Journey's End 6
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            EXT. MOVING TRAIN - NIGHT

            The train races along, the countryside a blur as it eats up
            track.

            The train passes an isolated house.  Light streams from the
            downstairs windows, illuminates two children at play in the
            garden.



            INT. TRAIN CARRIAGE - SAME TIME

            Three people occupy the carriage.  An OLD MAN, asleep, who
            drools down his chin.

            A YOUNG MAN, early twenties, listens to annoyingly load House
            music on his MP3 player.  The BOOM BOOM of the bass the only
            sound heard from the earphones.  The Young Man must be deaf.

            The third and last occupies a window seat.  BRENDA COOPER, a
            plain woman in her late thirties, bored out of her mind.

            Brenda watches the two children in the garden as the train races
            past.

            She gives up looking out of the window and pulls a magazine from
            her bag.  The edges are worn and curled, just like Brenda.

            The magazine has been read more than once already, but she
            starts again with nothing else to do.



            EXT. MOVING TRAIN - NIGHT

            The train carries on with its journey, Brenda engrossed in her
            magazine.



            INT. TRAIN CARRIAGE - LATER

            The Old Man, now awake, drool removed.

            The Young Man's MP3 player pumps out a new tune.

            Brenda quietly dozes, the magazine on her lap, on the very edge
            of sleep.

            The train jolts her awake and she yawns.

            The train starts to slow and enters a station.  It comes to a
            stop at the platform.

            Brenda looks at her watch and at the name of the station.

            She reaches for the trusty magazine.



            EXT. TRAIN - NIGHT

            The Young Man and his music exit the train.

            MARCUS BROON, an arrogant, self-centred man in his mid-thirties,
            enters a carriage.



            INT. TRAIN CARRIAGE - NIGHT

            Brenda has found an interesting article, one she missed on
            previous reads.

            The train pulls slowly away from the station.

            Marcus enters from the adjoining carriage and walks towards the
            next, but stops when he spots Brenda.

            He isn't quite sure it's her so he tries to peer around the
            magazine she reads.

            Brenda notices with horror.  She tries to manoeuvre the magazine
            so he cannot see her.

            She fails.

                                MARCUS
                      It is you!  I wasn't sure at first.

            He plonks himself down, uninvited, next to Brenda, making her
            uncomfortable with his close proximity.  He's invaded her
            personal space.

                                MARCUS (cont'd)
                      What a coincidence!  It's great to see you
                      again.  How are you?

            Brenda waits for a big hole to open up and swallow her, but it
            doesn't happen.

                                BRENDA
                      I'm fine.

                                MARCUS
                      I'd almost given up seeing you again after
                      Carol's party.  You never rang.

            Brenda squirms, but she holds it together well.

                                BRENDA
                      I, err, misplaced your telephone number.  I
                      tried phoning Carol to see if she had it
                      but I couldn't get hold of her.

                                MARCUS
                      Well, I spoke to Carol but she didn't have
                      your number, so it's a good job I caught
                      this train then, isn't it?

            Brenda nods but doesn't agree.

                                MARCUS (cont'd)
                      Let me give you my number again.

            Brenda pleads to the heavens as Marcus rummages in his coat for
            pen and paper.

            Successful, he writes down his number and gives it to her.

                                MARCUS (cont'd)
                      When are you available to get together
                      again?  Maybe you would like to go for a
                      drink tonight?

                                BRENDA
                      I can't tonight.  I'm on my way to visit my
                      sister.  She's just given birth.

                                MARCUS
                      You have a sister?  Really?  I'd love to
                      meet her sometime.

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            INT. RESTAURANT - EVENING

            Brenda's sister and her husband eye Brenda and Marcus with the
            kind of look people give a child when they have just said
            something sweet.

            Marcus sits close to Brenda, his arm around her.  Brenda wears a
            look of disgusted horror.

                                BRENDA'S SISTER
                          (to Brenda and Marcus)
                      Ahh, you two are such a sweet couple...
                          (to her husband)
                      ...don't you think, dear?

