This is an excerpt from a completed screenplay.

     "Worst Of The Worst" - screenplay by Derek Paterson.

     FADE IN:

     EXT. STREET OUTSIDE NEWSPAPER SHOP - DAY

     A clapped-out hatchback pulls up, out climbs DEL GALWAY, age
     somewhere in the region of 30, physique somewhere in the
     region of fat bastard.  Del wears an anorac over a grubby
     pair of white trousers.  He enters the paper shop.


     INT. NEWSPAPER SHOP - DAY

     Del inspects the nudie magazines, taking a good look at all
     of them, opening the centerfolds.  He picks two and puts the
     rest back but doesn't bother to tidy them.

     Two 10-year-old boys enter, ANDY and DUGGIE.  Duggie picks
     some sweets and crisps.  As Del turns round he bumps Duggie
     and drops his magazines.

                           DEL
               Oy, watch it, melon head.

     Del picks up his magazines.  Duggie rubs his shoulder.

                           DUGGIE
               Fat bastard.

     Del casually slaps him in the kisser with the magazines.

                           DEL
               Oh dear, terribly sorry.

     Del heads for the counter.  Andy watches him, frowning.

     A WOMAN SHOPPER with a basket arrives at the counter at the
     same time as Del.

                           DEL
               Age before beauty, my darling.

     The Woman Shopper sees the magazines and gives Del a look.

                           DEL
               I see your daughter's made the
               centerfold again.  Lovely girl.

     The Woman Shopper tuts in disgust.  The GIRL SHOP ASSISTANT
     serves her next.

     Andy leans an elbow on the counter and insolently looks Del
     up and down.  Del becomes aware of this scrutiny.

                           DEL
               What are you looking at?

                           ANDY
               Nothing much.

     The Woman Shopper exits, it's Del's turn.  The Girl Shop
     Assistant scans Del's magazines without a word.  Del slaps
     down a tenner.

                           DEL
               I hope I won't find you in there.

     Del notices that Andy is still staring at him.

                           DEL
               Naff off you cheeky little bugger.

                           ANDY
               Take you any time, hard man.

     Del opens his anorac with a flourish, as if he's about to
     show Andy a gun or something.  What he shows is the yellow
     belt he wears around his beer gut.  The white trousers are
     from the crumpled karate uniform Del wears under his anorac.

                           DEL
               You need to watch that mouth of yours,
               sonny jim.  It's writing cheques
               your body can't cash.

                           ANDY
               Yellow belt's nothing.  Means you
               can bend over without farting.

     Del holds up his fist.

                           DEL
               See this?  Snap a plank of wood in
               half, this.

                           ANDY
               You couldn't snap knicker elastic
               you fat shite.

                           GIRL SHOP ASSISTANT
               Oy.  Take it outside, the pair of
               you.

     She hands Del his change and a carrier bag with the mags.

                           DEL
               I'll be thinking of you later.

                           GIRL SHOP ASSISTANT
               Piss off, Galway.  And take your
               smut with you.

     Del walks past Andy who deliberately trips him.

                           DEL
               Right.  You've had your warning.
               Outside.

     Del pushes Andy out the door.  The Girl Shop Assistant and
     Duggie stare in amazement.

                           DEL
               He asked for it.  You're both
               witnesses.


     EXT. SIDE ALLEY - DAY

     Shop bins and an open skip.  Del drops his carrier bag and
     shrugs off his anorac but keeps hold of it.  He faces Andy
     who folds his arms, unimpressed.

                           DEL
               You have insulted my yellow belt and
               you have insulted my dojo.

                           ANDY
               You don't have a real dojo.  You use
               the school gym.

                           DEL
               It's a certified dojo, and you, my
               little friend, are about to get your
               arse kicked.

     Andy executes a series of karate punches and kicks on the
     spot, showing off.

                           ANDY
               Come on then!  Iron Fist Ninja Dojo
               challenges Fat Wanker Dojo!

     Del throws his anorac at Andy who tries to dodge, but Del
     jumps forward and grabs him in a bear hug.

                           ANDY
               Gerroff you big poof!

     Del picks Andy up and with a superhuman effort heaves him
     into the skip, keeping hold of his anorac.  Andy completely
     disappears.

     Del doubles over to catch his breath.  Yelling and banging
     noises come from inside the skip.  Del peeks over the edge.
     It's filthy in there, Andy's swimming in some kind of
     disgusting brown goo.

                           ANDY
               Fat bastard!

     Del realizes his mistake and offers Andy a hand.  Andy climbs
     out, he's covered in muck and nearly in tears.

                           DEL
               Just remember.  I could have killed
               you with my bare hands.  I chose not
               to.  There's no honour, see?  There's
               got to be honour between a student
               of the martial arts, and his opponent.
               And that, my friend, is closure.

     Del shrugs on his anorac, picks up his carrier bag, and
     swaggers back to his car, passing the Girl Shop Assistant
     and Duggie who were watching from the street.  They're both
     gobsmacked.


     INT. SCHOOL GYM - DAY

     A dozen or so KARATE STUDENTS warm up, they're all ages,
     from young teens to pensioners.  They windmill their arms,
     stretch their waists, and do some kid-on spazzy sparring.

     Del enters (without anorac) and nods, which is as close as
     he ever comes to bowing.  He sees his mate SAMMY, 20s, a
     good-looking Indian lad whose uniform is dazzlingly white.
     Sammy wears a purple belt, his practice moves are sharp.

                           DEL
               Is Rambo not here yet?

                           SAMMY
               He might be.  We just can't see him.
               He is one with the jungle.

     A 70s Woman throws feeble punches at a smirking Teenage Boy
     who retreats before her flying fists of fury.

                           DEL
               Kick her in the colostomy bag,
               Michael.

     The 70s Woman glares at Del over her shoulder.

                           SAMMY
               Dorothy's well fit.  Bet she gives
               her old man bendy toy sex on
               Saturdays.

                           DEL
               Lasts for hours, their wrinkles glue
               them together like Velcro.  I see
               your mum's taking pride in your
               appearance.  You're like an ad for
               biological washing powder.

                           SAMMY
               She splashed some on my arm and my
               skin turned white.  Bloody scary.

                           DEL
               Think of the shame you'd bring to
               your family if you became white.
               You'd be an outcast.  Caught between
               two cultures, belonging to neither.

                           SAMMY
               As long as my dick doesn't shrink to
               the size of a white man's, I'll be
               all right.

