The Ploughman's Lunch Page #14
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- Year:
- 1983
- 107 min
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ANN:
I wish you wouldn't drive so fast,
Mat, dearest.
MATHEW:
I'll get a bike. I promise. Hi!
Just off?
Matthew and James shake hands over the car doors.
ANN:
Matthew my husband. James. James
is coming to stay next weekend.
MATHEW:
Very good. Well, I'll see you
then.
He strides away with Tom.
MATHEW:
Come on, Tom. Let's see if we can
get this thing working.
James pulls away. Ann stands watching him till he is out
of sight, and a little longer after that.
EXT. A149 ROAD - DAY
Ten minutes later. James drives along the A149 near Clay.
He has the window wide open, the radio on. The great
expanse of salt marsh is to his right. The huge sky. The
mood is triumphant.
EXT. CENTRAL NORFOLK - DAY
Half an hour later. A lonely road in central Norfolk.
James brings the car to a sudden halt. He switches off
the engine. In the silence we are able to hear the car
cassette player. As it plays, James walks round the car
till he finds his flat tyre. He rummages with growing ill-
temper in the boot. Two cases of empty wine bottles, a
mildewed towel and swimming trunks, but no jack.
LECTURER (V.O.)
(from tape)
There was a real desire on the
British part to appear virtuous
while behaving aggressively, and
the pursuit of virtue led to many
lies being told, most notable the
Prime Minister's in the House of
Commons on December 20 when he
said that there was 'no
foreknowledge that Israel would
attack Egypt'. Perhaps we should
reverse the question and ask
ourselves to what extent individuals
behave like governments, who are
bound to act in the national
interest which in turn is rarely
separable from the government's
interest, or that of the class it
represents...
Furious, he goes to the front of the car and snaps off the
tape machine, and stands jiggling his keys in the vast
silence.
A minute later. James sets off. The immensity of the
landscape, the incongruousness of his clothes...
EXT. LONELY ROAD - DAY
James, walking.
EXT. ROAD THROUGH WOOD - DAY
The road passes through a wood. When BETTY speaks, it
surprises both James and us.
She stands at the head of a little grass track that leads
into a wood. She carries a plastic carrier bag. She is
almost childlike in her friendliness.
BETTY:
Are you the man from the BBC?
JAMES:
What?
BETTY:
Sorry. I didn't mean to frighten
you. I thought you must be from
the BBC.
(she advances)
We've been waiting, see. And you
don't exactly look like a farmer.
I'm Betty.
They shake hands.
JAMES:
James Penfield.
BETTY:
Come and meet the others. They've
been waiting for you.
EXT. WOODS. AIRFIELD PERIMETER - DAY
James follows Betty through the woods. A rumbling and
whining noise increases in violence and becomes deafening
once they leave the wood and cross open ground towards a
Military Air Base. The Peace Camp is near the perimeter
fence. A ramshackle collection of tents, caravans, a tepee
and a rough wooden shelter which is the communal area. A
fire burns here. Various peace signs, Women's Movement
sign and slogan. ('Fight War, Not Wars', etc.)
Three women are sitting around the fire. A little further
off a MAN is chopping wood. One of the women, CARMEN, is
over sixty. The other two are in their thirties. The
man, PETE, is a vintage hippy. A good mix of regional
accents among the campers. Betty leads James to the fire.
BETTY:
I found a man from the BBC, but
he's not the man.
CARMEN:
Never mind. We'll just have to
make do. Would you like a cup of
tea? Jill, give the young man
your cup.
JAMES:
(Dodging smoke from
the fire)
Thank you.
CARMEN:
Sit on that log, dear.
JILL:
Be careful though, it wobbles.
The others laugh.
JAMES:
Er, listen, I... I've got a
puncture. I wondered if I might
borrow a jack.
JILL AND CAROL:
Pete!
JAMES:
Sorry to be a nuisance.
Pete ambles over. Inscrutable behind much hair. He
registers no awareness of James. He smokes a roll-up.
CARMEN:
Pete, do we have a jack?
Pete inhales, considers and nods almost imperceptibly.
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