EXT. A PUB DOORWAY.
A YOUNG COUPLE, BRIAN AND SYLVIE ARE ENTERING THE PUB, AS THEY DO SO A MAN EXITS CARRYING TWO PINTS. BRIAN BUMPS INTO HIM, CAUSING HIM TO PARTLY SPILL ONE OF THEM.
BRIAN
Oh, sorry mate. Can I buy you another pint?
DRINKER (WELSH ACCENT)
No, that's okay, I wasn't looking where I was going.
SYLVIE THROWS HERSELF IN FRONT OF BRIAN.
SYLVIE
Don't Brian. He's not worth it.
BRIAN
Sylv, love...
SYLVIE (TO DRINKER)
You should watch yourself. He might not look like much, but he's a tiger when he's roused.
SHE FORMS HER HANDS IN TO CLAWS.
SYLVIE (CONT.)
Rrrrr!!!!
DRINKER (MAKING A PLACATING GESTURE)
Keep your cool girl.
SYLVIE
Did you hear what he called me?
BRAIN AND THE DRINKER LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER, PUZZLED.
SYLVIE
A call girl! A walker of the streets. A lady of the night.
BRIAN
I don't think...
SYLVIE
A brass flute. A pay as you go pussy. A ten bob ride to jizztown. A ho.
DRINKER
No really, I said keep your "cool", girl...
SYLVIE
Just go. Go while you still can. (TO BRIAN, WHOM SHE IS HOLDING BACK UNNECESSARILY) Don't sink to his level, Brian. (TO THE DRINKER, GESTURING FRANTICALLY) Go!!
THE DRINKER STARTS TO BACK AWAY.
BRIAN (WAVING)
Sorry again about the pint.
DRINKER
Don't worry about it, mon.
SYLVIE (TO BRIAN)
Wimp.
END.