                           DEL
               We going for a pint or two after
               this?

                           SAMMY
               I'll give that idea the serious
               consideration it deserves.  Ey up,
               it's Rambo.

     FRANK REYNARD has entered the gym.  A fanatic athlete with a
     head like a polished artillery shell.  His uniform is
     immaculate, his black belt tied precisely.  He stands to
     rigid attention and bows to the gym, which is now a dojo.

     The students bow to Frank.  Frank strides to the front of
     the class.  The students line up.

                           FRANK
               Galway.  Front and center.

     Del and Sammy glance at each other.  Del trots forward.

                           FRANK
               Stand at attention.

     Del does.  Frank circles Del, spooking him.

                           FRANK
               Heard you got into a big fight on
               the way here.  Proud of yourself,
               are you?  Beating up some kid?

                           DEL
               I never touched him.  I just taught
               the gobby little shite a lesson.
               How did you know?

                           FRANK
               That's my niece works in the paper
               shop.  What was it you said to her?
               "I'll be thinking of you later."
               What did you mean by that, exactly?

                           DEL
               I was just being friendly.  She's a
               lovely girl.

                           FRANK
               You know what you are, Galway?

                           DEL
               Unreasonably gifted?

                           FRANK
               You're a loser who thinks 'cause he
               somehow wanked his way through a
               couple of gradings, he deserves to
               wear this uniform... and a belt that
               looks as if it was tied by a monkey
               on crystal meth.

                           DEL
               I trained hard for this yellow belt.
               I earned it.

                           FRANK
               Trained hard?  Why?  So you could
               wipe the floor with some kid?

                           DEL
               Frank, you've got the wrong end of
               the stick.  He was dissing me.  He
               was dissing this dojo.  You know
               what those Iron Fist Ninja Dojo
               wankers are like.  They think they're
               better than us.

                           FRANK
               You will address me as sensei, not
               Frank.

                           DEL
               Yes Ffffffsensei.

                           FRANK
               You will now demonstrate, to the
               class, the sparring techniques you
               used to defeat a frightened kid half
               your size.  I'll be your sparring
               partner.

                           DEL
               He said this isn't a proper dojo.
               His insults were intolerable.

                           FRANK
               Oh well, that makes it all right
               then, doesn't it?  Class will stand
               to attention and observe.

     The students stand to attention.  Frank indicates Del should
     move so they're facing each other, side-on to the students.

                           DEL
               He said you're an ugly bastard.
               Couldn't fight your way out of a
               paper bag.

                           FRANK
               Did he, now?

     Frank bows to Del.  Del sighs, no choice.  He nods to Frank.

     Frank's first punch snaps Del's head back, Del windmills his
     arms, staggers back, lands on his arse.

     Sammy winces and looks away.  The 70s Woman grins.


     INT. LOCKER ROOM / SHOWER ROOM - DAY

     Del sits on a bench looking miserable and bruised.  He holds
     a wet cloth to his bloody nose.  Sammy enters and strips off
     his uniform.

                           SAMMY
               You had him on the run for a second
               there.  I saw fear in his eyes.

                           DEL
               Naff off.  What kind of instructor
               beats up one of his own students?  I
               could have him in a court of law if
               I wanted.

                           SAMMY
               Good luck with that.  Frank's a
               copper, his brothers are coppers,
               their dad's a copper, they shag other
               coppers...

                           DEL
               Yeah yeah, I get it.

                           SAMMY
               It's a whole big copper thing, just
               like the Masons.  No, wait, they are
               the Masons.  You mess with the Masons,
               they'll bury you alive in a stone
               tomb.  They've got the tools and
               everything.

                           DEL
               Give me a bit of sympathy here, will
               you?  You're supposed to be my mate.

     Sammy chucks his jock strap at Del.  Naked, Sammy runs into
     the showers.  Del sniffs at the jock strap.

                           DEL
               Your jock strap smells like a dog's
               bollocks!

     --Just as the other male students come in.  They try not to
     laugh but it's impossible.

                           DEL
               You lot can naff off too.


     INT. LOCKER ROOM / SHOWER ROOM - DAY

     Later.  Everyone's gone except Del and Sammy.  Sammy finishes
     dressing in street clothes.  Del still wears his uniform,
     he's taken off his yellow belt and cracks it like an imaginary
     whip.

                           DEL
               Take that, bitch.  Oh, want some
               more, do you?  Beg me for it.

                           SAMMY
               Why don't you wear clothes and change
               into your uniform here?

                           DEL
               They're all in the wash.  And for
               your information it's a "gi" not a
               uniform.

                           SAMMY
               Thank you Chuck Norris.

     Frank enters.  He nods to Sammy, glares at Del.

                           DEL
               Frank, it was all a terrible
               misunderstanding.

     Frank ignores him, takes off his belt and uniform.

                           FRANK
               I've got that application form for
               the area competition.  Needs to be
               in by this Friday latest.

                           DEL
               You want me to fight in the area
               competition?  Really?

     Frank takes a form from his locker and gives it to Sammy.

                           FRANK
               Zip that four-lane tunnel you call a
               mouth, Galway.
                    (to Sammy)
               You've got what it takes, Sammy.
               You can make the areas no problem.
               After that, the regionals.

                           SAMMY
               You're kidding.

                           FRANK
               Anyone can deliver take aways, Sammy.
               Not everyone gets a crack at the
               regionals.  Del?

                           DEL
               Yeah?

                           FRANK
               Maybe you can sub for Sammy.

                           DEL
               You mean be his backup if he gets
               injured?

                           FRANK
               I mean deliver take aways while he's
               training, you git.
                    (to Sammy)
               Think it over, Sammy.  Fill out that
               form if you're interested in being a
               hero.

                           SAMMY
               Okay.

                           DEL
               If he says no can I go instead?

                           FRANK
               In your dreams.

     Frank is naked now, fit and muscular.  Del looks him over
     with admiration.

                           DEL
               Frank, you've got a body like a Greek
               god.  I'd give anything to be you.

                           FRANK
               Naff off Galway, and stop looking at
               my arse.

     Frank goes into the showers leaving his uniform folded on a
     bench, the black belt sitting on top.

                           SAMMY
               I need a drink, back in a sec.

     Sammy exits leaving Del alone.


     INT. WATER FOUNTAIN CORRIDOR - DAY

     Sammy bends over a water fountain and takes a drink just as
     PETULA marches by.  She isn't your classic beauty but give
     her time, she'll grow on you.


     INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE LOCKER ROOM - DAY

     Petula looks around, sees the MALE CHANGING ROOM sign.


     INT. WATER FOUNTAIN CORRIDOR - DAY

     Sammy turns and finds himself staring up at BIG TOMMY, built
     like a brick shithouse, cold-eyed, expressionless.

                           SAMMY
               Can I help you?

     Big Tommy just stares at Sammy.  The corridor suddenly seems
     lonely and dangerous.  Big Tommy turns and walks away without
     a word, leaving Sammy feeling unsettled.


     INT. LOCKER ROOM / SHOWER ROOM - DAY

     Del looks up as Petula opens the door and looks inside.

                           DEL
               Ladies is the other side, love.

                           PETULA
               I'm looking for someone.

                           DEL
               Who's the lucky bloke?

                           PETULA
               Some bastard called Galway.

     She says it as if she suspects Del might be the bastard she's
     looking for.  Del picks up Frank's black belt and flips it
     casually over his shoulder as if it's his.

                           DEL
               Galway...  Oh, you mean Del Galway?
               He's gone.  Home.

                           PETULA
               You know he goes around beating up
               ten-year-old kids?

                           DEL
               I heard all about it.  Some little
               bugger gave him lip.

                           PETULA
               The bastard dumped my brother in a
               skip, he came home covered from head
               to foot in stinking shite.

                           DEL
               That's exactly why I banned him.  We
               don't hold with grown men picking on
               kids, even if they are little
               gobshites.  Del Galway brought
               disrespect to our dojo.  He's out.
               Permanently.

                           PETULA
               Oh.  Well.  That's good.  Because
               he's a wanker.

                           DEL
               Total wanker.  I'm Frank by the way.
               Frank... Reynard.

     Del offers his hand.  Petula hesitates, unsure.  Then she
     takes it.

                           PETULA
               Petula.

     Del holds her hand and stares at her for long seconds.
     Finally Petula pulls her hand free.

                           PETULA
               Well, if that wanker Galway's not
               here...

                           DEL
               It was nice.  Meeting you.

                           PETULA
               Frank.  You're the instructor here,
               aren't you?

                           DEL
               I am.  I'm the instructor.  The
               sensei.  Of the dojo.  Frank Reynard.
               Foxy Frank they call me.  Reynard,
               it's French.  For fox.

                           PETULA
               What happened to your face?

                           DEL
               It's self-inficted.  I spar with
               heavy equipment.  The great martial
               arts philosopher Bruce Lee once said,
               "A piece of wood doesn't hit back."
               Except mine does.  I hit it, and it
               hits me.  I'm training my body to
               accept pain.

                           PETULA
               So... how's that working out?

                           DEL
               Very good actually.  I don't feel
               any of this.

     Sammy enters and looks from Del to Petula, curious.

                           PETULA
               Right, I'll... cheerio.

     Sammy holds the door open for Petula, she exits.

                           SAMMY
               Who's that?

                           DEL
               She says she's Petula.

                           SAMMY
               She looks peculiar to me.  I bet
               she's got a knife tucked down her
               pants.

                           DEL
               That just means she's prepared... to
               eat fruit.

                           SAMMY
               She dinged your bell, didn't she?
               Bit of rough.  Hasn't washed her
               minge in days.  Throw you on the
               floor and sit on your face.  Just
               your type.

                           DEL
               She came nowhere near my bell.  Or
               my face.  And please don't talk so
               crudely about a lady's private bits,
               I'm easily offended.

     Frank comes out of the showers.  Del quickly puts Frank's
     black belt back on his folded uniform.

                           DEL
               Just keeping it dry for you, boss.

                           FRANK
               Naff off.

                           DEL
               Naffing off, boss.

     Del puts on his anorac and exits with Sammy.


     INT. CROWDED PUB - NIGHT

     Del and Sammy drink pints of lager at the bar, Del's well
     oiled, Sammy's not far behind.  Del spies a PEROXIDE BLONDE
     sitting further along the bar, apparently alone.  She looks
     good from a distance.  Del points her out to Sammy.

                           DEL
               Look at the arse on that.

                           SAMMY
               I bet it's rubbed against a few walls
               in its time.

                           DEL
               Do you dare me?

                           SAMMY
               Do I dare you what?  No, no, no.
               She'd eat you for breakfast.

                           DEL
               That's the idea.  After she eats me
               for supper, and has a couple of
               midnight snacks.  Then breakfast.
               Do you know a man's essence is filled
               with vitamins?

                           SAMMY
               Don't put me off my pint.

                           DEL
               It's good for the complexion.  Makes
               a woman's skin glow.  You can tell
               them that like it.  Her for instance.
               It's written over her forehead.

                           SAMMY
               What, "I Want Del's Sperm"?

                           DEL
               Yeah.  Underneath it's got, "Gallons
               of it."

                           SAMMY
               You'd need to nail a plank to your
               arse in case you fell in.
               Thunderbirds would have to get you
               back out.

                           DEL
               Wish me luck.

                           SAMMY
               I'll give you three days.  Then I'm
               calling International Rescue.

     Del shuffles along the bar, making a casual approach to the
     Blonde.  In DelVision (tm) she looks fantastic.  In real
     vision she's old enough to be his great-aunt, and she's known
     lots of sailors.

                           DEL
               Hello gorgeous.  Have I seen you in
               here before?

                           BLONDE
               I stop by sometimes.

                           DEL
               I come here too, if you know what I
               mean.

                           BLONDE
               I like a man with an anorac.  You
               don't see many nowadays.

                           DEL
               I'll keep it on if you like.

                           BLONDE
               Oh dear, my glass seems to be empty.

                           DEL
               That's the last time you'll say that
               tonight.

     Del waves to attract the BARMAID's attention, she's a stunner,
     but in DelVision she's so blurred he can't tell.

                           DEL
               Get your lazy arse over here and
               give this lady a drink.  What'll you
               have, love?

                           BLONDE
               Double vodka and tonic, lots of ice.

                           DEL
               Slow down, say that again, you lost
               me.  Ice.

                           BARMAID
               Dee vee and tee, got it.  What about
               you, Romeo?  And if you say "arse"
               again I'll bar you.

                           DEL
               I'll have a pint of curry.  And you
               can take it out of this, my good
               woman.

     Del scoops piles of change out of his anorac pockets,
     littering the counter with coins, some spill onto the floor,
     everyone in the bar turns and looks.

