This is an excerpt from a completed screenplay.

       "Highway Robbery" - screenplay by Derek Paterson.


       FADE IN

       EXT. BUSY HIGH STREET - DAY

       Old flats above retail shops.  Morning traffic hisses by.


       INT. BATHROOM, GEORGE'S FLAT - DAY

       GEORGE brushes his teeth.  Early 20s, yuppie office type.
       He dribbles toothpaste onto his tie, and groans.  As he
       wipes it, a mobile phone RINGTONE comes from another room.


       INT. LIVING ROOM, GEORGE'S FLAT - DAY

       Yuppie bachelor pad, leather and chrome, widescreen TV.
       George picks up the ringing phone.

                             GEORGE (INTO PHONE)
                 Yellow?

                             MALE VOICE (V.O.)
                      (Indian accent)
                 Hello Mister Henderson, how are
                 you today?  Would you be liking a
                 brand new mobile phone, free of
                 charge sir?

                             GEORGE
                 Eh, no, I've already got a phone
                 thanks--

                             MALE VOICE (V.O.)
                      (his normal accent)
                 George you arsehole it's Kenny.

                             GEORGE
                 Yo Kenny, you velly funny man.
                 How's it going?

                             MALE VOICE (V.O.)
                 All right.  You know who I ran
                 into yesterday?  Sandy McDonald.
                 You remember him?

       The very mention of the name makes George wary.

                             GEORGE
                 Yeah, I remember.  Did you check
                 you've still got your wallet?

                             MALE VOICE (V.O.)
                 He says he wants to talk to you.

                             GEORGE
                 What does he want to talk to me
                 for?

                             MALE VOICE (V.O.)
                 No idea.  He gave me his number,
                 you want to write it down?

                             GEORGE
                 Not really.

       George picks up a notepad and pen.

                             GEORGE
                 I've not seen him since school.
                 What's he like now?

                             MALE VOICE (V.O.)
                 Twice as big and ten times as ugly.
                 You got a pen?

                             GEORGE
                 Yeah.

       George listens, and writes a number down.

                             GEORGE
                 What else did he say?

       George listens, frowns.

                             GEORGE
                 Thanks Kenny, talk to you later.
                 You have very good day now sir.

       George hangs up.  He stares at the notepad, perplexed.  He
       looks at his watch.  He thumbs the number.  RING TONE.  A
       gruff male voice answers.

                             MCDONALD (V.O.)
                 Yeah, what?

                             GEORGE (INTO PHONE)
                 Is this Sandy McDonald?

                             MCDONALD (V.O.)
                 Who's asking?

                             GEORGE
                 It's George Henderson.

                             MCDONALD (V.O.)
                 Georgie, my man!  Need to see you.
                 Where are you?

                             GEORGE
                 I'm just on my way to work.

                             MCDONALD (V.O.)
                 Don't suppose you can call in sick?

                             GEORGE
                 Well, not really, I'm the manager.
                 Sets a bad example for the troops.

                             MCDONALD (V.O.)
                 Lunch-time.  Meet me at the Sunshine
                 Cafe on Glebe Street.  One o'clock,
                 okay?

                             GEORGE
                 I usually work through lunch.

                             MCDONALD (V.O.)
                 C'mon Georgie, a breath of fresh
                 air, do you good.  Happy workers
                 are efficient workers.

       George hesitates... doesn't want to... can't think of a
       good reason.  Another deep sigh.

                             GEORGE
                 All right.  It'll take me time to
                 get there.  Say one-fifteen?

                             MCDONALD (V.O.)
                 That's my boy.  Be there or be
                 square.

       BEEP, call ends.  George mimes "Be there or be square" as
       if it's something a kid would say.


       EXT. SUNSHINE CAFE - DAY

       A sign, "Breakfast Served All Day" in the window.


       INT. SUNSHINE CAFE - DAY

       George enters, looks around.  A handful of CUSTOMERS at
       plastic tables.  Two WAITRESSES chat behind the counter.

