GNO Dir's Draft 03_11_10 Script

INT. LOBBY -- THE RITZ - MOMENTS LATER
Pryce grabs Burridge. Man-handles him to the main doors. *
BURRIDGE *
What the hell are you doing? *
PRYCE *
Saving our bloody service careers. *
Losing a princess qualifies as a *
cock up, wouldn’t you say? *
(then) *
The concierge reckons he saw her
heading off with a bunch of Navy
boys. Now come on.
BURRIDGE *
Oh, so you’re quite happy to *
abandon the future Queen of England *
here? She’s still checking
upstairs.
Pryce absorbs this. *
PRYCE *
Shit. *
BURRIDGE *
You find Margaret. I’ll stay here - *
I can’t see Elizabeth wandering *
off, but just in case. *
Burridge shoves Pryce onto the street. Sees him disappear, *
then saunters back towards the bar - rubbing his hands. *
BURRIDGE *
Now. Where’s my pretty Jenny Wren? *
I/E. NO. 14 BUS -- PICCADILLY - MOMENTS LATER
Elizabeth emerges onto the top deck. Packed, smoky and
cheerful.
She looks for an empty seat.
There’s just one. Only it’s not completely empty. It’s
occupied by a khaki jacket.
Dozing alongside is a SOLDIER. Elizabeth COUGHS. He continues
dozing.
ELIZABETH
Excuse me.
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