SCENE 33: POTTERY LANE

LOCATION 07

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SCRIPT

It is early afternoon.

The Rolls-Royce drives into the street outside THOMAS’ studio, but cars are parked tight along the kerb.

He has to drive the Rolls-Royce right down to the end to find a parking space. THOMAS gets out, with his camera, and slams the door.

There is no one about.

It is Saturday afternoon and the small street is buried in an almost funereal silence, save for the blaring of a television set: a man’s voice discussing racing form.

For a moment THOMAS stands looking around in the quiet street.

Then he goes and presses hard on the car horn.

THOMAS stands with his hand on the horn.

The strident blast reverberates all along the street but nothing happens.

THOMAS releases the horn and walks away.

One man appears at his garden gate: he is more amazed than anything else. THOMAS waves to him and skips off, camera panning with him.

THOMAS walks the distance between his car and his studio, looking about.

He goes towards the front door of 39, then changes his mind and starts to cross the road.

There is a telephone booth opposite his studio, on the pavement.

THOMAS goes in and dials the operator, camera moving in closer as he does so. When the operator answers, he says:

THOMAS

Hello. Could you get me Frobisher three-double-two-nine, please? I’ve only got a sixpence… Park one-two-nine-six.

He waits a moment.

When he gets an answer at the other end he goes on:

THOMAS

Hello, it’s me… Weren’t you supposed to be going off to – um – Purley? Mm? Listen… Stay where you are. Call me soon at home… Hm.

He hangs up.

THOMAS comes out of the phone booth.

A few more steps – and he is home.

He pulls out his key and is about to unlock the door.

The clatter of a woman’s hurried footsteps drawing near makes him turn round. A GIRL runs towards him.

It is the GIRL from the park.

She is out of breath, and for a moment can hardly speak.

THOMAS looks at her in surprise.

Finally she says:

GIRL

I… I’ve come… I’ve come for the photographs.

THOMAS eyes her cautiously.

THOMAS

Well, how did you manage to find me?

The GIRL avoids his eyes.

GIRL

Do you live here?

THOMAS

Mmm.

THOMAS opens the door and lets her in.

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