Scene
Sample from Two Old Farts ( 2002 )
SC 26. BY THE LAKE –
EXT – TUESDAY AFTERNOON
C/Up on JIMMY’s
hands. Shot widens to show that he and DORA are playing Stone, Paper
Scissors. Flicker of conspiratorial eye-contact between JIMMY and
HARRY, who’s holding, but not smoking, the joint.
DORA |
 |
I
had such a beautiful marriage. We just lived to … live.
Went everywhere, knew everyone. Had everything … Had everyone. |
She
throws a flirtatious glance at HARRY, then happily shows paper to
cover JIMMY’s stone.
HARRY |
 |
So
when did you flog your inheritance? |
DORA |
 |
Well, we had these landscapes, and Flood said he could copy
them … and he introduced us to Sol … |
JIMMY starts apprehensively. HARRY fixes him with a warning eye.
DORA’s still in the past.
DORA |
 |
… well, Sol sold the landscapes and took his cut, and
we went to Woodstock on the proceeds. Which was fab. And then
there was India … |
JIMMY’s
hastily shown paper. She shows scissors.
DORA |
 |
This is so not your lucky day! |
HARRY
(Resigned) |
 |
So you sold the lot. |
DORA |
 |
Most
of them. (SUDDENLY) Don’t bogey the joint, sweetie! |
HARRY’s
stubbed it out in frustration. DORA abandons the game with JIMMY
and starts to roll another joint.
DORA |
 |
Flood’s are just as pretty. And they’re copies,
you know, not forgeries. We didn’t do anything wrong
…
|
Her
attention’s on what she’s doing.
DORA |
 |
But now there’s my ghastly sprog to face. And the boot-faced
Bitch he’s married. I am in such trouble, darlings. You
can’t think! |
It’s
not a great day for the Old Farts either.

Scene
sample from Ballykissangel Ep 7 Series 3 Personal Call
( 1998 )
757.
EXT/INT – ST. JOSEPH’S SACRISTY – NIGHT
ASSUMPTA appears
in the doorway before PETER can close the door. Her POV of the sacristy.
It’s obvious he’s been sleeping there.
ASSUMPTA |
 |
D’you
want to talk about it? |
PETER |
 |
What? |
ASSUMPTA |
 |
Whatever has you looking so knackered. |
PETER |
 |
You think talking solves everything, don’t you? |
ASSUMPTA |
 |
A trouble shared …. |
PETER’s
face closes.
ASSUMPTA
(Deliberately nasty)
|
 |
Oh, sorry, I forgot, a priest talks only to God. |
He
turns away.
PETER |
 |
I haven’t the strength, Assumpta. And most of it’s
your fault anyway. |
ASSUMPTA |
 |
Look, I … |
PETER |
 |
No,
I just mean … I’m living out of a suitcase, I’ve
a lot on my mind … and I don’t need half the parish
upset and coming up to me about your daft Women’s Group
thing … |
ASSUMPTA,
who’s assumed they were going to talk about their relationship,
is gobsmacked. He misunderstands her reaction.
PETER |
 |
I
know. The whole thing’s stupid. But you put ideas into
their heads … |
Eye
contact. Now, suddenly, it is about their relationship and he’s
too tired to pretend otherwise.
PETER |
 |
… you put ideas into people’s heads … |
Long
Beat. We see her reaction.
ASSUMPTA
(Genuine) |
 |
I’m sorry. |
PETER
(Bleak) |
 |
Yep. |
She
turns away. Then speaks, not looking at him.
ASSUMPTA |
 |
Peter? |
PETER
|
 |
What? |
ASSUMPTA |
 |
You can tell anything to a friend. |
PETER
|
 |
Priests don’t have those kind of friends. |
We
see her expressionless face.
|