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EXT. BROMPTON CEMETERY - DAY
Elderly MOURNERS around a freshly dug grave. Winter tans, face-lifts, high end coiffure and couture. The PRIEST drops a handful of earth onto the coffin.
PRIEST
From dust you came, to dust you
shall return. Jesus Christ, is the
resurrection and the life. Lord
God, our Father in heaven...
VIDEO FOOTAGE: The mourners disperse to reveal a younger man
in his mid thirties, CONRAD EDGERTON, wearing mismatched
black clothes, who looks totally out of place amongst the
Saville Row and Dior.
OLD VOICE (O.S.)
Zoom in!
The CAMERA zooms into CONRAD’s pale, sickly face; bloodshot
eyes, cracked lip, stye, flaking skin and the constant sniff
of an addict.
OLD VOICE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Who’s that?
SECOND VOICE
Dennis Foreman, he owns a Formula 1 GORGEOUS
team, on the right is -
OLD VOICE (O.S.)
Not him, the sick looking kid.
CONRAD coughs. Reaches for his inhaler.
SECOND VOICE (O.S.)
Sorry, we haven’t got anything on
him.
OLD VOICE (O.S.)
Well get something, sharpish!
EXT. BROMPTON CEMETERY. ENTRANCE - DAY
CONRAD limps out from under the monumental Arch, to find his
path blocked by one of the mourners, CAROLINE WILLIAMS, a sophisticated lady in her sixties.
CAROLINE (O.C.)
Conrad?
CONRAD stops. She peers over her glasses.