INT. ROOM.
A MAN IS TWIDDLING THE DIAL ON A RADIO.
FX RADIO FUZZ AND VARIOUS SNIPPETS OF MUSIC, TALKING, ETC.
VOICE:
Mayday! Mayday!
MAN LOOKS ROUND.
VOICE:
It's the radio you lunatic. Now, keep the dial where it is, I want some answers from you. Sit yourself down and rest those weary legs of yours, you've been busy haven't you Bill?
MAN LOOKS ROUND AND GOES TO TURN RADIO DIAL.
VOICE:
Ah! Now don't be foolhardy. Is your good wife about? I think you have something to say to her.
MAN SWITCHES OFF THE RADIO.
FX PHONE MESSAGE BLEEP.
MAN READS TEXT SAYING:
I know what you're up to Bill.
MAN RINGS NUMBER THAT SENT TEXT. THERE IS NO ANSWER.
FX DOORBELL.
MAN OPENS DOOR TO A POSTMAN.
POSTMAN:
Hello, I've a delivery for you. Could you sign this please?
MAN OPENS PARCEL. THERE IS A HEAD IN A BOX.
FX POLICE SIRENS.
LOUDHAILER:
We've got the place surrounded. Come out with your hands up and don't do anything stupid.
CUT TO COURT:
JUDGE:
Guilty, the tariff shall be set at life imprisonment. Take him down.
CUT TO PRISON CELL.
MAN IS IN CELL AND SWITCHES ON THE RADIO.
VOICE:
Mayday! Mayday! Bill me old mucker. You're being a naughty, naughty boy inside.
CELLMATE VOICE:
You listen to some weird shit Jim.
