INT. CAFÉ – NIGHT
A POETRY READING. SAT IN THE BACK, A SHIFTY LOOKING MAN IS SCRIBBLING ON PARCHMENT WITH A QUILL.
ONE OF THE OTHER PATRONS CALLS OVER A WAITER AND POINTS OUT THE SCRIBBLER. REALISING HE'S BEEN CLOCKED, THE SCRIBBLER GATHERS UP HIS MATERIALS AND SCARPERS.
WAITER:
Oy! Come back here!
EXT. STREET – DAY
THE SHIFTY MAN HAS A SELECTION OF POETRY BOOKS SPREAD OUT ON A SHEET.
SHIFTY MAN:
Get your poetry, five pounds a pop!