INT. FRONT ROOM. MAUD’S HOUSE. BETHNAL GREEN. 1912. EVENING.
...a neat if rundown room, sparsely furnished. In the corner
there is a hearth and several bits of laundry hanging on a
clothes horse close by. MR SONNY WATTS [late 20s] looks up
from his paper.
Is George sleeping?
Yeah. Mrs Garston fed him bread and
MAUD reaches for a kettle, touching it, it’s hot. Pouring it
over the linen, she throws in a wash bar of soap resting
Are you all right? It’s late.
SONNY quizzical, reaches a hand out, touches the graze on her
Taylor sent me up to town.
Let me have a look.
It’s nothing... I got caught in a
scuffle. There were a load of those
He reaches for a cotton wool and a bottle of alcohol resting
on the mantelpiece.
..Broke all the windows along the
Reaching for cotton wool and a bottle of alcohol resting on
the mantelpiece, SONNY gestures for her to sit. A painting of
King George V hanging on the wall above.
I’ll deliver that package for you
in the morning.
She winces as he cleans the cut, slowly coming down from the
panic and rush of the last hour.
You coming to bed?
I’m just going to get this done.
She goes over to the bucket of dirty laundry standing by a
window. Then wearily, she starts scrubbing the dirty clothes.
EXT. TENEMENT. NR MAUD’S HOUSE. BETHNAL GREEN. 1912. DAWN.
The still of the street, bar the lone figure of a WOMAN. Her
hands fish in her pocket for a dried pea, she takes aim,
blowing through a long pea shooter at a window above. The pea
taps at the window. The WOMAN moves onto the next home,
blowing the next pea, offering up another morning call.