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INT. CHEYNE WALK MANSION. BALLROOM - DAY
A large 1970s VOGUE COVER photograph of Conrad's late mother, GERALDINE EDGERTON, surrounded by bouquets.
SILAS (O.S.)
It hasn’t been easy to write this
eulogy, the difficulty was that I
couldn't find the exact words to
describe Geraldine and the feelings
I had for her.
A suave, sophisticated PLAYBOY in his late sixties, SILAS,
tall, broad shoulders, straight back, still handsome
addresses a gathering of privileged, comfortably-off Chelsea elite.
SILAS (CONT'D)
I still remember the moment I first
saw her, the day she came to my
studio. Time stood still for what
seemed like an eternity. I was
totally overcome by her beauty. She
had this magical air about her. Not
just because she looked like an
exotic princess but because she had
that aura...she was glowing from
the inside, radiant but
mysteriously dark at the same GORGEOUS
time....
Handkerchiefs dab moist eyes. CONRAD, looks out of place,
amidst the affluence and privilege.
SILAS (CONT'D)
We stood speechless, just looking
at each other. And then she spoke,
four simple words – "Hi, my name is
Geraldine."
His speech ends to gentle applause. CONRAD looks like he’s
going to throw up.
FILIPINO WAITRESSES, in crisp black and white uniforms, weave through the gathering, brandishing trays of CANAPES and CHAMPAGNE. CONRAD grabs a passing glass, with a swollen
fingers covered in dried paint, downs it in one and scans the room, everyone else is north of sixty. They all share a
common interest in the canapés. Moist tongues
enthusiastically retrieve stray morsels from wrinkled lips.
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