       George sees SANDY MCDONALD at a corner table.  McDonald
       sees him and waves him over.  McDonald's the school bully,
       grown bigger and more dangerous.  He's tucking into a
       breakfast.

       Beside McDonald sits MARTINE, purple hair and black leather.
       She watches George with interest.

       McDonald puts down his knife and offers his hand across
       the table.  George reluctantly shakes as he sits down.

                             MCDONALD
                 How you doing, Georgie?  Appreciate
                 you coming.  You want a cup of tea
                 or something?

                             GEORGE
                 I'm all right.

                             MCDONALD
                 This is Martine.
                      (to Martine)
                 Say hello to Georgie.  We were in
                 the same class at school.  He's a
                 manager now.

                             MARTINE
                 Hi Georgie.

                             GEORGE
                 It's George.

                             MCDONALD
                      (bad German)
                 Sprachen ze Deutch, Georgie?

                             GEORGE
                 Not since school.

                             MCDONALD
                 I thought you won the German prize?

                             GEORGE
                 Fat lot of good it did me.  Some
                 of these European guys in the office
                 talk five languages.  They make me
                 look like a right dumpling.

                             MCDONALD
                 I know this German lad.  Doesn't
                 speak a word of English.  How'd
                 you like to help him with a wee
                 problem?

                             GEORGE
                 Depends on the wee problem.

                             MCDONALD
                 There's this computer, he says
                 it's the software, the manual's in
                 German, none of us know what the
                 fuck he's talking about.

                             GEORGE
                 Isn't there someone he can talk
                 to?  Tech support, a help desk?

                             MCDONALD
                 That's what he did.  Gibbered on
                 the phone for hours, cost me a
                 fortune.  Still doesn't work.  So
                 I thought, who do I know talks
                 German?  Georgie Henderson!

                             GEORGE
                 I'm surprised you remembered me.

                             MCDONALD
                 Our class was mental.  Remember
                 the laughs we had?

                             GEORGE
                 I remember you kicking the shit
                 out of everyone.

       McDonald throws his head back and laughs.

                             MCDONALD
                 Okay, I was a silly boy sometimes.
                 No hard feelings, eh?  Look, there's
                 a couple of bucks in it for you.
                 Cash in hand, no questions.

                             GEORGE
                 I've got to get back to work.

                             MCDONALD
                 It's just round the corner.  Two
                 minutes walk.  Come on, two minutes,
                 a bit of the lingo.  How about it,
                 Georgie?  You up for it?

       McDonald smiles but his eyes are hard, intimidating.

                             GEORGE
                 You know what this reminds me of?

                             MCDONALD
                 No.

                             GEORGE
                 All those times you beat me up and
                 stole my playpiece.

       McDonald laughs again.

                             MCDONALD
                 Those were the days, eh?
                      (to Martine)
                 Tell Georgie you'll look after
                 him.  Make sure I don't steal his
                 playpiece.

                             MARTINE
                 I'll watch out for you, Georgie.

       McDonald drinks his tea, gets up and heads for the door.
       Martine slides over and stands up.  George stares open-
       mouthed at her short denim skirt, fishnets, leather boots.
       He quickly looks away, embarrassed.  Martine just smiles.

       Martine follows McDonald out, McDonald lets the door swing
       shut in her face, Martine has to open it for herself.

       George gets up to follow but a WAITRESS cuts him off.

                             WAITRESS
                 That'll be three-ninety-nine.

       George doesn't get it.

                             WAITRESS
                 All-day breakfast, three-ninety-
                 nine.

       George looks outside, McDonald's nowhere to he seen.  He
       gets out his wallet, offers her a fiver.  She snatches it
       out of his hand, glares, takes it to the cash register.

                             GEORGE
                 Keep the change...

       The two Waitresses discuss the rat who just tried to leave
       without paying.  George exits, affronted.


       EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREETS - DAY

       George hurries to catch up with McDonald and Martine.

                             MCDONALD
                 What's keeping you, Georgie?

                             GEORGE
                 Someone forgot to pay for their
                 breakfast.

