The Ploughman's Lunch Page #3
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- Year:
- 1983
- 107 min
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JEREMY:
In that case, you should meet my
very dear friend, James Penfield.
Brilliant analyst of recent history
and a world authority on the Berlin
Airlift.
James and Susan say "Hi" and shake hands.
SUSAN:
Was that your chapter, then? It
was very good.
JAMES:
Thank you. We met last week, at
the Wajda film. You won't remember.
We didn't actually speak.
SUSAN:
(not remembering)
Yes, that's right. I'm being
terribly rude. Bob? Oh, Bob.
This is Bob Tuckett. Bon was at
Oxford too.
Bob, Jeremy, James all say "Hi". Momentarily enthusiasm
flags, no one speaks. Then the drinks tray is suddenly in
their midst and they all reach out thankfully, with mock
groans of relief and surprise.
An hour later, Guests are leaving. James has got Susan
alone. They descend the stairs. CLOSE ON Susan, a
disparate kind of seriousness.
SUSAN:
I mean, in many ways I'm right
behind the women's movement. But
sometimes I wish they'd get on
with it instead of moaning on.
The office was split right down
the middle. I mean, as a woman I
understood what they were saying,
that current affairs was all about
what men did, but as a human being
and a television researcher, as a
professional , I could just sense
they'd got it all wrong. I could
see there were two paths I could
go down, power or not-power. Down
the not-power path was lot of
sisterly feeling, masochism and
frustration. Down the other path,
I could keep on working. So of
course I voted with the men and
the other women all resigned. I
think they're mad, don't you?
They arrive by the front door. There is the briefest pause.
James makes his bid.
JAMES:
Can I give you a lift?
SUSAN:
No, it's all right. I can get a
cab. Night night.
James stands in the doorway and watches her go.
EXT. OXFORD CIRCUS - DAY
An abrupt transition. Morning rush hour, Brixton
Underground station to Oxford Circus. James fights his
way through the crowd up the underground steps leading to
the street. He is late.
James runs away from CAMERA towards Broadcasting House.
INT. NEWS CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
Same time, Moulded plastic chairs are ranged along the
walls of the room. Some journalists stand, some are half
asleep. The feel of a morning assembly.
Seated at the only desk, by the door, sits the EDITOR-IN-
CHIEF, While waiting he pretends to look at papers.
The tone of these meetings is restrained, weary.
The Editor speaks with short pauses between each point.
Quietly, as though talking to himself.
EDITOR:
Use of this word "finally". We've
had this one before. Difficult
when it gets...
James come in. The Editor ignores him pointedly. There
are no more seats. James stands somewhere inconspicuous.
EDITOR:
...when it gets too close to
'finally' the main points of the
news... Now today. Not very sexy
list. We can't live off all these
court cases...Royals...What's
Charles giving Diana for her
birthday?
1ST. JOURNALIST
He's not telling.
EDITOR:
Better follow him around, I
suppose.
2ND. JOURNALIST
Newcastle is following Charles to
see if anyone throws a bottle at
his car like last time.
EDITOR:
Good... Now, I'm going to drop
this panda business unless something
happens soon.
2ND. JOURNALIST
We've got two people down the zoo
looking into the cage.
EDITOR:
Give it one more day. These scrap
iron merchants on, where is it,
Gritviken Anything in that?
JAMES:
Could be.
EDITOR:
Let's keep an eye on it then.
Okay, I'm just thinking aloud.
Let's take the list in order.
Cabinet reshuffle. Chris?
1ST JOURNALIST
Bob is ringing round the ministries
finding out where everyone is going
to be. That'll come to fruition
later this morning. John'll be at
Caxton Hall. We'll try and lay on
a radio car.
Through this last speech we CLOSE IN on James. Behind his
news prospects sheet he is reading a letter. We glimpse
the letter heading: 'GOLDBOOKS'
EDITOR:
Prime Minister is on the Jimmy
Young Show at ten-thirty. We should
get something out of that. Now,
matter Irish...
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