INT. PUB. DAVE IS SPEAKING TO JIM.
DAVE:
What have you got for me?
JIM:
Well Dave, I've got some new merchandise, quality goods as always.
DAVE:
'Spose it fell off the back of a lorry, knowing you?
JIM:
I'll be straight with you Dave, it's illegal.
DAVE:
I might have guessed, giz a look then.
JIM DRAGS A BADLY INJURED FOREIGN MAN FROM UNDERNEATH TABLE.
JIM:
He's an illegal alien, fell off a mate's lorry just by Dover.
DAVE:
What the f**k would I want with a dead asylum seeker?
JIM:
He's not dead yet, listen to his erratic breathing.
DAVE:
I dunno mate.. Any word on the snuff movie?
JIM:
I've the DVD here. I'll throw in whatshisname for an extra fiver.
DAVE:
Extra fiver seems reasonable, ok then.
CUT TO LIVING ROOM SCENE. DAVE IS PUTTING ON A DVD.
DAVE: (turning round)
Glad I got you home before rigor mortis set in.
DAVE SITS ON SOFA AND RESTS HIS LEGS ON NOW DEAD ASYLUM SEEKER.
DVD V/O:
Snuff comes in a variety of flavours including spice and cinnamon..
DAVE:
The little c**t.
