The Television Transcript Project
EastEnders
Written by: Richard Zajdlic
9 May 1995



British Air Date: Tuesday, 9 May 1995. (Aired in Denver, CO, USA on: 22 July 1997.) Probably episode #169 in the second numbering series (after the first 952 episodes).

Synopsis: Art bets against the Vic's football team even though he can't afford it; Ian wants to buy Cindy a birthday present she'll be pleased with; Peggy applies for the temporary license to run the Vic and tells Grant of an idea to buy the place; Mr. Dugan's leering turns physical; Lydia is a trip; and Phil solves Ricky's housing problem--but did he cause it, too?

Directed by: Chris Miller.

Daft means crazy or foolish. A "plonker" is a foolish person. "Ta" means thanks. Your "bum" is your butt.

In Cockney English, to be "chuffed" is to be very pleased. Poxy means inferior. A "git" is similar to, but not so strong as a "sod" or "bugger" ("a vulgar slang term for a child or a sodomite" -- which in turn are perhaps equivalents to the U.S. terms "fucker" and "asshole"). A "flat" is an apartment. To be "skinned" is to be out of cash. A "gaff" is a place (e.g. a house, a store, a flat). A "prat" is an idiot. A "quid" is a pound (money). "Cheers" means thank you or good-bye (and is sometimes a toast). (Notes: "eh" is usually pronounced "Ay," like the name of the letter A, especially when at end of a sentence/question. Eh? "Loo--" is "Look", interrupted.)

Braces {} enclose unclear speech.

KATH = KATHY = KATH
NIGE = NIGEL = NIGE
DEBS = DEBBIE = DEBS

About 32 scenes.

25 characters: MR. SOAMES, BINNIE, DELLA, KATHY, CINDY, RON, ART, MARK, SANJAY, ALAN, IAN, RICKY, PHIL, PEGGY, GRANT, STEVE, NIGEL, MR. DUGAN, DEBS, SANDRA, TOMMY CARTER, LYDIA, PAULINE, WINSTON, and DAVID (TRACEY also makes an appearance). Cast list (cast.htm 3K)

Notes: the previous day was the fiftieth anniversary of V.E. Day for W.W.II. Art's street celebration was held and went well. But Grant spent the day with old Army mates.

Small teal text is notes about camera movements, positions, and distance. I also did this for a comedy.

When I printed this, it took 37 pages.

Transcribed via VCR tape and microcassette.


[EastEnders Intro with theme music (time: 00:27). Intro theme: Save music (417kb mp3).]

[Morning outdoors. MR SOAMES is walking from the gardens across the street to the flats. As he's coming up the stairs, BINNIE and DELLA are just coming out the door.] (2) #1: from top stairs looking toward gardens + Soames, following S up to MS on him, then alts with cam. #2: M/LS on Binnie and Della, from lower stairs, over S's right shoulder/side, at end trucks backward, down, B+D going downstairs.

SOAMES
Ah! Good morning ladies. I'as hoping I could catch you.

BINNIE
What for?

SOAMES
About the rent increase.

DELLA
[peeved] Oh! Give us a chance, we're only a week behind.

BINNIE
[bored] Yes, an' the extra tenner.

SOAMES
Twenty.

DELLA
What?

SOAMES
Uh--there's been a miscalculation I'm afraid. The rent has gone up by another twenty pounds a week, not ten.

BINNIE
You're joking.

DELLA
Seventy quid a week for this dump?

SOAMES
I-I'm sorry, but my client's costs have risen rather badly.

DELLA
Oh, I bet they have! Puttin' in a new Jacuzzi in his plush Mayfair penthouse where ev' the hell he lives--

SOAMES
Look--

DELLA
Well it certainly isn't goin' on this place, is it? I mean our boiler's been on the blink. When's he gonna come around an' fix that? Eh?

SOAMES
Well, I have mentioned it to him.

DELLA
An' who is this bloke? Why doesn't he come 'round in person?

SOAMES
My client wishes his identity to remain confidential.

DELLA
Oh, I'm not surprised. Well you tell him from me tha--

BINNIE
Here. Ehm.
We'll pay it.

DELLA
What.

BINNIE
[diplomatic] Look, we haven't got it with us, all right? But we can definitely have it by the end of the week and the back rent as well. Okay?

DELLA
Binnie!

BINNIE
Well it's not his fault, is it? He's only doing what he's told.

DELLA
Uh!

SOAMES
[satisfied, heading up stairs] Yeah, well, let's hope the other tenants are equally understanding.

[As SOAMES goes into the building, they head down the stairs. Toward the bottom:]

DELLA
We're supposed to be saving for Ibiza. How're we gonna do that and pay seventy quid a week?

BINNIE
[keeping voice down] We're not.

DELLA
What?

BINNIE
[stops her] Listen, stupid. We keep putting him off until we're ready to go an' then we do a runner! He can make a hundred quid if he wants. [moves on]

[DELLA's surprised and amused and a little proud.]


[The cafe. KATH is serving a CUSTOMER at the counter and CINDY is there visiting.] (3-5) #1: CU Kath; then #2: LS on cafe/Kath+Cindy from right, trucks left to MS on K+C, then #3: CU of C, alts with #4 (or 2): CU of K. At end, #5: CU on Ron over K's right shoulder.

KATH
All right, that's three fifty please. [takes the money] Go sit down--I'll bring it over.

CINDY
It's a bit busy, isn't it?

KATH
Tell me about it. I've only sent Blossom out for more of everything! It's because of the street party, everyone in Walford's got a hangover!

CINDY
Ha! Look, now, you sure you don't mind lookin' after 'em?

KATH
No, of course I don't!

CINDY
Oh, that's a nightmare, isn't it--I mean, my birthday is tomorrow, and yours on Thursday. Where's Pat when you need her?

KATH
Cindy!--it's all right! They're my grandchildren, too, 'in't they? Anyway, I enjoy them. [goes, serving customer]

[comes back, sees CINDY's earrings] Oh, they're nice. Did Ian get 'em?

CINDY
Uh, no, no, I, bought 'em myself. You know, treat myself.

KATH
Yeaaah. Choose your own present. That's always the best way. Otherwise you'll end up with a set of knives. That's what he always gives me..

CINDY
Yeah, well he'd use a bit more imagination when choosin' my present.

KATH
Well don't bet on it.

CINDY
Mmm. I want somethin' gorgeous somethin' really expensive.

KATH
[dry, amused] From Ian? Oh, you sad woman!

CINDY
[amused] Look, you want me to stay here 'til Blossom gets back?

KATH
Nah, no, she'll be here in a minute. Anyway. Let's keep 'em sweet, eh? I want 'em in a good mood for Thursday.