     The embarrased Blonde sneaks off her stool and loses herself
     in the crowd.  Del looks round, realizes she's gone.

                           DEL
               Bugger it, give us two pints of lager
               instead.

     The Barmaid goes to get the drinks, Sammy approaches and
     pats Del consolingly on the shoulder.

                           SAMMY
               Bad luck mate, never mind.

     Del puts his head down on the counter and weeps.

                           DEL
               Oh God.  She could have been the
               one.  And I missed my chance.  Where
               am I going to find another woman
               like her?

                           SAMMY
               We could go home through the cemetery
               if you like.

                           DEL
               Sometimes I think I'm doomed to spend
               my life alone.

                           SAMMY
               No, listen, they do wonderful things
               with dolls these days.  The faces
               look dead realistic.  I know a bloke,
               he fills his up with hot water.
               Says she keeps him warm as toast all
               night.

     The Barmaid brings two pints, Del jerks upright with a couple
     of coins stuck to his face, his woes forgotten.

                           DEL
               Cheers Sammy.

                           SAMMY
               Cheers Del.

     The Barmaid glares at Del as she picks up enough change to
     pay for the drinks.

     Del peels a coin off his face and slides it across.

                           DEL
               This is for you love.  Buy yourself
               a dry pair of knickers.

     The Barmaid goes the cash register and rings it up.

                           SAMMY
               What about her?

                           DEL
               Jesus Sammy, I've got my pride you
               know.

                           SAMMY
               Sorry I asked.


     EXT. STREET OUTSIDE PUB - NIGHT

     Del and Sammy stagger out, four sheets to the wind.  Arms
     around each other's shoulders they wander along the street.

                           DEL
               Her back there... Blondie... she
               didn't understand me.  That was the
               problem.

                           SAMMY
               How could she?  You're a complicated
               man.

                           DEL
               She didn't even say goodbye.  The
               slag.

                           SAMMY
               Maybe she couldn't find the words.

                           DEL
               How hard is it to say goodbye?  Good.
               Bye.  String them together.

                           SAMMY
               Never mind.  Her crap taste in men
               is my good fortune.

                           DEL
               Thank you Sammy, it's kind of you to
               say so.  I'm filling up here, I am.
               We must go now to the temple of curry,
               and there we must worship.

                           SAMMY
               Ugh.  If I eat another curry I'll
               throw up.

                           DEL
               It's hard to believe.  You're Indian,
               from the country of the Indians, but
               you fail to understand the metaffff...
               the metaphysical relationship between
               curry and lager.  It's like, it's
               like tuna and mayonnaise.  You ever
               eaten a whole jar of mayonnaise,
               just on its own, with a spoon?

                           SAMMY
               What mad bastard would eat a jar of
               mayo?

                           DEL
               I was young.  I was wild.  I was
               hungry.  I've never been so sick in
               my life.  But, here's the thing.
               You mix mayonnaise with tuna...
               correct proportions, mind, not too
               thick, not too thin... and put it on
               stale white bread... you have
               sandwiches to die for.  Why is that?
               Why do some things just go together?
               It's one of life's mysteries.  Me,
               I'm a can of tuna.  Sitting on the
               shelf in some shop, waiting for a
               jar of mayonnaise to come along.

                           SAMMY
               You're more like ten pints of lager
               waiting for a curry.

                           DEL
               Thank you.  I knew there was a point
               to this.

                           SAMMY
               Know what I fancy?  Pie and chips
               with lashings of brown sauce.

                           DEL
               Then that is what you shall have.
               Tonight we eat like kings.

     They come across a TEEN GIRL hopelessly pulling at her
     BOYFRIEND who sits with his back against a wall and his head
     bowed, the victim of a serious drinking binge.  The Teen
     Girl notices Del's white trousers.

                           TEEN GIRL
               Are you a doctor?

                           DEL
               I could have been.

                           TEEN GIRL
               Can you help me get him up?

     Del kicks the Boyfriend's leg.

                           DEL
               Get up you drunk bastard.

     The Boyfriend stirs.  Between the three of them they heave
     him to his feet.

                           TEEN GIRL
               You're wonderful, you know that?

                           DEL
               I'm a can of tuna.  It's my job.

     Del and Sammy stagger one way, the Teen Girl and her Boyfriend
     stagger the other way.


     EXT. STREET OUTSIDE CHIP SHOP - NIGHT

     Del and Sammy arrive.  There's a handful of customers inside.

                           DEL
               Don't forget the brown sauce.

                           SAMMY
               Lashings of it.

                           DEL
               Right.  I'll see you round the corner.

                           SAMMY
               Aren't you going to wait for me?

                           DEL
               To be perfectly honest, I need to
               take a piss.

                           SAMMY
               You're shy.  It's 'cause you've only
               got a little one, isn't it?

     Sammy wiggles his pinky.

                           DEL
               No, it's 'cause I don't want to piss
               over your legs.

                           SAMMY
               You're always thinking of me.  That's
               what makes you a good mate.

     Sammy heads into the chip shop.  Del staggers off.


     EXT. DARK ALLEY - NIGHT

     Del undoes his trouser string, gets out Little Del and pisses
     against the wall.  He closes his eyes and sighs with relief
     as steam rises around him.


     EXT. CHIP SHOP ENTRANCE - NIGHT

     Sammy steps aside to allow THREE CUSTOMERS to exit.  There's
     slight body contact, hardly worth mentioning.

                           SAMMY
               Sorry mate.

     If Sammy was to look up he'd see Big Tommy sneering down at
     him but he's too pissed.


     EXT. DARK ALLEY - NIGHT

     SHOUTING and CURSING snaps Del out of his trance.  He fumbles
     to tie his trousers as he stumbles out of the alley.


     EXT. STREET OUTSIDE CHIP SHOP - NIGHT

     Three yobs are kicking the shit out of Sammy who lies on the
     ground curled up, trying to protect himself.  Big Tommy's
     one of them but his back's to Del.

     Del sees what's happening and stops dead.  Torn between
     helping his mate and doing a runner.

     The yobs run off, laughing.  Sammy isn't moving.


     INT. HOSPITAL WAITING AREA - NIGHT

     Del sits with his head in his hands, worried out of his mind.
     A NURSE arrives.

                           NURSE
               Are you with Samir Rashat?

                           DEL
               Yeah.  He's my twin brother.

