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INT. LOUNGE - DAY
A COMFORTABLE, WORKING CLASS HOME, CIRCA LATE '70'S. A MOTHER IS SAT KNITTING IN THE CORNER WHILST GRANDDAD UNPACKS SOME OLD BOXES TO THE DELIGHT OF HIS GRANDDAUGHTER.
GRANDDAD:
I haven't seen what's inside these for years, you know? Not since I was a young man.
GRANDDAUGHTER:
What's inside, granddad?
GRANDDAD:
That's what we're going to find out, young lady.
HE RUNS A KNIFE ALONG THE TOP OF A BOX AND SLOWLY LIFTS THE FLAPS. HIS FACE LIGHTS UP AS HE TAKES OUT AN OLD SERVICE REVOLVER.
GRANDDAUGHTER:
Wow, is that a gun, granddad?
GRANDDAD:
See for yourself, sweetheart...
THE LITTLE GIRL GOES TO TAKE IT BUT HER MOTHER QUICKLY STEPS IN AND SNATCHES THE PISTOL AWAY.
MOTHER:
What are you thinking, dad, giving her a gun to play with?
GRANDDAD:
Don't be daft, woman, that thing was decommissioned right after the war - it's no worse than a water pistol.
MOTHER:
I'll be keeping hold of this.
TUTTING, SHE LOCKS THE GUN IN A DRAWER AND SITS BACK DOWN TO KNIT.
GRANDDAUGHTER:
What else is in there, Granddad?
GRANDDAD:
Let's take a look, shall we?
HE PULLS OUT ANOTHER OBJECT; A BANDANA PRINTED WITH THE JAPANESE FLAG.
GRANDDAUGHTER:
What's that? Is it a scarf?
GRANDDAD:
I got this in the Pacific. It's called a bandana and it used to belong to a Japanese soldier. See that hole there; right in the middle of the rising sun? That's where Granddad put his bullet.
MOTHER:
Dad!
SHE GRABS THE OFFENDING ITEM.
MOTHER (CONT):
What kind of story is that for a little girl? Put all this stuff away right now - I'm taking this thing to the kitchen and burning it!
SHE STORMS OFF.
GRANDDAD LOOKS TO THE LITTLE GIRL IN A 'NOW WE'VE TORN IT' SORT OF WAY, THEN GOES BACK INTO THE BOX FOR ONE LAST PRIZE.
IT'S THE MUMMIFIED HEAD OF THE JAPANESE SOLDIER.
GRANDDAUGHTER:
Wow!
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