At the edge of the covered outer piazza, outside the main entrance to the shopping centre. Bollards. An equestrian sculpture in bronze, a fountain, and some benches. VERNON, the drugged-up son of LAILA and KEVIN who was last seen in The One About The Royals, with a bunch of mates. Some of them sit on the bench, some are standing. Amongst them SHELLEY, early 20s, is talking to VERNON. And an eight-year-old HOODIE, who rides around on a fluorescent-green Kawasaki push-bike.
We see SIMON, wearing a crisp new white shirt and jeans, walking past them towards the entrance. He's staring at the arse on SHELLEY. VERNON clocks this and swiftly steps into SIMON's path.
VERNON
'Scuse me, mate.
But SIMON is walking on, not stopping. He's been caught out.
VERNON
(Putting a hand on SIMON's upper
arm) No trouble, no trouble.
SIMON
(Stopping) What?
VERNON
Have you got 50p?
SIMON
No, sorry mate.
VERNON turns away in disappointment. SIMON walks on, relieved it wasn't trouble.
2. EXT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.
A little later. SIMON is at a cash-point in the outer piazza. Tapping in his PIN number. At that moment, something crashes in to the side of his head and ricochets against the wall.
SIMON
The fuck ..?
It takes a couple of seconds for him to realise what's happened. He looks down and there is egg-yolk on his crisp white shirt. He puts a hand up to his temple - he's been splattered - looks at his hand, and there is egg-shell on his fingers. He turns around and looks. He sees the eight-year-old HOODIE, laughing, as he rides away on his Kawasaki push-bike.
SIMON
Fucker.
He takes the money. There is even egg-white on the screen of the cash machine.
SIMON
It's a new bloody shirt.
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