                           NURSE
               Doctor says you can see him now.


     INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

     Sammy lies in bed, bandages round his hands, a cotton pad
     taped over one eye.  His other eye is closed as if he's
     asleep.  Del freezes in the doorway.  He takes a deep breath.
     He turns away to leave, but Sammy's eye opens.

                           SAMMY
               Del?

                           DEL
               I'm here Sammy.

     Del pulls up a chair and sits.  He's gutted by the state
     Sammy's in.

                           SAMMY
               Tell my mum not to worry.

                           DEL
               Okay.

                           SAMMY
               Did you get your curry?

                           DEL
               No I bloody well didn't, you slag.

                           SAMMY
               Sorry mate.

                           DEL
               That's one you owe me.

                           SAMMY
               It was surreal.  I was trying to
               block them but... everything was in
               slow motion.  They just kept kicking
               me.  I'm gonna go to sleep now.

                           DEL
               I'll drop by tomorrow.

                           SAMMY
               Okay.  See ya.  Wouldn't want to be
               ya.

     Sammy closes his eye and goes to sleep.  Del sits watching
     him.  He looks away and wipes his eyes with his anorac sleeve.


     EXT. INDIAN RESTAURANT & TAKE AWAY - DAY

     Sandwiched between a laundromat and an Oxfam shop.


     INT. INDIAN RESTAURANT - DAY

     The door chime dings as Del enters, it's too early for
     customers, SAMMY'S MOTHER is vacuuming the carpet.  She
     doesn't stop, Del has to shout above the noise.

                           DEL
               How do Mrs. Rashat, how's our boy?

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               He looks like shit.

                           DEL
               Okay if I go up and see him?

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               I suppose if you must.  See if you
               can make him eat something.

                           DEL
               I'll try, but you know how fussy he
               is.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               That's because he hangs around with
               bad influences like you.

                           DEL
               Yes, yes he does, for which I cannot
               apologize enough.

     Del goes through the back and upstairs.


     INT. SAMMY'S BEDROOM - DAY

     Sammy's sitting up in bed, looking better, wearing an eye
     patch, no bandages on his hands.  Del opens the door and
     sticks his head in.

                           DEL
               Stop wanking immediately.

                           SAMMY
               Del, you've got to get me out of
               here, she's driving me barmy.  She's
               up every five minutes trying to get
               me to mainline on curry powder.

                           DEL
               Your saviour has arrived.

     Del takes a packet of chicken mayo sandwiches from his anorac
     pocket and tosses it to Sammy, who tries to catch it but
     fumbles.

                           DEL
               Sorry.  How's the hands?

                           SAMMY
               Not bad.  Knuckles are bruised, that's
               all.  Do us a favour will you?

     Sammy offers the sandwich packet to Del.  Del sits on the
     bed, tears the packet open and gives Sammy a sandwich.  Sammy
     eats with gusto.

                           SAMMY
               Thanks mate.

     Del tries to hide how much this affects him.  He takes a
     folded nudie magazine from inside his anorac.

                           DEL
               Thought you might need this.

     Sammy gives him a wary look.

                           DEL
               It's clean.  I haven't used it.
               They're all virgins.

                           SAMMY
               Great.

     Sammy slips the magazine under the sheets.

                           DEL
               I looked for one with Indian virgins
               but I couldn't find any.

                           SAMMY
               Neither can my mum, thank God.  Though
               it's not for want of trying.  So
               how's it going?

                           DEL
               Can't complain.

                           SAMMY
               What are you up to?

                           DEL
               This and that.

                           SAMMY
               Sitting on your fat arse all day
               watching telly.

                           DEL
               I'm sorry, don't you like your
               sandwiches?

                           SAMMY
               They're delicious.  Wonderful.  Got
               anything to drink?

     Del produces an orange juice pouch and sticks the sharp
     plastic straw into it.  He gives it to Sammy who takes a
     long suck.

                           SAMMY
               I love you, in a fully-clothed manly
               man way.

                           DEL
               I should think so too. Your mum was
               almost nice to me, what's that all
               about?

                           SAMMY
               I said you'd help with the home
               deliveries till I'm feeling better.

                           DEL
               What's in it for me?

                           SAMMY
               She knows you like a curry.  She's
               prepared to offer you our famous
               "all you can eat" deal.

                           DEL
               Whoa!  When "all you can eat" goes
               head to head with Del "fat bastard"
               Galway, only one can survive.

                           SAMMY
               I warned her it could make a dent in
               the profits.  She said she'd risk
               it.  You up for it then?

     Del steers an imaginary steering wheel.

                           DEL
               Do I get to drive the van, mister?


     INT. DELIVERY VAN (MOVING) - CITY STREETS - NIGHT

     Del drives to stirring Robocop-like music.


     EXT. FRONT DOOR - HOUSE - NIGHT

     Del knocks on the door, a MAN comes out, he carefully counts
     coins into Del's hand.  The Man goes inside with his take
     away and slams the door.

                           DEL
               No tip, then?


     EXT. FLATS SECURITY ENTRANCE - NIGHT

     Del leans down to talk into an intercom.

                           DEL
               Your delicious curry is here.

     The door buzzer sounds, Del enters.


     EXT. FRONT DOOR - HOUSE #2 - NIGHT

     Del rings the doorbell.  A huge dog BARKS inside.

                           MAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
               Get back, Satan!  Get back!  Bloody
               bastard dog!

     The BARKING becomes louder as the letter box opens and fingers
     come through offering money.

                           MAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
               Just leave the bags on the door
               handle, son!  Keep the change!

                           DEL
               Right you are mate!

     Del takes the money, hooks the bags over the handle, and
     runs for it.


     EXT. INDIAN RESTAURANT & TAKE AWAY - DAY

     The delivery van pulls up.


     INT. INDIAN TAKE AWAY - DAY

     Del lifts a big plastic cool box onto the counter.

                           DEL
               That's me back, Mrs. Rashat.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               Did you enjoy your nap?

     Del hands her a wad of notes and a bag of change.

                           DEL
               To be fair, Mrs. Rashat, six
               deliveries in thirty minutes is fair
               do's.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               Samir would have done twice as many
               in half the time.

                           DEL
               He's a son to be proud of and no
               mistake.

     Del watches as she fills the cool box with numbered styrofoam
     containers and tubs, then lifts a dozen carrier bags with
     pita bread and crackers and stuff, all numbered, onto the
     counter.

                           DEL
               How many is that?!

