INT. DAY. HOME.
THE DOORBELL RINGS AND A MIDDLE AGED WOMAN GOES TO OPEN DOOR.
MAN:
Windows.
WOMAN: (looks round)
Yes, there is.
MAN:
No, window cleaner.
WOMAN:
They're cleaner than the last time I checked.
MAN: Five pounds you owe, ok.
WOMAN:
What's an o o k?
MAN:
Listen missus, gimme the dough.
WOMAN:
Why didn't you say.(shouts to living room) Fred, it's the baker.
FRED COMES TO THE DOOR AND PUTS ON HIS SPECTACLES.
FRED:
Can you tidy the kitchen after you're done?
MAN:
For crying out loud, I clean your bloody windows every fortnight.
WOMAN:
Have you ever blamed your tools? Bad workman, bad workman, swearing like that.
FRED:
Cowboy rogue, preying on the elderly, shame on you.
MAN:
Elderly, you're mid-fifties. Look, just give me my fiver?
WOMAN: (holding up note)
This fiver?
MAN: (exasperated)
At long last.
FRED:
That's not yours, it's mine.
FRED TAKES FIVER AND PUTS IT INTO HIS WALLET.
WOMAN:
You can pay us the rest later.
DOOR SLAMS SHUT
ENDS.