EXT. STREET. NIGHT. A COUPLE OF HOOKERS ARE CHATTING.
HOOKER 1:
I've had one john tonight, I've usually went through six by now.
HOOKER 2:
Slack May's getting all the trade these days even though she's twice our age and has a face like a drunken dog.
HOOKER 1: She's probably giving blow jobs with her teeth out. The novelty will wear off soon.
HOOKER 2:
Look, she's coming, let's question her.
SLACK MAY (60 YEAR OLD) APPROACHES THE OTHER TWO HOOKERS.
HOOKER 1:
What's your trade secret May, how you attracting all these johns?
HOOKER 2:
Go on May, spill.
SLACK MAY:
It's the recession girls, we have to be adaptable. I'm a businesswoman you know.
HOOKER 1:
Can't see you guesting on Dragons Den all the same.
SLACK MAY:
Ok, I like you pair, here's the deal... I've brought out a loyalty card scheme. Regulars who have paid for five shags get the sixth one on the house....
Shit! What time is it?
HOOKER 1:
It's ten o'clock.
SLACK MAY:
Crikey, must dash. Ten to Eleven is happy hour, all shag's half price.
SLACK MAY GETS INTO A PARKED CAR. THERE IS A QUEUE OF PARKED CARS BEHIND ALL WITH ONE MALE PASSENGER.