the view of a couple dining by candlelight.

INT. RESTAURANT-- SAME

In stark contrast to the storm outside, the restaurant is warm and welcoming. A young couple sit at a table by the window. The woman is brunette, beautiful. She gazes lovingly at her partner. We can only see the back of his head. He has thick brown hair and his shoulders are broad and muscular.

A waiter approaches and pours them some wine. The girl never takes her eyes off the man in front of her.

					MAN (V.O)
		When a woman looks deep into your 
		eyes, with all her warmth and affection, 			focused on you and you alone,(.) you 
		feel like you’re the luckiest man 
		alive.

The girl breaks into a smile, revealing perfect white teeth, a slight dimple at each corner of her mouth. She takes a sip of her wine, her hands small and delicate, her nails painted fiery red.

Behind her a figure passes by the window on the street outside, barely perceptible except for its movement.

					MAN (V.O)
		It was our third anniversary, St. 
		Patrick’s day. She looked as 
		beautiful as ever. Her smile. Her 
		laugh. Everything about her was 
		perfect. The moments we shared, 
		saying nothing, our eyes 
		communicating more than words ever 
		could. Everything was as it should 
		be. Everything was just right.

EXT. RESTAURANT- NIGHT- RAIN

The street is deserted, rain forms in pools from the overflowing sewers. It shows no sign of relenting. Thunder rumbles and a moment later a flash of lightning illuminates the street.

The restaurant door opens. The man steps out and pops open an umbrella, battling against the wind. He steadies the umbrella and turns around, taking his partner by the hand. She wears a long red dress, cut short along the thigh revealing long, slender legs. She steps out into the street, sliding her hand around her partners waist as he looks around for a taxi. 

The girl is drunk, a little unsteady in her high heels. She giggles and pulls away from her man, walking awkwardly along the sidewalk. He jogs to catch up, splashing through a puddle and wetting the bottom of his trouser leg. The girl laughs again as the couple walk off along the street.

					MAN (V.O)
		There are no rules to falling in 
		love; it can happen to anyone at 
		any time. The way I see it; when you 
		fall in love with someone it’s for 
		life, eternity, that’s it. Anyone who 
		tells you otherwise has never truly 
		been in love. At least not the way I 
		have.

EXT. SIDE STREET- NIGHT- RAIN

A smaller side street with poor lighting. A neon sign from a snooker hall provides most of the light. Along one side is a tall iron fence surrounding  a warehouse. On the other side of the street large trash cans line the crumbling brickwork.

The couple emerge around the corner at the top of the street. The girl is still laughing, occasionally turning to kiss her partner’s cheek as they walk arm in arm. Paying little attention to their surroundings.

A hooded figure appears in the foreground, standing in the centre of the street. He’s soaked through but seems oblivious to the weather. He stares straight ahead at the approaching couple, something glistens in his hand.

The figure steps forward and jogs towards the unsuspecting couple.

Before either of them can react, the figure thrusts his knife deep into the woman’s stomach, slicing up to her ribcage. Her scream barely registers as the blade tears through her organs and she slumps to the ground. The man steps back in shock as the figure spins, driving the knife into his chest, again and again until he drops dead onto the street.

The hooded figure throws his arms wide and looks up at the sky. Breathing heavily from the exertion, he removes his hood allowing the rain the run off his face. His eyes are wide and piercing blue, there’s an intense sadness to his expression.

					MAN (V.O)
		When a woman looks deep into your 
		eyes, with all her warmth and affection, 			focused on you and you alone, it 
		feels like you’re the luckiest man 
		alive. There comes a time when you 
		realize you’ll never experience that 
		feeling again. There’s only one way 
		to make a clean break.

The man takes the knife and holds it up to the street light, the rain washes the blood from the blade, it drips onto his face. He squeezes his eyes shut and drives the blade into his stomach.

FADE TO BLACK