Heres something I wrote, which I like, but then who the hell am I? I like the mood/tone of this.
EXT. STREET-DAY.
We see a woman, AMANDA, walking down the street with a plastic bag full of food shopping. AMANDA is dressed in a full GARY GLITTER style stage outfit, right from his 70’s prime, shiny jump suit, huge platforms and massive black quiff-complete with sideburns. She will be dressed like this throughout the piece.
As AMANDA makes her way down the street, we hear various passer-by’s shouting out insults, ‘Nonce, Pervert, Paedo’ etc.
NARRATOR
(V.O)
Meet twenty eight year old Amanda Smith; Amanda is one of over fifty thousand Gary Glitter Syndrome sufferers in the UK.
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INT. AMANDAS FRONT ROOM.
AMANDA is sat in her front room, being interviewed.
AMANDA
It is a little known syndrome, and theres a lot of misunderstanding and fear about sufferers such as myself from the general public. Its not catching, but can afflict people at any stage during their lives. I myself, as is most often the case, was actually born with full blown Gary Glitter Syndrome.
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INT. PARENTS HOUSE, KITCHEN.
And ON SCREEN CAPTION reads: ‘AMANDAS PARENTS’
The pair are looking at baby photos of AMANDA.
MUM
This ones of our Amanda, look.
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C.U. on photo.
We see baby AMANDA, all ready in tiny jump suit and Glitter quiff.
MUM
(O.S)
She was just eight months old there.
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Back to wide shot of parents.
MUM
She was a wonderful baby, hardly ever cried; did she?
DAD
No; no she didn’t. (BEAT) Shes not a kiddy fiddler.
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INT. LABORATORY.
A SCIENTIST, complete with white scientist coat, is being interviewed.
NARRATOR
(V.O)
We asked a scientist what causes Gary Glitter Syndrome.
SCIENTIST
The truth is, at his point, were really not too sure; but we haven’t ruled out something to do with cat shit.
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EXT. BUILDING-EVENING.
We see AMANDA entering a building in town.
NARRATOR
(V.O)
Every Thursday Amanda attends a Glitter Syndrome support group.
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INT. BUILDING, GLITTER SUPPORT GROUP ROOM-EVENING.
We see AMANDA and several other Glitter Syndrome sufferers in full Glitter outfits, sat around on chairs in a circle.
AMANDA
(V.O.)
They’ve been a great source of help and acceptance over the years. Somewhere where for an hour each week I don’t feel like a freak.
One man stands up and starts singing ‘My Coo Ca Choo’. Hes stopped by the group leader.
GROUP LEADER
Sorry, you want the Alvin Stardust group, that’s on a Wednesday.
STARDUST MAN
Oop; sorry.
He trudges out.
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INT. PARENTS HOUSE-DAY.
AMANDAS MUM is polishing and talking to camera, the DAD is sat in a chair, reading a newspaper.
MUM
Oh yes, Amandas condition has lead to its fair share of problems for us.
DAD
Vicar wont even let us in the church anymore, says were tainted with evil.
MUM
Then theres the Glitter Band Syndrome sufferers; a sad lot. They have it even worse than our Amanda, coming here at all hours, asking for Amanda, begging her to let them be in her gang. Sad.
DAD
I set the hose on ‘em if they come after eight.
MUM
Theres one in the garden now actually.
We CUT TO the camera peering out the front room window, where in the garden we see sat cross legged on the grass a man in full Glitter Band glam outfit, clutching a guitar.
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EXT. CAFÉ-DAY.
Through the window we can see AMANDA sat at a table, drinking a coffee. A mother with a child on the next table, giving AMANDA the filthiest look imaginable, gets up and moves to a table further away.
NARRATOR
(V.O)
Amanda, what do you hope to get out of going public like this?
AMANDA
(V.O)
Im not looking for pity, just a little understanding.
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INT. AMANDAS FRONT ROOM-NIGHT.
AMANDA is sat on couch, talking to camera.
AMANDA
Im not an animal, Im a real person who deserves to be treated like such. That’s all.
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EXT. PARENTS HOUSE-NIGHT.
The Glitter Band Syndrome sufferer is still on the parents garden. DAD appears with a hose and starts spraying it at the man, who runs off.
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INT. AMANDAS FRONT ROOM.
AMANDA stands.
AMANDA
Ok, Ill put the kettle on, d’you take sugar?
THE END
