Razzamatazz

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24.   CAR INTERIOR.   DAY.
EMILY:
(SUDDENLY COMES TO A DECISION) Take the next turning on the left!
ROBERT:
I thought you said Wood Street? That’s straight on, surely?
EMILY:
We have to make a quick call at my house. I’ve had an idea.
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25.   EXT.   EMILY’S HOUSE.   DAY.
THE ZODIAC IS PARKED OUTSIDE EMILY’S FRONT DOOR, THE ENGINE RUNNING.
EMILY EMERGES FROM HER HOUSE, CARRYING A LONG LENGTH OF WHITE SILK RIBBON. SHE QUICKLY DECORATES THE BONNET OF THE ZODIAC WITH IT, TYING ONE END ROUND A WING MIRROR, THREADING IT THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN WIPERS AND BACK TO THE OTHER WING MIRROR, FORMING AN INVERTED ‘V’. ROBERT WATCHES HER THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN, SMILES HIS  APPROVAL. THEN SHE JUMPS BACK IN THE CAR.
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26.   CAR INTERIOR.   DAY.
EMILY:
I remembered I had it left over from our float decoration for the May Queen.
ROBERT:
It looks just the ticket.
HE QUICKLY PUTS ON ERIC’S CHAUFFEURS CAP.
ROBERT:
(CONT) And how about this?
EMILY:
(DELIGHTED) Where did you get that?
ROBERT:
It was on the back seat; Eric must have left it there. Now we really look the business.
EMILY:
I can’t wait to see Myra’s face.
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27.   EXT.   EMILY’S HOUSE.   DAY.
THE ZODIAC MOVES OFF.
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28.   EXT.   A CHURCH.   DAY.
LS OF THE CHURCH. THE ZODIAC IS PARKED ON THE ROAD OUTSIDE. THE BELLS START TO RING OUT.
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29.   EXT.   OUTSIDE THE CHURCH
THE HAPPY BRIDE, MYRA, AND BRIDEGROOM, BILLY, EMERGE FROM THE CHURCH DOORWAY. WEDDING GUESTS THROW CONFETTI OVER THEM.
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30.   EXT.   ROAD OUTSIDE CHURCH.   DAY.
 

ROBERT IS STANDING SMARTLY BY THE ZODIAC HOLDING ONE OF THE REAR DOORS OPEN. EMILY IS STANDING BY.
MYRA AND BILLY APPEAR ON THE SCENE. MYRA PLANTS A GRATEFUL KISS ON ROBERT.
MYRA:
Thanks ever so much Mr Street. I’ll never forget this.
ROBERT:
My pleasure Myra.
MYRA:
You too Emily. We’re ever so grateful.
ROBERT:
(GESTURES FOR THEM TO GET IN THE CAR) Shall we get you to the reception then?
MYRA AND BILLY GET INTO THE ZODIAC. ROBERT GETS BEHIND THE WHEEL. EMILY GETS IN THE PASSENGER SEAT.
31.   EXT.   THE ROYAL HOTEL FORECOURT, HAYFIELD.   DAY.
THE ZODIAC PULLS UP OUTSIDE THE HOTEL ENTRANCE. ROBERT AND EMILY GET OUT. ROBERT OPENS THE REAR DOOR. MYRA AND BILLY GET OUT.
MYRA:
You’ll come in for a drink will you Mr Street? You as well Emily?
ROBERT:
We couldn’t leave without toasting the happy couple, Myra. But just the one mind, then we must be off. I have to get Emily to Oldham.
EMILY:
(SURPRISED) What?
ROBERT:
What time do you usually get there?
EMILY:
Well about half twelve-ish usually. But…you’ve no need, really.
ROBERT:
Nonsense. (GLANCES AT HIS WATCH) It’s only just turned twelve. We can be there for one.
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31.   EXT.   THE ROYAL HOTEL FORECOURT, HAYFIELD.   DAY.
THE ZODIAC DRIVES OFF.
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32.   CAR INTERIOR.   DAY.
ROBERT REMOVES THE CHAUFFEURS CAP AND TOSSES IT ON THE BACK SEAT.
ROBERT:
Well it all seemed to go very well.
EMILY:
Yes. I’m ever so grateful, Mr Street. For you taking me to Oldham. And for all you’ve already done of course.
ROBERT:
The very least I could do, Emily. I wasn’t doing anything else anyway. Well I would have been taking Dawn to Kendals I suppose but we managed to sort that out. To tell you the truth I’d rather be going to Oldham than Kendals, I think the world of Dawn but her, me and shops…… (SHUDDERS)
EMILY:
Well you must just drop me off, there’s no need to wait for me.
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33.   EXT.   SUBURBAN ROAD   DAY.
 

