Scene 16 – 23

16.   INT. ROBERT’S OFFICE.   DAY.
ROBERT IS SEATED AT HIS DESK. EMILY POPS HER HEAD ROUND THE DOOR.
EMILY:
The presentation Mr Street.
ROBERT:
(CHECKS HIS WATCH). Is it that time already? (EMBARRASSED) I wonder what’s happened to Dawn?  She hasn’t arrived has she?
EMILY:
Not that I know of.
ROBERT:
No, she’d have come straight up to the office. (AT A LOSS) She definitely knows it’s at four thirty. She must have got held up somehow.
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17.   CAR INTERIOR.   DAY.
DAWN AND ERIC ARE HAVING TORRID SEX, DAWN STRADDLING HIM, ERIC HOLDING HER UP.
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18   INT.   EMILY’S BEDROOM.   DAY.
 

EMILY, DRESSED TO GO OUT, STANDING AT A DRESSING TABLE, IS. THERE IS A SUDDEN LOUD BANGING ON THE FRONT DOOR. SHE GOES TO THE WINDOW, PULLS ASIDE THE NET CURTAIN.
EMILY’S P.O.V.
STANDING AT THE DOOR IS A VERY AGITATED-LOOKING MOLLY, DRESSED IN HER MATRON OF HONOUR OUTFIT.
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19.   EXT.   EMILY’S HOUSE.   DAY.
 

THE HOUSE IS IN THE MIDDLE OF A TWO UP TWO DOWN TERRACE. EMILY OPENS THE SASH WINDOW. THE NOISE MAKES MOLLY LOOK UP.
EMILY:
(SURPRISED) Molly?
MOLLY;
Emily. Thank God. We’re in big trouble. It’s Myra, the wedding.
EMILY:
Whatever is it?
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20.   EXT.   EMILY’S HOUSE.   DAY.
MOLLY IS WAITING FITFULLY. THE FRONT DOOR OPENS AND EMILY EMERGES.
MOLLY:
I’d do it myself but I thought it would carry more weight coming from you. And Myra.
EMILY:
Just tell everyone not to worry. Especially Myra. I’m sure everything will be all right.
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21.  EXT.   OUTSIDE ROBERT’S HOUSE.   DAY
 

EMILY, HALF RUNNING AND A LITTLE BREATHLESS PULLS UP AT THE FRONT DOOR, SHE RINGS THE BELL, KEEPING HER FINGER ON THE BELL PUSH SO THAT IT RINGS CONTINUALLY. A FEW SECONDS GO BY THEN AN ANNOYED-LOOKING DAWN ANSWERS THE DOOR.
DAWN:
All right, all right, where’s the fire…? (SHE RECOGNISES EMILY AND PULLS A FACE). Oh it’s you.
EMILY:
Could I see Mr Street, please?
DAWN:
(PROTESTS) On a Saturday? It’s Saturday.
EMILY:
I know, but it’s an emergency. Please, I wouldn’t be asking only….
DAWN:
(GRUDGINGLY)  Oh all right, you’d better come in I suppose. But it had better be serious.
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22   INT.   ROBERT’S SITTING ROOM.   DAY
 

ROBERT IS SEATED IN AN EASY CHAIR. HE GETS UP WHEN DAWN ENTERS THE ROOM FOLLOWED BY EMILY.
ROBERT:
Emily? Is there something wrong?
EMILY:
I’m sorry to bother you Mr Street but it’s Myra Fielding. She’s been let down by the taxi firm she hired for the wedding, they double booked and she’s got nothing to get to the wedding in. And I was thinking….well it’s a big favour to ask but would it be possible for your chauffeur to drive her to the church in your new car?
BEFORE ROBERT CAN FRAME AN ANSWER DAWN LEAPS IN.
DAWN:
What? I’ve only been in it once myself! Can you believe this Robert? Well I give her ten out of ten for cheek.
ROBERT:
Hold on a minute Dawn, Myra has been a loyal servant to me and it’s the biggest day in her life.
EMILY:
So it’s all right then? He can do it?
ROBERT:
Well it isn’t as easy as that. Eric doesn’t usually work Saturdays and he might not be available. I’ll have to get in touch with him and…..(COMES TO A DECISION)….no. I’ll drive.
EMILY:
You Mr Street? Oh, thanks ever so much
DAWN:
(CUTTING IN OVER EMILY) You, Robert? You drive?
ROBERT:
Well I don’t see why not. I won’t be as smart-looking as Eric but…
EMILY:
Myra will be ever so grateful Mr Street.
ROBERT:
I’ll just get my jacket.
DURING THE DIALOGUE BETWEEN ROBERT AND EMILY DAWN HAS BEEN SCHEMING
DAWN:
And what if I want to go out?
ROBERT:
Sorry?
DAWN:
What if I want to go out?
ROBERT:
Do you?
DAWN:
Yes. I want you to take me into Manchester, to Kendals to look at bedroom furniture.
ROBERT:
You never said.
DAWN:
I was going to.
ROBERT:
(GRIMACES) You see if you could drive, if you’d learned to drive like I suggested, you could have taken the Morris, then we wouldn’t have this problem.
DAWN:
I don’t want to drive, Robert. I want to be driven. I understood that was why we had a chauffeur. And there isn’t a problem.
ROBERT:
Not a problem? Myra hasn’t got a car to get her to church for her wedding, Dawn.
DAWN:
Well it isn’t my fault somebody’s let her down.
ROBERT QUICKLY THINKS IT THROUGH.
ROBERT:
What time’s the wedding, Emily?
EMILY:
Eleven-o-clock. St George’s Church.
ROBERT:
(TO DAWN) I’d be back by twelve, comfortably.
DAWN:
It would be too late then, there wouldn’t be time, I’m playing tennis with Debbie at two.
ROBERT SPREADS HIS HANDS, AT A LOSS. DAWN LETS HIM SWEAT FOR A MOMENT OR TWO THEN –
DAWN:
(HELPFULLY)There might be a way out.
ROBERT:
Yes?
DAWN:
Well if I could have the car on Monday afternoon I could go to Kendals then.
ROBERT:
Yes. Have it.
EMILY:
Eric is driving you to Nottingham on Monday to see about the Mears Hotel Group contract.
ROBERT:
Cancel it. (GRABS EMILY BY THE ARM) Come on then Emily, we don’t want to keep the vicar waiting do we.
THEY RUSH FROM THE ROOM. DAWN WATCHES THEM GO.  THEN TREATS HERSELF TO A SELF-SATISFIED SMIRK.
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23.   EXT.   SUBURBAN STREET.   DAY.
THE ZODIAC IS TRAVELLING ALONG, ROBERT AT THE WHEEL, EMILY IN THE PASSENGER SEAT.
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