INT. THE CRUCIBLE THEATRE
BY THE SIDE OF A SNOOKER TABLE, A PLAYER CHALKS HIS CUE WHILE
SCANNING THE BALLS FOR HIS NEXT SHOT.
IN THE BACKGROUND, BEHIND A 'WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP' BARRIER, THE
CROWD SITS IN SILENT ANTICIPATION.
SUDDENLY THE ENTRANCE DOORS CREAK OPEN AND BANG SHUT AS, OFF
CAMERA, A MAN ENTERS THE THEATRE.
MAN (V.0):
Yeah, that's fine, darlin'. Just fetch us a Carling.
THE CROWD MURMERS AS THE MAN GALLOPS DOWN THE STAIRS UP TO THE
TABLE.
AS THE PLAYER WATCHES OPEN-MOUTHED, THE MAN PUTS 50P ON THE CUSHION.
MAN:
Cheers, pal. Just take your time, no worries.
THE MAN SCRATCHES HIS ARSE THEN WALKS AWAY
