The Ploughman's Lunch Page #11
- R
- Year:
- 1983
- 107 min
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JEREMY:
On the torture of very small
children, but don't start telling
JAMES:
Hold those rights.
JEREMY:
Tame those rights...you know, we're
even freighting in a couple of
exiled Argie trade unionists from
Paris for a TV tie in. One of
them had his balls tap-danced on
by the secret police. The other
one had to be hosed off the wall
of his cell after the police-- yes
my good man?
A muscular COACH in a tracksuit, is rapping on the glass
door. And opening it. He wears a towel around his neck.
JEREMY:
I'm sorry. This is a private
conversation. You'll have to wait
outside.
COACH:
You can't smoke in here. This is
a squash court.
JEREMY:
Well we booked it for a smoke,
didn't we James?
JAMES:
And we're not quiet finished.
COACH:
Come on. Out!
A few players have gathered to watch outside.
JEREMY:
The court is ours for another half
hour. Please run along.
The coach advances into the court, picks up their rackets
and stands over them. He pushes a racket under Jermey's
chin.
COACH:
I said, out.
JAMES:
On the other hand, we might be
more comfortable at the bar. I've
got some news on Suez.
JEREMY:
(racket still under
his chin)
A serious drunk might be of use, I
suppose.
INT. JAMES' FLAT - MORNING
James adjusts his tie in the mirror. The PHONE RINGS, Lay
over James's voice into SCENES 38 and 39.
JAMES:
Ohm hello, Dad, I've been meaning
to phone you. How is she?...Oh...in
the night?...Oh God. What does
the doctor say?...Look, I will, I
will. I promise. But it's
impossible at the moment, now with
the crisis on. I'm working night
and day...Look, tell her I'll come
as soon as I can. I promise...Look,
Dad, I've got to dash. Give her
my love. Yes...bye.
EXT. BRIXTON - DAY
James walks down a Brixton street, down a narrow road to a
set of lock-up garages. A group of black kids are playing
football here. James steps round puddles, careful not to
muddy his shoes. He scowls at the kids and unlocks his
garage.
James backs his car out of the garage. An early sixties
Jaguar saloon. He gets to close to the garage door. The
game of football rages around his car, as if it was not
there.
EXT. CAR WASH - DAY
Ten minutes later. A car wash. From the driver's POV we
SEE the revolving brushes advance and engulf the car.
The phone conversation ends. James reaches down and pushes
a tape into the car tape deck. We will HEAR the recording
all through James's journey to SCENE 41.
LECTURER (V.O.)
(from tape)
You see, if we talk of a nation,
like an individual, we can also
speak of it acting deceitfully.
Britain and France had entered
into a secret agreement with the
Arabs' deadly enemy, the Israelis.
initialled by the Foreign Secretary,
Selwyn Lloyd on about October 23,
at Sevres. The Israelis were to
attack Egypt on an agreed date.
British planes based in Cyprus
were to precision bomb Egyptian
airfields to protect Israeli cities
from retaliation. After putting
out an ultimatum to both side to
withdraw to ten miles from the
Canal, which of course the Egyptians
would have to ignore since the
Canal is 100 miles inside their
territory, the British and the
French would invade on the pretext
of 'separating the combatants'.
That became something of a catch
phrase - 'Separating the
combatants'.
EXT. CITY - DAY
James's car makes its way through the city.
EXT. M11 MOTORWAY - DAY
An hour later. The M11. James's car speeds away from us.
An hour and a half later. James drives along a country
road.
EXT. THE BARRINGTON HOUSE - DAY
A small BOY, TOM, peers over a wall at James's car as it
sweeps into the drive.
INT. LIBRARY - DAY
Five minutes later. The Barrington house. The library.
James waits alone. The house stands in its own grounds -
an old rectory, spacious, but not over-grand. Much charm.
19th and 20th Century oil paintings, a serious reader's
library. Pleasant disorder, but no squalor. There is one
housekeeper.
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