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SCENE 4- REWRITTEN
March 9, 2010, 12:36 pm
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Scene 4

Ext

Day                    

He is in a vacant space, possibly the beach; he is doing a magic trick,

MAGICIAN

Now if I just give this deck a quick shuffle and ‘wham’ one hit, take the top card and….that’s not your card! I know that…. and so do you, but if I take a quick look in my inside pocket, ohhh the ace of spades, how did you do that? I hear you say, well I’ll tell you…  

He looks over his shoulder very suddenly

MAGICIAN

Roll up, roll up, half price veggies best prices on your fruit. You look like you could do with some vitamins love, here’s an orange on me!     

He looks back over his shoulder very suddenly, he’s laughing eccentrically

MAGICIAN

Boo, I’m telling you now little boy, I’ve got eyes in the back of my head, put the bullion back. Now run and tell mommy you’re considering a life of crime, mind you looking at you she would probably be proud. 

He looks back and stands true and proud whilst projecting at the top of his voice in a Scottish accent.

MAGICIAN

THIS IS OUR LAND!  CHARGGGGGGGEEEEEEE!

He suddenly stops and bursts into a rant

MAGICIAN

Yes I read the papers twice a day and I record the news to review at my leisure, I don’t need you to tell me about smoke screens, good heavens I probably helped create them. Do I believe human life is worth less than a dollar bill, indeed?  Its simple really, survival is the only agenda and at the core of it, is greed, why walk when I can take a cab and why take cab if I can take chopper and why take a chopper if I can take a jumbo, our society is designed to make rich men richer, god if you haven’t learnt that by now then you’re just thick.   

He looks to his right.

MAGICIAN

All I really want is a life, not to do this every day, sure the entertaining has its moments but I don’t want to go through life constantly worrying, I haven’t got a pot to piss in. I should have been a gangster or one of them football hooligans, that would have give me purpose, instead I’m left doing this because I am a chip of the old block, in other words a waste of fucking space and still I refuse to give the tax man a penny, I mean I would if I felt it was necessary and maybe one day I will, when I’ve got the minerals to do so, but no here I am,  maybe my face just doesn’t fit, this is without doubt a tricky situation.

 

He looks directly at the camera and smiles, the heroin addict flashes in his mind, he collapses.

End

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