Peeping Tom Page #2

SMALL MAN:

What paper are you from?

The finder is lowered.

CLOSE SHOT of a Young Man (MARK) sighting a cine-camera.

He lowers the camera - and turns politely to his

interrogator.

He seems to have slight difficulty informing his words.

MARK:

I beg your pardon?

SMALL MAN:

What paper are you from?

Mark smiles at him pleasantly.

MARK:

The Observer.

The Ambulance Men come out of the house carrying the

stretcher... there is a body on it covered by a sheet.

Mark raises his cine-camera and photographs them. He

photographs the ambulance as it drives off. He photographs

the Policemen dispersing the crowd. He photographs his

Interrogator, who gladly poses for him.

Then he slings his camera over his shoulder, and strolls

away.

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSE SHOT of Dora, smiling happily.

Her photograph is on the front page of a newspaper.

Above it is a caption: BRUTALLY MURDERED.

CAMERA PULLS BACK - to show sexy magazines alongside the

newspaper.

EXT. A NEWSAGENT'S SHOP - DAY

Mark is staring at a newspaper in the window of a small

newsagent's shop.

He glances distastefully at an array of film magazines -

showing actresses showing everything - then hurries into

the shop.

INT. NEWSAGENT'S SHOP - DAY

A plump, bald-headed Man stares at Mark.

MR. PETERS

You're late!

MARK:

Sorry, sir.

He turns towards a small door at the end of the shop.

MR. PETERS

(quietly)

Hold on, Mark.

Mark turns round.

Mr. Peters hesitates, drumming his fingers on the counter.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark. He starts to drum his fingers on a

shelf.

MR. PETERS

Mark... I've a question for you.

He stops drumming his fingers. So, at that moment, does

Mark.

MR. PETERS

Which magazines sell the most

copies?

MARK:

Those with girls on the front covers -

and no front covers on the girls.

MR. PETERS

Exactly!... And it's just the same

with the work you do for me.

Overlaid is the sound of the door opening.

MR. PETERS

Look busy.

Mark busies himself sorting some newspapers.

A whole row of Doras smile up at him.

CAMERA PANS to doorway of the shop.

An ELDERLY GENTLEMAN is standing there.

ELDERLY GENTLEMAN

The Times, please.

MR. PETERS

Certainly, sir.

ELDERLY GENTLEMAN

And The Telegraph.

MR. PETERS

Certainly, sir - anything else?

The Elderly Gentleman hesitates - glancing at Mark's back.

Then:

ELDERLY GENTLEMAN

I... er... have been told by a

friend that you... er... have some

views for sale?

MR. PETERS

What sort of views, sir?

ELDERLY GENTLEMAN

Well, er...

MR. PETERS

This sort, sir?

From under the counter he produces a thick book. Mark turns

round.

From his POV WE SEE the Elderly Gentleman open the book.

He - er- seems - er - more than a little interested.

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