INT. A LIVING ROOM
MOREEN, A MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN, IS SITTING WATCHING TV.
F/X: SOMEONE LETS THEMSELF IN THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR.
WOMAN (V.O):
Mum? Are you in?
MOREEN:
I'm in here, sweetheart.
WOMAN:
Hiya! (LOOKS AROUND) Where's dad?
MOREEN:
Oh! (ROLLS EYES) He's gone off on one of his wobblers again. Says he needs to clear his head and re-assess what he's doing with his life. He's taken the dog out.
CUT TO:
A TABLE AT A PLUSH RESTAURANT, WHERE DAD (IN TUXEDO) IS SITTING OPPOSITE DOG.
DAD:
Don't look so guilty, Bessie. This time I told her the damned truth, whether she likes it or not.
