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SHELLEY puts a PACKET OF DRUGS in an envelope. CONRAD hands
her CASH.
KID
Mum, who wrote the Prince and the
Pauper?
SHELLEY
How the hell would I know?
CONRAD
Mark Twain.
He starts coughing - pulls out his INHALER and sucks in.
SHELLEY
That doesn’t sound good. You should
start taking care of yourself, or
you’ll be joining your mother -
CONRAD
“Life is but a day. A fragile
dewdrop on its perilous way from a
tree’s summit.”
SHELLEY
Do what?
CONRAD GORGEOUS
Keats.
SHELLEY
Who?
SON
He’s a poet, Mum.
EXT. MIDDLESEX STREET ESTATE - NIGHT
A bleak concrete high-rise tower.
INT. MIDDLESEX STREET ESTATE - NIGHT
As always, the lift is Out of Order. CONRAD trudges slowly up
the stairs.
INT. CONRAD’S STUDIO FLAT - NIGHT
Tubes of paint. Brushes. Rags. White Spirit. Empty bottles: Vodka. Whiskey. Cider. Crumpled Red Bull cans.
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