FIRST SCENE OF A COMEDY WRITTEN BY MARION AND RAY FOLLOWING A GYPSY FAMILY
BEING MOVED FROM SITE TO SITE.
SLINGS AND ARROWS
Loosely based on real events.
A FAMILY OF GYPSIES HAVE JUST DISCOVERED A SPORTS FIELD, SOME PEOPLE ARE SETTING UP FOR AN ARCHERY CONTEST ON THE FOOTBALL PITCH, NEXT TO THIS WE HAVE A CRICKET MATCH TAKING PLACE. IN ADDITION THERE IS A CANAL ON THE FAR SIDE OF THE PITCH. THE GYPSIES, MICHAEL AND IRENE LOWTHER SPEAK IN A VERY BROAD IRISH ACCENT. THE TOURNAMENT ORGANISER AND HIS WIFE, ROBERT AND AUDREY ARE A LITTLE ON THE POSH SIDE. THE SCENE BEGINS AS THE GYPSIES ARE PULLING INTO THE CAR PARK; THEY ARE FOLLOWED BY A FURTHER 6 CARAVANS, HORSE BOXES, WAGONS ETC.
SCENE 1, EXT, MID DAY.
ROBERT: How many boards have we still to erect?
AUDREY: Just 5 more on the far side, and two practise boards.
ROBERT: Good, good, and did you remember to...
THE GYPSIES BEGIN TO ARRIVE
ROBERT: Oh my God! What the...who are? Oh my God.
AUDREY: They look like those travelling types.
ROBERT: I’m afraid they do...right! I’ll handle this.
ROBERT GOES TO MEET THEM
AUDREY: Be careful dearest, don’t touch them, they don’t wash you know.
ROBERT: Hello there! Can I help you? Are you lost?
MICHAEL: Not anymore, I think we’ve just found paradise.
ROBERT: No you don’t understand, this is private property, you can’t park here.
IRENE: And why not? All these other vans are parked here, what’s wrong with ours?
ROBERT: Nothing, but those caravans belong to the archers, we have a tournament tomorrow, we’re just setting up the boards.
MICHAEL: Will you be needing a hand? I’ve a hammer and nails in the van, I’ll soon knock a few of those up for you.
ROBERT: No! No we can manage, look! You’ll have to leave.
AUDREY: We’ll call the police.
MICHAEL: Now why would you want to do that? Have we stolen anything? Have we done anything wrong?
ROBERT: Well yes, you’re trespassing on private property.
AUDREY: We’ll have you moved.
MICHAEL: Look! All we’re after doin is to rest up for a few days, we mean no harm, you won’t even know we’re here.
CAMERA PANS OUT TO WHOLE FIELD, WE SEE FIRES, KIDS RUNNING WILD, HORSES AND DOGS RUNNING WILD, ONE OF THE DOGS HAS CHASED AN ARCHER UP A TREE, ONE OF THE KIDS HAS GOT HOLD OF A BOW, HE’S PUT A YOUNGER CHILD UP AGAINST A TARGET WITH AN APPLE ON HIS HEAD, HE’S JUST ABOUT TO FIRE WHEN IRENE SEES HIM.
IRENE: No! Don’t shoot! Come here you little git! I’ll give you such a thrashing.
IRENE CHASES AFTER HIM
ROBERT: No I’m sorry, I can’t allow it, you have to leave.
MICHAEL: What! Come on man, look at the kiddies, look at their faces, would you deny a child happiness?
ROBERT: No of course I wouldn’t, but...
AUDREY: Children! Huh! They’re behaving like animals, look at them.
MICHAEL: Animals is it? Now I wouldn’t go letting the wife hear you say that.
AUDERY: I speak as I find, look at the mess, there’s horse muck all over.
MICHAEL: Now I happen to know that’s good for the grass, and the horses will cut the grass for you.
IRENE COMES BACK
IRENE: The little bleeder’s too fast for me, I’ll tan his arse later you just see if I don’t, right I’ll get the dinner on...can I get you two a cup of tea?
AUDREY: No certainly not...and you’re not stopping here so I wouldn’t bother preparing a meal.
IRENE: Not stopping! Jesus Michael Lowther have you not sorted it out yet? How about we join in this harchery thing?
ROBERT: Sorry?
IRENE: What times the kick off? My Michael here’s a dab hand with the bows and harrows.
ROBERT: You mean you shoot?
MICHAEL: Well I like a game of darts; sure it can’t be that different.
AUDREY: No! Out of the question...now I suggest you pack your things and leave, and take your filthy disgusting children with you.
IRENE: What’s that you say?
MICHAEL: Now hold on there woman. (To Irene)
IRENE: Hold on! I’ll rip her head off talking like that about my children.
ROBERT: Let’s just calm down here, we don’t want any violence.
IRENE: Then put her back in the kennel and tell her to leave us be.
ROBERT: Kennel! Don’t you talk about my wife as though she were a dog...you...you good for nothing low life?
MICHAEL: Low life is it? (Michael begins to push Robert) I’ll give you low life.
IRENE: Now see what you’ve done! (To Audrey) You’ve got your man all beat up and battered...Let him alone Michael Lowther! (Irene gets between the two men) low life? You can stick your harchery and harrows where the sun don’t shine.
(Irene nuts Robert, he falls to the floor in agony)
AUDREY: Agh! Help! Help! Call the police.
IRENE: Right! I’ll get that dinner on.