<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:48:42.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunnyside</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyday stories about everyday folk going shopping</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-6894464245214574045</id><published>2008-09-26T21:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:12:03.548Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Heist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.  INT.  THE ANGEL.  NIGHT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Much later.  It's nearly closing time.  SIMON is at the bar, drinking, plastered.  Clearly, he hasn't made any progress whatsoever with ROSANNE.  He's about to make a play, when suddenly TWO MEN burst into the pub, wearing balaclavas and wielding baseball bats. They are shouting.  One of them, FIRST BALACLAVA MAN, whacks SIMON hard.  He crashes to the floor.  Meanwhile, SECOND BALACLAVA MAN is screaming at ROXANNE as he clears the bar-top of glasses with his baseball bat.  ROXANNE screams.  Glasses go flying and there is shattering glass everywhere.  Everything happens quickly and simultaneously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST BALACLAVA MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody get down on the floor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SECOND BALACLAVA MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To ROXANNE&lt;/span&gt;)  Open the fucking till!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The few remaining CUSTOMERS in the pub are too stunned to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST BALACLAVA MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said everybody get down on the floor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SECOND BALACLAVA MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To ROXANNE&lt;/span&gt;)  Say one word and I'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kill you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROXANNE, petrified, opens the till.  SECOND BALACLAVA MAN quickly grabs the till tray and pours the contents into a bag as CUSTOMERS get down on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cut to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  INT.  THE ANGEL.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ladies Toilet of The Angel.  CUSTOMERS caught up in the robbery lie on the floor.  Close in on ROSANNE and SIMON amongst them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whispering to ROXANNE&lt;/span&gt;) Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROXANNE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whispering&lt;/span&gt;) Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You okay?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROXANNE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Nor me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROXANNE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That'll teach you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be continued ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-6894464245214574045?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/6894464245214574045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=6894464245214574045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6894464245214574045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6894464245214574045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-about-heist.html' title='The One About The Heist'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-5521945233682743566</id><published>2008-09-04T20:06:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:46:29.117Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Kevin Keegan (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.  INT.  THE ANGEL.  NIGHT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HARRY (late 30s), and his mate KENNY (early 40s) are having a drink at the bar.  We last saw them in &lt;a href="http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-about-england.html"&gt;The One About England&lt;/a&gt;. Nearby are SIMON and CARL, behaving like schoolboys as they ogle ROSANNE, and JACK - from &lt;a href="http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-about-binge-drinkers.html"&gt;The One About The Binge Drinkers&lt;/a&gt; a little earlier - who has bumped into someone who knows him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He didn't have any control, that was the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;problem.  The moment they brought in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dennis Wise it all went Pete Tong.  He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had no role in picking the players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing Joey Barton against Arsenal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wasn't the brightest of moves.  I never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really understood what it was about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;King Kev, to be honest.  I know the fans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;loved him but .. he was bollocks, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not listening to a word Harry's saying&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the continental way of doing things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cut to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  INT.  THE ANGEL.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIMON and CARL, a bottle of wine between them, are both fairly pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we leave, we will both say goodbye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right.  And she will look at me, she will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ignore you completely, and she will say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goodbye to me.  And not to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CARL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twenty quid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CARL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't drink wine in pubs.  It's not right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mate, that's our second bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CARL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's taken me a while for it to dawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cut to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  INT.  THE ANGEL.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JACK is talking to LENA, who we saw last playing darts in &lt;a href="http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-about-inspiration.html"&gt;The One About Belief&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying to impress&lt;/span&gt;)  I went to see the doctor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today about my lifestyle.  I was so hung-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;over, I forgot to mention my coke habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't remember me, do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I'm being totally honest, and please ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'cos it's better to be honest, I think.  I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can't quite .. No, I haven't got the foggiest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cut to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4.  EXT.  THE ANGEL.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later.  SIMON and CARL outside the pub.  In the background, catch sight of a HOODIE riding a fluorescent-green Kawasaki push-bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CARL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was bollocks, that was so nothing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that was neither of us.  That was like we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;didn't fucking exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bullshit, you maybe.  I'm going back in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CARL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-5521945233682743566?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/5521945233682743566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=5521945233682743566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/5521945233682743566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/5521945233682743566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-about-kevin-keegan-part-2.html' title='The One About Kevin Keegan (Part 2)'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-68832548481497782</id><published>2008-08-31T16:02:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:58:03.876Z</updated><title type='text'>West Is Best (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.  INT.  THE ANGEL.  NIGHT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're back with JOSEPH and LENNY, picking up from &lt;a href="http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/07/west-is-best.html"&gt;West Is Best&lt;/a&gt;. LENNY has a fresh pint on the table in front of him. He's looking around, taking everything in.  JOSEPH is returning to the table with a pint from the bar, bringing his saline drip along beside him on its wheels. LENNY really is an arsehole, making him do that.  Not only that.  Their previous conversation - that they no longer really know each other any more - he has absolutely no intention whatsoever of letting drop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We go back a long way, I'll grant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you that.  But there's a lot in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;between that you don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSEPH puts his pint down on the table.  He's studiously trying to ignore LENNY, but he just can't stop himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that it, then?  Is that all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks I get?  That's charming -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then at that very moment, just as he's about to sit down, JOSEPH's legs go beneath him. He buckles and goes down fast and hard, just in front of his lifelong friend, who tries to catch him as he goes.  But LENNY's reactions aren't nearly fast enough.  JOSEPH catches his head on the side of the table as he goes, and the saline drip and chair go flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  INT.  THE ANGEL.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSEPH is on the floor, unconscious, as LENNY kneels beside him. With them is ROXANNE, who works behind the bar, and SAIRA, a nurse, who features in &lt;a href="http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-about-binge-drinkers.html"&gt;The One About The Binge Drinkers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  INT.  THE ANGEL.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSEPH is half-conscious now, but very white.  Delirious, and in considerable pain.  He sees, but doesn't see.  SAIRA is holding his hand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've got to hold on to me, Lenny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm keeling over, you've got to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SAIRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's alright, you've had a fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I go over, I'll not get back up.  You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;need to hold on to me, Lenny, you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;understand?  If I go, I'll have to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you with me.  You mark my words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An outburst, very angry&lt;/span&gt;)  Pull me up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lenny, for Christ's sake pull me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LENNY looks helplessly at SAIRA.  He doesn't know what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4.  INT.  THE ANGEL.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two PARAMEDICS are strapping JOSEPH on to a stretcher, wrapped in a blanket, a heart monitor beside him.  He has an oxygen mask on his face and is as white as a sheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5.  EXT.  THE ANGEL.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The two PARAMEDICS wheel JOSEPH quickly out of the pub, towards the waiting ambulance. As they do so, they pass an old lady in a faded wedding dress who has been hanging around outside.  This is CRYSTAL. As she realises that it is JOSEPH, her hand goes to her mouth; there is a look of absolute horror on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-68832548481497782?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/68832548481497782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=68832548481497782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/68832548481497782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/68832548481497782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/08/west-is-best-part-2.html' title='West Is Best (Part 2)'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-2790190979320962005</id><published>2008-08-30T13:57:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:40:01.151Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Roxanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.  INT.  THE ANGEL.  NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Angel, as before.  SIMON, who we last saw in &lt;a href="http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-about-chinese-herbalist.html"&gt;The One About The Chinese Herbalist&lt;/a&gt;, is drinking at the bar with his mate CARL, who is in his early 30s.  They are both watching ROXANNE, early 20s, stunning, who is serving behind the bar.  They don't say a word.  And then ROXANNE throws them both a gorgeous smile.  They're so shocked they nearly choke on their beer - until they realise it's not them, it wasn't meant for them as a tall, handsome MAN comes up to the bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROXANNE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello handsome, how are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She kisses him, leaning across&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the bar&lt;/span&gt;)  Glad you haven't got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your shorts on tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CARL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To SIMON, off ROXANNE&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;)  Shall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;we go somewhere else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  INT.  THE ANGEL.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With SIMON and CARL at the bar a little later.  During the scene, SIMON is watching ROXANNE opening a bottle of wine with a lever-operated opener fixed to the bar, while CARL has his back to her.  She's very conscious of the effect she's having on some of the customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CARL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's a good friend, and she'd just split &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up with her boyfriend a couple of months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ago, and she's telling me how desperately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she wants to have sex.  She's complaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that there isn't anyone, she doesn't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyone who can give her a good shag.  And &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thinking, 'I can think of someone, what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about ...?'  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He indicates himself&lt;/span&gt;)  I'm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talking to her, I'm the only one there, I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in front of her, and I'm struggling to get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anywhere near her, I'm not in her field of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vision at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  If you can't get in there when she's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desperate for it, what hope is there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CARL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it's tragic, isn't it?  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROXANNE&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You missed that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CARL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She just opened a bottle of wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CARL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She put her foot up, against the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CARL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;)  Shall &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; order one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-2790190979320962005?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/2790190979320962005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=2790190979320962005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2790190979320962005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2790190979320962005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-about-roxanne.html' title='The One About Roxanne'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-5022845020392362712</id><published>2008-07-13T12:26:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:24:38.692Z</updated><title type='text'>West Is Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  NIGHT.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Angel.  In a corner we see JOSEPH, who is hooked up to a saline drip, on wheels.  We last saw JOSEPH having a drink in The Angel with CRYSTAL in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The One About The Veil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  His health has evidently taken a turn for the worse.  With him is his old friend LENNY, who is in his early 60s and is from Wales.  Elsewhere, we see some people playing darts and, glimpsed in another room, a pool table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What did you bring me here for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why, what's wrong with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just wondering why we came here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my local.  It's where I drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't fancy something different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No.  I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A change of scenery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you driving at, Lenny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well .. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He looks around the pub&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go on, spit it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Given that I've come all this way, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thought we could go up west.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate it up west.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No you don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You used to love it up there.  We'd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have some great times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A flash of anger&lt;/span&gt;)  Don't do that, Lenny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone does that and I fucking hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where I come from, there's nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's enough to drive you up the wall, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've travelled a long way to see my old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friend.  I thought I'd not make it in time, if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm perfectly honest with you.  But you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;came back .. from the brink.  Quite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unexpectedly, I'll have you know.  They'd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;given up on you.  They were calling it a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what they do.  There's nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unexpected in that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They didn't think you had the strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They thought you'd given up the ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's character.  Character that pulls you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;through those situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God has nothing to do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd be long gone if I didn't have God on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my side.  I mean that, Joseph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're either talking shit like that to get a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reaction.  Or you're not the Lenny I knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He takes a slug of beer&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-5022845020392362712?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/5022845020392362712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=5022845020392362712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/5022845020392362712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/5022845020392362712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/07/west-is-best.html' title='West Is Best'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-1473494849264951275</id><published>2008-07-12T14:04:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:12:57.148Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Binge Drinkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  NIGHT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Angel.  JACK and his girlfriend SHIRLEY are drinking with their mates VINCENT and his girlfriend SAIRA.  They are in their mid to late 20s and are drinking Stella - except for SAIRA, who has a Coke.  They were all of them out the night before and are deeply hungover, particularly SAIRA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not the ideal day for a visit to the doctor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;considering ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHIRLEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone could have told you that.  If you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ask me, I think you did it on purpose.  You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;think it's clever, you think it's funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignoring her&lt;/span&gt;) He said if you're going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drink, it's better to - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHIRLEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's got to stop this bingeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's better to drink weak lager and spread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it more thinly.  Were his words.  Rather &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than bulk consumption, building to a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blow-out on Fridays and Saturdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VINCENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarchastic&lt;/span&gt;)  What a genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most important thing is to stay off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Guinness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SAIRA can't muster a word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VINCENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doctor, doctor, I feel at death's door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry, I'll pull you through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-1473494849264951275?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/1473494849264951275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=1473494849264951275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1473494849264951275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1473494849264951275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-about-binge-drinkers.html' title='The One About The Binge Drinkers'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-1238074680601610985</id><published>2008-06-28T21:14:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:38:47.505Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;EXT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  NIGHT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Outside the Angel.  We're with LENA and BEN, 20s, as others around them stand about smoking: a prologue to their conversation in The One About The Voodoo Curse (Part 2).  They are smoking a joint, talking about darts.  As before, we catch a sign in the window which says 'Missing Suitcase - Reward.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we don't stop him, we'll never get back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the game.  You do realise that, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, don't worry.  You don't need to tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me that.  What is it, three-one or three-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nil?  Have we won a game yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's three-one,  that was the first game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it could be worse then.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happened?  Did something happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just lost our form, that's all.  What we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;need is .. We have to be .. We have to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.  But the problem is .. I think it's one of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;those nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you're allowing yourself to .. you're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doubting yourself.  You always do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What we really need is .. inspiration.  So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that, whatever they do, however good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are, doesn't matter, any effort on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;their part is futile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We need to be focussed.  Not let anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;interfere with our concentration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.  