       McDonald fishes into a pocket and flashes a wad of twenties.

                             MCDONALD
                 Would you believe it, I've not got
                 any change.  I'll pay you back
                 later, promise.

       They keep walking, George a couple of paces behind.  He
       stares at Martine's legs.  Martine looks at him over her
       shoulder.  George looks away, she's caught him again!

                             MCDONALD
                      (to George)
                 It's just round the corner.
                      (to Martine)
                 What are you smiling at?

                             MARTINE
                 Nothing.


       EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY

       Boarded up, abandoned.  The bottom of the boarded up door
       has been kicked in.  McDonald ducks down, squeezes through.
       Martine follows him, as if they do this every day.

       George looks around, bewildered.  This is the place?  He
       ducks down and follows them inside.


       INT. STAIRWAY, TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY

       Peeling paint, boarded windows, poor light.  McDonald,
       Martine and George climb upstairs.

                             MCDONALD
                 Told you, two minutes.

       Martine misses her footing and almost falls, George catches
       her hand, she smiles thanks.  She keeps hold of his hand.


       INT. LANDING, TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY

       McDonald knocks on a scabby peeling door.

                             MCDONALD
                 Pardon the smell of piss.  Fuckin'
                 junkies.

       The door's opened by BIG SHUG, 30s, a menacing thug.  George
       has a real bad feeling about this.  McDonald enters with a
       nod to Big Shug.  Martine leads a reluctant George inside
       by the hand.  Big Shug closes the door.


       INT. DARK HALLWAY, TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY

       McDonald stops, blocking their way.

                             MCDONALD
                      (to Martine)
                 You stay here.
                      (to George)
                 You're with me, Georgie.


       INT. BARE LIVING ROOM, TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY

       Boarded up windows, floorboards, peeling walls.  A nailed-
       up sheet stretches across the room, cutting it in two.

       McDonald lifts a corner of the sheet for George to pass
       under and gestures, "After you!"

       In the hidden half of the room is a single chair occupied
       by GUNTHER.  He's tied to the chair, head bowed as if he's
       asleep.  George stops, shocked.  He takes a half-step back
       but Big Shug is right behind him, blocking him.

                             MCDONALD
                 This is Gunther.  The German lad
                 with the software problem.

                             GEORGE
                 Jesus.  What's going on?

                             MCDONALD
                 All we want, is for you to ask our
                 boy here a couple of questions.

       McDonald grabs Gunther's hair and lifts his head.  Gunther's
       had the shit beaten out of him, his face is a swollen mess
       of crusted blood and snorters.

                             MCDONALD
                 You ask, he answers, you go on
                 your way.  Dead simple.

       George gasps for breath, panic attack.  McDonald puts his
       arm around George's shoulders and leads him over to the
       boarded up window.

                             MCDONALD
                 Calm down, Georgie.  You need to
                 listen.  Are you listening?

                             GEORGE
                 There never was a computer, was
                 there?

                             MCDONALD
                 Fuck's sake, Georgie, try to focus
                 here.  He was supposed to deliver
                 something.  We want to know where
                 it is.  What's German for, "If you
                 don't tell us where you left it,
                 we'll kill you."

       George stares at him, horrified.

                             MCDONALD
                 We're just going to scare him.
                 The old "Ve haf vays of making you
                 talk" routine.  We'll let him go,
                 he'll bugger off back to Germany,
                 everybody's happy.  We just want
                 you to ask him, "Where did you
                 hide it?"  That's all.

       George sucks in deep breaths.  This is a nightmare.

                             MCDONALD
                 Come on Georgie, you won the German
                 prize, you can do this.  Georgie!

                             GEORGE
                 Okay!  I'll try.

                             MCDONALD
                 Good man!  Shug!

       Big Shug pulls a GUN from inside his jacket.  Gunther stares
       at the gun fearfully.  So does George.

                             MCDONALD
                 For fuck's sakes Georgie, will you
                 listen?  Scare tactics, that's
                 all.  Nobody's going to shoot
                 anyone.  Go on, ask him.  He just
                 has to tell us where it is, and he
                 goes free.

