GNO Dir's Draft 03_11_10 Script
GNO Dir's Draft 03_11_10 Script
GNO Dir's Draft 03_11_10 Script
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Behind a desk is ‘Lord’ STAN himself. 50s. A hybrid of<br />
Hollywood gangster and English Gent. His girl - PHOEBE -<br />
lounges, drunk, on a sofa.<br />
Two henchman, ARCHIE and RAYMOND, count up a pile of cash.<br />
ARCHIE<br />
Three hundred tonight. Seven<br />
hundred in total.<br />
STAN<br />
Not enough.<br />
ARCHIE<br />
It’s only a dog, Stan. They can’t<br />
really want twelve hundred?<br />
No one notices Margaret clinging onto the door.<br />
STAN<br />
Only a dog? She won the derby.<br />
She’s royalty.<br />
Stan stares at the framed photo on his desk. Himself, with a<br />
greyhound and a silver trophy. He glares at Archie.<br />
CRASH.<br />
STAN<br />
This is your bleedin’ fault--<br />
Margaret tumbles into the room. Woozy, she looks around.<br />
She keels over.<br />
MARGARET<br />
I’m interrupting. Awfully sorry,<br />
silly me. How do you do? I really<br />
ought be at the Ritz. Is it near?<br />
INT. STAN’S DEN - MOMENTS LATER<br />
Stan crouches beside Margaret. Notes her elegant dress and<br />
stunning jewels.<br />
Margaret’s eyes flicker open.<br />
MARGARET<br />
Oh, hello.<br />
Evening.<br />
STAN<br />
63.
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