Concentrate on the board.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Passing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the joint to BEN&lt;/span&gt;) This might do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inspiration, focus and ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silence, whilst BEN smokes.  LENA says nothing.  Her attention has been taken by an old lady standing some distance away watching the pub.  This is CRYSTAL, who stands waiting to see if there is anything happening, after casting a curse on the landlord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was the other one?  Inspiration,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;focus and ..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coming back&lt;/span&gt;)  Inspiration, focus and ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Determined&lt;/span&gt;) Inspiration, focus and ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You just said it .. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He drops the joint on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the ground&lt;/span&gt;) .. Jesus, we can't even -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That old lady over there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-1238074680601610985?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/1238074680601610985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=1238074680601610985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1238074680601610985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1238074680601610985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-about-inspiration.html' title='The One About Belief'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-6089854922626711564</id><published>2008-06-01T07:45:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:02:07.101Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Voodoo Curse (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  NIGHT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We see CRYSTAL watching The Angel pub, in the Outer Piazza, from a distance - waiting to see if there will be any effect of the Voodoo curse she has placed on the pub's landlord. We see from her point of view two people outside having a smoke.  An ambulance, by the by, is parked nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We cut to the two people - LENA and BEN - outside The Angel.  Just catch a sign in the window behind them, which says 'Lost Suitcase - Last Wednesday - Call 07899 552133 - Reward.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LENA, late 20s, attractive, was last seen talking with her mate MICHELLE in The One About Leap Year.  BEN, also in his 20s, is another friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inspiration, focus and determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what it was.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;)  That's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;strange.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She has noticed an old woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a wedding dress, watching them&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That old lady standing over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LENA and BEN look at the old lady in the distance.  As they do so, a HOODIE rides past on a fluorescent green Kawasaki push-bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are back with CRYSTAL and her point of view of The Angel.  And then the door opens, and PARAMEDICS are seen bringing a person on a stretcher out of the pub, an oxygen mask strapped to his face. CRYSTAL freezes, complete shock on her face.  The PARAMEDICS rush out of shot to the waiting ambulance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-6089854922626711564?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/6089854922626711564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=6089854922626711564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6089854922626711564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6089854922626711564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-about-voodoo-curse-part-2.html' title='The One About The Voodoo Curse (Part 2)'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-2692121351022961234</id><published>2008-05-31T16:40:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:53:04.904Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Chinese Herbalist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  EVENING.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIMON is at the counter of the Chinese Herbalist, talking to the CHINESE SALES ASSISTANT. Behind her are ranged hundreds of large jars on shelves, full of weird-looking stuff, each with a label, such as Herba Epimedii, Semen Coicis, Cinammon Twigs and Oyster Shell. Some of it looks like old leaves and twigs, some of it looks more like dead animals.  Elsewhere, a Silk Screen, a Dragon Wall Hanging and Lacquer Figurines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the window it says Herbal Viagra?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SALES ASSISTANT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.  You want free consultation, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um ..  Just idle curiosity more than ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  INT.  THE CHINESE HERBALIST.  EVENING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIMON is sitting behind the screen being assessed by an OLD CHINESE MAN, speaking Chinese; an OLD CHINESE WOMAN, holding a clip-board and taking notes, interprets what he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLD CHINESE WOMAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He says, do you ever feel  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she stubs her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fingers into her hand&lt;/span&gt;) .. pin pricking in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your hands and in your arms?  Or your -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;SIMON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's he saying, I'm having a coronary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  INT.  THE CHINESE HERBALIST.  EVENING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See SIMON in a back room being given acupuncture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4.  INT.  THE CHINESE HERBALIST.  EVENING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The CHINESE SALES ASSISTANT is filling a large brown paper bag with herbs from one of the jars. It looks like toe-nail clippings mixed with sea-weed.  There is another brown paper bag already filled on the counter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SALES ASSISTANT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You must drink this two times a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After four weeks, you come back, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I give you more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four weeks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SALES ASSISTANT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The full course is three months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three months?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SALES ASSISTANT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Otherwise, the effect is .. not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5.  INT.  THE CHINESE HERBALIST.  EVENING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The CHINESE SALES ASSISTANT is adding up the bill.  She takes him through each item on the bill, handwritten in Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SALES ASSISTANT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;45 pounds for the acupuncture, 35 for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the herbs, for the first four weeks of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;three months, plus VAT .. which is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;altogether .. One hundred forty one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SALES ASSISTANT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One hundred forty one pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIMON is in shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-2692121351022961234?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/2692121351022961234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=2692121351022961234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2692121351022961234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2692121351022961234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-about-chinese-herbalist.html' title='The One About The Chinese Herbalist'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-2938104177294253098</id><published>2008-05-25T22:18:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:07:18.140Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Voodoo Curse (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  EARLY EVENING.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luigi's Cafe.  It's closed.  CRYSTAL is sitting at a table with LUIGI and his daughter ROSALINDA.  There is an open box on the table - a Voodoo kit - and a bottle of red wine. LUIGI is reading a leaflet, slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LUIGI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Your genuine Voodoo curse spell kit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contains a straw doll, a block of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Japanese cheddar, a hammer and -"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheddar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LUIGI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROSALINDA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's not cheddar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROSALINDA takes the leaflet from him and reads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROSALINDA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cedar.  Japanese cedar .. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She carries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on reading&lt;/span&gt;)  A hammer, a large nail,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and two candles.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She paraphrases&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be careful not to hurt your finger with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the hammer .. use the candles with care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She reads&lt;/span&gt;) "You should be careful to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;name the intended victim to ensure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your curse doesn't fall on an innocent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bystander."  Do you know his name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crystal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LUIGI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.  His name was Mister Moose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  INT.  LUIGI'S CAFE.  EVENING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LUIGI holds a large nail above the straw Voodoo doll. CRYSTAL, meanwhile, holds a hammer.  Her eyes are tight shut.  LUIGI watches her with some apprehension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROSALINDA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crystal, you must keep your eyes open,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;otherwise you won't be able to see what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are doing. And the curse will be lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  INT.  LUIGI'S CAFE.  EVENING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close on the Voodoo doll, the nail poised, and then - WHACK! - it's struck by the hammer deep into the Voodoo doll's torso. See LUIGI's relief that CRYSTAL didn't miss.  Then, out of nowhere, CRYSTAL spits out with with surprising venom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let him be blasted with fire and lightning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LUIGI and ROSALINDA look at each other: Crystal's going mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. And laid before me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-2938104177294253098?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/2938104177294253098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=2938104177294253098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2938104177294253098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2938104177294253098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-about-voodoo-curse.html' title='The One About The Voodoo Curse (Part 1)'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-2573759469347763859</id><published>2008-05-17T21:19:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:12:09.709Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Chechen Guerilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We see CRYSTAL in The Upper Court, overlooking Central West. Crossing her path is a tall, large man in army camouflage.  She notices that the lace on one of his boots is loose.   Being the busybody that she is, she scuttles to catch up with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The man - who looks like a CHECHEN REBEL - stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your lace is loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The CHECHEN REBEL looks at her, and then looks down. He has a lugubrious manner.  He looks at his boots, and then looks at CRYSTAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awful things can happen with that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sort of thing.  I know.  Believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The CHECHEN REBEL looks at her, thinking, and decides not to kill her&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oblivious to the danger she is in&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believe me dear, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lugubrious CHECHEN REBEL walks off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-2573759469347763859?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/2573759469347763859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=2573759469347763859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2573759469347763859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2573759469347763859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-about-chechnyan-rebel.html' title='The One About The Chechen Guerilla'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-6601065370954534947</id><published>2008-05-11T06:39:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:11:52.096Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Internet Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sainsbury's.  The area of the supermarket near the entrance with cigarettes and tobacco, magazines and newspapers.  This scene follows The One About The Royals, and VERNON's discussion with CHANTRA about Basmati rice.  MICKY SHEPHERD, 40s, holding a placard which reads 'Internet - £1 - For 2 Hours,' with an arrow underneath, is next to be served by CHANTRA, late 30s.  MICKY, who featured in The One About The Banker, has dropped out of the rat-race and given up his high-flying career as a banker.  Since then, he may have become slightly unhinged.  Meanwhile, a big beefy Australian, HUNTER, is following the direction of the arrow.   We see him, confused, looking for an Internet Cafe, and asking the supermarket SECURITY OFFICER sitting at CCTV Monitoring Station No. 2 for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICKY SHEPHERD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big problems in the world markets at the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHANTRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can I help you, sir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICKY SHEPHERD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vietnam, Cambodia, Egypt - they've all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;banned the export of rice.  Lotto lucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dip, please.  That causes a shortage and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;prices go sky high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHANTRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anything else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICKY SHEPHERD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there's increased demand on those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;countries which are still open, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inflation in those countries which rely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on imports.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment, in answer to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her question&lt;/span&gt;)  That's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHANTRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One pound, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICKY SHEPHERD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Handing her the money&lt;/span&gt;)  Classic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;domino effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At which point the big Australian, HUNTER, comes up to him.  He is clearly annoyed, having been unable to locate the Internet Cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HUNTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Scuse me, fella.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indicating the sign&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which way is it?  Where is it?  I can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see it anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MICKY clearly has no idea of the impact of his sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-6601065370954534947?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/6601065370954534947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=6601065370954534947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6601065370954534947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6601065370954534947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-about-internet.html' title='The One About The Internet Cafe'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-9221135262105697819</id><published>2008-05-05T18:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:12:27.553Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE - THE ANGEL. DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A reverse angle to The One About The Veil.  The blind man, MILTON RADCLIFFE, is talking on his mobile.  A pint of bitter on the table in front of him, the guide dog at his feet. Elsewhere, CRYSTAL is being hounded by the Landlord for wearing a veil.  There are pauses between each line of dialogue, as he listens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the Horse and Hound?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus.  That's really bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry about that.  Leave it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with me.  I'll sort it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listen, I know we didn't see eye to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eye.  But please tell his family how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry I am.  Yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, course it's not.  Don't be soft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MILTON RADCLIFFE finishes the call.  Puts the mobile down.  Sinks a large part of his pint as CRYSTAL is being escorted from the premises between security officers CONNOR and HAYLEY.  She turns to him as she passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why don't you do something?  It's just ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's when people like you just stare, that's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what gets my goat.  People who are old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enough to know better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To CRYSTAL&lt;/span&gt;)  Can't you see he's blind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's no excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;)  What's her problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-9221135262105697819?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/9221135262105697819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=9221135262105697819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/9221135262105697819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/9221135262105697819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-about-accident.html' title='The One About The Accident'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-1052272151398363101</id><published>2008-05-04T09:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:12:47.823Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VERNON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Scuse me, mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But SIMON is walking on, not stopping.  He's been caught out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VERNON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Putting a hand on SIMON's upper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arm&lt;/span&gt;)  No trouble, no trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stopping&lt;/span&gt;)  What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VERNON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you got 50p?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, sorry mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VERNON turns away in disappointment.  SIMON walks on, relieved it wasn't trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fuck ..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He takes the money.  There is even egg-white on the screen of the cash machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a new bloody shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-1052272151398363101?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/1052272151398363101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=1052272151398363101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1052272151398363101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1052272151398363101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-about-egg.html' title='The One About The Egg'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-4530952694347517055</id><published>2008-04-26T16:12:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:13:09.917Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Veil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE - THE ANGEL.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Angel Public House, which is in the main entrance way to Sunnyside in the covered open piazza.  It's mid-afternoon.  We see CRYSTAL, in her faded wedding dress, veil and trainers. She's with JOSEPH, who we last saw in The One About Crystal's Memory.  He has been as good as his word, and has bought her a drink - a Drambuie and Ginger - while he is sipping a pint of bitter, making it last.  They sit side by side on the bench against the wall, looking out, occasionally talking. The image is reminiscent of Toulouse Lautrec's L'Absinthe.  Nearby, the blind man -MILTON RADCLIFFE - is drinking a pint, his guide dog at his feet, talking on his mobile.  We last saw him in The One About The Royals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They showed me the inside of my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All different colours it was.  All sorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of colours.  Like a kaleidoscope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think I want to see the inside of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mine.  I'd be worried it was black and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;white.  Or nothing at all.  Just white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Landlord, RONNIE THE MOOSE, comes up to them.  He leans in towards them, conspiratorial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RONNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To CRYSTAL&lt;/span&gt;)  I'm very sorry, madam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no hats or hoods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pardon me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RONNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No hats or hoods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He points towards the doorway, where there are signs, including one which says 'No hats or hoods, for your safety and security.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you telling me for?  I'm not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wearing a hat or a hood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RONNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's more the principal.  For security.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He points towards the CCTV camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the ceiling&lt;/span&gt;).  Otherwise you can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see their faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who can't?  Whose faces?  What are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He means the terrorists.  When they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;come 'ere for a drink, they'll be caught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But this is a veil ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Bout the only place they will be caught. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..  It's not a hat or a hood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RONNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's breaking the law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not taking it off.  And that's that.  This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is my wedding day, and there's only one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;person I shall be lifting my veil for today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it's not you.  Good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE - THE ANGEL.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CRYSTAL is being escorted out of the pub by Security Officers CONNOR and HAYLEY, watched by the helpless JOSEPH.  She turns to MILTON RADCLIFFE as she passes him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why don't you do something?  You just ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's when people like you just stare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's what gets my goat.  