Scene 15, Page 2

Emil moves towards his wife and children who are walking across the set, he kisses his father-in-law on the cheek.

Mike, the Gaffer, a man with penetrating eyes and a spot meter stare is leaning up against a C-stand. Emil shakes his hand warmly, there is something faintly Obama-like about his calm seduction. The Gaffer looks flattered and bashful, Emil rubs Mike’s shoulders and he walks away.

Alicia, his fearless, often heroic producer steps into his path. She’s massaging at the frown lines on her forehead.

ALICIA (Despairing)

THE GUY WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO SNOG THE TRANNY IN THE PHONE BOX TONIGHT HAS DROPPED OUT.

Emil smiles beatifically back at her, pushing the hair away from her face.

EMIL

WE’LL BE FINE.

A young man with a drill and a tool belt passes them both.

EMIL (to the young man)

IS THAT A BOSCH? LOOKS GOOD

Suprised but delighted by the attention the prop hand stops for a moment. Emil puts his arm around his shoulders, they both turn away leaving Alicia biting on the edge of her Starbucks.

ALICIA

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE