Our Girl Page #3

Max and Grace wield the felt tips. Marie and Lulu stand and try to offer suggestions. Nan is sitting

on her chair watching proceedings.

Georgie, alone, sits by the window, continually looking out and seemingly disengaged, that no-

one notices.

We join mid chaos.

Music ‘5OG01a’ out: 10:05:49

GRACE:

Have we definitely got everybody? I feel like someone's

missing

MAX:

Yeah. No everybody's out there, we've just gotta mix it

up a bit more.

GRACE:

Right okay. Well let’s put Dave and Janet and Polly and

Pete on that one.

MAX:

Why? Dave and Janet and Polly and Pete together why?

GRACE:

Yeah.

MAX:

Are you completely bonkers!?

GRACE:

Probably.

NAN:

She married you for starters!

MAX:

Look if we have all his family on one side and all ours on

the other...

MARIE:

Dad int that what supposed to be what happens in

church anyway?

MAX:

Butt out, Marie.

GRACE:

Yeah but people will wanna sit next to people they know.

MAX:

In the church yes. But not here in the reception! People

will want to sit next to new people. That's all I'm sa..

Georgie?

GEORGIE:

(turning and trying to focus)

Each table should have family from both sides.

MAX:

Thank you. That's all I'm saying.

GRACE:

I just want people to sit next people that they know.

Max starts madly writing on the lining paper again.

GRACE (CONT'D)

What are you doing now?

Georgie is back looking out of the window, seemingly a million miles away. Her phone rings

making her jump. She sees it is Elvis and extricates herself from the mayhem and heads into the

kitchen.

MAX:

Just give me a chance. Just give me...

GRACE:

Just give me my pen back!

LULU:

This! This is exactly why no one should ever get married.

MAX:

Thank you for your words of wisdom.

IN:
10:06:21 INT. THE LANE'S HOUSE. HALLWAY/ MANCHESTER POLICE STATION (INTERCUT). DAY

Georgie walks into the kitchen on her mobile.

GEORGIE:

(into phone)

I can't speak. What do you want?

Elvis is on his mobile. He's found a quiet alcove.

Music ‘5OG02’ in: 10:05:29

ELVIS:

(into phone)

Cab driver just called in, he’s picked up someone

matching Abu's description.

GEORGIE:

(into phone, frazzled)

Was it definitely him?

ELVIS:

(into phone)

Yes. We think it's him. Almost certain. Matched it to

CCTV in the street.

GEORGIE:

(into phone)

Did the driver say where he dropped him?

ELVIS:

(into phone)

Somewhere by the canal. There is no CCTV there

though.

GEORGIE:

Oh you’re joking

The doorbell rings at the lane house. Georgie looks at the front door.

ELVIS:

(into phone)

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