People who are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;old enough to know better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(To CRYSTAL)  Can't you see, he's blind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  That's no excuse.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then she turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to RONNIE behind the bar&lt;/span&gt;)  You'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;regret this day, Mister Moose.  I'll be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back.  Heaven help you then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-4530952694347517055?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/4530952694347517055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=4530952694347517055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4530952694347517055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4530952694347517055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-about-veil.html' title='The One About The Veil'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-8885381470519828595</id><published>2008-04-20T07:07:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:13:33.592Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Pick up on AMADEUSZ, who we last saw watching the TV in The One About The Storm, pushing his cleaning trolley.  He is making his way towards the 50-foot metal monolith referred to in the first story, which is in the Central West Atrium.  It's a cross between the giant stone figures of Easter Island and a Henry Moore sculpture* - it has what looks like a kind of alien's head and elongated body holding a rounded form.  It is called Madonna And Child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMADEUSZ goes round the back of it.  In what is effectively the Madonna's calf muscle and Achilles heel - there is a door, with a sign:  Cleaner's Cupboard.  AMADEUSZ unlocks it and pushes his trolley inside.  He to closes the door behind him.  Darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We see AMADEUSZ emerging through a hatchway into the head of the Madonna.  It's a small, confined space and dark, but for some limited light from the eye sockets.  It's not possible to fully stand up in.  He goes to the right eye and peeps out at the sprawling shopping centre below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMADEUSZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it is good.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He goes to look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of the left eye&lt;/span&gt;)  No one sees any-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thing anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMADEUSZ lights two candles and places them in what appears to be a small shrine.  As the light grows we see that it contains a collection of plastic figures arranged around a cheap Christ.  They are free promotional toys from McDonalds for Shrek, Mister Men, The Simpsons, Bee Movie, The Spiderwick Chronicles and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMADEUSZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking to the toys&lt;/span&gt;)  As long as we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are careful, cover our tracks, we will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be safe.  Keep it under our hats, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He picks up a photograph from the shrine.  It shows a hill overlooking a lake, bright yellow harvested wheat fields beside fields of lavender with thousands of butterflies.  He is lost in memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMADEUSZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could not believe the yellowness of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the fields.  Or the blueness of the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He puts the photograph back and picks up the figure of Shrek.  He presses a button on his chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHREK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm an ogre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Henry Moore: Large Upright Internal/External Form, 1981-2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-8885381470519828595?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/8885381470519828595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=8885381470519828595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/8885381470519828595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/8885381470519828595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-about-madonna.html' title='The One About The Madonna'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-1777281865836449310</id><published>2008-03-27T21:35:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:14:27.151Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About England</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are in a narrow corridor of the Lower Basement Service Area of Sunnyside Shopping Centre. HARRY (late 30s) and his supervisor KENNY (early 40s) in fluorescent jackets and hard hats are inspecting the cabling and trunking along the wall, which carries security, fire protection and lighting power.  A particular section has been ripped off its brackets, while the cabling appears to have been violently shorn through.  KENNY is kneeling down and peering at it closely, with the aid of a torch, while HARRY leans against the wall nearby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't talk to me about England.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was only a friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't matter what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You must have been shouting yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A goal is a goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or were you silent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They didn't have their big guns.  Thierry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Henry, Patrick Vieira, Abidal, Trezeguet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they still won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a penalty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes no difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's happening with football these days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mate has been following Fulham, has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gone to every away game this season.  And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they haven't won a single match.  How can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you spend a grand to watch your team lose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That kind of money, you want a team that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On top of that, you've got the rail fares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you're going to Newcastle or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Middlesbrough, right up top of England,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's no way you can get back to London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the same night.  So that's a hotel ..  Over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;night ..  Then you've got to go to the pub ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when there's eight or nine of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's a tidy sum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a lot of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singing, quietly&lt;/span&gt;)  "What's that coming over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the hill, is it a Drogba, is it a Drogba?"  I've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;been to The Reebok, Anfield, Old Trafford,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Valley, The New Den - Millwall's a dump -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The JJB, never been to Goodison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure I've seen you on the telly, being a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hooligan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've also been to The Emirates, White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hart Lane, Fratton Park ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finishing his inspection and getting up&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are we going to do about this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Powers-that-be are going to have to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;told.  This is the third time, now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-1777281865836449310?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/1777281865836449310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=1777281865836449310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1777281865836449310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1777281865836449310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-about-england.html' title='The One About England'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-4789679756686517102</id><published>2008-03-23T23:21:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:14:50.713Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Credit Crunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Easter Day, outside the main entrance to Sunnyside, and MIRIAM is giving it another go.  As before, earlier in the day, PEOPLE walk on past, indifferent to what she has to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIRIAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because verily I say unto you, my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you must waken from your slumber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and save yourselves.  Otherwise you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;face annihilation.  Save your souls, or face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;death and destruction.  Look around you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look at what is happening.  The financial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stability of the entire world is in jeopardy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This turmoil is God's way of telling you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that your crusade is wrong and morally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unjust.  It is God's way of telling you that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are corrupt ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As before, Security Officers CONNOR and HAYLEY appear out of nowhere and approach MIRIAM.  She knows the routine, and speeds up to finish her sermon before they bundle her away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIRIAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..  It is God's way of telling you that time is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;running out.  The apocalypse is at hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rise up, you children of Argos!  Rise up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We see MIRIAM being escorted across the Plaza to a waiting police van by CONNOR and HAYLEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIRIAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's going on?  What are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're being arrested, love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIRIAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get off me!  Arrested?  What for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Opening the rear door of the police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;van&lt;/span&gt;)  Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIRIAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's that supposed to mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where to start.  Criticising the State.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blasphemy.  Subversion.  Incitement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to riot.  Take your pick, love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIRIAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've got to be joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pushing her into the van&lt;/span&gt;)  Do we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look like we're joking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CONNOR slams the door shut behind her.  We hear MIRIAM thumping the inside of the door. CONNOR and HAYLEY piss themselves.  They are helpless.  CONNOR feebly knocks the van, to signal the driver to go, before collapsing in a heap on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-4789679756686517102?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/4789679756686517102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=4789679756686517102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4789679756686517102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4789679756686517102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-about-credit-crunch.html' title='The One About The Credit Crunch'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-4653499487288073092</id><published>2008-03-23T23:20:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:15:31.758Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The War</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Easter Day and Sunnyside is deserted.  There are a few PEOPLE wandering around, aimlessly. In the Central Concourse, MIRIAM (the self-styled preacher we last saw in The One About The Preacher) is holding forth for the benefit of anyone who will listen. But they pass by, ignoring her.  Except, that is, for MAEVE, who stands there, absorbed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIRIAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has cast this war as a conflict between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good and evil, between right and wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;between Christianity and Islam.  He has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;proclaimed this war to be noble, necessary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and just, because it is beyond reason or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;justification.  He has called it a struggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for civilisation.  He has said that unless &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we prevail, they will not leave us alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They will follow us, wherever we are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and kill us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Security Officers CONNOR and HAYLEY saunter over - it's a well-rehearsed routine - to stop her from speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, let's be having you, Miriam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIRIAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wake from your slumber and save your-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;selves!  On this day, of all days, when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christ rose from the dead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CONNOR and HAYLEY forcibly move MIRIAM on.  Watched by MAEVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-4653499487288073092?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/4653499487288073092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=4653499487288073092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4653499487288073092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4653499487288073092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-about-war.html' title='The One About The War'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-3256559366322087822</id><published>2008-03-20T22:01:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:16:09.735Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Shannon's Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRACEY (early 30s) is walking purposefully towards Sainsbury's in the Central Concourse.  A couple of paces ahead of her is her 12-year-old daughter SHANNON.  We saw TRACEY and SHANNON when they were nearly run over in The One About Ernie (Part 3). They pass Currys, and as they do so we fleetingly glimpse footage of the start of the Iraq War - the night-time 'Shock and Awe' bombardment of Baghdad - on the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TRACEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying to talk to her daughter&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What, darlin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHANNON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mostly to herself&lt;/span&gt;)  I'm talking to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;myself, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TRACEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHANNON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not turning round, walking on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahead&lt;/span&gt;) I said, I was talking to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TRACEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shannon!  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She stops&lt;/span&gt;) Come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'ere when I'm talking to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then suddenly TRACEY realises that her daughter is wearing her shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TRACEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squawking&lt;/span&gt;)  You've got my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trainers on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHANNON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turning to face her mother&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cos mine don't fit!  I told you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but you don't listen to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRACEY, furious, marches off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHANNON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't walk away from me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-3256559366322087822?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/3256559366322087822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=3256559366322087822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/3256559366322087822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/3256559366322087822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-about-shannons-shoes.html' title='The One About Shannon&apos;s Shoes'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-7830500243899127023</id><published>2008-03-12T20:57:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:14:23.888Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Last Night's Telly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luigi's Cafe.  The TV is on with the sound off in the corner.  HARRY (late 30s) and his supervisor KENNY (early 40s) are having breakfast. Hard hats on the chairs beside them, newspapers open on the table, occasional conversation about a TV programme.  HARRY is reading the sport, KENNY is doing a Sudoku puzzle in the London Paper.  Just like The One About Kevin Keegan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meanwhile, as before, CRYSTAL sits quietly in the corner with a cup of tea, in her trademark faded wedding dress and veil pushed up, reading 'The Secrets of Solitary Witches - And How To Make Your Spells Work.'  LUIGI (50s, balding) is reading the newspaper behind the counter, whilst his daughter ROSALINDA (20) slaves away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. The Government's got it wrong there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They come over here, they're hard-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;working.  They've no embarrassment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about working in Tesco.  That English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bloke wouldn't be seen dead working in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a factory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's changed since I was a kid.  Nowadays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyone can get a job.  It might be a crappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;job, but they don't want 'em.  You'd go out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and get a job, wouldn't you?  And it wasn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;always that easy, sometimes there was a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shortage of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lithuanians, the Slovakians, the Poles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they want to work, they want the money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know where you are with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids today just want to stay at home.  They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;won't go out unless they're earning the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;same as their mum and dad, who've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;working all their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To LUIGI&lt;/span&gt;)  What do you think of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poles, Luigi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LUIGI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking up from his newspaper&lt;/span&gt;)  Uh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Poles?  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He shrugs&lt;/span&gt;)  Baffi grosso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He goes back to reading&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HARRY, after a moment, looks to ROSALINDA for enlightenment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROSALINDA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big moustaches.  Not nice for kissing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;) And the older ones are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grumpy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Temperamental, you mean?  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unlike the Italians ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-7830500243899127023?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/7830500243899127023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=7830500243899127023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/7830500243899127023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/7830500243899127023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-about-last-nights-telly.html' title='The One About Last Night&apos;s Telly'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-4049707359631767441</id><published>2008-03-10T21:38:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:00:52.744Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Storm</title><content type='html'>INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the morning and the place is relatively quiet.  AMADEUSZ, late 20s, a cleaning operative at Sunnyside, is watching the TV in Currys. He's not far from the entrance, and beside him is his janitorial trolley, with vinyl bag, bucket and wringer, duster and so on.  Catching the breakfast news on a 57-inch Toshiba LCD TV is part of his morning routine.  Keeping him company is his mate BERTRAM SHI, a Currys sales assistant, mid-20s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the TV, a woman REPORTER in so'wester is standing on the sea-front at Portsmouth Harbour in torrential wind and rain.  Her face is hardly visible whilst behind her, monster waves crash into the sea wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEWS TV REPORTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Travellers faced delays and thousands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of people woke to find they were without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;electricity this morning as the worst storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the winter batters Wales and southern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;England.  The unusually intense storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fronts came from Canada, hurtling across&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Atlantic at 200 miles an hour.  The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;combination of gale force winds, low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pressure and a massive tidal surge has &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;brought coastal flooding in many areas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cut to VT: we're up a hill somewhere, at a road junction and traffic lights.  Trees are swirling around in the winds and driving rain, the traffic lights are shaking.  On the junction, we can see a Nissan Micra which appears to be in two pieces.  The area has been cordoned off with police tape, and there are police, ambulance and fire brigade in attendance.  An American woman, GAYLE, in her early 60s, is being interviewed in the foreground as all this is going on behind her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TV NEWS REPORT - GAYLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We were sitting there, waiting at the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stop. We saw three trees being up-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rooted, we saw the power lines coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;down before our eyes, next thing we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know, the car's been clean cut in two,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; straight through the top and the hood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she turns around to look at the scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;behind her&lt;/span&gt;)  like a cheese-wire through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monterey Jack.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;) I never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saw anything like it in my life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BERTRAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's global warming, that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMADEUSZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's Japanese engineering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-4049707359631767441?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/4049707359631767441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=4049707359631767441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4049707359631767441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4049707359631767441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-about-storm.html' title='The One About The Storm'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-3963333714648876215</id><published>2008-03-08T10:18:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:48:39.979Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Mike Read</title><content type='html'>INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE .  