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EXT.  Residential street somewhere near Albert Square. The camera is facing the entrance to a modern house. The door is level with the street and set back slightly.

JEAN is in her forties, casually dressed and is using a wheelchair.

JEAN wheels herself up to the door and gets a plastic card out of her bag. She pushes it through the card reader and the door slides open just as DES is walking out to the hallway. DES is also in his forties and casually dressed.

The camera follows JEAN in.

INT. Hallway with vinyl floor.

DES (SNIFFING): What's that smell then. Oh no, not bloody dogshit again?

JEAN: Sorry, can't help it, stuff's all over the bleeding place. I keep getting it on my wheels.

DES: I know. It's bloody disgusting, they should get them bleeding pooper scoopers and clean the stuff up.

JEAN: What you doing then?

DES: Watching the News.

JEAN: Anything happened?

DES: Another of them fucking suicide bombs.

JEAN: Not again! Thought we'd have pulled out by now and left them to it.

DES: I'm going to the caff for a bite, you fancy coming?

JEAN:  No, I thought we could eat in today. Don't think we can afford to go to the caff. The bank's refused me overdraft. Anyway the food's crap there.

DES: Bloody banks. There was summat on Watchdog about them, all them charges and all that. I'll just have a coffee. Catch ya later Darling.

Exit DES.


Cut to the house next door.

INT. living room where DONNA and BRIAN are getting ready to leave. DONNA is wearing a smart trouser suit and BRIAN is in his old jeans and t-shirt, with a combat jacket. They are both in their mid thirties.

BRIAN: Are you ready?

DONNA: Just a minute. I'll check for the key.

BRIAN: No rush, the disabled lady next door's coming.

DONNA: OK, we'll just wait for her to get past.

DONNA finds the key.

DONNA: How long have they been there now? It's been a while. Must be a couple of years.

BRIAN: Yes, something like . . .

DONNA: We'd better go, the car's two streets away. Couldn't find a parking space again. Got the appointment card?

BRIAN: 'ere.

They move out into the hallway. DONNA sets the burglar alarm, opens the front door and they leave, with DONNA locking the door behind her. The camera follows the pair as they walk down the street at a brisk pace.

DONNA: Might as well walk to the station, the car's miles away. I dunno why the clap clinic has to be the other side of town. We've got to waste a whole day thanks to your philandering ways.

BRIAN: Yeah OK, we've been through all that. Wonder what Steve's doing?

DONNA: I don't what that son of ours sees in this trainspotting lark. It's asking for trouble walking around in that anorak. Suppose there's a lot worse things he could be doing. At least he don't go chasing after tarts all the time.

Cut to Victoria tube station where STEVE is going down the escalator and has nearly reached the bottom.

STEVE: Oh shit!

We hear a train come in. The camera follows STEVE as he runs to the platform where the last passengers are cramming themselves into the carriages.

STEVE tries to squeeze into a carriage but the door closes before he can get in, and traps his anorak chord. He tries to free it but it seems to be jammed on something. The train starts moving.

STEVE: Fuck!

He runs with the train, trying to unzip his anorak but the zipper is jammed. He falls and is dragged along. He starts yelling.

STEVE (SHOUTS): Help! (BASHES AT THE SIDE OF THE CARRIAGE): Stop the train! Help!

There is a group of hoodies at the end of the platform. STEVE is dragged relentlessly towards them. The train is still going quite slowly but gradually speeds up; it looks as if STEVE will surely be smashed against the wall at the end of the platform. The camera zooms in as one of the hoodies bravely takes a dive and rescues him.


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