SOUND: INDIAN MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY IN BACKGROUND
(A FRESH-FACED YOUNG MAN STROLLS INTO A NEWSAGENT'S; HE WALKS UP TO THE COUNTER. THE SHOP OWNER IS SAT BEHIND IT READING A NEWSPAPER.)
(HE LOOKS UP TO GREET THE CUSTOMER.)
MAN #1 (SHOP OWNER)
(AGITATED)
Oh no, not you again!
MAN #2
Look, I've already apologised about a hundred times. It was a simple mistake that anyone could have made.
MAN #1
You frighten my children!
MAN #2
Please, yours is the nearest shop to where I live and I only need to get a few bits.
(PAUSE)
MAN #1
Okay, but no funny business.
MAN #2
(CHUCKLING) I'm laughing already.
MAN #1
No, you're not heari-
MAN #2
I'll have a pint of Milk.
(THE SHOP OWNER SIGHS.)
(HE REACHES FOR A PINT OF MILK.)
MAN #1
(DESPONDENTLY)
One pint of Milk.
MAN #2
A bottle of Chablis.
(THE SHOP OWNER REACHS FOR A BOTTLE OF CHABLIS.)
MAN #1
A bottle of the Chablis.
MAN #2
And a pack of 20 Silk Cut Purple please, Mummy.
MAN #1
One pa-
(THE SHOP OWNER HOSTS A LOOK OF ETHEREAL BEWILDERMENT.)
(THE SHOP OWNER'S SON STARTS CRYING AND BURIES HIS FACE INTO HIS DAD'S LEG.)
(THE SHOP OWNER GESTURES ANGRILY WITH HIS HAND TOWARDS MAN #1.)
MAN #1
(SHOUTING)
What's wrong with you?! You're crazy!
MAN #2
Sorry, Mummy. (beat) I mean (pause) man.
MAN #1
(SHOUTING)
Get out!
(MAN #2 RUNS OUT OF THE SHOP.)
(HE ARRIVES AT HIS FLAT.)
MAN #2
(TO FLAT)
I'm back.
(HE WALKS INTO THE FRONT ROOM.)
MAN #2
Hi Mummy.
(HIS MUM COMES INTO VIEW; SHE IS A BURLY DRAG QUEEN AND IDENTICAL TO THE SHOP OWNER.)
MUMMY
(WITH A GUTTURAL VOICE)
Hello poppet. Did you get the cigarettes?
MAN #2
No, the man was really rude to me again. (PAUSE) It's probably for the best anyway; those things will wreak havoc on your vocal cords.
END
This is one of my first sketches; I'd appreciate any comments or criticisms. Thanks.