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Sainsburys.  A companion scene to The One About The Royals. DOLLY, who is in her mid-60s, is nattering away to LORRAINE (30s), who works behind the cigarettes counter near the entrance. She is serving a customer, TRACEY (early 30s), who has her 12-year-old daughter SHANNON in tow and is, as ever, on her mobile.  We last saw TRACEY and SHANNON in The One About Ernie (Part 3). LORRAINE is listening to DOLLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOLLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D'you remember that fella, Mike Read?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LORRAINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one in Eastenders?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOLLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh?  Oh, no.  He died, didn't he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LORRAINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peggy's husband?  Did he?  That's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a shame.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;)  I don't really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watch it anymore.  Still, you've got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;move on eventually, haven't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOLLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In real life, dear.  I believe he died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in real life.  I remember reading &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about it in the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LORRAINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She crosses herself&lt;/span&gt;)  Bless him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was terrific in that part.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt;)  Frank Butcher, that was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOLLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one who was the DJ.  Did a TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;show called Saturday Superstore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LORRAINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes.  Tinted glasses.  The boring one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOLLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's him.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;)  He was driving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our taxi last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LORRAINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOLLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telling us all about his life, he was.  When&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we got home, Barry'd got all the shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in and had lunch on the table by the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd got shot of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LORRAINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was he doing driving your taxi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOLLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what he's doing now.  Said he'd had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enough of it all.  The glitz, the glamour, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;showbiz.  Meant nothing anymore, he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new beginning, he called it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LORRAINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOLLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People are queer, aren't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At this point, DOLLY's husband BARRY (late 60s) comes up, and picks up the carrier bags of shopping at his wife's feet.  Weekly routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOLLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To BARRY&lt;/span&gt;)  Who is it this week, dear?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BARRY winks at his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOLLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To LORRAINE&lt;/span&gt;)  Oh, I like a surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She smiles&lt;/span&gt;)  Bye bye, dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DOLLY and BARRY go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-3963333714648876215?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/3963333714648876215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=3963333714648876215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/3963333714648876215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-4810854457058344846</id><published>2008-02-29T22:03:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:08:08.841Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Leap Year</title><content type='html'>INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE - LUIGI'S CAFE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;CRYSTAL is in the corner with a cup of tea, minding her own business for a change.  She is reading a book.  Close in on the book's cover: 'The Secrets of Solitary Witches - And How To Make Your Spells Work.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LENA, late 20s, attractive, is surreptitiously eating a Wispa Bar alongside a black coffee.  Opposite her is her friend MICHELLE, late 20s, who wears a starched white uniform - she works in a dentist - and has chopsticks in her hair.  She stirs sugar into a cup of tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bit of a night last night.  Too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of that.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She presses in one side of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her nose: cocaine&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You naughty girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By way of explanation&lt;/span&gt;)  Ben's going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to Kandahar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;) Why's that, babe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cos he's in the army.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I know that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's being posted to Afghanistan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know where it is, I'm not stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;)  Afghanistan's the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;place to be at the moment, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  What with Prince Harry and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thinking of the Taliban strategy&lt;/span&gt;)  I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;imagine they'd use rockets.  Wouldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they?  To make sure.  Rather than &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;relying on bullets.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;) Are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you alright about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a strange day, today.  You know ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it doesn't really exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a leap year.  If you were born today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your next birthday isn't for three years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh.  Okay.  Does that mean that you're ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you age slower than your mates?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we didn't have leap years, December &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would end up in the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's got to be rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's true.  'Cos the months're always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going over.  They, like, keep the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;calendar in shape by letting the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pressure out.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt;)  I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;your hair like that, by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of the chopsticks in her hair&lt;/span&gt;)  The best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ones are the cheap ones you get from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;takeaways, 'cos they're rough and don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;slide out ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is St. David's Day ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. As the actress said to the bishop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-4810854457058344846?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/4810854457058344846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=4810854457058344846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4810854457058344846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4810854457058344846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-about-leap-year.html' title='The One About Leap Year'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-4866848924515924195</id><published>2008-02-23T15:13:00.018Z</published><updated>2008-05-11T06:34:54.932Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Royals</title><content type='html'>1.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sainsbury's.  The area of the supermarket near the main entrance with the cigarettes and tobacco, the magazines and newspapers.  At the counter is the gaunt VERNON, late 20s, who we saw in The One About Ernie (Part 2).  There is something quite menacing about him, particularly when he is being polite.  He puts two boxes of rice onto the counter, some foil and a can of Nurishment.  He is being served by CHANTRA, who is in her late 30s.  Beside her, LORRAINE (30s) is serving a CUSTOMER as she talks to an ELDERLY LADY, who has two bags of shopping at her feet.  This is DOLLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a small queue, at the front of which is a BLIND MAN with a guide-dog.  This is MILTON RADCLIFFE, 50s, silver-haired, tall and imposing.  Behind him is MICKY SHEPHERD, 40s, one of the SIGN PEOPLE whom we glimpsed in The One About The Curry Sale and featured in The One About The Banker.  He holds a placard which reads 'Internet - £1 - For 2 Hours' and an arrow underneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VERNON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To CHANTRA&lt;/span&gt;)  Which would you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is better, Long Grain or Basmati?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHANTRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapping the box of Basmati Rice&lt;/span&gt;)  This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is more tasty .. and less starchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VERNON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The problem with Basmati is that it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sticks.  It's sticky.  Isn't it?  It's a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nightmare.  Rice is a complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fucking nightmare, if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHANTRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you put a bit of butter in it, it stops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it sticking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VERNON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bit of butter?  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;)  I'm not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sure I've got any ..  The only rice I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have a problem with is Pilau.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt;)  I'll have twenty Royals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHANTRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anything else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHANTRA takes down 20 Royals and puts them on the counter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE - SAINSBURYS.  DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As before, but a few minutes later.  RADCLIFFE passes VERNON as he goes to the counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you ignoring me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VERNON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I invisible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHANTRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To MILTON&lt;/span&gt;)  Next, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VERNON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know you from Adam, mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He walks off&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calling after VERNON&lt;/span&gt;)  Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I think you know who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turning back&lt;/span&gt;)  Says he doesn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know me from Adam.  One day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he will know me better than he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knows himself.  But by then, it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will be too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHANTRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To RADCLIFFE&lt;/span&gt;)  Can I help you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADCLIFFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;urning to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHANTRA&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;)  Twenty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Consulate Menthol, please love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-4866848924515924195?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/4866848924515924195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=4866848924515924195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4866848924515924195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4866848924515924195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-about-royals.html' title='The One About The Royals'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-5743207570786306782</id><published>2008-02-20T14:41:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:41:22.295Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Ernie (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>1.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Picking up on The One About Ernie (Part 3).  Woolworths, as before. But now we see ERNIE motoring through the shop, towards the exit. Unbeknown to him, RUBY is hitching a lift - clinging on to the back of the electric wheelchair.  She is laughing.  Her elder sister CHLOE stands watching, in stitches.  Just as ERNIE and RUBY are about to leave the shop for the open road of the Upper Level, SIMON - CHLOE and RUBY's father - rushes past them into the shop, clearly very late for a rendezvous with his daughters.  It's like a cartoon. He sees RUBY, not quite believing his eyes; does a double-take, skids to a halt and shouts after her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruby?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RUBY, of course, realises that she's been rumbled, but can't get off. She's helpless.  And beginning to panic.  Meanwhile, CHLOE has joined her dad, skipping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHLOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breezy&lt;/span&gt;)  Hi, dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the fuck is going on?  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He runs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off after the disappearing RUBY&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHLOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice hair cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The entrance to Woolworths.  CHLOE and her father SIMON are having a shouting match, whilst RUBY stands crying nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHLOE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were waiting for you!  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angry&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; You told us, this is where we would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meet.  This is where we agreed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to meet!  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She starts to cry&lt;/span&gt;) But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you didn't come!  Did you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becoming hysterical&lt;/span&gt;).  We were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waiting for ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later.  SIMON, CHLOE and RUBY in the Central Concourse, making their way towards the lifts to the Car Park.  Not a picture of happiness, though at least CHLOE and RUBY have stopped crying.  And lo and behold, there's ERNIE, yet again - up ahead - and he's coming towards them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ERNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To SIMON, pointedly, as they pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;) Don't lose your temper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHLOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sticking the knife in&lt;/span&gt;) Yeah, dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ERNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You must learn to control yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-5743207570786306782?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/5743207570786306782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=5743207570786306782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/5743207570786306782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/5743207570786306782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-about-hitcher.html' title='The One About Ernie (Part 4)'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-1868736742634978128</id><published>2008-02-16T14:20:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:11:59.179Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE  - TODDS.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Todds.  Picking up on The One About The Axis Of Evil.  MACKENZIE has nearly finished SIMON's hair-cut, brushing the back of his neck.  At the same time, JOSEPH, the craggy man in his 50s or early 60s who we last saw scrounging a cup of tea off CRYSTAL in The One About Crystal's Memory, comes in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He sounds a bit like my mate Kenny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's in the building trade as well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as it happens.  He and his Missus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aren't talking to each other at the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To MACKENZIE&lt;/span&gt;)  Alright, Mack ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if I .. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He feebly points a little finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;towards the door at the back - he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wants to use the toilet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MACKENZIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giving him the mirror view of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back of his head&lt;/span&gt;) Oh yeah?  Why's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that, then? (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To JOSEPH&lt;/span&gt;)  Go ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSEPH saunters off to the back and disappears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They've got some friends staying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whilst their house is being decorated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rick and Tina.  So his Missus has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gone off to Norfolk or something for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a few days, she comes back, and he's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;making Tina a vodka and tonic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MACKENZIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's wrong with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, he never makes his Missus one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever.  And to add insult to injury, it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentine's Day and he doesn't even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;offer her a glass of wine.  So she's got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the hump, hasn't she, hasn't spoken to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;him for a couple of days now.   Says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's all because of Tina's breasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MACKENZIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, is it?  It's often the way, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you want anything in that?  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His hair&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's alright, thanks.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting up&lt;/span&gt;)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what the Trojan War was all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about, wasn't it?  I imagine the cause of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that - really - was not so much Helen's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;face, as Helen's breasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MACKENZIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nodding&lt;/span&gt;)  They've a lot to answer for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-1868736742634978128?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/1868736742634978128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=1868736742634978128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1868736742634978128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1868736742634978128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-about-valentines-day.html' title='The One About Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-2966890387908840055</id><published>2008-02-09T16:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:46:47.240Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Ernie (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>1.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woolworths. We see CHLOE (nine), and her sister RUBY (seven), who we saw earlier in The One About The Bogeyman and The One About Hal.  They are looking at Bratz dolls.  Behind them, a woman TRACEY (early 30s), accompanied by her daughter SHANNON (12), is talking on her mobile as she walks up the aisle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TRACEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, but listen ..  everywhere I go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got this old git trying to run me over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not jokin' yer, Davinia, he nearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drove over my toe.  I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRACEY walks purposefully up the aisle, with her daughter in tow, past CHLOE and RUBY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE - WOOLWORTHS.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The skeletal ERNIE appears in his motorised wheelchair at the end of the aisle, and approaches CHLOE and RUBY at some speed.  CHLOE and RUBY are talking.  ERNIE stops quite abruptly to talk to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHLOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think you should get that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ERNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interrupting them, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lightly menacing&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw you before, didn't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHLOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turning round&lt;/span&gt;)  Excuse me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ERNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHLOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How fast does your wheelchair go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ERNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, quite fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ERNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it's supposed to have a top speed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of ten miles per hour, but ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ten miles per hour ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ERNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I can't say I've ever been at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Possibly when I visit my son in Brighton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's always telling me to slow down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mind you, it doesn't come cheap, you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you have to pay for it.  Some of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are like snails.  I like a bit of pick-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How much does it cost?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ERNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, this is a Cordoba, which costs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;around three thousand pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three thousand pounds!  You're kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHLOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were robbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ERNIE is visibly deflated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-2966890387908840055?