A little idea for a runner...
'SCAM MAN'
INT. PUB - DAY
TWO FRIENDS, SAM AND MICK CHAT OVER A PINT.
SAM:
...you're joking, you commute from London to Manchester every day for a temp job? How do you afford it?
MICK:
Don't worry, I've got a little scam going on...
HE TAPS HIS NOSE CONSPIRATORILY.
CUT TO:
INT. TRAIN - DAY
MICK IS APPROACHED BY A CONDUCTOR.
CONDUCTOR:
Tickets, please.
MICK:
Sorry, give me one second...
HE FUMBLES AWKWARDLY ABOUT HIS POCKETS -
-- PULLS A KNIFE AND STABS THE CONDUCTOR IN THE HEART. WHILE HE'S DOWN ON THE FLOOR MICK LAYS IN A FLURRY OF KICKS. AFTER ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS OF THAT, OVER THE SCREAMING AND WAILING OF THE OTHER PASSENGERS, HE FINALLY STEPS BACK, LIGHTS A MATCH TOSSES IT DOWN, THE FLAMES OF THE ENSUING FIRE REFLECTED IN HIS EYES AS HE CACKLES LIKE A MADMAN.
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INT. PUB - DAY
SAM LOOKS AT MICK, HORRIFIED.
MICK:
Yeah, a nice little scam...
END SKETCH