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EXT. NEW PIER – DAY
SIMONE buys them fish and chips from a stall on the pier
SIMONEMmm, my god these are the best fucking chips in the
world. I ain’t been out the workshop all day, I’m a real arsehole for not eating at times. The only good thing about that it is at least I’m not gonna fill those work pants.
KIRSTEN I don’t think you could ever fill those.
SIMONEIf I ate what I wanted, I’d give it a bloody good try.
The girls eat and slowly stroll along the pier where they pass a PUNK GIRL playing very bad and out of tune sax music. They stop and lean over the railings looking out to the sea.
SIMONEAlright Miss Model. Miss super size zero. Just because your mates lose the calories with the flick of two
figures on the old tonsils,
KIRSTENThey ain’t my mates any more, I’m done with that shit. I
shouldn’t have done it in the first place.
SIMONEWell it earned you some wonga didn’t it.
KIRSTENI just need to get on with what I’m supposed to do now.
SIMONEYou know what they say, you gotta do what you gotta do.
She picks a chip from the pile in her hand and throws it out to sea, watching a flock of seagulls all hit the water and making short work of it.
KIRSTENDo any of the family know about the shop?
SIMONENo they don’t, and as far as I’m concerned they never
will.
Awkwardness fills the air.
SIMONEYou speak to them still?
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KIRSTENNow and then, they seemed more impressed when they saw my picture advertising perfume in a trash mag than I had
some stuff in an exhibition.
SIMONEOh I bet they did, getting paid to pose with a bottle of
stink, that’s success to that lot is it.
She throws another chip out to sea.
SIMONE (CONT’D)Stay as long as you want Kirst, everything's different
here, people are more open-minded, less arse-holeish than London. Urgh London’s a rat hole! By the sea you can be
anyone you want to babes!
[Pause]
KIRSTENI appreciate you putting me up, I know it's been a while
since we spoke.
SIMONEShhh, don't worry about that nonsense, let’s go back and
set you up in your new home.
As they leave to walk away Simone pops her chips in the end of the saxophonist’s horn.
SAXOPHONISTWhat the fuck are you doing?!
SIMONEYou couldn't carry a tune if it had handles mate!
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