SCENE 19: TAMAR STREET / CLEVELEY CLOSE (INTERNAL)
19_12_001. The THEN view from inside the antique shop.
©2006 Ian S. Bolton
19_12_001a. The NOW view with the doorway's position approximated.
NOTES
Please see SCENE 16.
SCRIPT
Through the doorway of the antique shop we can see THOMAS crossing the road towards it.
A girl pushes a pram towards the park gates.
Outside the shop window THOMAS meets the OLD MAN, who waves him in.
He moves towards the door.
An ancient recording of Hawaiian music can be heard.
In the back of the shop the owner, a girl, is sitting on a table, listening to an old record of Hawaiian music.
She is very young, and dark-haired.
THOMAS goes up to her.
She hardly gives him a glance.
THOMAS
Hello.
GIRL
Hello.
She doesn’t turn around, but changes the record.
THOMAS
Uh – my agent saw you about the shop.
GIRL rather vague
Did he?
THOMAS
He’s a man with a cigar. Throws ash everywhere.
GIRL
I expect I remember him. I probably asked for too much money. Money’s always a problem, isn’t it? Tell him to come back.
She starts the gramophone again.
THOMAS goes up to her and, clasping her by the shoulders, swings her round to face him.
THOMAS
Why are you selling?
The GIRL switches off the gramophone.
THOMAS watches as she gets up and moves past him.
Camera pans to follow her.
GIRL
I’d like to try something different. Get off somewhere. Oh, I’m fed up with antiques.
THOMAS
Get off where?
GIRL
To Nepal.
THOMAS looks round the shop.
THOMAS
Nepal is all antiques.
GIRL off
Is it?
He nods his head.
THOMAS
Uh-huh.
Resume on the GIRL.
GIRL
Perhaps I’d better try – Morocco.
Resume on THOMAS, who grins.
He strolls around looking at various objects in the shop, piled one on top of each other.
Some of them are rather fine.
Something suddenly attracts his attention in the back room of the shop.
THOMAS
How much?
GIRL
What?
THOMAS
The propeller.
He goes through the door to the other room, followed by the GIRL.
She comes into the room and leans against the wall.
GIRL
You can have it for – eight pounds.
THOMAS walks across to a huge, vintage aeroplane propeller made of wood, hidden under a pile of bits and pieces.
He begins to clear the debris away from it.
THOMAS
Right. You’re in business. Have you got a van?
GIRL off
You can’t take it now.
THOMAS starts clearing a space around the propeller to shift it.
THOMAS
I must. I must. I can’t live without it.
The GIRL comes and helps him clear the junk, laughing.
GIRL
Hard luck. That’ll teach you to fall in love with heavy things on Saturday morning.
THOMAS lifts up an armchair to see the propeller; the chair fills the frame, blotting everything else from view.