Scenes 24-34

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24.   CAR INTERIOR.   DAY.
EMILY:
(SUDDENLY COMES TO A DECISION) Take the next turning on the left!
ROBERT:
I thought you said Wood Street? That’s straight on, surely?
EMILY:
We have to make a quick call at my house. I’ve had an idea.
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25.   EXT.   EMILY’S HOUSE.   DAY.
THE ZODIAC IS PARKED OUTSIDE EMILY’S FRONT DOOR, THE ENGINE RUNNING.
EMILY EMERGES FROM HER HOUSE, CARRYING A LONG LENGTH OF WHITE SILK RIBBON. SHE QUICKLY DECORATES THE BONNET OF THE ZODIAC WITH IT, TYING ONE END ROUND A WING MIRROR, THREADING IT THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN WIPERS AND BACK TO THE OTHER WING MIRROR, FORMING AN INVERTED ‘V’. ROBERT WATCHES HER THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN, SMILES HIS  APPROVAL. THEN SHE JUMPS BACK IN THE CAR.
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26.   CAR INTERIOR.   DAY.
EMILY:
I remembered I had it left over from our float decoration for the May Queen.
ROBERT:
It looks just the ticket.
HE QUICKLY PUTS ON ERIC’S CHAUFFEURS CAP.
ROBERT:
(CONT) And how about this?
EMILY:
(DELIGHTED) Where did you get that?
ROBERT:
It was on the back seat; Eric must have left it there. Now we really look the business.
EMILY:
I can’t wait to see Myra’s face.
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27.   EXT.   EMILY’S HOUSE.   DAY.
THE ZODIAC MOVES OFF.
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28.   EXT.   A CHURCH.   DAY.
LS OF THE CHURCH. THE ZODIAC IS PARKED ON THE ROAD OUTSIDE. THE BELLS START TO RING OUT.
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29.   EXT.   OUTSIDE THE CHURCH
THE HAPPY BRIDE, MYRA, AND BRIDEGROOM, BILLY, EMERGE FROM THE CHURCH DOORWAY. WEDDING GUESTS THROW CONFETTI OVER THEM.
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30.   EXT.   ROAD OUTSIDE CHURCH.   DAY.
 

ROBERT IS STANDING SMARTLY BY THE ZODIAC HOLDING ONE OF THE REAR DOORS OPEN. EMILY IS STANDING BY.
MYRA AND BILLY APPEAR ON THE SCENE. MYRA PLANTS A GRATEFUL KISS ON ROBERT.
MYRA:
Thanks ever so much Mr Street. I’ll never forget this.
ROBERT:
My pleasure Myra.
MYRA:
You too Emily. We’re ever so grateful.
ROBERT:
(GESTURES FOR THEM TO GET IN THE CAR) Shall we get you to the reception then?
MYRA AND BILLY GET INTO THE ZODIAC. ROBERT GETS BEHIND THE WHEEL. EMILY GETS IN THE PASSENGER SEAT.
31.   EXT.   THE ROYAL HOTEL FORECOURT, HAYFIELD.   DAY.
THE ZODIAC PULLS UP OUTSIDE THE HOTEL ENTRANCE. ROBERT AND EMILY GET OUT. ROBERT OPENS THE REAR DOOR. MYRA AND BILLY GET OUT.
MYRA:
You’ll come in for a drink will you Mr Street? You as well Emily?
ROBERT:
We couldn’t leave without toasting the happy couple, Myra. But just the one mind, then we must be off. I have to get Emily to Oldham.
EMILY:
(SURPRISED) What?
ROBERT:
What time do you usually get there?
EMILY:
Well about half twelve-ish usually. But…you’ve no need, really.
ROBERT:
Nonsense. (GLANCES AT HIS WATCH) It’s only just turned twelve. We can be there for one.
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31.   EXT.   THE ROYAL HOTEL FORECOURT, HAYFIELD.   DAY.
THE ZODIAC DRIVES OFF.
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32.   CAR INTERIOR.   DAY.
ROBERT REMOVES THE CHAUFFEURS CAP AND TOSSES IT ON THE BACK SEAT.
ROBERT:
Well it all seemed to go very well.
EMILY:
Yes. I’m ever so grateful, Mr Street. For you taking me to Oldham. And for all you’ve already done of course.
ROBERT:
The very least I could do, Emily. I wasn’t doing anything else anyway. Well I would have been taking Dawn to Kendals I suppose but we managed to sort that out. To tell you the truth I’d rather be going to Oldham than Kendals, I think the world of Dawn but her, me and shops…… (SHUDDERS)
EMILY:
Well you must just drop me off, there’s no need to wait for me.
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33.   EXT.   SUBURBAN ROAD   DAY.
 

