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All work and no play...


FADE IN

INT. MARGY’S BEDWRITING ROOM. DAY


A bedroom. It needs dusting. And probably tidying.

In which - an abandoned (definitely-unused) Hoover, a bed with a girly-duvet and a large window with purple-velvet floor length curtains, from which a MAGICIAN might well appear…


The floor is scattered with half finished scripts. All brilliant. Honest.


On the bed - laptop-typing - MARGY (30 40 - okay!50-something) in combat-joggers (at THAT age?) and slipper-socks. She is stunning attractive not-bad-for-her-age making the most of her long-faded looks.

The velvet curtains part and a MAGICIAN appears. Top hat, black suit, twirly-moustache. (Well what did you expect… Paul Daniels?)


MARGY

Holy FUCK! Where did you come from?


MAGICIAN

These curtains! What were you thinking of?

(scornful-TUT)

Purple velvet!


MARGY

Look. I’m trying to write a blog here...

So if you don’t mind…


MAGICIAN

Blog? You? Ha! You’ll never stick to it!


MARGY

Watch me. Now if you’ll excuse me - I have a

Screenwriting Course to plan.


A knowing-smirk from the magician.


MAGICIAN

Oh I get it. I’m just here so you can

shoe-horn an ad for your Screenwriting Course..


MARGY

On May fourth, at FACT, Liverpool.

Still some availability…


MAGICIAN

Expositional dialogue! And where’s the action..?

The story…? I suppose that’s down to me is it?


He flourishes a wand…

MAGICIAN

Abracadab..


MARGY

Whoa!


MAGICIAN

(offended)

Excuse me…?


MARGY

We’ll have none of that magic-stuff in here…


MAGICIAN

Oh. Charming. I was just going to

correct your errors.


MARGY

(offended)

Errors? What errors?


MAGICIAN

All the strike-throughs!

And attempts at witty-asides?

And the dialogue's not aligned properly.


MARGY

The strike-throughs have gone! What's up with this website?


MAGICIAN

And the font!

Doesn't look like Courier Twelve to me...

(scornful)

Call yourself a tutor?


MARGY

Because I’m not using software!

It won’t transport.


The magician rolls his eyes.


MAGICIAN

So you don’t need me then?


MARGY

Well I suppose you could tidy up a bit..?


He SIGHS and waves the wand half-heartedly.


The hoover disappears. The brilliant scripts are neatened. The dust disintegrates.


MAGICIAN

See you next time then…


A PUFF of smoke and he disappears.

Margy looks indignant.

MARGY

NEXT time…?

FADE OUT

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