CINDY
No, he will be, don't worry. I'm really looking forward to it. See ya then. [leaving]

KATH
Right. See ya then.

CINDY
[calling back] All right.

[RON's come in.]

KATH
All right love. Cup of tea and uh, {new eggs}, all right?

[RON nods, resigned, bored with his routine.]


[Out on the market, ART is taking down the streamers from yesterday's big V.E. Day street party. CINDY is passing with her two shopping bags and says "Oops."] (1) LS on market (Art in foreground) pans left with Cindy from cafe to MS with Art, then continue pan left with C to MS on Mark (C passed behind Mark's stall), start of next scene.

ART
Oh! Sorry, Cindy, I'm sorry. [CINDY: "All right."] Cindy, I'm just clearing away the debris. How's things? Hey--did you enjoy yourself yesterday?

CINDY
Oh yeah. It was great, weren't it. A shame it all had to end, really.

ART
Ahhh, but we won't forget. That's the main thing, i'n't it, eh?

CINDY
[wry] Yeah. {Grant certainly won't, will he?}

[ART, amused, lifts streamer so she can walk under it and continue on her way: "Oops, here you are, okay?"]


[Mark's stall. MARK finishes with a CUSTOMER and turns to continue talking to ALAN and SANJAY.] (3) #1: MS on Mark alts with #2: MS on Alan and Sanj. #3: MS on M over Alan's right shoulder pans with Art, who crosses camera.

MARK
You're joking!

SANJAY
No--straight up!

ALAN
[militarily] New Orders from the Führer! [normal] He says no drinking on match days. Well, anyway, not before the game.

SANJAY
[amused] Yeah, he reckons we'll start bein' total professionals.

ALAN
He gonna be in the Vic at lunchtime, checkin' up on us. See that we're on the orange juice.

MARK
Yeah? We'll have to go down the Mermaid, then.

[ALAN laughs.]

SANJAY
Hey, no, not me. I don't drink before a game anyways, all right?

ALAN
Well, neither do I. But--it's the principle. I mean, we gotta stop 'im now. Next he'll be tryin' to ban sex! Ha!

SANJAY
Hey, Arthur! Ya gonna come an' cheer us on tonight--in the match?

ART
[dismissive] Yeah.


[Ian and Cindy's living room. IAN is wrapping a big box on the desk when CINDY comes in from outside and goes to the kitchen. IAN hides the package behind the far side of the couch.] (3-4) #1: CU on box trucks back to be L/MS on Ian, #2: M/LS in kitchen, pans on Cindy carrying bags to table, putting things away (Ian enters and shot is over his right shoulder/side). #2 alts with #3: MS on I (occasionally pans for C's movement). Both #2 and #3 are moving to MS. #4: MS on I.

IAN
[calling] That was quick!

CINDY
[calling] What?

IAN
[calling] Did ya get the shoppin'?

CINDY
[calling] I spoke to Kathy. She said she'd look after the kids for us tomorrow. We gotta take 'em out about seven.

IAN
[coming in kitchen] Yeah? An' what about Thursday, the Evening from Hell, who's got 'em then?

CINDY
Gita's coming 'round.

IAN
Oh! Let's hope she {calls it off}, shall we? That way we can call off this farce before it starts.

CINDY
[wry] Well, it's good to see you so positive about everything.

IAN
You're the one who dropped us in it.

CINDY
Oh, come on Ian! It's your mum! I thought it'd be fun!

IAN
What--an evening with Phil Mitchell? Oh, I Can't Wait! Pro'bly spend the first half-hour teachin' him how to use a knife an' fork.

CINDY
[about a small box] What's this?

IAN
Oh, it's mum's present. What'd you think.

CINDY
[dead-pan humour] Knives. How interesting. [hands them to him]

IAN
Yeah, well I got her a set last year. She doe'n't really take care of 'em. Yeah, I know what it's like now. I tell you, when I was a chef,--

CINDY
Ian.

IAN
What.

CINDY
Nothing. [goes back to putting things away]

IAN
Oh they're still sharp and these are really expensive!

CINDY
Yeah, I hope you haven't bought me anything like that..

IAN
W--how'd you mean?

CINDY
Well. Something boring an' practical.

IAN
I think it's a good present!

CINDY
Well, it isn't.

IAN
Huh?

CINDY
No. A good present Ian, it, is something that's special, something that you feel guilty about buying for yourself an' that makes you feel great. You know--a treat.

IAN
What like uhhh, a tea's mate?

[CINDY just raises her eyebrows.]

IAN
It was a joke.

CINDY
I hope you haven't.

IAN
Nah! Don't, don't--I haven't got anything yet. I was uh, I was gonna pop out later an' get something.

CINDY
Oh great! So I'll be stuck in the chip shop all lunchtime, thanks a lot!

IAN
Well, if you want a treat.. So, come on then, what'd you want?

CINDY
Oh, I dunno.. Use your imagination. I want to feel pampered.

IAN
Pampered. Right.


[The Arches. PHIL is almost asleep sitting by the desk sipping from a mug. RICKY's talking to him while half working.] (1) M/LS on R+P, rises slightly when P stands and leaves past cam.

RICKY
Look--I been thinkin' about it for ages. An', you know, after yesterday talking about her, I thought, "yeah, w-why not do it?"

PHIL
Do what?

RICKY
Write to her. I want to send Sam a letter.

PHIL
What?

RICKY
W-well, the thing is, you know I ain't got her address, so, I was wonderin' if you would give it to me.

PHIL
I'm not sure I've got it, mate.

RICKY
Well someone must have. Grant--look--Peggy--she'd have it, won't she? Would you ask her for me, please, Phil?

PHIL
Look, why don't you ask her?

RICKY
Well, I would do, but--I-I'm not sure she likes me that much, that's all.

PHIL
Don't be silly.

RICKY
Look. Please, would you do it? Jus--'cause you know, I really want to do this.

PHIL
[sighs] Yeah, all right.

RICKY
Cheers, Phil. All right, well, I'll have to start on it at lunchtime.

PHIL
Yeah, whatever. Look. [stands] I'll need something stronger than this. My head's killin' me.

RICKY
[amused] You're gettin' old, mate.

PHIL
Yeah. [leaves]


[The Vic, upstairs in the living room, GRANT is sitting on the couch with a can of beer when PEGGY comes in, proudly wearing a light blue, somewhat cheesy, suit.] (2) #1: L/MS on Grant on couch, when Peggy moves from door to side of couch, pans with her. #1 is shifting to MS on P as it alts with #2: MS on G. (When he stands, #1 becomes slightly over his shoulder.) #1: CU on Peggy as he kisses her.