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/2966890387908840055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=2966890387908840055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2966890387908840055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2966890387908840055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-about-cordoba.html' title='The One About Ernie (Part 3)'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-6295259386700011457</id><published>2008-02-02T09:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:57:13.591Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Ashley Cole</title><content type='html'>INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;We're in the underground car park, beneath Sunnyside, on one of the upper levels.  In a restricted access delivery depot, we see HARRY and his supervisor KENNY, both wearing hard hats and fluorescent jackets. In front of them are several palettes loaded with paper towels and toilet tissue. They are inspecting one of them particularly closely: one corner of the stacked paper towels appears to have been quite dramatically cut out or shorn off. HARRY and KENNY yatter away.  They are watched patiently by security officer HAYLEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See Newcastle have brought in Dennis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above Keegan ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes no sense at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. Who had no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wasn't king for long, was he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's ludicrous.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To HAYLEY&lt;/span&gt;)  Is it just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this one, love? (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Palette&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nodding&lt;/span&gt;)  The others not been touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chris Moyles was having a go at Ashley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's been caught out, hasn't he?  Naughty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boy.  Thing is, though, he's a footballer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To HARRY&lt;/span&gt;)  What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To HAYLEY&lt;/span&gt;)  I think .. she's a lovely girl, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she doesn't deserve that.  If I was Avram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grant, I'd be having a word. 'Professional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is an attitude, it's a state of mind, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's what goes on up here (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He taps his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;temple&lt;/span&gt;)  The players here at Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are all professional.  You get my drift?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do but  ..  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pointing at the paper towels&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I meant this.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;To KENNY&lt;/span&gt;)  What's this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaking his head&lt;/span&gt;)  No idea, if I'm honest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love.  Mutant rat?  Triceratops?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-6295259386700011457?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/6295259386700011457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=6295259386700011457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6295259386700011457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6295259386700011457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-about-ashley-cole.html' title='The One About Ashley Cole'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-6758971901332219781</id><published>2008-01-31T22:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:00:18.764Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Axis Of Evil</title><content type='html'>INT.  TODDS THE BARBERS.  DAY.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Picking up on The One About The Boiler.  SIMON framed in the mirror, his hair wet, as MACKENZIE cuts away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MACKENZIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He rang me up the other day.  He said, 'Have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you got a minute?'  I sort of didn't, but I've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;known him since I was 16, and I know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on occasion you have to hear him out. He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;says, 'Bush is going to bomb Iran.'  I said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Oh, right.  Why's that then?'  He said, 'Don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;worry about that, that's not the point.'  The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;idea that the future of civilisation might be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beside the point is ..  Anyway.  He says, 'The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;point is the price of oil is going through the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;roof.'  'Oh,' I say.  He says, 'I've looked in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loot and you can get a tank that holds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10,000 litres for 45 quid.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MACKENZIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Obviously,' he says, 'I can't keep it in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;garage 'cos it's too big.  But I've got a mate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who owns a farm can keep it at his.  Fill it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up with red diesel 'til it's all over.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a moment&lt;/span&gt;)  What's red diesel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MACKENZIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's what farmers use.  It's cheaper 'cos you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't have to pay VAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That bloke's a lunatic.  Ayotollah-Jihadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what's-his-chops, the President, says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Holocaust was all made up.  Zionist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conspiracy.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;)  What's his name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;)  So what was he going to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with it, sell it?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MACKENZIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh no, it was for his own personal use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheap supply of fuel, 'til it's all over.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rying to remember the President's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt;)  Ahmenijad, or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MACKENZIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, he wasn't going to sell it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-6758971901332219781?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/6758971901332219781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=6758971901332219781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6758971901332219781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6758971901332219781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-about-axis-of-evil.html' title='The One About The Axis Of Evil'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-6300795573625144809</id><published>2008-01-29T19:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:17:47.068Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Maeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1.  INT.  THE ANGEL.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pick up on The One About The Banker, focusing on MAEVE (who we saw in the first story), looking disconsolate, a pint of lager in front of her, whilst elsewhere the suited TONY HILLCOCK has a go at MICKY SHEPHERD for resigning from his high-powered job without explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;2.  INT.  SUPERMARKET.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sainsburys.  The far corner, near the fridges: all sorts of different juices and milk.  It's the middle of the afternoon and it's quiet.  See THOMPSON standing behind a small counter, sort of swaying because he is so bored.  We saw THOMPSON in the first story with MAEVE, and in The One About The March Of Time.  He's a big man with a big belly.  This story is a flash-back.  On the counter in front of him are ranged four small different coloured bottles of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  INT.  SUPERMARKET.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See MAEVE walking purposefully towards the back of the supermarket. MAEVE is always cheerful and very round.  As she comes to the end of the aisle, she sees the tall and rotund THOMPSON, standing behind the counter with the water bottles.  He looks slightly ridiculous. He sees her and comes to life, greeting her, an American accent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAEVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slightly leaning towards her&lt;/span&gt;)  Can I interest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you in some Dasani Flavoured Water?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAEVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smiles and thinks; she hates to disappoint&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um ..  I'm sort of .. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a rush.  She looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt;)  I'll have a taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you like strawberry, rasberry, mango or -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAEVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanting to get it over with&lt;/span&gt;)  Strawberry's fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THOMPSON pours some into a small plastic cup and gives it to MAEVE, who tastes it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAEVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know what?  That's surprisingly good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what?  That's what they all say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God's truth.  I wouldn't sell it else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAEVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's very refreshing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And not only that.  It's got no calories, so you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't put weight on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment.  Oops, he might have blown it.  MAEVE, of course, is a hefty weight.  Mind you, THOMPSON's no Daddy Long-Legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAEVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A bit too strong&lt;/span&gt;)  You're a fine one to talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's only just come on the market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAEVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking another taste&lt;/span&gt;)  I thought I hadn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seen it before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a good way to hydrate yourself and at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the same time it's nutritional. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's got all sorts of vitamins in it.  Would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you like to buy some?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAEVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surprising herself&lt;/span&gt;)  I think I would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you like me to get you a bottle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAEVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going off to the fridges&lt;/span&gt;)  Would you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like the strawberry, or rasberry or -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAEVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The strawberry's fine.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment.  To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his back&lt;/span&gt;)  What I really came for was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-6300795573625144809?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/6300795573625144809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=6300795573625144809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6300795573625144809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6300795573625144809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-about-maeve.html' title='The One About Maeve'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-1329130697369422077</id><published>2008-01-19T21:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:38:06.236Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Kevin Keegan (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luigi's Cafe.  A different angle on The One About Crystal's Memory. We focus on HARRY (late 30s) and his supervisor KENNY (early 40s). Hard hats at the side, papers in front of them as they eat.  KENNY is playing Sudoku in the London Paper while HARRY is reading the sport.  In the background, we see CRYSTAL and JOSEPH - as ROSALINDA takes JOSEPH's order - and elsewhere, LENA and her friend SARAH, both in their 20s. The TV on in the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reading&lt;/span&gt;)  "Sister Josephine Matthews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;said there's nothing wrong calling him a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Messiah.  'I don't think Jesus would mind,'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she said."  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment.  He looks up at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KENNY)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;I beg to differ.  Jesus will mind,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;in my opinion, if our Kev isn't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;any good.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;looks down again to read the paper&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;King Kev, it says here, hasn't watched a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;single game in three years.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a moment,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he looks up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at KENNY again&lt;/span&gt;) He went in and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;talked to the team at half-time, told them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;not to worry about that. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;) Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;me old-fashioned, but doesn't that mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;you know fuck all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't knock Special K.  Jimmy put a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bet on him becoming manager.  Just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;over a week ago.  Which no one saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coming.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;)  Not even Shearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Won four and a half fucking grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're shitting me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He put some money on Shearer as well ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He hit the jackpot there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HARRY goes back to reading the sports news, and KENNY goes back to his Sudoku.  Commentary from the TV wafts in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEWS PRESENTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Home Secretary said that an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;effective response to terrorism could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never depend only on government&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the police .."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To KENNY, but his head down &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;)  Havant are the only non-League&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;club left in the FA Cup. They're 100-1 to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beat Liverpool.  And 10,000-1 to win the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cup.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He looks up at KENNY again&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haven't a hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment.  Deadpan&lt;/span&gt;)  That's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good.  'Haven't a hope.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-1329130697369422077?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/1329130697369422077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=1329130697369422077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1329130697369422077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1329130697369422077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-about-kevin-keegan.html' title='The One About Kevin Keegan (Part 1)'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-6999674899688824108</id><published>2008-01-19T16:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-05-04T10:16:54.735Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Ernie (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;ERNIE, the skeletal old man we saw before in The One About The Ernie, has been stopped for speeding in his motorised wheelchair outside Woolworths on the Upper Level by Security Officer HAYLEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You could've knocked some-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one over.  You were going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so fast, you wouldn't have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;been able to stop in time.  It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would only have taken a small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;child to come out of here (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indicates Woolworths behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;) and .. bam!  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She punches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her fist into her hand for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;added effect&lt;/span&gt;).  Carnage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ERNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what brakes are for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it happens again, I'll have no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;option but to give you a fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let this be a warning to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ERNIE is seething.  He shakes his head and looks away in disgust.  His attention is drawn by a scrawny couple, KEVIN and LAILA, both in their late 20s, talking to their teenage son VERNON, whose face is gaunt and empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KEVIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Utterly helpless&lt;/span&gt;) Come 'ome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soon, son.  So we can talk to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you.  Yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LAILA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close to tears&lt;/span&gt;)  We ain't seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you for such a long time.  Just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;come 'ome to talk, that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VERNON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He won't&lt;/span&gt;)  I will. I will.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He goes&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ERNIE drives off, watched by HAYLEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-6999674899688824108?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/6999674899688824108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=6999674899688824108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6999674899688824108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6999674899688824108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-about-ernies-driving.html' title='The One About Ernie (Part 2)'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-2631700958001563670</id><published>2008-01-18T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T08:39:45.148Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Crystal's Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luigi's Cafe.  CRYSTAL, as always in faded wedding dress and veil, is in the corner with a cup of tea, reading a book.  Close in on the cover: 'The Secrets of Solitary Witches - And How To Make Your Spells Work.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LENA, early 20s, attractive, and her friend SARAH, 20s, who wears a starched white uniform, having breakfast.  LUIGI himself and ROSALINDA, his daughter, working.  Elsewhere, two men in fluorescent jackets and hard hats on the table.  This is HARRY (late 30s) and his supervisor KENNY (early 40s), who we saw briefly in The One About Hal.  See a craggy man, JOSEPH, coming in.  He's probably in his late 50s or early 60s, it's difficult to tell.  There's something of the vagrant about him.  He goes up to CRYSTAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mind if I join you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking up from her book&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help yourself.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She gives him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a smile&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Much obliged to yer, ma'am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think nothing of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's the lucky fella?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a long moment&lt;/span&gt;)  I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ashamed to say .. I've forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That can't be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROSALINDA comes over to take JOSEPH's order.  JOSEPH looks at ROSALINDA, and then looks at CRYSTAL.  He doesn't have any money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next time .. it's on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-2631700958001563670?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/2631700958001563670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=2631700958001563670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2631700958001563670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2631700958001563670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-about-greasy-spoon-part-3.html' title='The One About Crystal&apos;s Memory'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-1632614235421141570</id><published>2008-01-12T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:40:30.751Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Boiler</title><content type='html'>INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;A hairdressers, S. Todd  - old style, Fifties chairs, trendy.  A sofa.  Large mirrors along the walls, a wooden floor.  A large window onto the mall.  It's busy.  There are four HAIRDRESSERS working: MACKENZIE and BEDFORD (both mid-30s), KERRY (25) and KIRSTEN (late 20s).  An assistant, WINSTON (21) is on the phone and entering an appointment into a diary.  A door at the back leads downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The focus throughout is MACKENZIE as he cuts the hair of SIMON, who was last seen in The One About The Bogeyman.  Their conversation is framed entirely in the mirror in front of them.  On the mirror, close in on a sticker which shows troops in full combat-gear with helicopter gun-ships flying above them.  Underneath, the caption reads 'Americans Flying Overhead.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MACKENZIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I searched on the internet and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;discover that the going rate to fix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is two and a half grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For a new boiler?  That sounds a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bit steep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MACKENZIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got this mate who buys council&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;properties, puts as many bedrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in them as possible, then rents them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to students.  Does everything on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cheap.  Consequently he's very rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He says to me, 'The Bosch is like a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mercedes, the Vaillant's like a Ford,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and what you want's a Fiat.  Something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that runs forever and there are always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;parts available.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-1632614235421141570?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/1632614235421141570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=1632614235421141570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1632614235421141570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1632614235421141570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-about-boiler.html' title='The One About The Boiler'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-4915776929326219691</id><published>2008-01-12T14:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:48:14.699Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Ernie (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ERNIE, skeletal and ancient, a hearing aid in his ear, driving a Cordoba motorised wheelchair along the Upper Tier.  We see some SHOPPERS stepping out of the way as they see him bearing down on them.  We see a SMALL CHILD, oblivious, about to be mown down.  A hand grabs the hood of the CHILD's coat as ERNIE blasts past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To ERNIE&lt;/span&gt;)  Watch it, will yer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But ERNIE can't hear a thing.  