EDITED
1. INT. A BUSY BUS.
A WHITE TEENAGE BOY GETS ON. HE'S CARRYING A LUDICROUSLY MASSIVE PILE OF EQUIPMENT. HE STRUGGLES DOWN BUS AND SITS ON BACK SEAT.
CAP: 1982
HE PICKS UP A MEGAPHONE AND SHOUTS ACROSS OTHER PASSENGERS TOWARDS THE WINDOW.
TEENAGE BOY:
It's me. I's on me way now, innit.
PASSENGERS TUT, SHUFFLE.
OUT OF THE WINDOW WE SEE A SECOND TEENAGE BOY WITH MEGAPHONE.
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2. EXT. A STREET CORNER.
THE SECOND TEENAGE BOY IS SHOUTING THROUGH HIS MEGAPHONE
SECOND TEENAGE BOY:
It's Lee. He's on his way now, innit.
WE PULL BACK TO SEE IN THE DISTANCE A THIRD TEENAGE BOY, ALSO SHOUTING THROUGH A MEGAPHONE.
THIRD TEENAGE BOY:
It's Lee. He's on . . .
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3. INT. BUS.
TEENAGE BOY:
(STILL SHOUTING) Yeah. Laters.
HE PUTS DOWN MEGAPHONE
PASSENGERS RELAX. THE BUS STOPS.
A SWEATING, OUT-OF BREATH, MIDDLE-AGED MESSENGER JUMPS ONTO BUS. HE RUSHES UP TO TEENAGE BOY WITH A PIECE OF A4 PAPER. PASSENGERS TUT AGAIN.
TEENAGE BOY READS PAPER QUICKLY.
TEENAGE BOY:
Gaylord. (PICKS UP OLD-FASHIONED HEAVY MANUAL TYPEWRITER AND TALKS AS HE'S TYPING) M8 r u having a laff. LOL. i said 2nite "colon P".
HE RIPS THE SHEET FROM THE TYPEWRITER AND HANDS IT TO THE MESSENGER.
MESSENGER LEAPS OUT OF EMERGENCY EXIT DOOR.
SFX. SCREAMS AND SCREECHING BRAKES.
TEENAGE BOY PUTS DOWN TYPEWRITER. ALL IS CALM. CAMERA FOCUSES ON ONE PASSENGER RELAXING AGAIN.
LOUD CRACKLY SOUND OF COLE PORTER'S CHEEK TO CHEEK STARTS. PASSENGER ANGRILY TURNS ROUND.
TEENAGE BOY HAS AN OLD WIND-UP GRAMOPHONE. ITS TRUMPET IS PUSHING THE HEAD OF A SECOND PASSENGER AGAINST WINDOW.
TEENAGE BOY:
(TO PASSENGER) What?