                             GEORGE
                 What's "it"?

                             MCDONALD
                 He knows with it is.  Ask him.

       George steps up to Gunther.  Tries to think...

                             MCDONALD
                 Will you just fucking ask him?

                             GEORGE
                 All right, give me a minute, will
                 you?  It's been years.

       McDonald rolls his eyes at the ceiling, why me, God?

                             GEORGE
                      (in broken German)
                 Gutten Tag, Mein Herr.  Wie ist
                 der Sache... der Hauptsache?

       Gunther stares at him, huh?  Big Shug touches the gun to
       Gunther's head, thumbs back the hammer.  George gulps.
       Every muscle on Gunther's face twists and writhes in fear.

                             GEORGE
                      (in broken German)
                 Wie ist der Hauptsache!

       Gunther responds with a STREAM OF BABBLING GERMAN.

                             MCDONALD
                 What's he saying?

                             GEORGE
                 It's too fast for me--

       McDonald pushes past George and slaps Gunther hard, rocking
       him.  But Gunther won't stop, he TALKS even faster, his
       eyes roll toward Big Shug's gun, he's terrified, pleading.

                             MCDONALD
                 What's the bastard saying?

       As George listens to Gunther's babbling, his expression
       grows more and more thoughtful.  He's getting the gist.
       He understands.  And now gears are turning in George's
       head.  But he doesn't want McDonald to know he knows.

                             MCDONALD
                 Come on, come on...

                             GEORGE
                 He won't talk.

                             MCDONALD
                 He's talking plenty!  Tell us what
                 he's saying.  Come on, Georgie.

                             GEORGE
                 You don't want to know.

       McDonald squeezes George's shoulder so hard George winces.

                             GEORGE
                 He says your mother... your mother's
                 a whore.  He says fuck off.  He
                 says fuck right off, he's not
                 telling you anything.

       McDonald bares his teeth in anger.  Big Shug scowls, he
       doesn't like this at all.  He looks at McDonald, who nods.

       BLAM!  Gunther's brains take flight.

       Blood spatters George's shirt and tie and his shocked face.

       Gunther slowly pitches sideways onto the floor taking the
       chair down with him.  The side of his head is bloody mush.

       George tries to turn and run but McDonald holds him.

                             MCDONALD
                 Georgie.  Stand still.  Stop your
                 nonsense.

       George freezes, gasping for breath, eyes fixed on Gunther.

                             MCDONALD
                 Nothing to get excited about.
                 It's just a dead Jerry.
                      (to Big Shug)
                 Are you out your fucking mind?

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                             BIG SHUG
                 I thought you wanted me to shoot
                 him?

                             MCDONALD
                 In the leg.  In the fucking leg.
                 Put the gun away.  You're making
                 Georgie nervous.

       Big Shug sticks the gun inside his jacket.

       McDonald takes a wad of money from his pocket, counts out
       big notes, stuffs them into George's shirt pocket.

                             MCDONALD
                 That's you and me square for
                 breakfast.  Just go back to work.
                 Forget this ever happened.  Okay?

       McDonald jerks his head at Big Shug, telling him to go.
       Big Shug lifts the sheet and exits.

       McDonald lifts the sheet, ready to follow--

       But he stops, looks back over his shoulder.

                             MCDONALD
                 You're a sensible boy, Georgie.  I
                 can trust you to keep your mouth
                 shut, can't I?  Especially when
                 you're the prime suspect.

       George doesn't get it.  McDonald points at his own chest,
       then points at George's chest.

       George looks down, examines his clothes.  Spattered with
       Gunther's blood.

                             MCDONALD
                 Talk to the cops, they'll bang you
                 up for murder.  You mention my
                 name, I've got two witnesses who'll
                 say I was with them all day.

       Realization slaps George, now he gets it.

                             MCDONALD
                 See you around, Georgie boy.  Well,
                 maybe not.

       McDonald spits on Gunther.

