INT. ST. CATHERINE’S CHURCH - DAY
His name’s Paul.
Right. Room three, please.
You’re his parents?
I’ll just need to get some basic
information from you.
(to his anxious wife)
He’ll be alright.
(filling in a form)
Right, so it’s Paul...last name please?
Potts. P, O, double-T, S.
Paul Potts. Like the Cambodian dictator
who massacred all the--?
(for the millionth time...)
Not at all like the Cambodian dictator.
Shots of the choir... Four rows deep... First and third
bars behind... All eyes on the peripatetic CHOIRMASTER...
singing with gale-force might...
How long since it occurred?
About an bour. They said he just
collapsed after his solo.
Miracle he hasn’t ruptured our eardrums
from all his hooting and hollering.
(elbowing her husband)
He’s a passionate singer.
Fear not then said the angel, let nothing
you affright. This day is born a Savoir
of a pure Virgin bright. To free all
those who trust in Him-
--from Satan’s power and might. O tidings
of comfort and joy.
--got some fluid build-up in the middle
ear. Not to worry, we’ll have him right
as rain in no time.
So you’ve done this sort of thing before?
Of course. Well, not with anyone still
(realizes the faux pas)
I’m still new, but rest assured, live or
dead, the bits are all the same once you
(now they’re freaked)
Cafe’s just down the hall.
(arm around his wife)
He’ll be just fine.
MATCH CUT TO:
carrying his school bag.
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