Follow-up to Kitchen Equipment and No Seat On Tube
Dan
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Rough Injustice
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F/X:MAN AND WOMAN RUNNING DOWN A WET, ECHOEY ALLEYWAY. THEY STOP, BREATHLESS
DEAN:
I… think we've… lost them…
CARLY:
(IN TEARS) What did they want?! They're going to batter us!
DEAN:
I know.
CARLY:
Oh no…
DEAN:
Shit…
F/X:HEAVY, PURPOSEFUL FOOTSTEPS
WAYNE:
(MENACING) Alright, Dean?
DEAN:
W-W-Wayne. (GULPS) Steve.
STEVE:
(MORE MENACING) Mr Knuckles wants his money, lad.
DEAN:
(TEARS) But the APR's just too high, boys! I can't afford it!
WAYNE:
That's bad news for you then, ain't it?
F/X:BEATING UP. CARLY SCREAMS AND CRIES.
F/X:TRUMPET FANFARE
EVERYTHING STOPS FOR AN UNBEARABLY SMUG PAUSE
STEVE:
Who the f**k are you?
MCCM:
(HEROIC) Why, I'm Middle-Class Crisis Man! Saving the world from a ubiquitous diet of curry and chips!
WAYNE:
Then, what the f**k are you doing here?
MCCM:
(SLIGHT OFF-GUARD AND CONFUSED) 'Scuse me?
STEVE:
This guy's unemployed.
MCCM:
He is?
WAYNE:
Yeah, does some minor drug-dealing and petty crime, but mostly he just claims unemployment benefit.
MCCM:
Erm, he does?
STEVE:
Yep. (BEAT) Tell him, Dean.
DEAN:
Y-yeah. It's true. I'm not even nearly middle-class. I drive an old, faded red Astra.
MCCM:
Oh. (BEAT) Erm, sorry. My mistake. As you were, gentlemen!
WAYNE:
Thanks.
STEVE:
Much appreciated.
F/X:BEATING UP NOISES. CARLY STARTS CRYING AGAIN
MCCM:
Better get off then. Middle-class guilt doesn't repent itself!
WAITS FOR RESPONSE
F/X:BEATING UP NOISES CONTINUE. CARLY STILL CRYING
MCCM:
(SIGHS)
F/X
WOOPING
END