INT. HOUSE - NIGHT
WOMAN IS LYING IN BED, READING.
F/X: SOUND OF THE FRONT DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING.
MAN (GERALD) (OOV):
Honey, I'm home!
WOMAN:
Gerald! You're late again. Tell me you didn't get into another fight at work.
GERALD (STILL OOV)
Darling, it's not my fault. The youths these days need teaching some manners. They always come to the chip shop drunk and start a fight
GERALD WALKS IN, COVERED IN EGG AND CRUMBS
GERALD:
Anyway, I really battered them this time.