He tips her a salute as he passes, all smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ERNIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To THE MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;)  How do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the disappearing ERNIE&lt;/span&gt;)  Look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where you're fuckin' going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-4915776929326219691?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/4915776929326219691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=4915776929326219691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4915776929326219691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4915776929326219691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-about-cordoba-part-1.html' title='The One About Ernie (Part 1)'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-6257114585087200152</id><published>2008-01-06T21:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:23:20.020Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Preacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A reverse angle on The One About The Bogeyman.  BBs restaurant for muffins and ice creams, which opens onto the central concourse.  We are with MIRIAM, a self-styled preacher, as she approaches the customers, none of whom wish to acknowledge her presence or existence. Nearest to her are a YOUNG COUPLE and a WOMAN on her own reading a book.  At the back are SIMON and his daughter RUBY in conversation, and a WAITRESS.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIRIAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody has got a time in this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For each of you, your time will come ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be significant.  To shine like jewels.  You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;must be wise enough, smart enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to see the opportunity for what it is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and seize it. Then you can become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like Kings and Queens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOMAN READING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking up from her book&lt;/span&gt;)  Excuse me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to be rude, but I want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;read.  Every now and then, you seem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; to pop up out of nowhere.  Why don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you choose somewhere else? (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at that she returns to her reading&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIRIAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each of us is special.  As long as you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not selfish, I promise you, you will make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it in this world.  It is more important to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;greet a fellow human being -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOMAN READING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interrupting her&lt;/span&gt;) It isn't.  It is more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;important to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And at that she slams shut her book, puts it in her bag, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and walks off - all of which has been seen by the WAITRESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIRIAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bless everybody for their strength.  This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is very important, because there is a power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in each of you which is beyond all under-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;standing.  You may have to find a way to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;discover it in yourselves, you may know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you already have it.  But with it you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will be free.  And the world will be yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if you are sinful or greedy, then you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will be punished.  Believe me, I know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awaits you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAITRESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get lost, Miriam.  I won't warn you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-6257114585087200152?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/6257114585087200152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=6257114585087200152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6257114585087200152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6257114585087200152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-about-preacher.html' title='The One About The Preacher'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-6518062959630746963</id><published>2008-01-03T20:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:07:12.925Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Banker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;The Angel Public House, set within the main entrance way to Sunnyside in the covered outer piazza.  It has a large central island bar, an eclectic mix of furniture and sofas, a kitchen at the back and a blackboard menu on the wall.  There are stairs to a function room and private accommodation on the floors above.  The landlord, RONNIE THE MOOSE, is behind the bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the middle of the afternoon and the place is almost deserted.  There's a couple of BLOKES at the bar, regulars who occasionally involve RONNIE in their conversation.  A woman on her own, MAEVE (who we saw in the first story, The One About The Public Convenience Part 1), looking disconsolate.  And a couple of PEOPLE by one of the windows:  MICKY SHEPHERD (40s) has beside him a placard leaning against the wall.  It reads 'Internet - £1 - For 2 Hours' with an arrow beneath.   We saw him, fleetingly, in The One About The Curry Sale amongst the other SIGN PEOPLE.  Talking to MICKY is TONY HILLCOCK, late 30s, suit. MICKY stares out of the window and appears to be largely ignoring him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TONY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on Micky, let's talk about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it.  I didn't come all this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to .. I think, at the very least,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you owe me an explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICKY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just don't want to do it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want it to stop.  I want everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to slow down .. to a standstill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TONY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you think .. by doing this (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nods towards the placard&lt;/span&gt;) time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will slow down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICKY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment&lt;/span&gt;)  It does.  Crushingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-6518062959630746963?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/6518062959630746963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=6518062959630746963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6518062959630746963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6518062959630746963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-about-banker.html' title='The One About The Banker'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-4717137100919649729</id><published>2008-01-02T12:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:13:13.291Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Manhole Cover</title><content type='html'>1.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  NIGHT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;One of the rear service yards to the shopping centre: F Service Yard, which featured in The One About The Skateboarders.  It is dimly lit.  A van is parked in a bay beneath a sign which reads: 'Cars parked here without authorisation will be clamped.'  The doors of the van are open, and we can just make out tools inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nearby, in the centre of the yard, a red and white-striped temporary canvas work hut used by telecom engineers has been erected.  There is light inside it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside the canvas hut is YOSHITAKA and ZENSHO, both in their late 20s.  They are kneeling on the ground looking at a manhole cover between them.  YOSHITAKA holds a lamp over it, and as he does so we see that it has a complex design of shapes and hieroglyphs, a bit like a maze.  It is circular within a square frame.  Across the bottom is the inscription, 'La Fonderie Toulouse.'  YOSHITAKA and ZENSHO marvel at it as if it were a work of art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside the canvas hut, ZENSHO is trying to open the manhole cover with a crow-bar, without success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOSHITAKA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, let me have a go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4.  EXT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside the hut, ZENSHO and YOSHITAKA, both wearing round welding goggles, are using an oxycetaline torch around the edge of the manhole cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following morning, F Service Yard. There is no van, no canvas work hut.  But there is a hole in the yard where the manhole cover once was.  Above it stands HAYLEY who, as ever, is on her walkie-talkie.  Some SKATEBOARDERS seen over in the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Control, come in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-4717137100919649729?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/4717137100919649729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=4717137100919649729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4717137100919649729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/4717137100919649729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-about-manhole-cover.html' title='The One About The Manhole Cover'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-5112325203407841295</id><published>2008-01-01T17:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T08:40:17.176Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About Hal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SUPERMARKET CAR PARK.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JESSICA (mid-thirties) in a lift to the underground car park beneath Sunnyside Shopping Centre.  With her are her two daughters, CHLOE (nine) and RUBY (seven), dressed in Boden.  RUBY we saw with her father SIMON in The One About The Bogeyman.  A supermarket trolley laden with food and drink between them.  A long moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHLOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum, I don't think we're moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SUPERMARKET CAR PARK.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;See JESSICA unloading the shopping from the supermarket trolley into the back of the car, a BMW X5.   Meanwhile, CHLOE and RUBY are inside the car, in the back, arguing over who sits in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHLOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you were in the middle on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHLOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Losing her temper&lt;/span&gt;) Listen ...  Move out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the way or I'll kill you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is the sound of glass smashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  INT.  SUPERMARKET CAR PARK.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are broken bottles on the ground at the back of the BMW, and a river of wine.  JESSICA loses it just as two WORKERS walk past.  They are HARRY (late 30s) and his supervisor KENNY (early 40s), wearing hard hats and fluorescent jackets.  They both look at JESSICA as they pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JESSICA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit!  Fucking assholes and .. SHIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To HARRY and KEVIN&lt;/span&gt;)  And shit to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4.  INT.  SUPERMARKET CAR PARK. DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JESSICA approaches the car park exit barrier.  CHLOE is in the passenger seat beside her, and RUBY is sitting in the back on the arm-rest in the middle.  JESSICA posts her ticket into the machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To JESSICA&lt;/span&gt;)  I wasn't doing anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHLOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To JESSICA&lt;/span&gt;)  Yes she was.  My stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close on the ticket machine.  'You must pay at the ticket machine before exiting.'  JESSICA puts her face in her hands and leans her forehead on the steering wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHLOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum, what is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5.  INT.  SUPERMARKET CAR PARK.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JESSICA is talking to the car park ticket machine.  See the camera lens in the machine - like Hal in 2001 A Space Odyssey.  Catch a glimpse of a long queue of cars behind her in the wing mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JESSICA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to explain to you .. the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reason we couldn't get out in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Car horns heard blaring from behind.  JESSICA looks over her shoulder at the cars behind, looks ahead at the barrier in front of her, looks at the camera in the machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TICKET BARRIER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You must return to the ticket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;machine and re-pay the fee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JESSICA puts the car into gear, revs, and blasts through the barrier which bends backwards and snaps off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JESSICA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6.  INT.  SUPERMARKET CAR PARK.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the BMW burning off, and the smashed barrier left behind in its wake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-5112325203407841295?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/5112325203407841295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=5112325203407841295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/5112325203407841295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/5112325203407841295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-about-car-park.html' title='The One About Hal'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-1290894994607948716</id><published>2007-12-31T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:31:40.847Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Burial Ground</title><content type='html'>INT.  LUIGI'S CAFE.  MORNING.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CRYSTAL is talking to LUIGI while CONNOR is finishing his breakfast, reading a newspaper. During this,  HAYLEY comes in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know how long the church was there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over seven hundred years. It's where they put &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the dead during the Black Death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LUIGI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alarmed&lt;/span&gt;)  Here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a burial ground.  They brought the dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by boat along the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LUIGI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Under the ground is dead people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROSALINDA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interrupting&lt;/span&gt;)  Under the ground is a car park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They got rid of the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting down opposite CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;)  Alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is a girl to get married these days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking up from his paper&lt;/span&gt;)  Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-1290894994607948716?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/1290894994607948716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=1290894994607948716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1290894994607948716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1290894994607948716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-about-greasy-spoon-part-2.html' title='The One About The Burial Ground'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-3535162702528231069</id><published>2007-12-31T14:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-11T06:31:23.926Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Curry Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Security Officer HAYLEY is walking through the central concourse. She passes several people, all holding placard signs (reading 'Pine Furniture', 'Massive Rug Sale', 'Internet - £1 - For 2 Hours', 'Sim Cards', 'Barbers', 'Mobile Phones - Unlocking', 'Golf Sale', 'Tattoo &amp;amp; Piercing', 'Learn English' and lastly 'Curry Sale' - all with arrows underneath the words), all pointing in different directions.   These are the Sign People, and some of them hand out cards to the shoppers who pass by.  The man holding the sign saying 'Internet - £1 - For 2 Hours,' MICKY SHEPHERD, will feature in The One About The Banker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;2.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;A large queue from one of these sales cuts straight across the concourse - effectively forming a barrier to the thoroughfare of shoppers.  HAYLEY, smiling, is onto it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;To the queue of people&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;)  Move to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;side, please.  Move to the side.  (&lt;/span&gt;She uses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her baton to chivvy them out of the way&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;PERSON IN QUEUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Oi, we're not cattle you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The queue of people is now neatly lined up against the side.  HAYLEY, meanwhile, is dishing out a ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Do you want a penalty notice for £80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;payable within two weeks, or an on-the-spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;fine payable now in cash or credit card for £50?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;PERSON IN QUEUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;After thinking about it for a long time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watched by his mates&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;) Erm ... I think I'll ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Phone a friend.  Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-3535162702528231069?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/3535162702528231069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=3535162702528231069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/3535162702528231069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/3535162702528231069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-about-curry-sale.html' title='The One About The Curry Sale'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-6274681605438262435</id><published>2007-12-30T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:31:02.369Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Greasy Spoon</title><content type='html'>1.  INT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CUSTOMERS include CONNOR, the security guard and CRYSTAL, an old lady in her eighties who is wearing a faded wedding dress &amp;amp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TELEVISION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A man has died after being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;locked in a public toilet outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a busy shopping centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oblivious&lt;/span&gt;)  I'm getting married this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LUIGI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Routine, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n eye on the television&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations.  Who is the lucky man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His name's slipped my mind for the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;being.  But I'm sure it'll come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LUIGI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope it comes back in time for the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To ROSALINDA, of CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;) Your fancy-man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; needs to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TELEVISION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The mystery death follows the killing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of Robert Forsyth (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we see a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photograph of  MAN MOUNTAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOB&lt;/span&gt;) in the same shopping centre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;earlier this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  INT.  LUIGI'S CAFE. DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROSALINDA is at CONNOR'S table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROSALINDA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. White toast and tea.  Anything else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very abrupt, his eyes on the television&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TELEVISION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. David Ash (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over a sequence of CCTV stills&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the man who was identified as the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Longbow Killer from CCTV footage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the incident at Sunnyside Shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Centre, was never caught by police.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  INT.  LUIGI'S CAFE.  DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CRYSTAL is in full flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one cares anymore, nobody has any sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of responsibility or morality.  People are so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weak, it's pathetic.  The young are so molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coddled, they don't know they're born most &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the time.  It's such little things now that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people are concerned with, such superficial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things.  Little things please little minds, that's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what I say.  When I was a young girl, people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had meaning and a reason to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-6274681605438262435?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/6274681605438262435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=6274681605438262435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6274681605438262435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6274681605438262435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-about-greasy-spoon.html' title='The One About The Greasy Spoon'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-3653134835390517419</id><published>2007-12-30T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:36:18.967Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Flowers</title><content type='html'>1.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE PIAZZA.  EVENING.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The public toilets in Sunnyside Piazza are cordoned off with blue and white 'Police - Keep Out' tape.  CONNOR and HAYLEY, Sunnyside Security, stand nearby alongside A POLICEMAN.  An SO3 POLICE OFFICER in a white paper suit and face mask forensically examines the inside of the Superloo THOMPSON came out of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE PIAZZA.  EVENING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nearby, against the wall, some flowers have been laid.  Zoom in on a card with a message that reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MESSAGE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were one in a million.  Heaven got &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lucky today.  My misfortune to be left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;behind.  It's what I've always dreaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pull out to see PEOPLE walking past, oblivious, going home with their shopping, another day done in an endless cycle of repetition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-3653134835390517419?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/3653134835390517419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=3653134835390517419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/3653134835390517419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/3653134835390517419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-about-public-convenience-part-3.html' title='The One About The Flowers'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-5590694581720589302</id><published>2007-12-30T16:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:20:13.312Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Bogeyman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;SIMON MILLS (early 40s, plump) and his daughters RUBY (seven) and CHLOE (eleven) are at a table in BBs, which opens onto the central concourse of the shopping centre.  