THE ZODIAC IS DRIVING ALONG.
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34.   CAR INTERIOR.   DAY.
ROBERT:
(A THOUGHT) Have you never thought of getting married Emily?
EMILY:
(TAKEN BY SURPRISES) Me Mr Street?
ROBERT:
Is the idea that unthinkable? You’d make someone a lovely wife. You can’t tell me you’ve never considered it.
EMILY:
Well…..yes. But the right man hasn’t come along, as they say.
ROBERT:
Well I’m sure he will one day. I had to wait for ages myself. I was forty two before I met Dawn. It’s my second time of course.
EMILY:
Yes.
ROBERT:
You wouldn’t know my first wife. Donna. (TAKES A MOMENT TO REMINISCE) Sweet Donna. I could talk to her about anything. (REALISES) Like I can with you in a way. (A THOUGHT) She wasn’t a bit like Dawn. Talk about chalk and cheese. Funny how a man can be attracted to two women so totally different, isn’t it.
EMILY:
It was a traffic accident wasn’t it? Donna?
ROBERT:
Hit and run. She was only thirty. Me a year older. I was devastated. Absolutely devastated. For years. Then one day right out of the blue Dawn came along and…..Well the moment I saw her I knew she was the one. I knew that I loved her. (CHUCKLES) Well I must do, I take her to the opera.
EMILY:
Oh I love the opera.
ROBERT:
Really? I don’t. Fat people singing when they’re dying; it goes right by me. Yes it can only be love that makes me put myself through that.
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16.   INT. ROBERT’S OFFICE.   DAY.
ROBERT IS SEATED AT HIS DESK. EMILY POPS HER HEAD ROUND THE DOOR.
EMILY:
The presentation Mr Street.
ROBERT:
(CHECKS HIS WATCH). Is it that time already? (EMBARRASSED) I wonder what’s happened to Dawn?  She hasn’t arrived has she?
EMILY:
Not that I know of.
ROBERT:
No, she’d have come straight up to the office. (AT A LOSS) She definitely knows it’s at four thirty. She must have got held up somehow.
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17.   CAR INTERIOR.   DAY.
DAWN AND ERIC ARE HAVING TORRID SEX, DAWN STRADDLING HIM, ERIC HOLDING HER UP.
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18   INT.   EMILY’S BEDROOM.   DAY.
 

EMILY, DRESSED TO GO OUT, STANDING AT A DRESSING TABLE, IS. THERE IS A SUDDEN LOUD BANGING ON THE FRONT DOOR. SHE GOES TO THE WINDOW, PULLS ASIDE THE NET CURTAIN.
EMILY’S P.O.V.
STANDING AT THE DOOR IS A VERY AGITATED-LOOKING MOLLY, DRESSED IN HER MATRON OF HONOUR OUTFIT.
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19.   EXT.   EMILY’S HOUSE.   DAY.
 

THE HOUSE IS IN THE MIDDLE OF A TWO UP TWO DOWN TERRACE. EMILY OPENS THE SASH WINDOW. THE NOISE MAKES MOLLY LOOK UP.
EMILY:
(SURPRISED) Molly?
MOLLY;
Emily. Thank God. We’re in big trouble. It’s Myra, the wedding.
EMILY:
Whatever is it?
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20.   EXT.   EMILY’S HOUSE.   DAY.
MOLLY IS WAITING FITFULLY. THE FRONT DOOR OPENS AND EMILY EMERGES.
MOLLY:
I’d do it myself but I thought it would carry more weight coming from you. And Myra.
EMILY:
Just tell everyone not to worry. Especially Myra. I’m sure everything will be all right.
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21.  EXT.   OUTSIDE ROBERT’S HOUSE.   DAY
 

