MONDAY
THE TIME – 1966. THE PLACE NEW MILLS, DERBYSHIRE.
1. EXT. WAREHOUSE FORECOURT. DAY.
A WAREHOUSE. A SIGN ON THE WALL TELLS US THAT IT IS THE BUSINESS PREMISES OF STREET WHOLESALE CARPETS, NEW MILLS. AN IRON STAIRCASE AT ONE END OF THE WAREHOUSE LEAD TO THE FIRST STOREY OFFICES.
ZOOM IN TO ONE OF THE OFFICE WINDOWS. THROUGH IT WE CAN SEE EMILY SHIELDS SEATED AT HER DESK, TYPING. EMILY IS SECRETARY TO ROBERT STREET, THE OWNER OF THE COMPANY. SHE IS AGED FORTY AND IS RATHER PLAIN-LOOKING.
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2.EMILYS OFFICE. DAY
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EMILY SHARES THE OFFICE WITH MOLLY WEATHERLY, A CLERK. A DOOR LEADS TO ROBERT’S OFFICE. MOLLY IS AGED THIRTY-FIVE.
AS WE OPEN BOTH EMILY AND MOLLY ARE SEATED AT THEIR DESKS. EMILY IS TYPING, MOLLY IS OPENING MAIL.
EMILY PAUSES IN HER TYPING AND LOOKS ENQUIRINGLY AT MOLLY.
EMILY:
Is there anything there from Mayberry’s, Molly? There should be a cheque.
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MOLLY QUICKLY SCANS THROUGH THE TWO OR THREE ENVELOPES SHE HAS YET TO OPEN.
MOLLY:
Doesn’t look like it, Em.
EMILY:
And they promised faithfully. Let me know if it doesn’t arrive by the second post.
MOLLY:
Will do.
EMILY IS ABOUT TO GO BACK TO HER TYPING WHEN HER PHONE RINGS.
SHE PICKS IT UP.
EMILY
(ON PHONE) Street Wholesale Carpets………I’m afraid not………Well I’m not sure when Mr Street will be back, he’s gone to pick up his new car. …….Well I’ll let him know you called, I’m sure he’ll get back to you as soon as he…… (SHE HEARS A CAR DRAWING UP THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOW. SHE LOOKS IN THAT DIRECTION)….just a minute……
EMILY’S P.O.V.
A NEW BLACK 1966 FORD ZEPHYR ZODIAC MARK 3, REGISTRATION NUMBER HJA 437.PULLS UP IN THE FORECOURT.
EMILY
(V.O.)….. He’s here now. I’ll give him the chance to get his feet under his desk then get him to call you.
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3.  EXT. WAREHOUSE YARD. DAY
A UNIFORMED CHAUFFEUR COMPLETE WITH CAP AND LEATHER BOOTS, ERIC BERRY, GETS OUT OF THE CAR, WALKS ROUND TO THE PASSENGER SIDE, OPENS THE DOOR WITH A LITTLE FLOURISH, STANDS BACK SMARTLY. ERIC IS AGED THIRTY, SLIM, VERY SMART, GOOD LOOKING.
ROBERT STREET GETS OUT OF THE CAR. ROBERT IS AGED FORTY-FIVE, SMARTLY TURNED OUT IN BUSINESS SUIT, WAISTCOAT AND TIE. A DISTINGUISHED-LOOKING MAN, HE IS A COUPLE OF STONES HEAVIER THAN HE SHOULD BE.
CUT AWAY TO THE WINDOW. EMILY IS LOOKING DOWN AT THE SCENE APPROVINGLY.
RESUME ON ROBERT. HE MAKES FOR THE STEPS LEADING TO THE OFFICE.
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4.  INT.  EMILY’S OFFICE.  DAY.
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ROBERT ENTERS, MAKES FOR HIS OFFICE.
ROBERT:
(TO EMILY) Well that was a waste of time if ever there was one.
EMILY RAISES AN ENQUIRING EYEBROW.
ROBERT:
(CONT) I didn’t have to sign for it after all. (EXPLAINS)The garage said they could have sent the papers on. (EMILY SYMPATHISES) Come through would you, Emily.
EMILY GETS UP AND FOLLOWS ROBERT INTO HIS OFFICE.
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5.  INT.  ROBERT’S OFFICE.  DAY.
ON ROBERT’S DESK IS A LARGE PHOTOGRAPH OF HIS WIFE DAWN, AGED THIRTY FIVE, A GOOD-LOOKING BLONDE WITH A NICE FIGURE.
EMILY:
(FOLLOWING ROBERT IN) It’s very grand isn’t it, Mr Street; your new Zephyr Zodiac.
ROBERT:
Do you like it? I was quite happy with the Velox. It was Dawn who talked me into getting it.
THE ROLL OF EMILY’S EYES, UNSEEN BY ROBERT, TELLS US HER OPINION OF DAWN.
ROBERT SITS DOWN AT HIS DESK, EMILY SITS OPPOSITE HIM.
ROBERT:
((CONT) And the leopard-skin upholstery. I think I could have managed without that. But she loves leopard-skin, Dawn; she has a leopard-skin coat.
EMILY:
She better hadn’t wear it in the car then, you’ll never find her.
ROBERT:
(CHUCKLES, SHAKES HIS HEAD) Emily.
EMILY:
It’s very posh though isn’t it. I’d feel quite the lady sat in the back of that.
ROBERT:
(IMMEDIATELY) Would you like a ride in it?
EMILY IS NOT AT ALL AVERSE TO THE IDEA.
ROBERT:
(CONT) I’ll get Eric to take you for a spin; you’ve only to say the word.
EMILY IMMEDIATELY GOES OFF THE IDEA. ROBERT SEES THIS.
ROBERT:
(CONT) What’s the matter?
EMILY:
…Well. I just wouldn’t feel safe.
ROBERT:
No, he’s a good driver, Eric, he came highly recommended. Â
EMILY:
It’s not his driving I’d be worried about.
ROBERT:
What do you mean?
EMILY:
Well let’s just say if I was in the back seat I don’t think I’d be on my own for very long.
ROBERT:
……You don’t mean…..? But he’s a married man, Emily.
EMILY:
All married men aren’t like you Mr Street. (REMEMBERS) Oh, before I forget, the Vicar rang. I said you’d ring back.
ROBERT:
He’ll be chasing my donation.
EMILY:
No it can’t be that, you sent it to him last month; I remember writing the cheque, two hundred and fifty pounds.
ROBERT:
No this is something else; the church needs urgent repairs to the flying buttresses apparently.
EMILY SHAKES HER HEAD AT THIS LARGESSE.
EMILY:
I mean I could understand if the church ever bought any carpet off us. We’ll have to start selling stone floors and fonts then we might stand a chance of getting a bit back.
ROBERT:
I think it must be my guilty conscience, Emily; for not going to church.
EMILY:
It would be a lot cheaper to.
ROBERT:
I wouldn’t mind going now and then actually. But churches give Dawn a headache.
EMILY’S EXPRESSION TELLS US SHE ISN’T AT ALL SURPRISED AT THIS NEWS.
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