The Ploughman's Lunch Page #7
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- Year:
- 1983
- 107 min
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As Edward enters the other two applaud.
JEREMY:
How sweet.
Edward makes a nervous mock bow.
EDWARD:
Thank you. Have you two been
smoking that illegal stuff again?
James pours wine into Edward's glass.
JAMES:
We were admiring your poem in the
TLS, Edward.
EDWARD:
Ah, yes.
JEREMY:
It's terribly good.
EDWARD:
Don't tell me you've actually read
it, Jeremy.
James picks up the TLS and waves it at Edward.
JEREMY:
Committed to memory. Forever.
EDWARD:
I see.
JAMES:
Blasé and epicene.
JEREMY:
We were just chortling over that.
Blasé and epicene. It perfectly
describes the new Foreign Secretary.
So--I hope you don't mind, Edward,
I pinched it for my piece today.
EDWARD:
Attributed?
JEREMY:
Of course.
EDWARD:
Why, is there a new Foreign
Secretary? Who was the old one
anyway?
JEREMY:
It needn't concern you, Edward.
James has got some news. He needs
a poet's advice.
Jeremy pats a seat. Edward sits down.
JAMES:
C'mon. I don't want any Jones
about this.
JEREMY:
No jokes. James is in love.
EDWARD:
Congratulations. Who with?
JEREMY:
A glamorous young lady way above
his station...
JAMES:
Bastard.
JEREMY:
Name so Susie Barrington. Daughter
of the eminent historian, Anne
Barrington, step-daughter of the
scandalous Matthew Byrd the
acclaimed sack-artist...
Lay over Jeremy's account on next scene and FADE DOWN
SLOWLY.
INT. SUSAN'S FLAT - LATE EVENING
A sumptuously cluttered place. A chesterfield. Deep
armchairs, silk cushions, many prints, coffee table, books.
Clearly an inherited place.
Susan is pouring coffee. James sits across from her, jacket
off, sunk in cushions.
SUSAN:
Mummy and I, we were more like
lovers, really, or sisters. Then
a couple of years after Daddy died,
and not long after I left Oxford,
she started seeing various men and
I was furious. I really was upset.
phoned. I went round telling
everyone how awful her books were.
And she hardly seemed to notice,
and that made me angrier. Then I
got a job I was interested in, and
I started to see lots of men, and
I suppose I grew up a little and
began to understand. So I wrote
her a long letter, almost seven
pages, saying how sorry I was, and
how I was worried that we were
drifting apart. And do you know,
she wrote me a poem, a really
beautiful poem about mothers and
daughters.
JAMES:
How nice.
SUSAN:
It makes me weepy just to remember
it. So we were fine again, and
then she got married to Matthew
who's a womaniser and a bit of a
yob, but quite nice really, makes
TV commercials. What about yours.
JAMES:
Both dead.
SUSAN:
That must be rather nice, in a
way. I mean, you don't have any--
The door bell RINGS loudly.
SUSAN:
Damn. They're early.
JAMES:
Who?
SUSAN:
I called you a taxi.
JAMES:
Very thoughtful.
SUSAN:
(a gesture of
helplessness)
Well, you know...
EXT. FRONT DOOR - SUSAN'S FLAT - NIGHT
A minute later, James and Susan stand at the front door.
Portico and steps down to the street. Taxi waits. They
JAMES:
Again?
SUSAN:
Yes, if you like. Call me at work.
James descends the stairs. Susan closes the door.
INT. COCKTAIL BAR - EARLY EVENING
A cocktail bar, a self-conscious imitation of the American
model. James and Jeremy sit on high stools at the bar.
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