I wrote this ages ago before I started writing (if that makes sense)... anyway sort of (black)comedy... bit direction heavy
INT. PUB
A woman in her late twenties sits at a table by the window across from a man also in his late twenties.
She stares at him blankly, nodding automatically, unblinking as he talks...
MAN
....and then after I got rid of my Porsche Boxter, I got the Audi RS4, which is a truly fantastic motor i
can tell you. A 4.2 liter V8, do you know what that translates to in terms of break horse power ??
WOMAN
erm..
MAN
Four hundred and fourteen! Four hundred and four bloody teen.
Do you know what that means ?..
The woman, stares blankly, shaking her head slowly and submissively...
MAN
Naught to sixty two in 5 seconds!... that's what that means !...
AND there's plenty of room in the boot for my golf clubs.
WOMAN
That's, well that's just remarka..
The woman's phone rings in her hand bag.
The woman jumps to, alert, searching frantically through her handbag after the ring.
WOMAN
Hello.... Yes it is.... oh hello (exitedly/relieved)
Woman looks at the man and points to the phone indicating that she needs to take the call.
The man nods, a little put out. He looks aimlessly round the room before pointing to his empty glass then to the bar and starts to get up.
The woman nods back to him permissively as he continues to rise from his seat and makes his way to the bar.
WOMAN
I thought you were never going to call.
The man walks out of earshot.
CUT TO
The man is at the bar looking over at the woman as she speaks privately on the phone.
She looks up from her conversation, catches his gaze and smiles back at him unconvincingly.
The man turns his attention back to waving his twenty in the face of the passing barmaid.
CUT TO
Man returns with a pint of lager, which he puts down on the table as he sits astride of his stool.
MAN
Something important ?
WOMAN
Oh no, not really. Just one of my girlfriends.
MAN
Oh,hang on a minute. Don't tell me. There is some sort of emergency and you have to go and meet her right away??
WOMAN
(laughs nervously)
Oh, no nothing like that. I just asked her to do me a little favour.
She was just double checking that I was sure I wanted it doing, that's all.
MAN
Right (unconvinced).. and do you?
WOMAN
Yes, yes. I definitely do.
MAN
So, can you tell me what the favour is or is it a big secr...
The sudden sound of the window smashing prevents the man from finishing his sentence. People in the bar turn towards the window in surprise. The man has a bloody hole through the centre of his forehead. His face expressionless as he falls forward lifelessly head butting the table, knocking his nearly full pint over the floor.
The other customers scream and are rendered stationary in shock.
The woman calmly stands up, puts her hand bag over her shoulder and downs the rest of her wine. She looks back at the other customers, puts both her hands up removing herself from responsibility, whilst making her way around his slumped form and heads towards the door.
She exits as the customers stare on.
Cut to black.
