MIRROR IN THE BATHROOM by David Bishop
FADE IN: INT. A WOMEN’S BATHROOM AT A CLUB. NIGHT.
Distant dance music thumps. Posh TAMSIN (27) preens while talking on a mobile. She wears a distinctive dress.
Miranda, darling! It’s Tamsin.
I’m at Zanzibar to meet my little brother’s fiance. According to James she’s something special!
Violent vomiting is heard from one of the cubicles.
Ughhh! The trash Antoine lets in these days...
A toilet flushes.
I’ll call you later. Ciao!
SHARON (33) lurches from a cubicle. Her dress is identical to that of a dumbstruck Tamsin. Her accent’s pure Glasgow.
Och, I shouldnae had that fifth Zambucca - not with battered cod.
Sharon examines her bloodshot eyes in the mirror.
Seen varicose veins look better!
Sharon finally notices Tamsin.
Do ye like my frock, hen? It’s a present from my new beau.
Impossible! My brother created that design exclusively for...
The full horror dawns on Tamsin, but Sharon’s oblivious.
See, I’m meeting Jimmy’s sister, and wanted to look my best. I hear she’s a right stuck up coo!
Tamsin gasps, mortified, before flouncing out.
Was it something I said, love?
FADE TO BLACK.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Metaphorical Money in My Mouth Moment
Having hyped the Gone In 60 Seconds script opportunity, thought I'd put my money where my mouth was - metaphorically speaking - and submit something to GI60. It's a cut-down version of a short scene I've written as directing exercise fodder for undergraduates at Screen Academy Scotland. In all fairness, I should tip my hat to the sublime dinnerladies by Victoria Wood for the mix of battered cod and... Well, you'll see.