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EXT: UPMARKET STREET – OVERLOOKING THE SEA – DAY
Gwyn stands in the front garden of his detached executive home, gazing at the spectacular sea view. He looks up at the sky.
He begins to speak to someone standing behind him.
GWYN
At least the weather’s improved. Wouldn’t like to do all this in the rain.
BAYLIFF 1
I’m sorry Mr Williams. I get no pleasure from doing this. Just has to be done, I’m afraid.
Gwyn hands a big set of keys to the Bayliff. His BMW X5 has been freshly cleaned and polished.
A large removals van is parked behind the car.
BAYLIIFF 1
There was no need to clean it. Get them in all sorts of states, we do. Some people set fire to them rather than let us take possession.
GWYN
It was my fortieth birthday present from my wife. doesn’t seem right to let it go covered in shit.
Two men in overalls are carrying boxes out of the house towards the removal van.
BAILIFF 1
I’ve also been told to remind you that you still need to make last month’s payment to the court.
(He checks a clipboard)
That’ll be...six thousand, six hundred and ninety nine pounds and ninety-nine pence.
GWYN
And ninety-nine pence? Jesus!
A girl aged eight (LOUISE), carrying her favourite doll (SCARLET), is skipping around the boxes waiting to be collected.
GWYN
Be careful, Lou. Don’t want one of those big things falling on you and crushing you and Scarlet, do we? That’s all I’d bloody need.
GWYN (CONT’D)
Hey, babe. Have you packed up Scarlet’s things?
LOUISE
No need, dad. Scarlet doesn’t need anything. I sold all her clothes and acssectories on eBay yesterday so you can pay gran.
Gwyn doubles over, feeling sick and upset.
Louise is bewildered, hugs her father, clinging tightly around his neck and patting his back.
MAUREEN, Gwyn’s wife, joins the huddle.
GWYN
(Sobbing)
I’m sorry, so sorry!
LOUISE
Don’t worry, dad. I can buy Scarlet lots of new things when we’re rich again. Scarlet doesn’t mind…honest!
MAUREEN
Hey, come on. You’re a big hard miner, remember?
GWYN
Yeah. I remember.
The sound of shouting behind them breaks the huddle.
Gwyn’s eldest daughter (SARAH) is tugging at an iPad in the grips of one of the bailiffs.
SARAH
Let go of it, you shit! You can’t take that. All my course work is on it. I need it…(SHOUTS) FOR MY EXAMS!
GWYN
Hey! Come on, please? She needs her books and her iPad for her exams next week. Surely there’s something in the rules that allows us to keep the essentials?
The bailiff relents and walks back into the house.
SARAH
(Sarcastically)
Thanks, DAD!
Neighbours on either side of Gwyn’s property are watching the exchange from behind well-manicured hedges.
Sarah sees them and makes an obscene gesture.
GWYN
Give me a break!
Sarah storms off to a waiting taxi.
MAUREEN
Give her time, Gwyn. She’ll come around. She’s just embarrassed.
GWYN
Aren’t we all? Does she think I wanted this to happen?
MAUREEN
She’s moving from her school at a crucial time and all her friends too.
GWYN
If there was any other way…
MAUREEN
I know, Gwyn. She does too. It’s just hard on her. It’s the last thing she needs right now.
GWYN
You think I don’t know that?
The window of the taxi winds down and a furious Sarah sticks her head out.
SARAH
Are we going, or what?
GWYN
Guess we’d better check out the house. See if there’s anything left that they’ll allow us to take.
MAUREEN
Suppose it’s a good way of de-cluttering. Fresh start, and all that.
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