                             MCDONALD
                 That's for Clydebank, bastard.

       McDonald exits, letting the sheet drop.

       George stares at Gunther.  Blood pools under Gunther's
       head.

       A door SLAMS, startling George.

       He lifts the sheet.  No one's there.


       INT. DARK HALLWAY, TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY

       George peeks out from the living room.  They've gone.


       INT. LIVING ROOM, TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY

       George stares at Gunther's shadow behind the sheet.

       He takes out the money McDonald put into his pocket.

       He throws it down, scattering it across the floor.


       INT. DARK HALLWAY, TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY

       George wrenches the front door open, runs outside.


       INT. STAIRWAY, TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY

       George runs downstairs, four steps at a time.


       EXT. TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY

       George ducks and climbs out through the boarded entrance.

       He brushes himself down, looks around.

       No one's in sight.  An empty street.


       EXT. STREET - DAY

       George walks along with his head down, hands in pockets.

       He comes upon--


       EXT. JOLLY ROGER PUB - DAY

       A seedy dive.  George pauses at the door, uncertain.

       The door flies open, two ROUGH-LOOKING MEN exit, mumbling
       in conversation.  They don't even notice George.

       George grabs the door before it shuts.  He goes inside.


       INT. JOLLY ROGER PUB - DAY

       Nicotine decor, tiny TV on a shelf near the ceiling, showing
       horse racing.  Music from a 1980s compilation CD.

       A couple of ANDY CAPPS sit at the bar watching the TV.

       A young barmaid, SANDRA, wearing yellow rubber gloves cleans
       behind the bar.

       The BARMAN looks up from his sports pages.  He stares at
       the blood on George's shirt.

                             GEORGE
                 Cut myself shaving.  Double whisky
                 and a pint of lager.

       George looks around nervously while the Barman pours the
       pint and the whisky.  George pays for the drinks.   He
       throws the whiskey back, takes the pint over to a table.

       The Barman goes back to reading his newspaper.

       George sits down and takes a drink.  The glass RATTLES
       when he puts it down, his hand's shaking.

       The Barman glances over.  A wee bit curious.

       George takes a deep breath.  Tries to be calm.

       The Barman turns a page, ignoring him.

       Sandra, finished cleaning, gets herself an orange juice,
       comes round from behind the bar, sits on a stool.

       George studies her reflection in the mirror behind the
       bar.  She studies him.

       George takes out his phone, thumbs a number.

                             GEORGE (INTO PHONE)
                 Angela, hi, it's George.
                 Something's come up.  Some personal
                 business.  Tell David I'll be in
                 as soon as I can.  I'll explain
                 then.  Thanks, you're a doll.  I
                 mean that in a non-sexist way.
                 Yeah, cheers.

       He hangs up, puts his phone on the table.  The Barman smiles
       knowingly.  George takes another drink.

       The door at the other end of the bar opens, and Martine
       walks in.  She greets Sandra, sits down beside her.  They
       talk like old friends pleased to see each other.

       George stares, shocked.

       Sandra calls to the Barman.  He pours them both a drink
       from the bar optics.  Then goes back to his newspaper.

       Martine and Sandra talk while George just stares, not sure
       what to do.

       Martine laughs.  She takes her drink and sees George in
       the mirror.  She looks over her shoulder, making sure it's
       him.  Can't believe it.

       Sandra twigs something's going on.  She looks at George.
       Asks Martine what's wrong.  Martine shakes her head.

       George gets up to leave, reaches for his phone--

       Martine puts her hand on his arm, stopping him.

                             MARTINE
                 Wait.  Please.

                             GEORGE
                 Or what?  You'll ask your boyfriend
                 to shoot me too?

       Martine hisses through her teeth--

                             MARTINE
                 Keep your voice down.

       She makes George sit back down, and sits beside him, thigh
       to thigh.  They talk in whispers.

       Sandra pretends to ignore them but casts sly glances in
       the mirror.

                             MARTINE
                 What happened back there?

                             GEORGE
                 Don't give us that, you know fine
                 well what happened.

