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5.
JOHNNY HANSON (CONT'D)
Eventually. And his third wife took
him to the cleaners. He’s never
been the same since. It all seemed
so important at the time. But time
changes everything. Her status
slowly diminished as her looks
started to wain.
CONRAD coughs.
JOHNNY HANSON (CONT'D)
Are you okay, old chap? That not a
touch of croup, is it?
INT. CHEYNE WALK MANSION. BATHROOM - DAY
CONRAD snorts a line from a SILVER HAND MIRROR. Catches his reflection in the mirror. How did he end up like this?
Someone BANGS on the door.
INT. CHEYNE WALK MANSION. CORRIDOR - DAY
CONRAD comes out to find himself CONFRONTED by a line of
DECREPIT ARISTOCRATS with WEAK BLADDERS, desperate to use the loo.
OLD CODGERS GORGEOUS
What on earth were you doing in
there!? You’ve been a bloody
eternity! Spare a thought for
others!
INT. CHEYNE WALK MANSION. BALLROOM - DAY
CONRAD slips some canapés into his pocket. Swigs another
glass of the seemingly endless vintage champagne.
MONTAGE to MUSIC: CONRAD’s POV of GROTESQUE FACES.
SILAS (O.S)
Conrad!?
He turns to see SILAS wading through the crowd towards him.
SILAS (CONT'D)
(slurred)
Conrad!
CONRAD starts towards the door, but can’t make much headway. SILAS grabs him with a wrinkled hand, his FLUSHED FACE looms
in, far too close for comfort.