INT. TRAIN – DAY
ON A BUSY TRAIN. PASSENGERS ARE READING THEIR NEWSPAPERS, SOME HAVE HEADPHONES ON OR ARE FIDDLING AROUND WITH MOBILE PHONES AND POCKET COMPUTERS. ALL IS RELATIVELY QUIET BUT FOR TWO MEN, WHO ARE SPEAKING ANIMATEDLY IN A FOREIGN LANUAGE AND LAUGHING. ACROSS AND OPPOSITE THEM SIT AN ELDERLY COUPLE. THE MAN IS CONCENTRATING INTENTLY ON HIS NEWSPAPER, WITH A BIRO IN HAND.
ELDERLY MAN:
It's no good Margaret. I can't think with all this noise. Why can't these people be quiet?
WOMAN:
It's not their fault you don't know a type of bat.
MAN:
It's annoying. Can't they even speak English?
LOOKS ACROSS AT THE FOREIGN MEN. THEY'RE TALKING OVER A PAPER
MEN:
(Foreign-sounding babble)
FOREIGN MAN 1:
(Babble)…Bat?
FOREIGN MAN 2:
Pipistrelle?
FOREIGN MAN 1 GOES THROUGH PAGE, COUNTING LETTERS.
FOREIGN MAN 1:
Ahh! Pipistrelle!
MEN HIGH FIVE.
THE TRAIN STOPS, AND BOTH MEN DISEMBARK.
ELDERLY MAN PONDERS HIS PAPER.
Of course. Pipistrelle!
HE GOES TO HIGH-FIVE HIS WIFE. SHE GIVES HIM A "LOOK".