Above them a sign, 'Drinks, Muffins and Ice Cream.'  It's the morning and is fairly busy.  SIMON is drinking a cappuccino, RUBY has an apple juice and a muffin, CHLOE has a Coke and is listening to music on her iPod.  She holds a monkey, CHICO, in her arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy .. When you saw the witch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were you scared?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What witch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one that you saw.  The witch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mummy said you woke up in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the night.  Was it the Bogeyman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment.  A LARGE BLACK WOMAN approaches the CUSTOMERS and starts to preach to them all, clutching a well-thumbed copy of the Bible.  This is MIRIAM.  The CUSTOMERS try as hard as possible not to look at or acknowledge her.  She is heard just at the beginning of SIMON and RUBY's conversation, and then dips out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIRIAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody has got a time in this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For each of you, your time will come ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be significant.  To shine like jewels ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can become like Kings and Queens ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He came into my bedroom last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who did?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wicked witch.  And he cast a spell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on Chico.  I was sleeping, and then I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woke up.  And Chico was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where was he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was sitting on the floor.  Wide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was he alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, he was crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what did you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got out of bed, I picked him up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then I took him back to bed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was he okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was very frightened.  But he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went back to sleep in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's good.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He strokes her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheek, deeply affected&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He doesn't talk to me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He doesn't say anything.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holds Chico tight&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-5590694581720589302?l=1mall.blogspot.com' 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This is THOMPSON, early 50s, who we saw at the very beginning.  He wears a khaki jacket and belt, and beige cotton trousers.  Unlike before, however, he now has a beard, he is thin, has long hair and is filthy. His clothes are soiled and torn, his hands are black.  PEOPLE are walking past with their shopping, ignoring him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As we close in on THOMPSON, we see that his face is scratched and bloody.  There is a desperation in his eyes as he looks around.  He squints, shielding his eyes from the light, as if he's been in darkness for days.  Weeks even.  Tears start to stream from his eyes.  He goes up to a PASSER-BY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The PASSER-BY ignores him and walks on.  THOMPSON goes up to another person, an old lady, OLIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What day is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLIVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surprised at the question&lt;/span&gt;) It's Thursday, dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLIVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday the what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLIVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe it's ... the thirtieth today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLIVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Urgent&lt;/span&gt;) Of what month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLIVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh.  December.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She looks at him, not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing whether &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's good or bad&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;December, dear.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She smiles&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In total shock&lt;/span&gt;)  You're sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLIVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She looks over his shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;towards the Christmas tree and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decorations&lt;/span&gt;) Quite sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THOMPSON follows her gaze, looks at the decorations.  He starts to shake, like he's having some sort of fit.  OLIVE is frightened and watches him helplessly, as he falls to the ground.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-3171741378063150650?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/3171741378063150650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=3171741378063150650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/3171741378063150650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/3171741378063150650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-about-public-convenience-part-two.html' title='The One About The March Of Time'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-7404059123688118289</id><published>2007-05-27T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:42:30.579Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Boot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shoe-repairers in the main concourse. Shoe repairs and key-cutting. See the owner, ONE-EYED CARLOS, in the back. He's in his 50s and wears thick, Harry Palmer glasses. His left eye, however, is covered with a black patch. Occasionally, he looks up from his work, cutting a key, looks at a small portable televisionset in the corner. It's a wonder he can see anything at all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the counter is his daughter MARIA, who is in her early thirties. MARIA might be quite attractive if it wasn't for a rather pronounced moustache.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the side, glimpse a public information poster asking everyone to join together to fight the war on terrorism. "It's up to all of us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TELEVISION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police were searching last night for a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man who shot dead a builder with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an arrow in a crowded shopping centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A customer, RAY (late twenties) is talking to MARIA, a pair of boots on the counter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought them in to be mended a couple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria takes the boots. She inspects one of them carefully. She turns it over, looks at the sole, and then the heel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I first brought them in, it took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well over a week for them to be sorted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was told it was only going to be a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MARIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Putting the boot that she has been inspecting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;down on the counter&lt;/em&gt;) That's okay. Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;wrong with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's not the one causing the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;MARIA picks up the other boot&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If I'd known then what I know now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I think I would've done things a bit differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MARIA is looking at the other boot. She turns it over, and all looks fine. Then she pulls slightly on the heel, and it comes away. It's completely broken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;See what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MARIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;One moment please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MARIA goes into the back with the boot and talks to her father, who interrupts his work. CARLOS lifts his glasses to peer into the empty well of the broken heel's interior. After a while, MARIA returns to the counter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MARIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Yes, these are very difficult to repair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Pointing to CARLOS&lt;/em&gt;) That's what he told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me before. When I came to pick them up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I asked why they'd taken so long. He said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that he'd had to send them away. 'Send&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;them away?' I said. 'Where to?' 'The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;workshop,' he says, 'I can't do them here.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MARIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Showing RAY the broken heel&lt;/em&gt;) If you look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you can see. Because they are made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;plastic, they are very difficult to mend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Pointing again at CARLOS&lt;/em&gt;) That's exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;what he said. Exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MARIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;He is my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That explains it then. 'All the boots now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;are coming from Taiwan and China,' he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;says. To be honest, I don't care if they're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;coming from Timbuktu, I just want them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;fixed. I can't be the first person with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;broken heel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MARIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We can send them to the workshop again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;but .. I do not think that it will work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So you're not really .. You don't repair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;It's not what you do at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MARIA studiously ignores the bait and smiles at RAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MARIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Look. (&lt;em&gt;She leans over the counter and shows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAY the inside of the heel&lt;/em&gt;) Try to see, really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;see what I am saying, and you will understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There is nothing to work with to recreate the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;heel, because it is made of plastic. This boot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; .. is cheap. My father should never have agreed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to mend it. He can never say no. And now you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;are angry because it is broken again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAY looks at the boot, and then at MARIA. They are close.  He is being affected both by her cutting remark and their closeness. A moment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Right. So.  (&lt;em&gt;Another moment&lt;/em&gt;) What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAY is attracted to MARIA now, moustache and all. He looks at her again, seeing her in a completely different way from before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MARIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Soft&lt;/em&gt;) I will try one more time. Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;One more time we give it a go. And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;if it is not possible to mend them, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;will give you your money back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MARIA writes out a ticket receipt and hands it to RAY. RAY takes it, looks at it. For him, it is a token of hope, a promise of possibility. The moment is broken as Security Officer CONNOR comes up to the counter.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To MARIA, showing her a photograph&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse me, Madam, have you seen this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MARIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment as she looks at the photograph&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No.  Sorry.  Why?  Who is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the Longbow Killer.  Isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CONNOR looks at RAY suspiciously before walking off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shoe-repairers. As RAY is going, a MAN comes up to the counter. He has a key in his hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;To MARIA&lt;/em&gt;) This door-key doesn't work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and now I can't get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-7404059123688118289?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/7404059123688118289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=7404059123688118289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/7404059123688118289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/7404059123688118289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-about-boot.html' title='The One About The Boot'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-5333229648566694061</id><published>2007-04-22T10:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:08:20.316Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Bicycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bicycle shop. ABU - the man who was looking suspicious in The One About The Busybody - sits astride a brand new bicycle, getting a feel for it, as the ASSISTANT explains its features. ABU's girlfriend DELLA (30) watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ASSISTANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aluminium frame, alloy hubs, double wall rims,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;alloy cranks, semi-raised steel handlebars, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;21-speed Shimano shifter. It’s a good all-purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;bicycle, very robust ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The main concourse of Sunnyside. Security Guard CONNOR is talking to someone on the walkie-talkie. Beside him is DYLAN (40), the Deputy Security Manager.  They are very jumpy, eyes peeled for the Longbow Killer or - failing that - anyone who looks in the least bit suspicious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;To JIM&lt;/em&gt;) Say again, Jim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;OOV on the walkie-talkie&lt;/em&gt;) He’s bought a push-bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DYLAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;To CONNOR, indicating the whole shopping centre&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No bikes.  We’ve got him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We see DELLA with ABU, who is wheeling his brand new bike through the main concourse of Sunnyside. See some way ahead, DYLAN and CONNOR walking towards them, urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The main concourse of Sunnyside. CONNOR goes up to ABU as DYLAN holds back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Excuse me, sir. No bicycles in the shopping centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ABU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Company policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ABU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;But I’ve just bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;No bicycles allowed, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ABU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;But I bought it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Sorry sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DELLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This is ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DYLAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Stepping forward&lt;/em&gt;) The best thing to do is to take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;back to the shop you bought it from. If you can carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;it, rather than wheeling it along, that would be acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ABU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;You're having a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DYLAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;You can ask them to deliver it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ABU picks up the bike and starts to walk back to the bicycle shop. DYLAN and CONNOR watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Sorry about that, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ABU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah. Sure you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DELLA, with ABU carrying the brand new bicycle through the concourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DYLAN and CONNOR in the concourse. Suddenly, ABU burns past them on his bike, giving them a finger as he goes. Close on DYLAN and CONNOR as they take it in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-5333229648566694061?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/5333229648566694061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=5333229648566694061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/5333229648566694061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/5333229648566694061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-about-bicycle.html' title='The One About The Bicycle'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-7088289899922352456</id><published>2007-04-22T09:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:51:16.692Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Sebatier Knives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TONY the Salesman is still trying to flog a credit card to MAN MOUNTAIN BOB.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;What’s that supposed to mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;I’m really not interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;There’s no trick.  Go with.  Go with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;BOB is thinking. He looks around the mall&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;I was only killing time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever do that, Bob. Life’s too short for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;I’ve offered you a 25% discount on your mortgage, yeah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now what I'm going to do is double your life insurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;What’s the catch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;There is no catch ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;I’m dead, aren’t I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TONY is beginning to lose patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Counting on his fingers&lt;/em&gt;) You’ve got the interest-free credit on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;card, you’ve got the discount on the car insurance, the discount on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the mortgage - and I’ve doubled your life assurance in the event of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;your untimely death. And .. to top it all, right, I’m going to give you .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(he bends down behind the counter, re-appears with a set of kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;knives in a wooden block) this set of fourteen Sebatier Professional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;kitchen knives. Top of the range they are, if you were to buy these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in the shops, they’d retail for £69.99. Look at this (&lt;em&gt;he takes out one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the larger ones, takes a piece of paper and slices it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in two&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;I like knives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;If I can get you to sign just here ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOB, convinced at last, signs on the dotted line. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;You get free identity theft assistance as well. So if someone hacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;into your computer or gets your PIN number, you’re covered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOB fills in his details on the application form. He doesn’t seem too bothered about the identity theft assistance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;You should receive your new card within five working days. Once you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;get it, you’ll need to ring the number provided to activate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Pointing to the knives&lt;/em&gt;) Have you got one of those boxed up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;I have indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;As TONY bends down there’s a quivering noise and then a terrible crunch. TONY re-appears with the boxed set of kitchen knives, puts it on the counter. Looks up. And what he sees is .. indescribable. BOB is looking down. A bloodied arrow-head protrudes through his chest, through his T-shirt, blood expanding everywhere. Totally in shock. He looks at TONY, a frown of annoyance forming on his forehead, a frown of incomprehension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Disbelieving&lt;/em&gt;) What’s that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;Shit ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;That’s not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOB begins to fall forward on the counter, twists, his legs buckle and he crashes to the ground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Security Guards CONNOR and HAYLEY running through the mall, walkie-talkies in hand, squawking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOB on his side in a pool of blood, white as a sheet and still, the shaft of the arrow between his shoulder-blade and neck. People milling around. See HAYLEY kneeling down beside BOB, trying to work out what to do, as CONNOR tries to push people back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-7088289899922352456?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/7088289899922352456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=7088289899922352456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/7088289899922352456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/7088289899922352456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-about-sebatier-knives.html' title='The One About The Sebatier Knives'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-1161100831432457622</id><published>2007-04-09T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:43:12.436Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Busybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man, ABU, is standing in the main concourse opposite the toilets. He’s in his early thirties and has a long black beard. He is reading from the Koran, mouthing the words. Occasionally he looks up, looks at his watch, and then goes back to his silent reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unbeknown to him, he is being watched by CRYSTAL, who is sitting having a cup of tea in a nearby café, Luigi’s. CRYSTAL is an old lady in her eighties who is wearing a faded wedding dress and Nike running shoes. Today, CRYSTAL is being a busybody. Over this we hear a DJ on Sunnyside Radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SUNNYSIDE RADIO DJ&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Chirpy and breezy&lt;/em&gt;) .. And of course, you can help us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;by reporting anything or anyone suspicious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;because these days, as I’m sure you’ll agree, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;can’t be too careful. And remember to keep your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;belongings with you at all times. Anything left unattended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;will be removed and may be destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the main concourse, CRYSTAL approaches CONNOR and HAYLEY, Security Guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don’t look now but there’s a man over there behaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;very suspiciously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Looking around&lt;/em&gt;) Which man, ma’am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRYSTAL points at ABU. HAYLEY and CONNOR follow her gaze. They see ABU apparently reading aloud from the Koran.