PEGGY
Well?
What do you think?

GRANT
[looks, disinterested] Yeah, very nice.

PEGGY
Grant!

GRANT
[pause] What.

PEGGY
It's important! Do I look all right, businesslike?

GRANT
Yeah, why?

PEGGY
[incredulous] I'm goin' to the Magistrate's court, remember? To get that temporary licence transferred.

GRANT
You look fine.

PEGGY
Oh, I can't wait. Sharon out, an' me in. Huh! Just what this pub needs, eh?

Look, uh. Did Phil mention anything to you about my idea?

GRANT
No, what's that?

PEGGY
About the pub. Me selling the house an' buying out Sharon's share of the Vic?

Oh, it's just an idea, that's all.. I mean say no if you don't want me to.. Won't matter.. Just something to think about for the future. Oh, you have a word with Phil about it, eh?

GRANT
Yeah. [gets up]
Look, I better go an' see how Steve's gettin' on downstairs.

PEGGY
Grant.. You speak your mind on this, all right? I won't thank you for pretending.

GRANT
Yeah I know.

PEGGY
Good. Well. Wish me luck, then, at the Magistrate's..

GRANT
Good luck. [kisses her on the cheek]


[Downstairs at the Vic, STEVE's behind the bar serving PHIL.] (3-6) #1: MS on Phil, alts with #2: MS on Steve over P's right shoulder. When Peg and G enter, #3: L/MS looking down bar on Phil, Peg, S + G (S+G behind bar). This alts with 2 new MS: #4: MS on P+P, and #5: MS on G+S. At end, #6: CU on G.

PHIL
Do you know I don't know how Ricky does it. Only we got {hammered yest'} an' he's been up since seven an' he's cleared the backlog an' everything.

STEVE
Yeah? Mm.

PHIL
'S been workin' like this for weeks, now. I don't know what's got into him.

STEVE
Sexual frustration.

PHIL
Eh?

STEVE
Look. When you work that hard it means you're missing out on, say, compensation.

PHIL
Oh, and uh, you're speaking from experience are ya?

STEVE
Huh?

PHIL
Well, I mean uh, you got two jobs 'in't ya? Working all the hours.

STEVE
No, no not me. I, I'm safe in that respect. Don't worry about me.

PHIL
[amused] Sounds like it.

STEVE
No I'm all right. No I just thought, since, ah, he ain't seein' Bianca anymore, he might be feelin' a bit deprived.

PEGGY
[just come in with GRANT] Who's feelin' deprived? Not you is it Steve?

STEVE
Oh! Nuh--no, I'm fine.

PEGGY
Mm-mm! He gets so coy, my star player. Don't worry love. You save it for the match tonight. I won't wanna sap your strength. [breathes in] Right. I'm off then.

GRANT
Well best to British.

PEGGY
An' you talk to Phil, okay?

GRANT
Yeah.

PEGGY
'Bout what I said.

PHIL
What's that?

PEGGY
About the mortgage. See ya later then. [leaves]

[As PEGGY leaves, NIGEL comes in and comes up to GRANT. NIGE is overly serious as team manager.] (3-4) #1: LS down bar, Nigel approaching, pans left to become MS on Phil and Nigel (Grant mostly out of view as he's coming around to P). #2: MS of P and G by bar, over N's shoulder, alts with #3: MS on Nigel. #4: MS on Steve, who's behind bar and comes over. Ends on #3: MS on N. (Shot order: 1, 2, 3, 2, 3, 4, 3.)

NIGEL
Right. Mark, Sanjay, Alan, Big Ron--anyone who's in the team today: no drinking. They come in here: orange juices all 'round.

GRANT
You what?

NIGEL
My new rule. No drinking before a match. We're goin' to the wire on this one, Grant. Total Commitment.

GRANT
No drinking? What sort of rule is that, then?

NIGEL
They'll thank me for it later.

GRANT
I seriously doubt it, Nige.

NIGEL
Look. We've gotta make sacrifices. It's the difference between winnin' an' losin'. It's like Bill Shankly said: "It's not a matter of life and death, football's more important than that."
[to STEVE] Orange juice.


[The Betting Shop. DEBS is working behind the counter, MR DUGAN's gratuitously looking at her butt, as she works.] (4) #1: MS on counter area from front: Debs with Customer then w/file cabinet. #2: CU on Dugan. #3: CU on Debs' feet as she crouches, then cam. rises with her standing, turning, and looking (toward us) at Dugan. Now alt #2 (CU on Dugan) with #4: CU on Debs.

DUGAN
Oh Debbie, ah. Sandra's got a dentist's appointment this lunchtime. You don't mind coverin', do ya?

DEBS
[disappointed] Well I was supposed to be meetin' Nigel for lunch.

DUGAN
[winks, reassuring] Oh you won't be here on your own. I'll be here an' all if ya get too busy. Thanks.


[The Vic. PHIL and GRANT at a small table.] (2) Alt between #1: MS on Phil over Grant's shoulder, and #2: MS on G over P's right shoulder. Shift both to CU's.

PHIL
[resigned] So, what'd you think about Mum buyin' into the pub, then?

GRANT
[pause, more resigned] Does it matter? Sounds like she's already made her mind up.

PHIL
You ain't bothered then.

GRANT
I ain't really thought about it.

PHIL
[a little determined] Well, you're the one who's gonna be livin' with her. You ready for that? Her lookin' over your shoulder all the time?

GRANT
It won't be like that, will it?
[breathes in] Anyway, what choice have I got? I've lost everything else. I ain't gonna lose the pub.

PHIL
No.

GRANT
[feeling better] Anyway, I got a while yet. I mean she hasn't even got a temporary license. So it'll be some time before she gets everything else sorted out.

PHIL
Yeah, but like she says, if we don't want her 'round, it's better we say something now. I mean she's, practically set her heart on it as it is.

GRANT
Exactly. So if we are goin' to block it: who's gonna be the one to tell her?


[Elsewhere in the Vic, NIGEL doing a walk through, sees BIG RON and WINSTON at a small table drinking orange juices.]

(1) M/LS on Winston and Ron.

NIGEL
Good men.

[Once NIGEL is past, they smile, pulling out drinks they'd kept under the table.]


[The Betting Shop. DEBS and MR DUGAN are working behind the counter when SANDRA comes in.] (3-4) #1: MS from right on door as Sandra enters. #2: MS on counter, from side, of Debs and Dugan working. #3: brief CU Dugan's hand. #2 again, on Dugan + S, Debs in background. #4: CU on Dugan over S's right shoulder. #2: MS as Dugan heads for office.

DUGAN
Look! Here she comes! The cavalry's arrived! [to DEBS] Thanks, Debbie. I appreciate it. [just then, on his way to the side of the counter, he patted Debbie's bum..]

