Come to Grief continuation
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End of evening, everyone is leaving. LInda is still with
Brian.
MICK
Right so, it's everyone back to my
place.
LINDA
(smiling, obviously
had too much to
drink)
Great, thanks Mick.
Everyone is heading for the exit. Linda follows Mick who is
followed by Brian.
INT. VW VAN - NIGHT
Brian is driving. Mick is in the passenger seat. Linda is
in the back with a large guy named DAVE. The whole van is
stuffed with TV. They are going along the Five Mile road to
St. Quens. The camera pans the interior of the van and linda
and Dave are in the back of the van. Suddenly Dave tries to
put his hand up Linda's skirt.
Linda slaps his hard and sends him flying.
Brian puts the interior light on and looks back to see what
happened.
LINDA
(screams loudly)
You dirty bastard!
(beat)
How dare you!
The van, which is speeding, literally goes over onto two
wheels. It is doing around 80 miles an hour and Brian has
been racing another car back to Mick's place. TV's fly all
over the place. Linda and Dave are now on the floor of the
van.
BRIAN
Oh shit!
Brian struggles with the steering wheel and manages to get
the van back onto four wheels.
MICK
Bloody hell! That was close.
LINDA
(rubbing her leg
where a TV landed on
it.)
You're not kidding. I'm going to
have the bruises to prove it!
Linda laughs and give a kick to Dave on the floor.
LINDA
(continuing)
You keep your bloody hands to
yourself in the future. I'm not
interested...got it?
Dave pulls a face, grunts and nods his head.
BRIAN
You okay, Linda?
LINDA
Yes, I think he'll keep his hands
to himself now.
BRIAN
(sharply)
Anymore of that Dave and I'll
throw you out of the van, alright?
DAVE
(grumpy with attitude)
Yeah, I got it.
MICK
(laughing)
He means it Dave.
DAVE
I gathered.
(quietly to Linda)
Didn't know you and Brian were an
item, or are you?
LINDA
(smiling)
That's for us to know and you to
wonder. Maybe?
DAVE
(grunts)
Well, I've been asking you out for
ages and you've only just met him.
LINDA
(slurring slightly)
So what, I like him.
DAVE
(annoyed, sarcastic)
Hey Brian, I think your lucks in
mate.
LINDA
(with a dirty look to
Dave)
Asshole!
MICK
(laughing)
Just because your's isn't, Dave.
Anyway, Linda isn't like that.
Brian smiles to himself and then looks at Linda. A knowing
look passes between Linda and Brian.