THE ZODIAC IS DRIVING ALONG.
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34.   CAR INTERIOR.   DAY.
ROBERT:
(A THOUGHT) Have you never thought of getting married Emily?
EMILY:
(TAKEN BY SURPRISES) Me Mr Street?
ROBERT:
Is the idea that unthinkable? You’d make someone a lovely wife. You can’t tell me you’ve never considered it.
EMILY:
Well…..yes. But the right man hasn’t come along, as they say.
ROBERT:
Well I’m sure he will one day. I had to wait for ages myself. I was forty two before I met Dawn. It’s my second time of course.
EMILY:
Yes.
ROBERT:
You wouldn’t know my first wife. Donna. (TAKES A MOMENT TO REMINISCE) Sweet Donna. I could talk to her about anything. (REALISES) Like I can with you in a way. (A THOUGHT) She wasn’t a bit like Dawn. Talk about chalk and cheese. Funny how a man can be attracted to two women so totally different, isn’t it.
EMILY:
It was a traffic accident wasn’t it? Donna?
ROBERT:
Hit and run. She was only thirty. Me a year older. I was devastated. Absolutely devastated. For years. Then one day right out of the blue Dawn came along and…..Well the moment I saw her I knew she was the one. I knew that I loved her. (CHUCKLES) Well I must do, I take her to the opera.
EMILY:
Oh I love the opera.
ROBERT:
Really? I don’t. Fat people singing when they’re dying; it goes right by me. Yes it can only be love that makes me put myself through that.
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Hi. I’m Terry Ravenscroft, I’m aged 67 and…..whoooah, come back, I’m not ready to have the lid nailed down on my coffin just yet. Anyway I’m a very young 67. (About five years ago I went to see Pulp at the Manchester Evening News Arena. I was older than everyone else by at least 35 years. The eighteen-year-old next to me asked me if I’d ever been to the venue before. I replied ‘Yes I saw George Formby here once’. She’d never heard of him.) This blog is going to be about my life and the way I see things. Before I retired I was a comedy scriptwriter for Les Dawson and Smith and Jones amongst others so there’s a sporting chance that some of the things I write will be funny. One of the reasons I’m writing this blog, although by no means the only reason, is because I have a website www.topcomedy.co.uk which I hope you will log on to occasionally. I have yet to meet anybody who doesn’t like Dear Air 2000…. My hobbies are walking, playing crown green bowls, watching football, birdwatching , cooking, and, according to The Trouble, moaning. Oh, and I have a thing about Kristen Scott Thomas. A couple of people I will be mentioning from time to time are The Trouble and Atkins Down The Road. The Trouble is my wife. I don’t call her The Trouble because it’s cockney rhyming slang for ‘wife, trouble and strife’, but because she has the habit of starting sentences, especially to me, with the words ‘The trouble with you is….’ Then goes on to complete the rest of the sentence with words like ‘you never listen when I’m talking to you’ or ‘you never see the other person’s point of view’ or some such other frivolous complaint. Atkins Down The Road is my best friend and lives, not surprisingly, down the road. I started a weblog a couple of years ago but stopped doing it to write a novel about golf called ‘A Good Walk Spoiled.’ If you want to read the weblog it can be found on my website, if you want to read the novel it can be found on my other website, Razzamatazz, at www.razza.fsnet.co.uk along with lots of other things. Hi. I’m Terry Ravenscroft, I’m aged 67 and…..whoooah, come back, I’m not ready to have the lid nailed down on my coffin just yet. Anyway I’m a very young 67. (About five years ago I went to see Pulp at the Manchester Evening News Arena. I was older than everyone else by at least 35 years. The eighteen-year-old next to me asked me if I’d ever been to the venue before. I replied ‘Yes I saw George Formby here once’. She’d never heard of him.) This blog is going to be about my life and the way I see things. Before I retired I was a comedy scriptwriter for Les Dawson and Smith and Jones amongst others so there’s a sporting chance that some of the things I write will be funny. One of the reasons I’m writing this blog, although by no means the only reason, is because I have a website www.topcomedy.co.uk which I hope you will log on to occasionally. I have yet to meet anybody who doesn’t like Dear Air 2000…. My hobbies are walking, playing crown green bowls, watching football, birdwatching , cooking, and, according to The Trouble, moaning. Oh, and I have a thing about Kristen Scott Thomas. A couple of people I will be mentioning from time to time are The Trouble and Atkins Down The Road. The Trouble is my wife. I don’t call her The Trouble because it’s cockney rhyming slang for ‘wife, trouble and strife’, but because she has the habit of starting sentences, especially to me, with the words ‘The trouble with you is….’ Then goes on to complete the rest of the sentence with words like ‘you never listen when I’m talking to you’ or ‘you never see the other person’s point of view’ or some such other frivolous complaint. Atkins Down The Road is my best friend and lives, not surprisingly, down the road. I started a weblog a couple of years ago but stopped doing it to write a novel about golf called ‘A Good Walk Spoiled.’ If you want to read the weblog it can be found on my website, if you want to read the novel it can be found on my other website, Razzamatazz, at www.razza.fsnet.co.uk along with lots of other things.