EXT. STREET. DAY.
TWO LADY PENSIONERS (EMILY AND MAUD) ARE HAVING A CHAT.
MAUD:
Hello Emily, how's things?
EMILY:
I'm not too bad Maud. I'm on me way to collect pension.
MAUD:
You'll have to call over for a cuppa later love.
EMILY:
I will Maud. We can sip some tea, put our feet up and worship Satan for an hour or so.
MAUD:
Oooh, there's nothing I like better these days than a good chinwag to Beezelebub.
EMILY:
It puts the day in, don't it?
MAUD:
Aye... does your Fred mind when you invoke Lucifer and his army of demons?
EMILY:
No, he just plays his online chess. What about your Bill?
MAUD:
He's sent me to Coventry love. I had a black mass in front room and I ended up sacrificing his budgie.
EMILY:
What else could you have done love? When the Prince Of Darkness demands blood, you just have to go along with him.
MAUD:
I know. (BEAT) I'm going to have to rush home now to see if there's any more war or disaster on telly Emily.
EMILY:
It's great love. The devil and the four horsemen are coming, I can't wait, ta ra.
MAUD:
Hope they doesn't come when Corries on, ta ra love.
