We see a rough looking council high rise.
We see a woman dressed as a gypsy clairvoyant.
She is standing in a piss soaked graffiti scrawled metal lift.
The lift lights indicate that it is the 24th floor.
The clairvoyant picks her way down the windowless corridor whilst avoiding broken prams and sleeping tramps.
She arrives at the last door, it is badly damaged and the lock is hanging off, the clairvoyant knocks.
A thirty five stone woman wearing pumps with no laces in and a dressing gown that has never been washed comes to the door she is carrying what look like twins only one is black and the other is Chinese. Down the undecorated hallway we see four other kids dressed only in vests who are running round like mad. We can also see a man asleep on the couch with a newspaper over his head and the best part of a kebab spread over his vest.
The clairvoyant holds her hands to her head as though receiving a message she then gazes into the woman's eyes as she speaks
CLAIRVOYANT
"You never married for money!"
FAT WOMAN
"Oh my f**king God you're a f**king real physic!"
Clairvoyant holds out her hand for the money.