                                BRENDA'S SISTER'S HUSBAND
                      Like two love birds.

            Brenda squirms.

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            TRAIN CARRIAGE

            Brenda squirms.

                                BRENDA
                      She'll be too busy with the baby and
                      everything.

                                MARCUS
                      Nonsense.  She'll enjoy meeting me.  It'll
                      be fun.  We're bound to get on like a house
                      on fire.

                                BRENDA
                      She won't want to bring the baby.

            Marcus isn't getting the message.

                                MARCUS
                      Good, that's settled then.  You know I'm
                      glad you were at the party.  Carol's get
                      togethers are usually such dull affairs,
                      boring people, in fact I very nearly didn't
                      go.

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            INT. CAROL'S HOUSE - NIGHT

            The party in full swing.

            Marcus makes his way through a crowd of people on the hunt for
            someone to chat to, but finds himself surrounded by the most
            ugly women on the planet.

            From out of nowhere we see Brenda, but not the Brenda we've got
            to know on the train, the Goddess Brenda of Marcus's dreams.

            This Brenda has impossibly large breasts.  A golden light
            surrounds her, slushy love music accompanies, as she swings her
            stuff in slow motion towards Marcus.

            Marcus spots her.  His eyes pop out and he drools.

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            TRAIN CARRIAGE

            Brenda smiles politely but doesn't mean it.

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            INT. CAROL'S HOUSE - NIGHT

            The same scene as before but from Brenda's perspective.

            Marcus chats to a shit faced Brenda.  Despite her lucid state
            Brenda still finds Marcus a bore.

                                MARCUS
                      ...and then Fergie put on Rooney who went
                      on to score a hat-trick.

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            TRAIN CARRIAGE

            Brenda cringes in horror at the memory.

                                MARCUS
                      I'm glad I made the effort though,
                      otherwise we couldn't have spent that
                      wonderful night together.

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            INT. CAROL'S HOUSE, BEDROOM - NIGHT

            Brenda and Marcus in bed together.  Sex, hot, sweaty and
            gymnastic.

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            INT. CAROL'S HOUSE, BEDROOM - LATER

            Brenda asleep, happy and content, rests her head on Marcus's
            chest.

            Marcus has a cat-that-got-the-cream grin on his face.

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            TRAIN CARRIAGE

            Brenda's crumpled face tells a different story.

                                BRENDA
                      Yes, indeed.

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            INT. CAROL'S HOUSE, BEDROOM - NIGHT

            Marcus goes at it like a freight train, on top of a pissed and
            very bored Brenda.  He's all squeals and grunts.

            He finishes, rolls off Brenda, farts and goes to sleep.

            Brenda checks her watch, disbelieving. 

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            TRAIN CARRIAGE

                                MARCUS
                      You were quite lucky actually.  I'd only
                      just split up with my previous girlfriend,
                      Jenny.  She moved to Tibet.  I didn't even
                      know Barclays had an office there.  Anyway,
                      I wasn't really expecting to find anyone so
                      quickly.  If the party had been a couple of
                      weeks before we would have never have met.

                                BRENDA
                          (sarcastically)
                      How lucky for me.

            The remark flies way, way over Marcus's head.

                                MARCUS
                      Isn't it strange how things work out. 
                      Jenny was such a nice woman and I wondered
                      if I'd ever find someone as good again, and
                      I have.

            Bored, Brenda looks out of the window.

                                MARCUS (cont'd)
                      I still can't get you out of my head.  You
                      sort of, well, keep rolling around in my
                      thoughts.  We'll probably end up getting
                      married some day.

            Brenda = horror.

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            INT. THE MARITAL HOME, KITCHEN - DAY

            Brenda, a marital slave, cooks a huge meal for Marcus.

            Marcus, dressed only in stained Y-fronts, drinks and smokes at
            the kitchen table.