                             MARTINE
                 Whoa, keep your teeth in.  If I
                 knew I wouldn't be asking, okay?

                             GEORGE
                 Why don't you go and ask your
                 boyfriend?

                             MARTINE
                 He's not my...
                      (takes a breath)
                 I did ask, he said, "You don't
                 want to know."  So I'm asking you.

       George takes a drink.

                             MARTINE
                 Come on, tell me.

       Martine stares at the blood on his shirt.

                             GEORGE
                 It's not mine.

                             MARTINE
                      (puzzled)
                 Whose is it?

                             GEORGE
                 You don't know?

                             MARTINE
                      (exasperated)
                 I told you, no!  Come on, spit it
                 out.

                             GEORGE
                 There was a German guy.

                             MARTINE
                 What guy, where?

                             GEORGE
                 In the flat.

                             MARTINE
                 What are you talking about?

                             GEORGE
                 He was behind the sheet.  Tied to
                 a chair.  They beat the shit out
                 of him.  Made jelly out of his
                 face.

       Martine looks away, sick.

                             GEORGE
                 Then they put a gun to his head
                 and they shot him.

                             MARTINE
                 Oh Christ.

                             GEORGE
                 You didn't hear the shot?

                             MARTINE
                 No.

                             GEORGE
                 You're a liar.

                             MARTINE
                 I'm not.  I was outside having a
                 smoke.  I heard a bang.  I thought
                 it was a door slamming.

       Sandra watches them in the mirror.  The Barman watches
       too, turning pages without reading.

                             MARTINE
                      (to Barman)
                 Mind your own business!

       The Barman finds something fascinating in his newspaper.

                             MARTINE
                      (to George)
                 Why did they do it?

                             GEORGE
                 It was...

                             MARTINE
                 What?

                             GEORGE
                 I'm not sure.

                             MARTINE
                 Say it.

                             GEORGE
                 It could have been an accident.
                 They wanted to scare him, that's
                 all.

                             MARTINE
                 Are you sure he's dead?

                             GEORGE
                 Go back and see for yourself.  His
                 brains are all over the floor.

                             MARTINE
                 I swear to God, I'll throw up over
                 you if you say that again.

       Martine closes her eyes, takes deep breaths.

                             MARTINE
                 Who did it?

                             GEORGE
                 What's the difference?  I report
                 this to the police, they'll have
                 me.

                             MARTINE
                 Did you shoot him?

                             GEORGE
                 No!

                             MARTINE
                 Were you holding the gun?  Did you
                 pull the trigger?

                             GEORGE
                 No...

                             MARTINE
                 Then don't be stupid.  They can
                 tell if you fired a gun.  Did you
                 never watch "Columbo"?

       George thinks about it.  Sees her point.

                             GEORGE
                 Where did you go when you left?

                             MARTINE
                 They took my bloody car.  Buggered
                 off and left me stranded.  Said
                 they were going down to Newcastle.
                 Bastards.

                             GEORGE
                 You should pick better friends.

                             MARTINE
                      (surprised)
                 Shug's my brother.

       George thinks about this...  Martine's suspicious.

                             MARTINE
                 C'mon, what?

                             GEORGE
                 He did it.

                             MARTINE
                 He did what?

                             GEORGE
                 The big guy.  He had the gun.  He
                 shot him.

       Martine closes her eyes.

                             MARTINE
                 Oh Jesus Christ.  I knew it.

                             GEORGE
                 What does that mean?

                             MARTINE
                 Shug was in the Army.  He knows
                 how to handle guns.

                             GEORGE
                 Oh, that makes it all right then.

       Martine grabs George's shirt, threatens to punch him.

                             MARTINE
                 You think this is funny?

       George struggles with her--

                             GEORGE
                 Get off!

       --the table's nudged, his pint spills, his phone falls to
       the floor.

       Sandra rushes over, grabs Martine, pulls her off George.
       The Barman watches, only mildly interested.

       The two Andy Capps give a rousing cheer of encouragement.

