In the Loop Page #2

Suzy is still in the FO office.

SUZY:

I’m just checking whether you put last

night’s lasagne in the fridge.

In the FO office, MICHAEL arrives. He has a small

suitcase and a paper bag. He holds this up.

MICHAEL:

(mouthing)

Croissants!

Back with Malcolm, Toby close by. Malc’s on the phone.

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MALCOLM:

No. You're fine to go ahead and print

that. It's lies, you'd be lying, but

go ahead. He did not say

unforeseeable. No he did not. Oh, just

before you go -- when I tell your wife

about you and Angela Heaney at the

Blackpool conference...would email be

better? Or a phone call?

Toby is now next to Malcolm in a lift). Malcolm becomes

aware of him.

TOBY:

No, it’s fine, it’s in the fridge. I

put some clingfilm over it.

In the FO office, Michael switches on some classical

music.

SUZY:

Why did you put clingfilm on it?

TOBY:

To keep it fresh.

Malcolm starts dialling on his phone.

SUZY:

It’s in the fridge, that’ll keep it

fresh.

TOBY:

No, but it still might dry out.

MALCOLM:

(into phone)

YOU F***ING RELAX!

Michael hands Suzie a croissant.

MICHAEL:

(knowing Toby is on the

other end of the line)

Still slightly warm. That’s how I

like my women as well.

SUZY:

Clingfilm is carcinogenic, Toby.

TOBY:

No it isn’t. That’s a myth. Clingfilm

is perfectly safe.

Malcolm now eyeing Toby with suspicion/contempt -- who

is this dick? Toby tries to smile, lowers his voice,

embarrassed.

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They wouldn’t sell clingfilm if it

gave you cancer. Clingfilm doesn’t

give you cancer.

SUZY:

I didn’t even know we had clingfilm in

the flat. Oh, you need more eczema

cream. You were a bit flakey again.

TOBY:

I’ve got to go. I’ll speak to you

later.

He rings off. Smiles again at Malcolm. Gestures to the

phone and mimes ‘she’s mental’. Malcolm gets his guy on

the phone.

MALCOLM:

James! Right --Simon Foster?

7 INT. SIMON’S OFFICE - MORNING 7

Simon and Judy are looking through newspapers/press

cuttings.

JUDY:

There’s this guy who bought a south

sea island. They might ask "If you had

to spend the rest of your life on a

desert island with someone, who would

it be?"

SIMON:

Well, I can’t say ‘my wife’ because I

haven’t got one, and I can’t say ‘my

girlfriend’ because I don’t have one

of those either.

JUDY:

Don’t say all that though. It’ll look

desperate.

SIMON:

No, I’m just telling you.

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