[Then, DUGAN talks to SANDRA, and DEBS stares, incredulous, at him.]

DUGAN
You get your gnashers done then?

SANDRA
Yeah.

DUGAN
W--give us a flash.

[SANDRA shows her teeth, smiling.]

DUGAN
Oooo! [turning to DEBS] Look at that! Lovely, eh?
What?
[smartly] Don't stand there with your mouth hangin' open. Never know what might happen..
[to SANDRA] Come on, Sandra. Chop. Chop. Ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha! [heads for office]


[Hands writing on paper, moody pop music is on the radio. It's RICKY in his flat. He's writing a letter. He ends up crumpling this try. Someone starts knocking at the door.] (3-4) #1: CU on hands with letter. #2: CU on Ricky. #3: MS on door/R/Soames from inside flat. #4: MS on R sitting back down, is over S's shoulder (bed in foreground), rises with R and trucks with them to kitchen door (messy kitchen in view between them), then to door, shifts to CU on R when he turns around, frustrated, at end.

RICKY
Who is it?

SOAMES
Mr. Butcher, it's Mr. Soames, from the Estate agency.

RICKY
[opening door] What'd you want.

SOAMES
May I come in.

RICKY
[letting him in and sitting back down] W--I'm a bit busy. What is it?

SOAMES
Well it's about the rent increase.

RICKY
Yeah well, I've already paid it.

SOAMES
No, the new increase.

RICKY
What? It's only just gone up.

SOAMES
Yes, but only by ten pounds. There's been an administrative error, I'm afraid. The true increase is an extra twenty. I'm sorry.

RICKY
[stands up] Huh, you can't do that!

SOAMES
But, well it's not my decision.

RICKY
I don't care who's decision it is!

SOAMES
Look, there's no need to--

RICKY
It's just not on, all right?! I mean, seventy quid for this place? You can't charge that!

SOAMES
Well under the terms of your tenancy agreement, the--

RICKY
I don't give a toss about the agreement! I mean, look at, look at this place! I mean, look at--look at the sink! That {spot has stop from the drains} last week! You said you'd send the plumber around but did ya?!

SOAMES
[is mumbling] --I spoke to--

RICKY
No you didn't! I spent my weekend tryin' to fix that! An' if he's expectin' me to cough up another tenner, he's got another think comin'. 'Cause I ain't--I ain't payin' anything, all right!

SOAMES
No, look.

RICKY
Look--an' if he wants to make a fuss about it, you'd better tell him to come around here in person. 'Cause I wanna know why he's treatin' us like this.

SOAMES
Mr. Butcher.

RICKY
Look--uh--Get out. Get out. [moves SOAMES right out the flat]

SOAMES
Y-you'll have to pay sooner or later.

RICKY
Yeah, well he'd better come around I'm not {payin' it}--'cause I'm not payin' a penny otherwise, all right? Go on, out. [shuts door]


[DEBS lets a BUSINESS MAN (MR CARTER) into MR DUGAN's office. MR DUGAN welcomes him, they are showy friends.] (3-5) #1: from inside office, MS on Debs + Carter at door pans to Dugan + C, who's entered. #2: MS on Debs shutting door. #3: MS on Carter sitting down. Then alt bet. #4: MS on D over C's shoulder, and #5: CU on Carter.

CARTER
Still fillin' the books in are ya?

DUGAN
Tommy Carter you old crook! Ha ha ha! Sit down! Have a drink. (Thanks Debbie.) [DEBBIE leaves, shutting door behind her]

CARTER
[about DEBS] Very Nice.

DUGAN
[merrily pouring drinks] Wait. You keep your eyes to yourself.
That one's mine. Ha.
Looks like that {bol} wouldn't open her mouth, right? Just you wait.
I patted her bum earlier.
She never said a word.
She laughed it up. Hmm.
You can always tell the ones who are dyin' for it.
[chuckling, toasts] Cheers.

CARTER
Ha ha! Cheers.


[Kool for Kuts. LYDIA and DELLA are doing two WOMEN's hair. BINNIE is hanging out.] (5-9) Note: everyone is standing but Customers. #1: MS on Lydia and CustL (who has magazine). #2: MS on Binnie, Della, and CustD #3: MS on CustL and B. #4: MS on D and CustD. #1: CU on L. #2: CU on D. When Ricky enters, #5: M/LS pans right with R to D, becomes MS on B, R, D, and CustD. #1: CU on L. #2: CU on D. #4: MS on B (and R, near her). #2: CU on D. #7: CU on R.

LYDIA
[to her CUSTOMER] I've applied to this course in techno-styling. Very Chic. Well it will be soon. W-that's the thing isn't it! You gotta to try an' anticipate what tomorrow's look will be. I read all the magazines, an' that.. Nicky Clark, you know, that won that award--I follow whatever he's doin'.

BINNIE
[mock delicately to L's CUSTOMER] Excuse me, is she boring you? 'Cause she's boring the pants off us.

[CUSTOMER slightly nods. DELLA's quietly amused.]

LYDIA
Well pardon me for breathing! Just 'cause I'm serious about my work.

DELLA
Oh, Lydia, it's a joke!

LYDIA
You're lucky to have someone like me. I'm the reason this place has kept goin' as long as it has.

DELLA
Yeah all right..

[RICKY comes in, in a hurry.]

RICKY
Hey Della. You heard about the rent?

DELLA
What.

RICKY
The rent increase! I just talked to that agent, right, he reckons it's goin' up by another tenner!

BINNIE
Yeah, we know.

DELLA
Yeah, he caught us this morning.

RICKY
Yeah? So what are we gonna do about it, eh?

DELLA
[calm] Nothing..

RICKY
Well don't you think we should all get together an' fight against it?

DELLA
No.

BINNIE
Well what's the point? We're out of 'ere in a week.

RICKY
So--w-you'll still have to pay it until then.

DELLA
What for?

BINNIE
We're doin' a runner.

RICKY
What?

DELLA
That's right.

LYDIA
You mean you're not gonna pay it at all?

DELLA
Nope.

LYDIA
I think that's awful.

BINNIE
Yeah, well we think you're awful, Lydia, but "what can ya do," eh?

RICKY
Uh, so what about me?

BINNIE
Well, I suggest you either pay it or.. find somewhere else to live.

DELLA
Sorry.


[CINDY and IAN's. CINDY's in the living room, getting ready to leave when IAN comes in, a bag behind his back.] (4) #1: MS on Cindy. #2: from windows area, L/MS on Ian, over C's rt. shoulder/side. #3: LS from down hall toward lvgroom, C leaving and I follows--becomes MS of their profiles--then LS again because I returns to lvgroom. #4: in living room MS on Ian from TV area.

