The Ploughman's Lunch Page #4

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JAMES:

Nonsense.

They look across the room at Gold being listened to.

JERMEY:

By the way, I hear that your Mr.

Gold is about to become very rich.

I hope you told him that most of

the ideas in your Berlin airlift

chapter came from me.

JAMES:

F*** off.

SUSAN (O.S.)

So it's all worked out perfectly...

JAMES:

That's her.

The two men go to the head of the stairs to watch SUSAN

come up.

SUSAN:

She get's the house, he get's the

cars. And the baby is still in

Switzerland with the Au pair.

SUSAN BARRINGTON is in her late twenties. Flamboyant,

effortlessly confident, she inhibits that special world -

with its different rules - of the truly ambitious. James

fascination owes as much to the certainties of her class

as to her looks.

An attractive young man accompanies her up the stairs.

Jeremy makes a sound. Susan Glances up.

SUSAN:

Jeremy!

She waves and her elbow catches a tray of champagne being

carried downstairs. Glasses fall about her feet. While

apologising, Susan does not take her eyes off Jeremy.

SUSAN:

How Stupid! I am sorry.

The butler and the young man drop to the ground and set

about picking up the glasses. Susan regards them for a

moment, then steps round them and hurries up the stairs.

Jeremy and Susan go into a clinch, with kisses. James

stands a few feet off.

SUSAN:

Jeremy! How Fantastic.

JEREMY:

Darling Susan.

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