Luigi's greasy spoon cafe, morning. A small Christmas tree and decorations. A television on in the corner. LUIGI (50s, balding, sweaty, happy and fat) and his daughter ROSALINDA (20s, drop-dead) behind the counter, working.
CUSTOMERS include CONNOR, the security guard and CRYSTAL, an old lady in her eighties who is wearing a faded wedding dress & veil and Nike running shoes. She has a cup of tea and toast with jam in front of her, and is talking to LUIGI over the local news on the television - which CONNOR watches with a face like thunder.
TELEVISION
A man has died after being
locked in a public toilet outside
a busy shopping centre.
CRYSTAL
(Oblivious) I'm getting married this
afternoon.
LUIGI
(Routine, an eye on the television)
Congratulations. Who is the lucky man?
CRYSTAL
His name's slipped my mind for the time
being. But I'm sure it'll come back.
LUIGI
I hope it comes back in time for the wedding.
(To ROSALINDA, of CONNOR) Your fancy-man
needs to you.
TELEVISION
The mystery death follows the killing
of Robert Forsyth (we see a family
photograph of MAN MOUNTAIN
BOB) in the same shopping centre
earlier this year.
2. INT. LUIGI'S CAFE. DAY.
ROSALINDA is at CONNOR'S table.
ROSALINDA
.. White toast and tea. Anything else?
CONNOR
(Very abrupt, his eyes on the television)
That's it.
TELEVISION
.. David Ash (over a sequence of CCTV stills)
the man who was identified as the
Longbow Killer from CCTV footage
of the incident at Sunnyside Shopping
Centre, was never caught by police.
3. INT. LUIGI'S CAFE. DAY.
CRYSTAL is in full flow.
CRYSTAL
No one cares anymore, nobody has any sense
of responsibility or morality. People are so
weak, it's pathetic. The young are so molly
coddled, they don't know they're born most
of the time. It's such little things now that
people are concerned with, such superficial
things. Little things please little minds, that's
what I say. When I was a young girl, people
had meaning and a reason to live.
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