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TERRY I think so.
GRAHAM
Good.
He studies SALLY.
GRAHAM (CONT'D)
Speaking of arses...do you think she has
any idea just how hot hers is?
He looks back to TERRY.
GRAHAM (CONT'D)
Spot of lunch?
TERRY sort of nods.
TERRY
What? That would be --
GRAHAM points to a food stain on Terry’s shirt.
GRAHAM
There’s some on your shirt.
TERRY sees the curry he spilt at breakfast.
On his way out GRAHAM looks back from the door. GORGEOUS
GRAHAM (CONT'D)
It’s time to shape up or ship out,
matey.
TERRY expertly hurls a knife, hitting GRAHAM square in
the back. He falls to the floor, face down.
INT. AD AGENCY. TOILET - DAY
As TERRY washes his hands he looks in the mirror.
TERRY’S REFLECTION
What’s happened to you? You used to
have ambition. Dreams! The novel. The
screenplay. How have you ended up
flogging underarm deodorant? This is
no way for anyone with a modicum of
intelligence to make a living. If you
had a pair you’d jack it in!
The door opens and a COLLEAGUE, comes in.
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