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               I'll give you a clue, this one says
               "fifteen."

     She gives Del a sheet of paper.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               Here's the addresses.  Don't get
               them mixed up, and don't get lost.

                           DEL
               I'll try not to.  No guarantees.
               All those streets join up and go
               round and round.  Bloody hell, not a
               tower block.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               Use the lift.

                           DEL
               People pee in those things you know.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               Don't use the lift then.  You could
               do with the exercise.

                           DEL
               Thank you.

     She holds the door open, Del exits laden like a packhorse.


     EXT. TOWER BLOCK - NIGHT

     The delivery van pulls up at the entrance.


     INT. TOWER BLOCK ENTRANCE AND LIFTS - NIGHT

     Del enters with a take away bag.  He sees a hand-written
     sign taped to the lift door, "LIFT OUT OF ORDER"

     Del rolls his eyes and groans.  He heads for the stairs.


     INT. TOWER BLOCK - STAIRWAY - NIGHT

     Del staggers upstairs, sweating and gasping for breath.


     INT. TOWER BLOCK LANDING / HALLWAY - NIGHT

     Del leans on the rail, catching his breath.  He opens the
     landing door.  A WOMAN with her young BOY are just leaving
     their flat.

                           DEL
               Is this the seventh floor?

                           WOMAN IN FLATS
               Fifth.

                           DEL
               Thanks.

     Del struggles up the next flight of stairs.  The Woman and
     Boy watch, fascinated.

                           WOMAN IN FLATS
               Did you stick that bloody sign on
               the lift doors again?

                           BOY IN FLATS
               Yeah.

     She smacks his head.  They walk to the lift door.  She presses
     the down arrow.  DING, the door slides open, the lift is
     working OK.


     INT. TOWER BLOCK - HALLWAY - NIGHT

     Del leans against the wall, trying to get his breath back.
     He knocks on a door.  A gorgeous woman, NATASHA, 40s, wearing
     a silk gown and made up like a dish of fish, answers.  Del
     straightens, trying to impress.

                           DEL
               Well... hello there.  Somebody order
               a curry then?

                           NATASHA
               Where's Sammy?

                           DEL
               Enjoying a long ocean voyage.

                           NATASHA
               Oh.  I didn't know Sammy liked
               cruises.

                           DEL
               It's his Viking blood, it calls to
               him from across the sea.

                           NATASHA
               So you're doing his deliveries.

                           DEL
               Just till he sails back to port.

                           NATASHA
               Well, thanks very much.

     She takes the bag from Del and goes to close the door.

                           DEL
               Excuse me.  I realize it's rude to
               speak of such lowly matters as money,
               but that's fourteen-thirty, s'il
               vous plait.

                           NATASHA
               Sorry?

                           DEL
               As in fourteen pounds and thirty
               pence.  Including delivery.

                           NATASHA
               Well here's the thing...

     She looks up and down the hallway as if afraid someone might
     hear.

                           NATASHA
               Sammy and me, we have sort of an
               arrangement, you could say.

                           DEL
               Do go on.

                           NATASHA
               It's a personal arrangement.  If you
               see what I mean.

                           DEL
               I'm beginning to.

                           NATASHA
               I don't usually order on Tuesdays.
               But me old man's caught a double
               shift.  And I thought Sammy might...
               you know...

                           DEL
               That crafty beggar.  He never said a
               word.

                           NATASHA
               Sammy knows how to keep a secret.
               I'm hoping you do, too.

                           DEL
               My lips are sealed.

                           NATASHA
               Just between the two of us then.

                           DEL
               Absolutely.

                           NATASHA
               It gets lonely up here, you know.
               When I'm all on my own.

                           DEL
               Funny that, isn't it?  We live in a
               city filled with a seething mass of
               humanity, yet inevitably we become
               isolated and lonely, each of us in
               our own little castle.

                           NATASHA
               You understand.

                           DEL
               Yes, yes I do.  More than you might
               think.

                           NATASHA
               I don't want to appear forward or
               anything.

     Her gown slides open, she reveals a gleaming shapely leg.

                           DEL
               I see you wax regularly.

                           NATASHA
               Maybe you'd like to come in and share
               my curry with me?

                           DEL
               Nothing I'd like better, love.
               There's just the little problem of
               Sammy's mum bending me over and
               pulling fourteen pounds thirty out
               of my arsehole.  I go back there and
               the cash doesn't tally, it's more
               than my life's worth.

     She pulls her gown shut.

                           NATASHA
               Oh.  Well.  If that's how you feel.
               Wait here, I'll get my purse.

     She goes inside leaving the door open.  Del looks to the
     heavens and groans.


     INT. DELIVERY VAN (MOVING) - CITY STREETS - NIGHT

     Del drives while glancing at the address list and looking at
     street signs.


     EXT. TERRACE STREET - NIGHT

     The delivery van pulls in.  Del climbs out with two bags.


     EXT. FRONT DOOR - TERRACE HOUSE - NIGHT

     Del knocks on the door.  The hall light comes on inside.
     Andy, the kid Del dumped in the skip, opens the door.

     Quick as a flash Del lifts the carrier bags to hide his face,
     and puts on a voice.

                           DEL
               Take away, that's nineteen-ninety.

     Andy takes the bags without looking, turns and shouts into
     the house.

                           ANDY
               Petula!  Money for the take away!

                           PETULA (O.S.)
               It's on the hall table!

     Andy goes to the table, picks up two tenners, hands them to
     Del who hides his face in shadow.

                           ANDY
               Nineteen-ninety, here's twenty quid,
               you can keep the change.

     Andy closes the door.

     Del can't believe it, he lets out a huge sigh of relief.


     INT. TERRACE HOUSE HALLWAY - NIGHT

     Andy walks away from the front door.  He stops in mid-step
     and goes wide-eyed as realization hits him.  IT'S HIM!


     EXT. TERRACE STREET - DELIVERY VAN - NIGHT

     Del scrambles into the driver's seat and floors it, zooming
     away in a cloud of exhaust fumes.


     EXT. FRONT DOOR - TERRACE HOUSE - NIGHT

     Andy and Petula lean out and look up and down the street.

                           PETULA
               Bollocks, you're having me on.

                           ANDY
               I'm telling you it was him!

                           PETULA'S DAD (O.S.)
               Where's my bloody vindaloo?  I'm
               starving here!

                           PETULA
               Coming, dad!

     Petula goes inside.  Andy frowns and shuts the door.


     EXT. INDIAN RESTAURANT & TAKE AWAY - NIGHT

     The delivery van sits outside.


     INT. INDIAN TAKE AWAY - NIGHT

     Del enters.

                           DEL
               I'm back Mrs. Rashat.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               Oh my prayers have been answered.

     Del hands her the cash and the empty cool box.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               People must know you're doing the
               deliveries, they've stopped calling.

                           DEL
               That's a bit unfair.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               It gets like that sometimes.  The
               lull before the monsoon.  Then the
               phone rings and we're swamped.  Take
               it easy while you can.

                           DEL
               Okay if I go up and talk to Sammy?

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               Yeah why not.  But don't bother him
               if he's tired.  What's that in your
               coat pocket?

                           DEL
               Sandwich, in case I get hungry.
               Don't want to eat the take aways, do
               I?

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               Very sensible.  Last thing you'd
               ever do.


     INT. SAMMY'S BEDROOM - DAY

     Sammy's sitting up in bed watching T.V.  Del knocks the door
     and looks in.

                           DEL
               How's the invalid?

                           SAMMY
               I'm okay.  Bit hungry.

     Del takes out his "sandwich" -- a thick bundle wrapped in
     paper.  Sammy grins and unwraps it, it's a fish supper.  He
     gets tucked in.

                           SAMMY
               Marry me, Del.  Have my babies.

                           DEL
               I shudder to think what they'd look
               like.  What's that Star Trek episode,
               the aliens are white on one side of
               their face and black on the other?

                           SAMMY
               Yeah I remember that, whoever was
               white on the left side was the
               dominatrix.  The other one was his
               bitch.  I've got the digitally
               remastered DVD, you can't see their
               girdles any more.

                           DEL
               Blasphemy.

                           SAMMY
               I wanted to be the first Indian crew
               member, but they brought in that
               bald bird.

                           DEL
               Her with the mental orgasms.  She
               gave the crew their daily screw upon
               the kitchen table.

                           SAMMY
               I would have ended up a red shirt
               anyway.  Ten seconds in front of the
               camera before some alien ripped me
               up for arse paper.  You know, I've
               had some fish suppers in my time but
               this one wins prizes.

                           DEL
               I kept it warm on the way here by
               farting like a wind tunnel.

                           SAMMY
               Now that you mention it, I am tasting
               cheese and onion.  Brilliant.

                           DEL
               So who's this bit of crumpet on the
               seventh floor of Gladstone Towers?

     Sammy coughs and splutters.  Del takes a beer can from his
     pocket and pulls the ring, gives it to Sammy who drinks
     gratefully.

                           SAMMY
               Bastard.  Trying to kill me.

                           DEL
               I just asked a simple question.
               Seemed like a nice girl.  Very
               disappointed when she opened the
               door and saw me standing there.

                           SAMMY
               She doesn't order on Tuesdays.

                           DEL
               Said something about her old man
               pulling a double shift.

                           SAMMY
               Buggeration.

                           DEL
               Never mind, she's got a curry to
               keep her warm.  And don't worry, I'm
               saying nowt.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
                    (entering)
               Saying nowt about what?  Samir, what
               are you eating?

                           SAMMY
               Del offered me a chip, that's all.

     Sammy passes the fish supper back to Del.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               Fish and chips!  I'll never get that
               stink out of the house!

                           DEL
               Sorry Mrs. Rashat.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               So you should be.  You'll be happy
               to know the takings add up.

                           DEL
               You know, I thought about doing a
               runner and living the high life in
               Spain.  But only for a moment.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               I would hunt you down like a dog.

                           DEL
               No more than I'd deserve.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               If that's beer you're drinking I'm
               going to be very disappointed.

                           DEL
               Non-alcoholic, Mrs. Rashat.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
               Open the window, I don't want that
               fish smell clinging to the curtains.

     She exits.  Del rolls his eyes and pretends to faint.

                           SAMMY
               She gone?

     Del listens at the door.

                           DEL
               Yeah.

     Sammy grabs the fish supper and eats.

                           DEL
               How long's it been going on for?

                           SAMMY
               A while.

                           DEL
               Were you planning on telling me?

                           SAMMY
               I wanted to.  One wrong word could
               bring the wrath of God down on my
               head.  She's got ears like an
               elephant.

                           DEL
               Is it serious?

                           SAMMY
               It is for me.

                           DEL
               So how does that work?  She divorces
               her old man, moves in with you?

                           SAMMY
               I haven't worked out the details
               yet.  I thought we'd get a flat
               somewhere.

                           DEL
               You're welcome to stay at mine.

                           SAMMY
               You live in a cupboard.

                           DEL
               It's not too bad, as long as you
               don't mind sleeping standing up.

                           SAMMY
               Thanks, but we need our own place.

                           DEL
               Has she said yes?

                           SAMMY
               I haven't asked yet.  You think she
               will?

                           DEL
               A lifetime supply of curries could
               swing it.

                           SAMMY
               You don't think she will.

                           DEL
               I don't think anything yet, I only
               found out about her tonight.  We
               exchanged six words, three of which
               were, "Here's your curry."  You never
               know, it might work out.

                           SAMMY
               I've seen films like this before.  I
               laughed at them.  The son who falls
               in love with the older married woman.
               The disapproving mother.  They always
               end in tragedy.

                           DEL
               At least there's lots of singing and
               dancing along the way.

                           SAMMY
               I've been saving.

                           DEL
               Go on, show us your jam jar full of
               pennies.

                           SAMMY
               I was thinking about buying a ring.

                           DEL
               Bloody hell.  So this dolly bird
               means something to you.

                           SAMMY
               She's not a dolly bird, her name's
               Natasha and if you say anything I'll
               stick this dead fish down your throat.

                           DEL
               Natasha.  What a lovely name.  She's
               not a Russian mail order bride is
               she?  No, wait, I'm kidding!  I think.
               Is she?

                           SAMMY
               No.

                           DEL
               So what do you know about her old
               man, besides him working shifts?

                           SAMMY
               They've been married five years and
               he doesn't understand her.

                           DEL
               That goes without saying.  What I
               want to know is, is the bugger twice
               your size and can he punch your lights
               out?

                           SAMMY
               I'd like to see him try.

                           DEL
               I'm glad you said that, he's waiting
               outside with a couple of his mates,
               very keen to meet you.  Which is my
               funny-ha-ha way of saying, what if
               he finds out you're sniffing round
               his missus?