EMILY, HALF RUNNING AND A LITTLE BREATHLESS PULLS UP AT THE FRONT DOOR, SHE RINGS THE BELL, KEEPING HER FINGER ON THE BELL PUSH SO THAT IT RINGS CONTINUALLY. A FEW SECONDS GO BY THEN AN ANNOYED-LOOKING DAWN ANSWERS THE DOOR.
DAWN:
All right, all right, where’s the fire…? (SHE RECOGNISES EMILY AND PULLS A FACE). Oh it’s you.
EMILY:
Could I see Mr Street, please?
DAWN:
(PROTESTS) On a Saturday? It’s Saturday.
EMILY:
I know, but it’s an emergency. Please, I wouldn’t be asking only….
DAWN:
(GRUDGINGLY)  Oh all right, you’d better come in I suppose. But it had better be serious.
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22   INT.   ROBERT’S SITTING ROOM.   DAY
 

ROBERT IS SEATED IN AN EASY CHAIR. HE GETS UP WHEN DAWN ENTERS THE ROOM FOLLOWED BY EMILY.
ROBERT:
Emily? Is there something wrong?
EMILY:
I’m sorry to bother you Mr Street but it’s Myra Fielding. She’s been let down by the taxi firm she hired for the wedding, they double booked and she’s got nothing to get to the wedding in. And I was thinking….well it’s a big favour to ask but would it be possible for your chauffeur to drive her to the church in your new car?
BEFORE ROBERT CAN FRAME AN ANSWER DAWN LEAPS IN.
DAWN:
What? I’ve only been in it once myself! Can you believe this Robert? Well I give her ten out of ten for cheek.
ROBERT:
Hold on a minute Dawn, Myra has been a loyal servant to me and it’s the biggest day in her life.
EMILY:
So it’s all right then? He can do it?
ROBERT:
Well it isn’t as easy as that. Eric doesn’t usually work Saturdays and he might not be available. I’ll have to get in touch with him and…..(COMES TO A DECISION)….no. I’ll drive.
EMILY:
You Mr Street? Oh, thanks ever so much
DAWN:
(CUTTING IN OVER EMILY) You, Robert? You drive?
ROBERT:
Well I don’t see why not. I won’t be as smart-looking as Eric but…
EMILY:
Myra will be ever so grateful Mr Street.
ROBERT:
I’ll just get my jacket.
DURING THE DIALOGUE BETWEEN ROBERT AND EMILY DAWN HAS BEEN SCHEMING
DAWN:
And what if I want to go out?
ROBERT:
Sorry?
DAWN:
What if I want to go out?
ROBERT:
Do you?
DAWN:
Yes. I want you to take me into Manchester, to Kendals to look at bedroom furniture.
ROBERT:
You never said.
DAWN:
I was going to.
ROBERT:
(GRIMACES) You see if you could drive, if you’d learned to drive like I suggested, you could have taken the Morris, then we wouldn’t have this problem.
DAWN:
I don’t want to drive, Robert. I want to be driven. I understood that was why we had a chauffeur. And there isn’t a problem.
ROBERT:
Not a problem? Myra hasn’t got a car to get her to church for her wedding, Dawn.
DAWN:
Well it isn’t my fault somebody’s let her down.
ROBERT QUICKLY THINKS IT THROUGH.
ROBERT:
What time’s the wedding, Emily?
EMILY:
Eleven-o-clock. St George’s Church.
ROBERT:
(TO DAWN) I’d be back by twelve, comfortably.
DAWN:
It would be too late then, there wouldn’t be time, I’m playing tennis with Debbie at two.
ROBERT SPREADS HIS HANDS, AT A LOSS. DAWN LETS HIM SWEAT FOR A MOMENT OR TWO THEN –
DAWN:
(HELPFULLY)There might be a way out.
ROBERT:
Yes?
DAWN:
Well if I could have the car on Monday afternoon I could go to Kendals then.
ROBERT:
Yes. Have it.
EMILY:
Eric is driving you to Nottingham on Monday to see about the Mears Hotel Group contract.
ROBERT:
Cancel it. (GRABS EMILY BY THE ARM) Come on then Emily, we don’t want to keep the vicar waiting do we.
THEY RUSH FROM THE ROOM. DAWN WATCHES THEM GO.  THEN TREATS HERSELF TO A SELF-SATISFIED SMIRK.
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23.   EXT.   SUBURBAN STREET.   DAY.
THE ZODIAC IS TRAVELLING ALONG, ROBERT AT THE WHEEL, EMILY IN THE PASSENGER SEAT.
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9.   EXT.   OUTSIDE ROBERT’S HOUSE.   DAY.
 