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;br /&gt;And what in particular has aroused your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;suspicions about this person, ma’am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;br /&gt;Well, he keeps looking at his watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;br /&gt;He does look dodgy, I’ll give you that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;br /&gt;We’ll take care of it from here, ma’am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-1161100831432457622?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/1161100831432457622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=1161100831432457622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1161100831432457622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1161100831432457622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/04/1_6210.html' title='The One About The Busybody'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-6289399505847399601</id><published>2007-04-09T13:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:24:40.905Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Salesman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A salesman, TONY, selling MBNA credit cards in the mall behind a stall. Behind him, exhibition display boards with micro-lighting show posters of the credit card and the strap-line, ’The Gateway To A Better Life,’ and a cheesy picture of a perfect, smiling family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BLONDE BOMBSHELLS in hot-pants and tight-fitting T-shirts with ‘Get A Better Life’ emblazoned across big tits hand out leaflets, smiling cheesy grins. TONY is doing a job on BOB, a man-mountain with cropped hair, T-shirt, trainers, track-suit and tattoos. A big gold chain around his tree-trunk neck, big gold rings on his fat fingers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;Nought per cent interest on balance transfers and nought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;per cent on purchases for nine months. Interested? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Not really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Five hundred Nectar points for free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Nah, you’re alright mate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;25% discount on the current cost of your car insurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;guaranteed if you switch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Nah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;Oh ye of little faith, you offer people something for nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and they immediately think you’re trying to trick them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nothing to do with religion, mate. I just don't want a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;credit card. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-6289399505847399601?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/6289399505847399601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=6289399505847399601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6289399505847399601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/6289399505847399601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/04/1_09.html' title='The One About The Salesman'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-8598557930631921272</id><published>2007-04-01T19:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:28:10.288Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Skateboarders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. EXT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the rear service yards to the shopping centre. A sign on a wall reads ‘F Service Yard.’ Another, with a clamping graphic, says ‘Cars parked here without authorisation will be clamped.’ Some cars parked, refuse wheelie-bins, and over the way below wire fencing a line of recycling units - for bottles, plastic, paper, clothes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signs everywhere: ‘Danger. Vehicles unloading’ ‘Sprinkler Stop Valve’ ‘Cars parked without authorisation will be clamped’ ‘No parking’ ‘No skateboarding’ and ‘CCTV cameras are operating in this area.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WINOS drinking Tenants Super near to the rear sliding entrance doors to the shopping centre. Across the way, a telecom engineer’s temporary work hut has been erected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some KIDS aimlessly kicking about their skateboards near to the fence. They’re not skating really - the occasional jump maybe, but it’s like they’ve been doing it all morning and they’ve finished for the day. Now they’re just hanging around. They are JOSH (14), JAM (16) and ERROL (15).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONNOR (late 20S) and HAYLEY (25), security guards, appear through the rear entrance doors. Behind them, graffiti on the wall: “The Outlaws Cry” and “Crazy Horse.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. EXT. SUNNYSIDE SERVICE YARD. DAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONNOR and HAYLEY are with the KIDS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;br /&gt;It’s breaking the law. (&lt;em&gt;He indicates a sign on a wall, ‘No skateboarding’&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ERROL&lt;br /&gt;But we’re not doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;br /&gt;So what are those? (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indicates their skateboards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ERROL&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3. EXT. SUNNYSIDE SERVICE YARD. DAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another kid, KURT (18), approaches the others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;JAM&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;To KURT&lt;/em&gt;) What’s happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KURT&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAYLEY takes out a pad and starts filling in a form, like a parking attendant dishing out a ticket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;br /&gt;What’s your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KURT&lt;br /&gt;What y’wanna know my name for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;br /&gt;I’m giving you a fixed penalty notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KURT&lt;br /&gt;You what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;JOSH&lt;br /&gt;That’s nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;br /&gt;Eighty pound fine for swearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KURT&lt;br /&gt;You must be joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;br /&gt;No I’m not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KURT&lt;br /&gt;Says who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;br /&gt;Says the law. Under the Public Order Act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KURT&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do with the public though, is it? And nothing to do with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you. ‘Cos it’s just between me and me mates. Meaning it don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;concern you. So keep your nose out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;br /&gt;What’s your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KURT&lt;br /&gt;I’m not telling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The others start to laugh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;JOSH&lt;br /&gt;It’s Kurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KURT&lt;br /&gt;Oi you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;br /&gt;Kurt what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;JOSH&lt;br /&gt;Cobain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-8598557930631921272?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/8598557930631921272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=8598557930631921272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/8598557930631921272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/8598557930631921272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/04/1.html' title='The One About The Skateboarders'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-5903467156641779111</id><published>2007-03-31T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:34:58.353Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Longbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside a shop, ‘A Man’s World.’ Pen knives, gadgets, digital razors, executive toys, pens that record audio, watches, poker sets, torches, 20-piece barbecue sets, radio-controlled jet fighters and spy cameras in a lighter. Outside, swarms of people. It’s open to the main shopping centre concourse, so it doesn’t have a doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KEVIN, an assistant, approaches a bloke DAVE, who’s looking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KEVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Can I help you, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fine thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KEVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you need any help ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Meanwhile, at the counter, seen by DAVE, is another customer BOB, being served by the Manager, MAHMOUD. This is MAN MOUNTAIN BOB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;So how many different knives does it have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD opens the box and takes out a Swiss Army knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD&lt;br /&gt;This is called the Huntsman Plus, which comes with wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;saw and pressurised ball point pen. As well as blades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;screwdrivers, can openers. The whole kit and caboodle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Everything you need. See this, look, I show you. (&lt;em&gt;He opens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;out the saw and starts to cut through a little piece of bamboo&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;I like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD&lt;br /&gt;Very useful in the jungle .. Anywhere. Or ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;He gets another box out of the cabinet&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You could try a much simpler version which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;has a built-in MP3 player and digital voice recorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. A MAN'S WORLD. DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DAVE approaches the half-wit, KEVIN. There is a sign. ‘If you don’t see what you’re looking for, please ask one of our sales assistants.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crossbow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KEVIN&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Feigning the feintest possibility of uncertainty&lt;/em&gt;) Umm .. No ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;As patronising a tone as possible, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;to MAHMOUD&lt;/em&gt;) No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;crossbows, have we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD&lt;br /&gt;Give me a minute .. (&lt;em&gt;To BOB&lt;/em&gt;) Is it a gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You want it wrapped? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Just in a bag’s fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. A MAN'S WORLD. DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD gets out a catalogue, opens it on the counter top. Flicks pages of data, taps into a computer. Half muttering to himself, like he doesn’t want to be beaten by this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD&lt;br /&gt;We might just .. (have one in stock).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD&lt;br /&gt;Let me see for you. Won't take a minute. Ah. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Defeated: computer says 'No'&lt;/em&gt;) Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;What about a longbow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD&lt;br /&gt;A longbow .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Again he taps on the computer key-board. MAHMOUD then disappears into the back as KEVIN casts DAVE a look which says, ‘You‘re a weird fucker.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD re-appears with a long thin box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD&lt;br /&gt;.. in luck. (&lt;em&gt;Barely able to conceal his triumph&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think we’ll find that this .. (is what you’re looking for)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. A MAN'S WORLD. DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Close on the lid being taken off the box, polystyrene chips being swept away by a hand, to reveal a beautiful longbow. MAHMOUD picks it out, holds it up, and hands it to DAVE, who remains inscrutable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DAVE takes the longbow. Inspects it, closely. Handles it as if he knows what he’s doing. Meanwhile, MAHMOUD takes some feathered arrows out from inside the polystyrene chips. They are astonishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Not entirely sure if he’s joking&lt;/em&gt;) Not really. (&lt;em&gt;Embarrassed laugh&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DAVE holds the longbow at full arm’s length, the bow to his cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;I need to test the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD&lt;br /&gt;Sure. Get a feel ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DAVE takes out one of the arrows, places it, raises the longbow and pulls back the bow itself once again to his cheek - this time, the feather of the arrow under his nose. MAHMOUD looks on nervously, an anxious glance to KEVIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;How much is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD&lt;br /&gt;It’s two hundred and fifty five pounds and ninety nine pence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And then very quickly, expertly - like the way a violinist puts the violin to shoulder and bow to string in one seamless moment - DAVE aims high, stretches the bow right back, arches his back and lets fly. To the horror of MAHMOUD and KEVIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;It’s a bit light. (&lt;em&gt;Clocking their shocked expressions&lt;/em&gt;) I think I’ll leave it for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD&lt;br /&gt;Right. I don’t think you ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DAVE hands the long-bow to MAHMOUD and leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MAHMOUD&lt;br /&gt;Shit man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KEVIN&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-5903467156641779111?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/5903467156641779111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=5903467156641779111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/5903467156641779111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/5903467156641779111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-about-longbow.html' title='The One About The Longbow'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-1906016142487801913</id><published>2007-03-20T14:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:58:45.770Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Terror Suspect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two security guards ambling along the vast main concourse of Sunnyside Shopping Mall. Uniform, name badge, walkie-talkie, peak cap. They are CONNOR, late 20s, number one crop and goatee; and HAYLEY, 25, not bad looking for a security guard. They think they’re the business, more US Law Enforcement officers than retail security. They pass beneath a huge banner poster hanging from above, ‘We Are Londoners,’ with the ‘We’ ‘Are’ and ‘one’ picked out in red. The Shopping Centre’s own radio station, Sunnyside FM, heard over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Currys. See CONNOR and HAYLEY ambling through the TVs. We notice that CONNOR is watching an ATTRACTIVE WOMAN with a gorgeous figure as she looks at refrigerators. HAYLEY clocks this and mutters under her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;On all the TVs, THE HOME SECRETARY is giving a press conference. CONNOR is pretending to watch one of the televisions, a wide-screen plasma, when in fact he is looking just over the top of it at the ATTRACTIVE WOMAN. We cut between CONNOR staring, the TV and THE HOME SECRETARY, and the ATTRACTIVE WOMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE HOME SECRETARY on the TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Britain is now facing the most sustained period of severe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;threat since the end of the second world war. A new breed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;of ruthless unconstrained international terrorists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes we may have to modify some of our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;freedoms in order to prevent their misuse and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;abuse by those who abuse our fundamental values&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and would destroy all of our freedoms in the modern world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR and HAYLEY following the ATTRACTIVE WOMAN, who carries a handbag and a Currys carrier bag, in the main concourse of the Shopping Mall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE. DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR and HAYLEY go up to the ATTRACTIVE WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;With effortless ease and poise&lt;/span&gt;) Excuse me, madam ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With HAYLEY beside him, he leads the ATTRACTIVE WOMAN to the side of the concourse, an exit door (‘Staff only’) nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Could I see inside your bag, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Excuse me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;If you could just open your carrier bag for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It’s purely routine, ma’am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The ATTRACTIVE WOMAN hesitates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Opening her carrier bag&lt;/em&gt;) Alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The moment we think the problem’s gone away is the moment they’ve won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Taking the carrier bag and looking inside&lt;/em&gt;) Okay ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He puts the bag on the ground and ferrets around while the ATTRACTIVE WOMAN begins to lose her patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Looks fine.  (&lt;em&gt;He hands the carrier bag back to her&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Could I see your handbag, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Affronted&lt;/em&gt;) What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your handbag, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;You’re joking, aren’t you? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We are in the middle of a war, if you hadn’t noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They say they will not stop until they have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wiped us off the face of the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ATTRACTIVE WOMAN looks at them, weighing up her options. She decides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Under her breath&lt;/em&gt;) Fuck’s sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The ATTRACTIVE WOMAN hands over her handbag and HAYLEY goes through it. There’s not much - a purse, keys, tissue, car park ticket, lipstick, and hands them to CONNOR. HAYLEY takes the purse, opens it and looks inside; CONNOR takes the lipstick, opens it, twists it up, turns it back, puts the lid on. The ATTRACTIVE WOMAN is now getting angry. HAYLEY snaps the purse shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Okay, Miss Church, I’m going to ask you to accompany us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;through these doors here so we’re ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is a wind-up? Give me my things back ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But CONNOR and HAYLEY are ushering her out of the doors marked ’Staff only’ even as she is protesting. She is powerless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5. INT. SUNNYSIDE SHOPPNG CENTRE. DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A white featureless corridor leading off the central mall. The doors have swung shut behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I want to know what the fuck is going on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It’s routine security .. nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY hands the purse back to her, conciliatory, as CONNOR hands back the lipstick and keys. At last, thinks the ATTRACTIVE WOMAN, it’s over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Could I ask you to lift up your top?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Unbelieving&lt;/em&gt;) What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Firm, authoritative&lt;/em&gt;) If I could just ask you to lift your top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;up for me, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;No fucking way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I know it feels like .. an intruding ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Too fucking right ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But it’s for all our sakes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The ATTRACTIVE WOMAN looks at CONNOR, then back to HAYLEY, as if to say, ‘I’ll do it if he goes away.’ HAYLEY picks up on it and looks briefly at CONNOR. CONNOR is all understanding to the ATTRACTIVE WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’m sorry ... The regulations state that there have to be two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;witnesses at all times, just in case ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fucking .. Jesus you make me fucking sick! (&lt;em&gt;She lifts up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her top - to reveal a sexy bra&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Remaining inscrutable&lt;/em&gt;) Okay, that’s lovely, ma’am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Thank you. (&lt;em&gt;He looks to HAYLEY&lt;/em&gt;) Okay with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ATTRACTIVE WOMAN quickly pulls down her top&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;HAYLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That’s clear. (&lt;em&gt;As in, clearly there are no small arms hidden there&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;To the ATTRACTIVE WOMAN&lt;/em&gt;) Thank you, ma’am. Most obliged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CONNOR proffers the handbag. The ATTRACTIVE WOMAN snatches the handbag from CONNOR and storms off through the staff doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A moment. HAYLEY leans against the wall while CONNOR blows out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-1906016142487801913?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/1906016142487801913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=1906016142487801913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1906016142487801913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/1906016142487801913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/03/1.html' title='The One About The Terror Suspect'/><author><name>Paul H. Almond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571402434604967312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118480659498038928.post-2719994169119900993</id><published>2007-03-20T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:17:29.386Z</updated><title type='text'>The One About The Public Convenience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;1.  EXT.  SUNNYSIDE SHOPPING CENTRE.  DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sunnyside is a vast, sprawling 21st century retail destination.  A shopping mall with palm trees and fountains.  Built near the banks of a river, it has streams and rock-pools with freshwater fish.  It has a multi-screen cinema, high-rise apartments and a luxury hotel; a 50-foot high monolith, a cross between the giant stone figures of Easter Island and a Henry Moore sculpture; underground car parks; a school; and it has a wooded park and landscaped gardens, with a restored nineteenth century smock windmill, a carousel and a steam-train for the kids.  It's so vast that one part of it is always still being constructed.  And because of the unusual abundance of crickets and lizards, some people think that Sunnyside has a special biosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Outside the main entrance is a covered outer piazza, like the Great Court at the British Museum. Bursting out from above the entrance are the huge, three-dimensional sandstone letters S-U-N-N-Y-S-I-D-E, like the title of a crazy movie, KAPOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Beside the main entrance and set against the outer wall of the shopping centre are several public toilets.  It's the morning.  As PEOPLE are milling about, we focus in on a tall, fairly fat man in his early 50s, THOMPSON, and a tubby woman, MAEVE, in her 40s.  THOMPSON wears a khaki jacket and beige trousers, like he's on safari.  MAEVE wears a sweater with 'Greggs' inscribed on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="span style=" times="" new=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;THOMPSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To MAEVE&lt;/span&gt;)  I'll see you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Have a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;THOMPSON kisses MAEVE, then walks off towards the public toilets.  MAEVE is going to work and heads toward the main entrance to the shopping centre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118480659498038928-2719994169119900993?l=1mall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/feeds/2719994169119900993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118480659498038928&amp;postID=2719994169119900993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2719994169119900993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118480659498038928/posts/default/2719994169119900993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1mall.blogspot.com/2007/03/introduction.html' title='The One About The Public Convenience'/><author><name>Paul H. 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