HJA 437 Final scenes

For new readers. Read the previous HJA 437 posts starting Feb 5 before reading this.  

31.   EXT.   A SUBURBAN STREET.   DAY.
ROSE, CARRYING A SHOPPING BAG, AND JANET PUSHING A PRAM WITH HER SHOPPING RESTING ON THE PRAM APRON IT ARE WALKING DOWN THE STREET.

JANET:

I’m ever so pleased for you, Rose.

ROSE:

You haven’t heard the best part. (SHE CONFIDES) We’ve started to make love again. Well we never stopped actually, but not so’s you’d notice. But now…. we’ve had it three times this week.

JANET:

Now wonder you’re looking so pleased with yourself.

ROSE:

I think it might have been the mountain air, up Kinder.

JANET:

Could be.

ROSE:

I hope so because we’re going to the Lake District this Sunday and the mountains are even higher there so it could be four times next week.

THEY LAUGH ABOUT THIS, THEN –

ROSE:

Funny isn’t it. I mean I’ve got the car to thank for it when you think about it, the Zephyr Zodiac. In a round about way.

JANET:

How do you mean?

ROSE:

Well I can’t see that me and Geoff would have ever started going out together again if he hadn’t bought it and then it had got pinched. And if we hadn’t started going out again we wouldn’t have started having sex again.

JANET:

Well I suppose.

ROSE:
Well that’s the………..(SHE SUDDENLY STOPS, HORRIFIED, LOOKING AHEAD)…Shit!

JANET:

What’s the matter?

DUMBSTRUCK, ROSE POINTS AHEAD.

ROSES’S POV. PARKED AT THE ROADSIDE, JUST AHEAD, IS THE ZEPHYR ZODIAC.

JANET:

(OOV) Is it yours? Is that car yours, Rose?

RESUME ON ROSE AND JANET. ROSE, CRESTFALLEN, NODS NUMBLY.

FADE

32.   EXT.   BOWNESS.   DAY.


ESTABLISHING PANORAMIC SHOT OF THE TOWN OF BOWNESS-IN-WINDEMERE IN THE LAKE DISTRICT.

CUT

33.   EXT   LAKESIDE BENCH.   DAY.


 

GEOFF AND ROSE ARE SEATED ON A BENCH AGAINST A BACKDROP OF MOUNTAINS. ROSE SIGHS CONTENTEDLY.

ROSE:

I could sit here all day.

GEOFF:

You couldn’t, we’re going to have to go in a few minutes if we don’t want to miss the bus.

ROSE:

You can’t beat the Lake District, can you. Unless it’s the Yorkshire Dales. Can we go there next week?

GEOFF:

Wharfedale. How about Wharfedale?

ROSE:

Can we?

GEOFF:

I’ll look up the bus times.

ROSE:

Lovely.

FADE

34.   EXT.   OUTSIDE THE HORSEFIELDS HOUSE.   DAY.


ROSE AND JANET ARE STOOD AT THEIR RESPECTIVE FRONT DOORSTEPS CHATTING. THEIR DOORS ARE OPEN.

JANET:

So you still haven’t told him then.

ROSE:

I’m not going to.

JANET:

Don’t you feel guilty?

ROSE:

Yes. But I’d rather feel guilty and have some sort of life…..And once he’s got that car back……

JANET:

He might still want to take you out if he had the car back.

ROSE:

Happen. Then again it might not.

FX: WHILE ROSE HAS BEEN SPEAKING HER PHONE HAS STARTED RINGING.

JANET:

Is that you phone?

ROSE NODS AND GOES INDOORS.

CUT

35.   INT. THE HORSEFIELD’S LIVING ROOM.   DAY.


GEOFF PICKS THE PHONE UP. ROSE COMES IN AND SEES THAT GEOFF HAS DONE THIS.

ROSE:

Oh.

GEOFF:

(ON PHONE). Geoff Horsefield………….What?………. When?…….(TO ROSE) It’s the police. They’ve found the car….(ON PHONE) What? Where?……..Right I’ll come and pick it up.

FADE

36.   INT.   THE HORSEFIELD’S KITCHEN   DAY.


ROSE IS PREPARING A MEAL. GEOFF COMES IN.

ROSE:

You’ve been a long time.

GEOFF:

I had to make a call at a couple of places on the way back.

HE HANDS HER A BROWN PAPER ENVELOPE.

ROSE:

What’s this?

GEOFF:

Open it and see.

ROSE OPENS THE ENVELOPE AND TAKES OUT A PRINTED SHEET OF PAPER AND TWO TICKETS. SHE GLANCES QUICKLY AT BOTH ITEMS THEN LOOKS AT GEOFF, WHO IS SMILING.

ROSE:

Geoff?…..but where did you get the money… (CHECKS THE PRINTED PAPER)…it’s nearly eight hundred pounds.

GEOFF:

I got rid of the car.

37.   INT.   AIRPORT PASSENGER LOUNGE.   DAY


OPEN ON THE COVER OF A MAGAZINE ‘WALKING IN THE SIERRA NEVADA’.

PULL BACK TO SEE ROSE READING THIS MAGAZINE. GEOFF IS SEATED ALONGSIDE HER.

TANNOY ANNOUNCER:

Will passengers for flight number ESX 453 go to Gate number twenty three.

GEOFF:

That’s us Rose.

THEY PICK UP THEIR HANDS BAGGAGE AND MAKE FOR GATE 23. WE GO WITH THEM. SUDDENLT ROSE STOPS, BRINGING GEOFF TO A HALT.

GEOFF:

What the matter?

ROSE:

I shouldn’t do this but if I don’t it will be with me for the rest of my life.

GEOFF:

What will?

ROSE:

This….well, terrible feeling of guilt.

GEOFF:

Go on then.

ROSE:

Well you know before the police eventually found the Zephyr Zodiac?

GEOFF:

What Zephyr Zodiac?

ROSE LOOKS AT HIM. HE SMILES. SHE SMILES BACK.

ROSE:

Yes, what Zephyr Zodiac.

SHE LINKS HIS ARM, KISSES HER ON THE CHEEK AND THEY WALK ON.

END

Well that’s it. If anyone has got this far I’d be pleased to read your observations, praiseworthy or otherwise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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