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34.<br />
EDWARD<br />
Just a club... to hear John Mayall and<br />
the Blues...<br />
FLORENCE<br />
Is he famous?<br />
EDWARD<br />
Very. But I only heard the support<br />
band. I went with his chap, cleverest<br />
person in our year, fantastically<br />
intellectual, you know, thick glasses,<br />
rather short, knew everything, knew<br />
everyone. Harold Mather. I don’t know<br />
what he was doing there. He hated loud<br />
music...<br />
Like me.<br />
FLORENCE<br />
EDWARD<br />
Even more than you. I think he was<br />
just curious. Anyway, I really admired<br />
Harold. I wanted him to take me<br />
seriously. I wanted him to publish my<br />
stuff in his magazine...<br />
44 INT. BLUES CLUB. NIGHT.<br />
44<br />
April 1960. The support band on stage coming to the climax of<br />
their set with the final bars of a blues standard (Sweet Home<br />
Chicago etc).<br />
In the crowd we find EDWARD engrossed in the music. At his side<br />
is HAROLD, not enjoying himself one bit, wincing at the guitar’s<br />
high notes, glancing around.<br />
CUT TO:<br />
Ten minutes later. Between sets. EDWARD, HAROLD and some other<br />
university friends, TED, BOB, JACK, are at the bar.<br />
TED<br />
She wasn’t having it. And everyone<br />
told me she was putting out...<br />
There are knowing guffaws. HAROLD is only faintly amused.
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