                                MARCUS
                      And once you have cleaned up after my
                      dinner, you can get naked and get yourself
                      up to our bed.

            Marcus grabs himself obscenely by the genitals and runs his
            tongue over his lips.  Drool dribbles down his chin.

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            TRAIN CARRIAGE

                                BRENDA
                          (under her breathe)
                      Over my dead body.

                                MARCUS
                      Anyway, I'm not going to let you go with
                      out arranging a date.  How about next
                      Tuesday evening?  We could go for a drink
                      and you could spend the night?

            Brenda = significant horror.

                                MARCUS (cont'd)
                      So are you free on Tuesday?

                                BRENDA
                      I can't, I'm busy that night.

                                MARCUS
                      How about Wednesday then?

                                BRENDA
                      No, sorry.  Busy again.

                                MARCUS
                      Well I'm free any night, when's best for
                      you?

                                BRENDA
                      I'm busy almost every night.

                                MARCUS
                      Come on, there must be one night you're
                      free?

            Marcus has pushed Brenda beyond her breaking point.

                                BRENDA
                      Look, don't you get it?

            A blank expression.

                                BRENDA (cont'd)
                      I'm not interested!

                                MARCUS
                      Well we don't have to go for a drink.  We
                      could go for a meal?  Chinese, Indian,
                      whatever you want.  Or we could try
                      somewhere a little up market.  You know,
                      caviar, champagne.  What do you say?

                                BRENDA
                      I don't want to go for a meal!

                                MARCUS
                      Well, what do you suggest we do?  Oh, you
                      want to skip the going out and go straight
                      to the staying-the-night part.  I get you.

            Marcus winks at her.

                                BRENDA
                      No, you don't get it.  I'm not interested.

            Dawn has broken in Marcus's head but he can't quite believe it.

                                MARCUS
                      What, are you trying to say that you don't
                      want to see me again?

                                BRENDA
                      Yes, yes!  That's exactly what I mean.

                                MARCUS
                      Why?

                                BRENDA
                      I never wanted to see you, now, then or
                      ever.  What happened at the party was a
                      mistake.  I was just getting over a bad
                      relationship, I was drunk, very, very
                      drunk, lonely and I didn't know what I was
                      doing.  I don't ever want to see you again.

            Marcus' mouth drops open, his tongue flounders for words.

                                MARCUS
                      Was it something I said?  Or did?

                                BRENDA
                      No!  Jesus, don't you get it you moron.  I
                      don't like you.

                                MARCUS
                      Isn't there any way we can discuss this?

                                BRENDA
                      I don't want to discuss it.  I want you out
                      of my life for good.

                                MARCUS
                      But you must have enjoyed the sex?

                                BRENDA
                      Sex?  Is that what it was.  I've had better
                      sex with a limp stick of celery.  The only
                      person you could give an orgasm to is
                      yourself.

            The train pulls up at a station platform and Brenda gets up to
            leave.

                                BRENDA (cont'd)
                      You're a selfish, arrogant, limp dicked,
                      worthless little man.  I'd be very
                      surprised if any women was ever interested
                      in you, because I can't stand you!

            Brenda storms off the train, a mini tornado, and leaves Marcus a
            shadow of the man he used to be.

            The Old Man sits and stares at Marcus, shocked.  He's so shocked
            he's forgotten to get off at his stop.

            It's only as the train starts to pull away before he realises
            his mistake.



            EXT. STATION - NIGHT

            Marcus sits by the window.  His bottom lip quivers and tears
            tumble down his cheeks.

            The Old Man, face pressed against the door, looks longingly at
            the station as the train pulls away.

            Brenda walks towards a TICKET COLLECTOR stood by the exit.

                                BRENDA
                      Excuse me, could you tell me when the next
                      train is due?

                                TICKET COLLECTOR
                      About fifteen minuets, love.

                                BRENDA
                      Thank you.

            Brenda walks to a bench and sits down to await the next train.

            She opens the magazine and reads.

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