Birthday Girl Page #3

We follow one young woman long enough to think this must be

her, but it's a false alarm, she's lifted up and spun around

by someone else.

They've all passed. That's that. She wasn't on the flight.

John wanders away from the gate. He stands about in the swirl

in the middle of the airport. People bustle by. Everyone

going somewhere.

Gradually, we get the sense we are being watched. A woman

stands nearby. She is about twenty, very beautiful, tired

and laden with luggage.

JOHN:

Nadia?

She nods.

JOHN:

I'm John.

They shake hands.

JOHN:

Welcome.

(pause)

Well. Look I didn't have a speech

but...

A distorted passenger announcement breaks above us. It's too

loud to talk. It ends and they stand there in silence. He

points to her luggage.

JOHN:

Is that everything?

NADIA:

Yes.

JOHN:

Right. Okay. Good.

They stand there.

INT. AIRPORT LIFT - DAY

Nadia and John stand side by side in a huge lift.

JOHN:

We can talk in the car.

A deafening roll of thunder.

EXT. AIRPORT CAR PARK - DAY

It's pouring with rain as they cross the car park towards a

patched up yellow Rover. John stows the suitcase in the boot

and opens the passenger door for her.

INT. / EXT. JOHN'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

John turns the key in the ignition. The MG wheezes and coughs.

He tries again. Nothing. The third time it just catches and

he coaxes it to life. The colour's drained from his cheeks.

They head for the motorway. The silence in the car lasts

just long enough for John to feel he is breaking it.

JOHN:

It's about forty miles from here. I

don't know if you've looked at a

map, it's close to London but it's a

city in itself. A Roman city. It's a

nice house. I'm having a problem

with ants. I uh... It's the warmer

weather. I can't seem to find the

nest. Sorry, do you understand "ants"?

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