                             ANDY CAPP
                 On yourself hen!

                             SANDRA
                 Let go!

                             BARMAN
                 Wee bit of decorum, ladies.

       Martine sits back, angry.  Sandra throws a cloth down on
       the wet table.

                             SANDRA
                 Clean up your own mess.  And behave
                 yourself.  Any more of that and
                 you're out.

       Sandra takes their glasses to the bar, bangs them down.

                             SANDRA
                      (to Barman)
                 Aye, you just stand there and do
                 nothing.

       The Barman shrugs and reads his newspaper.

       Martine slumps, petulant and angry.

                             GEORGE
                 Right, I'm off.

       George gets up but she grabs his hand.

                             GEORGE
                 Let go, will you?

                             MARTINE
                 Look, sorry, don't go, please.
                 Let's talk about this, eh?

                             GEORGE
                 What's to talk about?  Your brother
                 shoots people.  You start fights
                 in bars.  Nice family.

                             MARTINE
                 Will you shut up!

       She pulls George back down.

                             MARTINE
                 Look, I'm upset.  I mean, Christ,
                 you just told me my brother killed
                 someone.  Nothing can make what
                 Shug did right.  Nothing.

       Martine's suddenly hurt and vulnerable, tears in her eyes.
       She lets out a sob.  It gets George right in the heart.

                             MARTINE
                 I'm sorry, I really am.

       He pulls out a handkerchief, offers it.  She hesitates.

                             GEORGE
                 It's clean.

       She blows her nose, a wet rasp.  She offers it back to
       him.  He shakes his head, keep it.  They share a little
       smile.

       Sandra shakes her head, turns her back on them.

                             MARTINE
                 Sorry.

                             GEORGE
                 My mum still gives me them for
                 Christmas.  I've got dozens.

       She examines the hankie--

                             MARTINE
                 It's got your initial on it.  "G"
                 for Georgie.

                             GEORGE
                 George.

                             MARTINE
                 George.  Sorry.

                             GEORGE
                 Stop saying sorry.  You've done
                 nothing wrong.  Well, except try
                 to banjo me.

                             MARTINE
                 I said I was sorry!

       George closes his eyes.  Takes a deep breath.

                             GEORGE
                 I'll be back in a minute.

       He heads for the men's toilets.  Martine watches him.


       INT. TOILETS, JOLLY ROGER PUB - DAY

       George comes inside, throws open a stall door, flushes the
       toilet, and throws up, heaving for all he's worth.

       He leans against the wall, gasping.

       He wipes his mouth.  Catches his breath.

       He goes to a sink.  Runs water, washes his face.

       He stares at himself in the mirror.  He looks down at his
       hands.  They're shaking.

       He lurches back to the stall and throws up again.


       INT. JOLLY ROGER PUB - DAY

       George sits down beside Martine.

                             MARTINE
                 You all right?

                             GEORGE
                 Yeah.  Look.  I've got nothing
                 against you.

                             MARTINE
                 But.

                             GEORGE
                 Maybe, considering the
                 circumstances, we should, you know.

                             MARTINE
                 Avoid each other like the plague.

                             GEORGE
                 Yeah.

                             MARTINE
                 You think I followed you here.

                             GEORGE
                 Doesn't matter if you did.

                             MARTINE
                 I come in here all the time.  Just
                 ask them.

                             GEORGE
                 It doesn't matter.  We've got to
                 forget what happened.  Just totally
                 forget about it.  Okay?

       Martine takes a deep breath, exhales.

                             MARTINE
                 Okay.

       George gets up and exits.  She watches him go.


       EXT. JOLLY ROGER PUB - DAY

       George exits.  He takes another deep breath and hurries
       along the street, wanting to leave it all behind him.


       INT. JOLLY ROGER PUB - DAY

       Martine sees a phone lying on the floor.  She picks it up,
       realizes it's his.  She gets up and hurries to the exit.


       EXT. JOLLY ROGER PUB - DAY

       Martine steps outside.

       She looks up and down the street.

       No sign of George.



                                                      11/07
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