SLINGS AND ARROWS. BY MARION AND RAY.
SCENE 3 EXT. SPORTS CENTRE CAR PARK. DAY.
GYPSIES, MICHAEL (FATHER) AND SEAMUS (SON) ARE STANDING NEAR THE FRONT DOOR TO THE SPORTS CENTRE ON THE CAR PARK.
A CAR LIMPS IN, CHUGGING AND BACKFIRING AND GRINDS TO A HALT IN THE ENTRANCE. CARS BEGIN TO BACK UP ON THE ROAD BEHIND IT. THE TWO GYPSIES STAND AND WATCH AS THE SPORTS CENTRE MANAGER, MR. BUTLER, TRIES TO GET THE VEHICLE STARTED. HE FINALLY GETS OUT AND ATTEMPTS, WEAKLY, TO PUSH THE CAR.
MICHAEL: Looks like a customer. Will we give yer man a hand?
SEAMUS: Why not?
THEY JOG ACROSS TO THE CAR... MICHAEL CALLS TO MR. BUTLER.
MICHAEL: Get in and steer the car, and we’ll give ya a push.
MR. BUTLER: (Very flustered) Oh, thank you so very much.
MR. BUTLER GETS INTO DRIVERS SEAT AND THE MEN BEGIN TO PUSH THE CAR.
TO ONE SIDE OF THE CAR PARK THERE IS A LINE OF USED CARS WITH FOR SALE SIGNS AND PRICES ON THEM.
MR. BUTLER AVOIDS THE MANY SPACES ONLY TO PARK IN HIS OWN SPOT NEAR THE DOOR. THE MEN PUFF AND ARE CONFUSED.
MR. BUTLER: Can we just straighten her up?
HE WAVES THE MEN TO THE FRONT OF THE CAR AND THEY SHUNT IN BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS UNTIL NEATLY PARKED.
SEAMUS: What the fu…
MICHAEL: Now wait, son.
MICHAEL WALKS TO DRIVERS DOOR INSPECTING THE VEHICLE AS HE GOES.
MR. BUTLER: Thanks. (Looks across to the newly arrived car lot in the sports centre car park) What’s that all about?
MICHAEL DISTRACTS HIM.
MICHAEL: Sure, you have trouble here, if you don’t mind me saying, Oh, yes, you’ve got an expense here, all right. Pop the bonnet and let me look.
MR. BUTLER POPS BONNET AND THE TWO OF THEM LOOK AT THE ENGINE, SHAKING THEIR HEADS.
SEAMUS: (Tuts) D’ya see?
MR. BUTLER: (Leans under the bonnet) see what?
MICHAEL: Seamus here is a trained mechanic.
MR BUTLER: Well I’m afraid I know nothing about the workings of a car’s engine.
SEAMUS BEGINS PULLING AND TUGGING AT THE ENGINE
SEAMUS: Is dat right? Well this is all wrong, shouldn’t be loose like dat...And this here, no good...no good at all.
MR BUTLER: Loose you say? That’s the driveway; I’ve been on at the council to put new tarmac down for some time now, potholes all over the place.
MICHAEL: Is dat right? Well don’t you worry yourself, we have all the gear on the truck, we’ll sort that for you as well...
MICHAEL DIRECTS MR. BUTLER TOWARDS THE USED CAR LOT.
MICHAEL: Forget you car, for a moment, and come and have a look at this.
MR. BUTLER: What are these cars doing here? This is a car park.
SEAMUS: You’re not wrong, for these are, as you just correctly described, cars that are parked. And, in your particular predicament, I think that we could interest you in one of these fine vehicles and give you a very good price for that old banger that you‘re driving.
FROM DISTANCE THE SOUND OF RECEPTIONIST’S VOICE.
RECEPTIONIST: Mr. Butler! Mr. Butler! There’s been a robbery. Mr. Butler.
GRADUALLY THE VOICE GETS CLOSER UNTIL THE RECEPTIONIST COMES INTO SHOT. SHE IS LARGE, UGLY AND EXHAUSTED. SHE SPOTS THE GYPSY MEN AND BEGINS TO PREEN HERSELF, STRAIGHTENING HERSELF UP SHE RUNS TO THE NEAREST CAR AND DRAPES HERSELF ALONG IT.
MICHAEL: Mind you don’t dent dat, will ya now?
MR. BUTLER: Robbed? What are you talking about? The till?
RECEPTIONIST DISTRACTED BY THE TWO MEN.
MR. BUTLER: (Cont) they’ve robbed the safe, what?
RECEPTIONIST: (Looks back to answer) Oh, no, just the changing rooms. Two wallets, a couple of mobile phones and some locker money,
RECEPTIONIST FLUTTERS HER EYES AT SEAMUS.
MR. BUTLER: Better ring the police.
MICHAEL: Better be off.
MR. BUTLER PULLS THE RECEPTIONIST OFF CAR BONNET AND WALKS HER BACK TO SPORTS CENTRE.
MR BUTLER: Who are those people?
RECEPTIONIST: I think they’re gypsies; they arrived just after you went to lunch.
MR BUTER: Gypsies! And we’ve had a robbery?
RECEPTIONIST: Did you see the look in their eyes? Pure animal. They would have taken me over the bonnet of the car. (She snarls like a lion) Pure lust. Thank God that you were there to save me. A woman isn’t safe with the raw sexuality of men like that.
CUT TO THE GYPSY MEN REMOVING THE SIGNS FROM THE CARS IN PANIC.
MICHAEL: I think you’ve pulled there, son.
SEAMUS: Holy Mary, Mother of God, I’d rather sleep with the horse.
MICHAEL: Ha! Ain’t that a fact?