Westwood, Eastgate, Bretton, New England
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A pale sun hangs in a grey midwinter sky above an electrical superstore. A sign above the door reads PC WORLD. A young man walks out of the sliding doors. He is wearing a black beanie, baggy trousers and red PC WORLD sweatshirt. Around his neck hangs a walkie-talkie. We follow him as he makes his way through the mostly empty carpark, lined with bare trees, to a distant corner where a mobile takeaway van is sat. On the side of the van door, crudely painted, is the name, Burgervan Man. Burgervan Man is leaning on the serving counter - a hatch cut into the panel of the van - looking bored.
Man: Alright?
Burgervan Man: Not bad, busy for a Thursday.
Man: Yeah?
Burgervan Man: Fire alarm in Allied Carpets. What can I get you?
Man: Hotdog
Burgervan Man: Chips?
Man: Not today.
Burgervan Man: Porn?
Man: Sorry?
Burgervan Man: Dutch, German, hardcore whatever. Gay?
Man: Just the hotdog please.
Burgervan Man: Suit yourself.
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