THE ZODIAC PULLS UP OUTSIDE THE FRONT DOOR. THE HORN SOUNDS. ERIC GETS OUT OF THE CAR, GOES ROUND TO THE REAR PASSENGER DOOR, OPENS IT WIDE, STANDS TO ATTENTION WITH IS HAND ON THE HANDLE. DAWN COMES OUT OF THE HOUSE, PULLING ON HER GLOVES. SHE WALKS TO THE CAR RATHER GRANDLY, IGNORING ERIC COMPLETELY. ERIC SALUTES SMARTLY. SHE ACKNOWLEDGES THIS WITH A CURT NOD.
DAWN:
Good afternoon, Eric.
ERIC:
Good afternoon, Madam.
SHE GETS INTO THE CAR. ERIC CLOSES THE DOOR, GETS BEHIND THE WHEEL.
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10.   CAR INTERIOR.   DAY.
DAWN’S P.O.V. ERIC TURNS TO HER.
ERIC:
The usual, Madam?
DAWN:
The usual.
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11.   EXT.   OUTSIDE ROBERT’S HOUSE.   DAY.
 

 

THE ZODIAC DRIVES OFF.
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12.   EXT.   COUNTRYSIDE.   DAY.
 

THE ZODIAC TURNS OFF THE MAIN ROAD INTO A COUNTRY LANE. FIFTY YARDS ON IT PULLS IN ONTO THE GRASS VERGE AT THE SIDE. ERIC GETS OUT OF THE CAR, GETS INTO THE BACK SEAT WITH DAWN.
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13.   CAR INTERIOR.   DAY.
ERIC LOOKS AT DAWN, SMILES. SHE RETURNS THE SMILE. THEY EMBRACE, NOT TAKING THEIR EYES OFF EACH OTHER.
DAWN:
I’ve always wanted to be fucked on the back seat of a car with leopard skin upholstery.
ERIC:
I’ve always wanted to fuck somebody on the back seat of a car with leopard skin upholstery.
DAWN:
Well get fucking then.
THEY START TO HAVE SEX.
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14.   INT.   EMILY’S OFFICE.   DAY.
 

EMILY AND MOLLY ARE AT THEIR DESKS, ENJOYING A COFFEE BREAK.
MOLLY:
Church gives her a headache? How can a church give somebody a headache? (A THOUGHT) Could be the loud singing I suppose; our Vera used to complain of getting headaches when she used to go to the Sally Army. Mind you she was going out with the bloke who played the big drum. But that’s the Sally Army, they don’t belt out the songs in church like they do at the Sally Army, so I wouldn’t have thought it was that that gave her a headache.
EMILY:
I could hazard a guess that church didn’t give her a headache the day she married Mr Street.
MOLLY:
Probably the roof falls on her head whenever she steps inside, that would give her a headache. I wouldn’t wonder it did, the way she carries on. Hot arsed cow.
EMILY:
(SHOCKED) Molly!
MOLLY:
Well she is. She’d go with anybody in trousers. Not that their trousers would stay on
for long if I know her.
EMILY:
I’ve heard talk myself that she’s only as good as she should be, I must admit.
MOLLY:
She’s nowhere near as good as she should be. We were in the same class at school. She was never away from the lads. The teachers weren’t safe either. Talk about the school bike. (MEANINGFULLY) And now Eric Berry is the chauffeur.
EMILY:
You don’t think …..?
MOLLY:
Think? Putting Dawn anywhere near Eric is like putting a mouse and cheese in the same room.
EMILY:
It’s Mr Street I feel sorry for. That sort of thing ….. well it’s just unforgivable.
MOLLY:
You don’t think he suspects anything do you?
EMILY:
No; he thinks butter wouldn’t melt. To tell you the truth I hope he never will suspect anything, it would break his heart.
MOLLY:
(A THOUGHT) You know I’ve always thought you and Mr Street would make a nice couple.
EMILY:
(AMAZED) Me and Mr Street?
MOLLY:
Don’t act so surprised; you’d be perfect for each other.
EMILY:
It’s me you’re talking to, Molly. Emily Shields. Plain spinster of this parish, forty and countiung.
MOLLY:
So?
EMILY:
Well you’ve seen Dawn. You’ve seen the type Mr Street goes for.
MOLLY:
Yes but you never saw his first wife, did you. She was just like you, in her ways.
Dead straight, no airs and graces like Miss Hoity Toity. She looked a bit like you too. And she was his secretary for years before……..
THIS IS ALL NEWS TO EMILY AND SHE TAKES A SECOND OR TWO TO TAKE IT IN BEFORE GLANCING AT THE WALL CLOCK WHICH IS SHOWING TWENTY FIVE MINUTES PAST FOUR.
EMILY:
Twenty five past, we’d better get down to the canteen for the presentation. I’ll tell Mr Street.
SHE GETS UP.
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15.   CAR INTERIOR DAY.
RESUME ON DAWN AND ERIC. THEY ARE ENJOYING POST COITAL CIGARETTES.
ERIC GLANCES AT HIS WATCH.
ERIC:
We’d best be getting back.
DAWN:
No. (SHE EXTINGUISHES THE CIGARETTE) Fuck me again.
ERIC:
Jesus Dawn we’ve done it twice.
DAWN:
It’s this leopard skin. It brings out the animal in me.
ERIC:
I’ll bring Jungle Jim with me the next time.
DAWN:
(SMILES) Do that. But in the meantime I’ll have to manage with you.
SHE POUNCES ON HIM.
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6.   EXT.   OUTSIDE ROBERT’S HOUSE.   DAY.
 

