Doctor Who Rose Page #2

JACKIE:

Well, you've got to find some way of making money. Your job's kaput and I'm not bailing you out.

(The telephone rings again. Jackie answers it.)

JACKIE:

Bev! She's alive. I've told her, sue for compensation. She was within seconds of death.

MICKEY:

What're you drinking, tea? Nah, nah, that's no good, that's no good. You're in shock. You need something stronger.

ROSE:

I'm all right.

MICKEY:

Now, come on, you deserve a proper drink. We're going down the pub, you and me. My treat. How about it?

ROSE:

Is there a match on?

MICKEY:

No, I'm just thinking about you, babe.

ROSE:

There's a match on, ain't there.

MICKEY:

That's not the point, but we could catch the last five minutes.

ROSE:

Go on, then. I'm fine, really. Go. Get rid of that.

(Rose has brought the Auton's arm home. They kiss, then Mickey picks up the arm.)

MICKEY:

Bye, bye.

ROSE:

Bye.

(Mickey pretends to be strangled by the arm, then leaves.)

TELEVISION:

Fire then spread throughout the store. Fifteen fire crews are in attendance though it's thought there is very little chance of saving the infrastructure.

(Whistling, Mickey throws the arm into a rubbish bin, while somewhere nearby a couple are having a blazing row.)

[Rose's bedroom]

(Next morning, Rose's alarm goes off at 7:30 as usual.)

JACKIE [OC]:

There's no point in getting up, sweetheart. You've got no job to go to.

[The Tyler's flat]

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