                           SAMMY
               By the time he catches on, it'll be
               too late.

                           DEL
               I'm only going to say this once.
               Are you one hundred percent sure
               you're not off your flaming rocker?

                           SAMMY
               I'm not asking for your bloody
               approval.

                           DEL
               That's tough shit because I approve
               of everything you do, Sammy.  You
               remember when I first got here?  I
               was seven years old, scared out of
               my wits, didn't know anyone.  That
               old witch of a teacher dragged me
               into the classroom and plonked me
               down in the back row beside this
               coloured lad with big white teeth
               who said, "You can share my book if
               you like, I'm Sammy."

                           SAMMY
               You sure that was me?

                           DEL
               'Course I'm bloody sure.  It's
               imprinted right here in my head.
               I'll never forget that day.  Everyone
               looked at me as if I had antlers.
               But you didn't.  You extended the
               hand of unconditional friendship,
               and asked for nothing in return.
               It's been the same ever since.  Mates.
               Blood brothers.

                           SAMMY
               I had my eye on your Kit-Kat.

                           DEL
               Bastard.  Our friendship is built on
               lies and deception.  We're finished,
               you hear me, finished.

                           SAMMY
               So you're not getting on at me?

                           DEL
               Sammy my boy, if you've got your
               sights set on Natasha, that's okay
               by me.  Just, you know, watch what
               you're doing.  Try not to get too
               involved.  Until you know for sure.

                           SAMMY
               You're a sack of wriggling optimism,
               you are.  You know what, I'm feeling
               better.  It's that fish supper.
               It's built me up.

                           DEL
               No you can't go and see her.  She'll
               be farting curry gas all night anyway.

                           SAMMY
               Nah, I'll just hang about downstairs,
               see if I can help.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER
                    (entering)
               You're staying in your bed until I
               say you can get up.  Del, some more
               deliveries ready to go.

                           DEL
               Be right with you, Mrs. Rashat.

     She exits.

                           DEL
               Bloody hell, does that woman ever
               knock?

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER (O.S.)
               I heard that.

                           DEL
               I think it's wonderful that you care
               so much, Mrs. R.

                           SAMMY'S MOTHER (O.S.)
               Just open that bloody window, will
               you?

                           SAMMY
               Like an elephant.


     INT. LOCKER ROOM / SHOWER ROOM - DAY

     Del is hanging up his anorac when Frank enters.  Frank opens
     a locker and undresses, changing into his uniform.

                           FRANK
               How's Sammy?

                           DEL
               Well on the mend.  I think he'd be
               here tonight if his mum didn't have
               him chained to his bed.

                           FRANK
               You see who it was that gave him a
               doing?

                           DEL
               I got there just as they ran off.
               Didn't see their faces.

                           FRANK
               Both of you were pissed out your
               heads, I take it?

                           DEL
               We'd had a couple.

                           FRANK
               A couple.  You were so rat-arsed you
               couldn't help your mate when he was
               jumped by yobs.

                           DEL
               You know what?  You can naff off.

                           FRANK
               Say that again.

                           DEL
               Which part did you miss?  "You know
               what" or "You can naff off"?

                           FRANK
               Are you looking for another sparring
               match, Galway?  'Cause I'm ready for
               a rematch any time.

                           DEL
               Is that why you started this dojo
               up, Frank?  So you can slap fat
               bastards around and make yourself
               look hard as nails?  If it makes you
               feel better, stick one on me.  Go
               on, take your best shot.

                           FRANK
               Christ Galway, is there something
               wrong with your head?

                           DEL
               Sammy got a beating and I didn't.
               That pisses you off, doesn't it?

                           FRANK
               I didn't say that.

                           DEL
               But you're thinking it.

                           FRANK
               It pisses me off that you got Sammy
               so drunk he couldn't handle himself.

                           DEL
               Yeah that's right, I forced drink
               down his throat.

                           FRANK
               Stop talking bollocks.  Just get out
               there and start warming up.

     Del exits.  Frank slams his locker door shut and shakes his
     head.


     INT. SCHOOL GYM - DAY

     Frank kneels facing the line of kneeling students.  He bows
     to the students and they bow back.

     Frank stands with feet apart and hands on hips, rotating his
     hips.  The students copy his movements.

     Frank does knee-ups, raising one knee then the other as high
     as his chest.  The students try to copy him but most can
     hardly raise their knees above their waists.

     Del goes at it like a madman, throwing his knees up higher
     and higher.

     Frank does press-ups on his knuckles.  The students have
     trouble copying him, some just can't do it and flop onto the
     floor.

     Del's sweating like a bastard but he bares his teeth as he
     struggles to complete each press-up with shaking arms.

     Frank sits on the floor bending forward over his outstretched
     leg, grabbing his own foot.  Most of the students struggle
     to reach below their knees.

     Del forces himself further forward... he blinks sweat out of
     his eyes... stretches past his knee... inch by agonizing
     inch... determined to reach his foot.

     The students stand at attention, breathing hard, sweating,
     knackered.  Frank walks up and down, inspecting them.

                           FRANK
               Some nutter walks up to you in the
               street and punches you.  You'll be
               shitting yourself so much you'll
               feel just like you do now.  Tired.
               Trembling.  Weak.

     Frank reaches Del and throws a punch, stopping his fist an
     inch from Del's face.  Del doesn't even blink, he stares at
     Frank with cold eyes.  Frank frowns and steps back.

                           FRANK
               You must learn to react to danger
               despite how you feel, regardless of
               what you're thinking.  I'm here to
               train your reactions so they become
               automatic.  Three double punches.

     Frank and the students punch together, left-right, left-right,
     left-right.

                           FRANK
               Again!

     Left-right, left-right, left-right.

                           FRANK
               Again, faster, more power!

     Left-right, left-right, left-right.  Del puts everything he
     has into it, grunting with each punch.

                           FRANK
               Someone's had his Wheatabix.  Forget
               it, Galway.  You think a sudden spurt
               is going to make me put your name
               forward for the area championships,
               you're living in a dream world.
               Double punch, front kick, side kick
               combination!

     The students obey, Frank retreats before them, watching
     everyone.  Del punches left-right, front kicks, then twists
     his body to deliver a side kick, but slips and falls on his
     arse.  The other students snigger.

     Del, lying on the floor, stares into space.  But his eyes
     are hard, filled with cold determination.

                                                9/07
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