IAN
I'm back.

CINDY
Hi.

IAN
[grinning] And I've got you your present.

CINDY
Oh right.

IAN
Oh come on, show a bit of enthusiasm, then.

CINDY
Ian, I'm late, I've gotta go an' pick up the kids. 'Course, it would've been nice if you'd said you'd do it for me since I've been up to me elbows in batter all lunchtime.

IAN
Well I didn't know how long I was goin' to be did I?! So all right--want to see it later then?

CINDY
What?

IAN
Your present. You know sort of a, sneak preview?

CINDY
No not really.

IAN
Oh, come on love--I mean, it's just what you asked for--something special, bit of a treat, make you feel pampered.

CINDY
Well you can stun me with it tomorrow then, can't you? [heads for hall]

IAN
[following her] Cindy!

CINDY
What?!

IAN
I wanna do it tonight!

CINDY
Well why?!

IAN
Well, uh. You'll see when I've wrapped it. I mean I've gotta wrap it first, obviously, haven't I. We put the kids to bed early, an' I'll get somebody to cover for the chip shop--

CINDY
Oh, leave us out--I've gotta go.

IAN
All right. [ready for a kiss, but she has already turned, doesn't notice and just leaves]

[When she's out of the house, he pulls the present out of the "NEW WAVE" bag. A red and black corset..]


[The Arches. RICKY is sitting on the couch, monkeying with a small piece of machinery. PHIL is working under a car hood.] (2-5) #1: MS on Ricky over Phil's shoulder/side. #2: MS on P. #3: MS on R, rises and pans with R standing going to P, becoming MS on P over R's right shoulder. #4 (or #1): MS on R over P's shoulder, but R crosses, P turns his way. #5 (or #2, or #3): MS on R over P's right shoulder. #4: CU on P at end.

PHIL
Come on. Cheer up. It can't be that bad.

RICKY
No? It's me dad. Me wife. Me girlfriend. Now Pat an' Janine have gone swanin' off. I'm homeless an' all. Uh--how could it be worse?

PHIL
You're fired.

[RICKY chuckles.]

PHIL
That's better.
Look, uh, why don't we pack up for the day an' uh, grab a few beers over the Vic.

RICKY
[stands] I can't. I got a football match tonight. We're meetin' up in the square in a few minutes.

PHIL
Well, what about later then.

RICKY
How do you mean?

PHIL
Well, come around after the game. Come around to me an' Kath's, we'll, we'll get you a pizza and uh, sort you out somewhere to live.

RICKY
Do you know something.

PHIL
I got a few ideas, yeah.

RICKY
Well--you know--the thing is, we normally have a little bit o' celebration after the football, you know, if we win an' that.

PHIL
Well, come around after that. Me an' Kath won't be goin' anywhere.

RICKY
[appreciative] Yeah all right, yeah I'll do that.
[smiling] Right. I better be off.

[leaving, then stops] Phil, uh. Thanks a lot.


[In the market, SANJAY is loading his van. ART, MARK and STEVE are by the team's van and ALAN comes up.] (5-7) #1: L/MS follows Alan from behind to van and then Art to other van. #2: MS on Art and Sanjay. #3: MS on Mark, Alan, and Steve waiting by van, alt. with #2. #1: follows M to Art becoming MS on Art (over M's rt. shoulder), then follows Art past Sanj, who's smirking. #4: CU on M. (cont. below)

ALAN
All right, champs?

STEVE and MARK
All right.

[We follow ART to SANJAY's van.]

SANJAY
Right. Then, all ya gotta do is load it into the van for Gita to drive away, right?

ART
--Yeah. Right. Right.--

SANJAY
She--an' you'll be along later, won't you.

ART
Nooo, I don't want to see you lot get knocked out.

SANJAY
[amused] Eh? The Flying Scotsmen's boys? We'll fracture 'em!

ART
I tell you, their center forward had a trial for west {down} once.

SANJAY
Yeah? But he didn't quite make the grade did he? [to GUYS] Yeah, boys! Arthur thinks we're gonna get mashed!

ALAN
Nahh. No chance.

MARK
He--he's windin' you up.

ART
I'm deadly serious. You don't stand a chance!

SANJAY
Oh yeah? W-do you wanna put your money where your mouth is?

ALAN
Yeah, look at him now--he's backin' off now, i'n't he. Ha.

ART
No, no, no!

SANJAY
A fiver says we win, yeah?

ALAN
Yeah I'll have some of that, Arthur.

STEVE
Yeah, me too.

SANJAY
Look Arthur, it's "put up or shut up." I mean, you can obviously--uh--apologize.

ART
All right! You're on!

MARK
[going to him] Dad--

ART
No, it's all right, son.

MARK
You can't afford this.

ART
They're the ones who are gonna be sorry, you'll see. [moves on]

[MARK looks anxious.]

[(cont.) #5: LS on Peggy, arriving by foot. #6: L/MS on van, her pt. of vw. #2: MS on Mark and Sanjay. #5: Peggy leaves. #7 (or 6): MS on Steve, Nigel arrives, peeking over his shoulder, chewing gum. #3: MS Alan and Mark--and Steve and N from the side, alts with #7.]

STEVE
[about PEGGY, who's coming over now] At last. Grant thought he was gonna have to close up. I'll go over an' get 'im, yeah? [leaves]

MARK
Here we are Peggy.

PEGGY
Oh, my boys. Don't let me down, d'ya hear?

ALAN
No chance, Peg.

PEGGY
First pint on the house again, if you win, okay?

SANJAY
Ah--when we win, you mean?

PEGGY
That's exactly what I mean. See you over there. [winks]

ALL GUYS
Yeah.

[As PEGGY, turns, heads on to the Vic, NIGEL arrives.]

NIGEL
All right, lads. All set?

MARK
Yeah. Even got the oranges for half-time.

ALAN
Yeah, and I got the old uh, Liquid Refreshment. [reaches in his duffel bag for a vodka bottle and then takes a shot of it]

SANJAY
Oh yeah, get that out.

MARK
[takes it] A little bit of that for me please. Thank you very much.

NIGEL
[grabbing it] What do you think you're doin'?

MARK
It's water, you prat. Have some.

[NIGEL drinks some. It's just water. The other GUYS laugh.]

NIGEL
[humourless] Very funny. Yeah. Ha ha ha ha-ha. Yeah, very funny. Yeah.


[Inside the Vic as PEGGY comes in.]

(3) #1: L/MS on door as Peg enters, Steve's just leaving, Grant appears from near camera, P and G in profile, then pan with her turning. #2: MS on Vic bust and P comes from left. #3: LS down bar as she walks from left at far end and stops.