 
A LARGE DETACHED HOUSE, THE HOME OF A SUCCESSFUL BUSINESSMAN.
THE ZODIAC DRAWS UP IN THE DRIVE OUTSIDE THE FRONT DOOR. ERIC GETS OUT, GOES ROUND TO THE PASSENGER SIDE, OPENS THE REAR DOOR. AS ROBERT GETS OUT OF THE CAR HIS WIFE DAWN, EXPENSIVELY DRESSED AND COIFFED AS USUAL, OPENS THE FRONT DOOR, BEAMS AT THE SIGHT OF THE CAR, CLASPING HER HANDS together.
ROBERT:
Well, what do you think darling?
DAWN:
(DELIGHTED) It’s lovely, Robert. Lovely.
SHE TROTS TO JOIN ROBERT AT THE CAR.
DAWN:
(CLAPS HER HANDS TOGETHER) Isn’t it swish!
SHE PLANTS A KISS ON ROBERT THEN LOOKS INSIDE THE CAR AT THE UPHOLSTERY. HER FACE LIGHTS UP EVEN MORE.
DAWN:
Just look at that leopard-skin upholstery!
ROBERT:
You better hadn’t wear your leopard-skin coat, I’ll never find you.
DAWN:
(AT FIRST SHE THINKS HE IS SERIOUS, THEN REALISES HE IS JOKING. SHE PUSHES HIM PLAYFULLY) You!
ROBERT:
Shall we go for a spin in it? (TO ERIC) You’re not in a hurry to get away are you Eric?
ERIC:
Not at all Mr Street.
ROBERT:
(TO DAWN) Come on, get in, we’ll drive up to Buxton, see how she tackles Long Hill.
DAWN:
No. No it’s all right, Robert. I’ll save it until tomorrow afternoon when I go shopping.
ROBERT:
Whatever you say darling.
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7.   INT.   ROBERT’S DINING ROOM.   DAY.
ROBERT AND DAWN ARE AT THE TABLE. THEIR MEAL OVER, THEY ARE ENJOYING A GLASS OF WINE.
ROBERT:
(MUSES) It beats me why you don’t have everything delivered.
DAWN:
What? What delivered?
ROBERT:
The shopping. (HAS TO EXPLAIN) You mentioned you’d be going out shopping in the car tomorrow. I mean you could have everything delivered, like they do next door. It would be less trouble for you.
DAWN:
You can’t just have new dresses and shoes delivered Robert; you have to try them on, see what you look like in the mirror. Silly.
ROBERT:
I was thinking more the food shopping.
DAWN:
I do the food shopping at the same time I’m doing my clothes and accessories shopping. Anyway I thought we agreed I could have the chauffer to take me shopping Wednesday and Friday afternoons.
ROBERT:
We did. It’s just that occasionally I could do with him taking me somewhere on Wednesday and Friday afternoons….. and if you had the shopping delivered you wouldn’t have any need of him.
DAWN:
I hope you’re not trying to stop me using the car to do my shopping in, Robert Street?
ROBERT:
No! Would I? I was just thinking it might be easier for you.
DAWN:
I enjoy my trips out to the shops on Wednesday and Friday afternoons.
ROBERT:
That’s fine then darling.
SILENCE FOR A MOMENT OR TWO. THEN A THOUGHT STRIKES ROBERT.
ROBERT:
The chauffeur, Dawn?
DAWN:
What about him?
ROBERT:
Well…..I mean he hasn’t ever tried it on with you, has he?
DAWN:
Tried it on?
ROBERT:
You know….
DAWN:
(REALISES WHAT HE MEANS. IS OUTRAGED) He hadn’t better! The idea! What on earth makes you say that?
ROBERT:
It was just something Emily said.
DAWN:
(PULLS A FACE) Oh. Miss Efficiency. What did she say exactly?
ROBERT:
Just that she’s heard he was a bit of a lad where the ladies are concerned.
DAWN:
Well he’s certainly never tried anything on with me. Probably office tittle tattle if you ask me.
ROBERT:
Probably.
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8.   INT.   ROBERT’S OFFICE.   DAY.
