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9.<br />
EDWARD<br />
Oh yes. Here. Thank you.<br />
EDWARD hands over a ten shilling note. He holds FLORENCE’S gaze<br />
as they listen to the trolley retreat down the corridor. They<br />
hear what sounds like a hoot of laughter. We are close on EDWARD<br />
-<br />
10 INT. MAYHEW’S COTTAGE. SITTING ROOM. DAY.<br />
10<br />
July 1961. The hooting sound persists, faintly, growing louder.<br />
EDWARD is sprawled on a tattered sofa in the chaotic sitting<br />
room reading. He registers the sound. His concentration is<br />
breaking. With a resigned sigh he goes to the window.<br />
His POV through the leaded window down the untidy garden in full<br />
bloom. His mother, MARJORIE, is standing under a tree,<br />
completely naked, staring up into the branches, making her<br />
hooting sound.<br />
Oh God...<br />
EDWARD<br />
11 EXT. MAYHEWS’ GARDEN. DAY.<br />
11<br />
EDWARD has put a blanket around MARJORIE’S shoulders and is<br />
escorting her back towards the cottage.<br />
MARJORIE<br />
She was up there, she could hear me.<br />
You know son, she could understand me.<br />
She was listening to me.<br />
EDWARD<br />
I know, I know. But she’d also listen<br />
to you with your clothes on.<br />
MARJORIE<br />
She needs the connection. Now the<br />
nights are shorter she doesn’t sleep<br />
so much.<br />
EDWARD<br />
But she won’t come down.
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