PEGGY
All right?

STEVE
Yeah.

PEGGY
Be brilliant, Steve.

STEVE
Yeah.
Grant?

GRANT
I'm here, let's go. [to PEGGY (Steve's gone.)] Well?

PEGGY
[chuffed] I've got the temporary license. It's all Signed an' Sealed. We do a good enough job, an' we get the permanent one easy.

GRANT
Good, I'm glad.

PEGGY
Oh, me too. Well, go on, off you go then, they're waitin' for you.

GRANT
W--aren't you comin'?

PEGGY
Yeah! Of course I am! I'll get Tracey to cover. Catch the second half.

GRANT
Right. [kiss] See ya.

[GRANT leaves and PEGGY is alone in the bar, looking around, proud, a look of accomplishment. She looks at the Queen Victoria bust and the V.E. Day decorations still up. There's a plastic hat on the bust.]


[Ian and Cindy's. CINDY's sitting reading a magazine when IAN comes in.]

(3-5) #1: MS on Cindy, alts with #2: LS from TV area on Ian behind couch and C in chair, Ian approaches standing (#1 becomes slightly over his right shoulder/side), she puts mag. down doubtfully, I gets 2nd present and returns, sitting on couch. #2 rises and pans left with C walking around couch to L/MS. Then #1: now MS on I, he's now standing, alts with #3: MS on C. Last two shots are #2: LS on living room when she leaves, and #1: CU on I.

CINDY
[tired] There's nothing on the telly..

IAN
Well, we'll just have to think of something else to do, won't we?
Come on, close your eyes.

CINDY
What?

IAN
Come on, close your eyes!
Come on!
Close your eyes! Now, put your hands out. Put your hands out, come on. There you go love..

[She's closed her eyes, put her hands out and he put a present bag on them. She opens her eyes. The look on her face says she's not anticipating this will be good. (Like she's suspected what sort of gift he got her.)]

IAN
Happy Birthday.

CINDY
Uh. Ian, I think I should leave it.

IAN
Well--why?!

CINDY
Just not in the mood.

IAN
Come on. You will be. Look--once you open it. Go on, open it. Go on.

[CINDY heaves a big sigh. As she opens it, IAN's getting his other, smaller, bag.]

IAN
I've, uh, I've got something else to go with it. You'll uh, you'll probably guess what it is. So, what'd you think?

[It's that red and black corset.]

CINDY
[not chuffed, pause] I think it's Cheap, and Nasty.

IAN
What the--Hey! That cost me a fortune!

CINDY
I don't care what it cost, Ian! It might be the most expensive thing in the shop, but it's still Cheap, and Nasty! Oh and what's this. Stockings, yeah? Oh an' little lace panties. Surprised you haven't got a pair of stilettos. Or--wasn't that part of your sordid little fantasy!
[got up, throwing the corset at him, then, stops, sighs]
Is tha--is that all I am to you, Ian? I mean is that all I mean to you, deep down--just some cheap little whore who'll dress up in whatever her client wants?

IAN
No!

CINDY
You couldn't wait, could you? Haven't touched me in weeks an' suddenly you get me some tacky tart's gear, the kids in bed by seven, an' you're rarin' to go!

IAN
You're the one who never wants to do it!

CINDY
And you blame me?! You don't wan' me, Ian--you just want to close your eyes an' pretend I'm something else, pretend I'm, this. [grabs the corset from his hands and throws it at him!]

IAN
[pause, quiet] Sorry, all right?
Loo--I didn't mean anything by it, love, I--uh..
I thought you'd be pleased.

CINDY
Uh. It just shows how little you know me, doesn't it?

IAN
Cindy, I'm not asking you to walk the streets in it..
It--it's just a bit of fun, that's all--between a husband and wife. What's wrong with that, eh?

CINDY
[pause] You just don't get it do you?

IAN
No. No I don't. Thought you'd be pleased to wear it for me--

CINDY
Exactly! For you, Ian! It's a present for you, not me! How 'bout what I want? It's my birthday, what about what I want?!

IAN
Yeah, what about it, eh?! What do you want?! 'Cause I just don't know anymore.

CINDY
I just wanna be on my own, all right? [grabs her coat and leaves]

[IAN sits, looks dejected, a little ashamed.]


[The Fowlers' living room. ART and PAULINE are watching telly, a program about someone "feeding the local bird population." The phone rings and ART gets up and gets it.]

(4) #1: 2S on Art and Pauline. #2: L/MS on them from phone, A comes up to answer--it's CU on A (P in bg)--A goes back to chair. #1: CU on them, P's behind and to right of him on couch, pan to favour P. #3: CU on A, over P' shoulder. #1: CU on them. #2 as P gets up to phone (A in bg). #4: MS on P. #2: MS on A.

ART
Hello?
Oh, hello Steve. What's up?

Oh, did you? Right! Nah, nah, I shan't be comin' over, nah.
[under breath] The bet, uh. That bet wasn't serious was it, ha huh.. I can't afford it.
[for PAULINE to hear] Look um, I--we'll talk about it tomorrow--yeah--okay? Yeah, ta.

PAULINE
Talk about what?

ART
[sitting again, feigning interest in the TV] Oh, that was Steve. From the pub, you know. He's a bit excited.

PAULINE
Why--have they won again?

ART
Yeah! Apparently so, yeah! Me too! Ha ha ha ha.

PAULINE
Ohhh! Well, we should go over!

ART
No no. We're settled now, we're--

PAULINE
No honestly, if they've won, well, it'd be like yesterday, everybody'll be celebrating, it was such a good time.

ART
[mumbling, dismissive] No no, I'd rather not bother, nah.

PAULINE
[stops] Why, what's wrong?

ART
Well. T--yesterday was Special, wasn't it, I, I don't want to spoil the memory.

PAULINE
But you won't!

ART
Anyway, I'd rather be here with you, on our own, you know.

PAULINE
Big softie.

ART
Yeah, yeah.

PAULINE
W--look, we don't have to stay there for long. I'll phone Ruth, see if her an' Mark'll baby-sit for about an hour. [gets up to phone them]

ART
But Mark'll be in the pub, won't he?

PAULINE
[stops] I doubt it! They're savin' up for that mortgage. Oh, come on! It'll be ever so nice, won't it?

ART
[dreading to self] Yeah. Lovely. Lovely.

[PAULINE is dialing the phone.]


[The Vic. WINSTON, DAVID, and RICKY are standing by the bar.]