ROBERT IS SEATED AT HIS DESK. EMILY COMES IN, PAD AND PENCIL IN HAND, SITS DOWN OPPOSITE HIM.
ROBERT:
So what’s on the agenda today Emily?
EMILY:
(WITHOUT REFERRING TO HER PAD) You’re seeing Mr Martin from Stoddard’s at ten – he’ll be wanting a discount for early settlement, don’t give him one, the last time you did that they paid up later than ever. At eleven you’re due at Marks to see their Mr Jameson – I’ve done the estimate, it’s on your desk. You’re taking Mr Fielding to lunch at 12.30, the Royal Hotel, he’s a vegetarian, it won’t do you any harm at all if you order a vegetarian meal too; the nut cutlet is best. And at three Mr Sears from Kossof Carpets is coming to see you about their new range – Kossof Carpets were Clearway Carpets before they went bankrupt last year so be very careful.
ROBERT:
9LOOKS AT HER ADMIRINGLY) How long have you been with me now Emily?
EMILY:
(THINKS FOR A MOMENT) Well I moved here in nineteen sixty three, so….it must be nearly two years now.
ROBERT:
How ever did I manage without you?
EMILY:
Well you managed well enough to build up a successful business, apparently.
ROBERT:
I’d have done it quicker if I’d found you sooner, my word would I. Well I want you to know that you’re very much appreciated.
EMILY:
I know I am Mr Street. And thank you very much. (REMEMBERS) Oh, don’t forget that Myra Fielding is leaving today to get married. You’re presenting her with her leaving present. The bridegroom’s name is Billy. Four thirty in the canteen.
ROBERT:
Little Myra Fielding, eh. It doesn’t seem five minutes since she joined us straight from school. (A THOUGHT) I’ve given her a cheque have I?
EMILY:
A hundred pounds. Far too much.
ROBERT:
Not for a pretty bride. (A THOUGHT) You remembered to mention to her she could have my caravan for the honeymoon? Because I don’t remember hearing anything.
EMILY:
They’re going to Blackpool. She said to tell you thanks all the same.
ROBERT:
Only she’d be very welcome. That goes for any of the staff getting married.
EMILY:
You’re invited you to the wedding I believe?
ROBERT:
(LITTLE FLUSTERED)…Er, yes. You’ll be going of course?
EMILY:
No.
ROBERT:
(SURPRISED) Oh?
EMILY:
No, I was invited but it’s the first Saturday of the month and I always go to Oldham to see my mother. It’s something I can’t get out of it; she looks forward to it so, so… (SHRUGS HELPLESSLY)
ROBERT:
It must take a bit of getting to by public transport? Oldham?
EMILY:
Four buses. It’s not so bad as long as you don’t miss a connection. Then….. (MAKES A HOPELESS GESTURE)
ROBERT:
I can imagine.
EMILY:
(BRIGHTENS) Still the office will be well represented, what with Molly being Myra’s Matron of Honour, and you and Mrs Street going.
ROBERT:
(UNCOMFORTABLE) Well actually……
EMILY:
What?
ROBERT:
(EMBARRASSED) Well we won’t be able to make it, sadly. To tell you the truth Dawn doesn’t like weddings.
EMILY:
And it’s a church do of course; and she doesn’t care for churches either does she.
ROBERT:
(SHAKES HIS HEAD) I’d feel a bit awkward on my own you see. (BRIGHTENS) Dawn will be by my side when I make the presentation to Myra though.
EMILY:
That will be nice anyway.
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