INT. PALAIS DU FESTIVAL, CANNES

The great and the grand are emptying out of the Palais Hall. Beneath a powdery pink blanket, nuzzled in a corner, we hear muted celebrations. Under it are Fredrik, Sez and Tan

Tanya

Boss I don’t think you look old…

FB

What? I’m not old… I just got a gold… Jesus Tanya, you should put that shit out, it’s like Cheech and Chong in here

Tanya

Oh I thought you said old… cos of your hair and stuff… yeah, I was there girlfriend, “Three Lions on My Skirt…”

Tanya looks into the lap of her Herve Leger dress.

Tanya

This is bad…

FB

Shiiiit……where have all the bloody lions gone? For fucks sake, we need Helen!

Sarah

You two are a shambles, and it was 4 Lions Tan, come on you banana we have to go back and herd up those cats

EXT. LA CROISETTE

TANYA and SARAH zoom down La Croisette in their leopard print tabards, war painted-and-gold roller skated clutching their snap-out spears. There’s war and menace in their eyes.

Cut to

Tanya is choking a poor Japanese adman holding a Gold statue, up against the wall. Sarah reads…

Sarah

It’s for CGI. Fuck him.

Tanya

Your lucky day sunshine!

Tanya drops him to the ground and waves a stripper-red finger nail in his face

Cut to

INT. TRAKTOR PARTY

The girls kick the door down. The party stops. Both are covered in cuts, scrapes and blood. They walk up to Fredrik who is shirtless on the dance floor.

Tanya and Sarah

Hey boss… we’ve only managed to retrieve a Kitty-gong for animation. Sarah kicked the crap out of some geezer from Bristol

FB(screaming)

Bullshit! Find my bloody Director Lion! NOW!

TANYA and SARAH look like sad hungry dogs at the steamy dance floor. Sulking, they slowly walk back out to the dark dangerous streets of Cannes.