(3) #1: L/MS on group at end of bar, on David and Ricky, over Winston's shoulder, becomes MS as it alts with #2: MS on R. #3: MS on D (R's profile in fg right) alts with #2 (on R). At end, #2: D crosses in front of R. (Shot order: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 2, 3, 2.)

WINSTON
Oh, you were brilliant, man!

DAVID
Nah, not really. Ya just gotta be in the right place at the right time. Sort of a, Sixth Sense all the top strikers have.

RICKY
Yeah, well it helps if you've got one the whole time, di'n't it?

WINSTON
Oh, shut up Ricky! If you hadn't given that penalty away!

RICKY
But he dived!

DAVID
Dived! [DAVID and WINSTON are laughing at him]
The poor bloke was stretchin' off!

RICKY
Yeah--he had to make it look good, di'n't he?

DAVID
He was makin' you look a plonker an' you had to lash out.

RICKY
No I never.

DAVID
Ricky you gotta learn a bit o' self-control, mate. Start growin' up a bit, you know? [moves on]


[Elsewhere in the Vic, ALAN and NIGEL are standing, talking. RICKY hears part of it and soon leaves the Vic in disappointment.]

(2) #1: MS on Alan over Nigel's shoulder, alts with #2: MS on N, over A's right shoulder, Ricky in bg at first.

ALAN
[determined] Just want you to bring me up to the attack, that's all.

NIGEL
Why! No, you had a blindin' game!
Anyway, someone's gotta be behind Ricky. Otherwise we don't stand a chance.

ALAN
Loo-I just want a bit of glory. I mean, David Wicks.

NIGEL
Oh, {corkin'} win, though, weren't it.

ALAN
[admiring] Yeah, {he could 'a' scored three by then.} Look, Nige, if you switched us around, all right.

NIGEL
No, I don't want to disturb a winnin' team. It'll unsettle things.

ALAN
Nige, please--

NIGEL
No. Look, you're my "rock at the back." Dependable.

ALAN
Yeah, but I don't want to be dependable.

NIGEL
You're fine where you are. Honest. Trust me, I'm a Manager. [leaves]

[NIGEL heads to the bar where DEBS is. She's just come in. PEGGY's behind the bar.]

(2) #1: MS from behind bar, on Debs and Nigel as he comes and sits, then Peg crosses from left to give him his free beer, and shot is over her shoulder (in bg, David and Steve at table). #2: MS on P, over N's right shoulder.

NIGEL
All right, Debs?

DEBS
Yeah.

NIGEL
Glad you came.

DEBS
Oh, yeah, it was brilliant. Wish I'd come for the last one now.

PEGGY
Hey, hey! You'll have to come to the next one. We're in the semi-final now! We're gonna win that cup, Nigel, I know we are.

NIGEL
Yeah. I hope Sanjay's all right.

PEGGY
What's wrong with him?

NIGEL
Oh nothing, he's just got a bit of a knock, that's all. I sent him home with an ice pack. You know, can't take any chances.

PEGGY
Oh, we'll be all right. Long as we've got my Steve playin'. [STEVE grins at her from his table]

NIGEL
Oh, Sanjay's just as good, you know.

PEGGY
We'll win! Whatever! I can feel it! Ha.


[Kath and Phil's living room. RICKY and KATH are on the couch, PHIL hands RICKY a can of beer and sits.]

(3) #1: L/MS on couch, at an angle (i.e. not from front or side but bet.), Ricky and Kath are on it, K closer to camera. #2: MS on Phil, tilts down with him sitting. #3: MS on R. #1: MS on R + K. #2. Ends on #3.

PHIL
Here ya go.

RICKY
Cheers, Phil.

PHIL
An you, Kath, do you want--

KATHY
[is holding a glass of wine] No, I'm all right.

PHIL
[friendly] Hey, I didn't expect to see you so soon.

RICKY
Sorry uh. Have I..

PHIL
Oh, don't be silly. Just that uh, with you winnin' the football, it's just I thought, there'd be a right old session in the pub.

RICKY
Yeah, well, it depends if you care who you do it with, d'n't it?

KATHY
Who's that then?

RICKY
David. He's windin' me up all the time, lately.

PHIL
Yeah?

RICKY
Yeah. He thinks he's so good, you know. He--just treatin' me like I'm some kind of idiot! Tell you, I wish there was some way I could get back at him.


[The Vic. ART and PAULINE have come in and ART goes to the bar. STEVE points at ART and he and ALAN come over with their beers as ART heads for PAULINE. Everyone stays standing.]

(3) #1: MS on Art (profile) getting drinks, Steve is in bg, standing with David and Alan. Pans and backs up with Art to Pauline, over her shoulder, Alan and S also coming up, becomes P on right, in profile. #2: MS on P. #3: MS on Art, over P's shoulder, alts with #1 and #2. (Shot order: 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3.)

ALAN
Arthur! Your round, i'n't it?

PAULINE
Oh! You'll be lucky. We had to scrape the pennies together to get this.

ART
Yeah.

STEVE
Yeah, but you got a bit put by, though, haven't you?

ALAN
Yeah. For emergencies. Like uh, Unpaid Debts.

PAULINE
What they on about?

ART
Oh I dunno, let's sit over there, shall we?

STEVE
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, Arthur: feel-goods.

ALAN
Yeah, we would 'a' paid up, wouldn't we, Steve?

STEVE
Without a doubt! "A bet's a bet." An' we've come to collect.

ALAN
Yeah. 'Cause I'm skinned, an' it's Steve's round--

STEVE
An' then yours.

ALAN
Yeah.

PAULINE
[doubting ART] What do they mean, "A bet's a bet."

ART
Heh heh heh. They're drunk. High spirits. Come on, let's--

STEVE
Oh! He's a boy, i'n't he?! [ALAN's laughing]
Look. We bet your husband, that we'd win. And we did!

ALAN
Yesss!

STEVE
So come on, get your wallet out. Cash please, no checks.

ART
Heh.

PAULINE
Arthur.


[DAVID sees CINDY at the bar. She's alone and thoughtful. He goes to her.]

(2) #1: LS from inside bar to far end of it (Tracey behind bar walking to bg), David standing with drink looks over his shoulder and, seeing Cindy, comes over, camera pans left with him to her. Shot is now 2S of C and D (C in profile), alts with #2: CU on C over D's shoulder. Ends on #2.

DAVID
All right? Mind if I join ya?
Oh, I see you took my advice on those earrings!

CINDY
[self-conscious] Oh.

DAVID
Look at 'em, eh?

CINDY
What?

DAVID
Oh, this lot, in here. Happy as sand boys because they won a poxy football match. Well, that might be enough for them but it certainly ain't for me.

CINDY
How'd you mean?

DAVID
Well, I mean. I want more, don't I? I want more than all this. Than what I've got.
Don't you?

CINDY
Doesn't everybody?

DAVID
Yeah, I suppose it could.
[about her near empty drink] Same again?

CINDY
Nooo, I think I'd better be goin' home.

DAVID
One drink. That's all. It'll all still be there when you go home, you know. [takes her glass]


[Back at Phil and Kath's.]

(6) #1: L/MS on Ricky and Kath on couch, straight on, mostly on R. #2: MS on Phil. #1. #3: MS on R. #2: P just listening. #4: MS on K. #5: MS on R and K from an angle. #6: L/MS on P, over K's shoulder. #5, then alt #2 and #3, shifting them both to CUs.

KATH
Well, I think you're right. I mean, this new landlord, he's just tryin' to bully you out, i'n't he? Don't you think?

PHIL
Yeah. Sounds like it.

RICKY
But what can I do about it?

KATHY
{Or not}--you have got rights you know.

RICKY
Yeah. Try tellin' him that.

KATHY
But he can't force you out, so he's tryin' to get you to leave of your own accord.

RICKY
Ww--it's workin' the trick, 'cause half the people who live there have gone.

KATHY
Well, that's why he's not repairin' anything. He's hopin' you'll get so fed up that you'll find somewhere else to live.

RICKY
I haven't got anywhere else, have I?

KATHY
Well, that's why I think you should fight it, then. Sounds like a right bastard.

PHIL
Well, what's the point?

KATHY
Eh?

PHIL
Well, if he's that much of a git, maybe it's better not to cross him.

KATHY
Oh, don't be daft! No, you take it to a Rent Tribunal. If he's that {bad assed,} they're bound to do something.

RICKY
Do you reckon?

KATHY
Yeah, of course they will!

PHIL
Look, if you start bringin' the law in, then, well he might start bringin' his heavies in. Kick you out that way.

RICKY
It'd be--you would help me out, wouldn't you--it--I mean, if it'd come to that.

PHIL
Yeah, of course I would, but why bother? I mean if the place is that much of a mess. Especially when you've got a perfectly good place of your own.

RICKY
What place? I haven't got anywhere.

PHIL
You've got your home, Ricky, 'i'n't ya? Frank's house! You got as much right to stay there as anyone else has.

RICKY
Yeah but..

PHIL
And, Pat an' Janine are away at the moment, i'n't they? It's only David stayin' there.

RICKY
Squattin', more like.

PHIL
Exactly. So why not move back in, then? You got more right to stay there than he has.

RICKY
I know..

PHIL
Bet he's lovin' it. Havin' that gaff all to himself. He'd be {guttered} if you turned up, eh?

RICKY
Yeah, he would, wouldn't he?


[IAN alone in bed when CINDY comes in to sleep. At first, he doesn't turn to face her, is just disappointed by the whole day.]

(2) #1: MS on Cindy lying back in bed pans left with her. Ian's in fg, facing toward camera. She's looking at the ceiling. #2: CU on Cindy, Ian close by over her shoulder, turns his head to her, camera follows her turning away. #1: CU on Ian.

IAN
You're back late. Where you been?

CINDY
Vic.

IAN
Y'have a nice time..

CINDY
Yeah it was okay..

IAN
[looking over at her] Cindy, I'm. I'm really sorry.

CINDY
[briefly looks at him] Yeah, me too.. Night. [turns away]

IAN
Night.. [turns away--sad]


[Kath and Phil's. RICKY is still there. It's later, the pizza's gone, KATH is yawning and RICKY's sleepy-drunk. PHIL's just got himself another beer.]

(6) #1: L/MS on Phil coming from kitchen with a beer, pans left with him and down to Ricky and Kath on couch (camera on couch at angle). #2: MS on P, alts with #3: MS on R. #4: LS on living room. Alt #2 and #3 again (when doorbell rings and P starts to get up but stops, shot becomes over his right shoulder). #2: P gets up and out of shot. #5: L/MS on R and K (different angle than 1 and 4) #6: MS on K. #1: MS on R.

RICKY
I tell you what. You're right, you know. I'm 'onna do it. I've got every right to be there 'a'n't I?

PHIL
Course you have.

RICKY
I only wish I hadn't paid this week's rent. I know Della an' Binnie owe the bastard.

PHIL
How'd you mean?

RICKY
Well.. They're gonna do a runner aren't they? Three weeks, they're behind. Huh. He won't see a penny of it. Serves him right, eh?

PHIL
Yeah.

KATHY
Well. I am knackered. {I'm lookin' after Ian's children before long.}

RICKY
Oh, I'm sorry. I--I'm gonna be gone after this. [indicating beer]

KATHY
[doorbell rings] Oh! What?

PHIL
It's all right--I'll get it. [starts getting up]

RICKY
Oh, Phil? Uh, did you ask Peggy? 'Bout Sam's address?

PHIL
[stops] No, not yet.

RICKY
Well if, you know, if I give you the letter, will you ask her to send it on?

PHIL
Yeah, o' course I would. [leaves]

RICKY
Thanks, Kath. For lettin' me come around.

KATHY
Any time. You know that.

RICKY
I really needed it. [sigh] Everything's just gone wrong lately. Pat's gone. Then it's Bianca. No home. [sigh] Just, seems like, no one gives a toss about me. Except Phil.


[Outside in dark. Hand with envelope hands it to: (camera pans up--it's PHIL). The other man is MR. SOAMES!]

(2) #1: CU on hands and envelope over Soames' right shoulder (arm), tilts up to MS on Phil. #2: CU on S over P's shoulder (head). #1: CU on P over S's right shoulder (head), alts with #2. Ends with #1, P leaves shot.

PHIL
Cheers.
Any problems?

SOAMES
No, not really.
Well, that Butcher boy--number one.

PHIL
Oh, ah.. Well, don't worry about him. He'll be gone by the end of the week.

SOAMES
An' the Thompson family--at the top--they're makin' noises.

PHIL
Mm--he's beginnin' to prove a bit of a pain, isn't he? Well, don't worry about him, leave him to me. Oh, the girls in number 2, uh, Della an' Binnie--

SOAMES
No, no. They were fine about it.

PHIL
Don't go soft, you're bein' shafted. They're plannin' to do a runner at the {later} end o' next week.

SOAMES
Oh! Well, uh, at least they're goin' then.

PHIL
Mm. But I want the money first, all right?

SOAMES
W-yeah, uh, yeah of course, I'll um, I'll get onto it right away.

PHIL
Yeah. Yeah you do that.
Right. Night then.

SOAMES
Oh. Yeah. Goo'night, Mr. Mitchell. Uh.
Thanks.

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[time: 00:30; total with intro and credits: 27:57]
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