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She rounds the corner and runs down the pier hill. exT - pier hill - DAY She runs past a boy (ROBERT) sitting on a bench deep in study, a large book in front of him. Her hat blows off. Robert runs over and picks it up offering it to her. ROBERT Hey your hat! LUCY (semi-mocking but smiling) Why thank you, kind sir. ROBERT You’re welcome. She runs off. We see the famous Southend pier stretched out in the background as Robert, gawping momentarily at this innocent vision, calls after her. ROBERT (shouting) Hey, don’t I know you. From school, Lucy, right? We pan around as she half turns, still running. LUCY Sorry. I’m late for my audition. We see the Palace Hotel in the background as he shouts... ROBERT Wha? on the pier? Wait for me. LUCY (over her shoulder) Maybe. If you’re quick. Beat. He think about it, whilst she disappears down to the start of the pier. Robert gives chase. EXT - START OF SOUTHEND PIER - DAY She disappears down into the pier entrance... INT - TICKET OFFICE - DAY ...and down to the train level, quickly buying a ticket, and then just catching the train. Robert arrives too late and watches it disappear into the difference. He turns and runs back up to the promenade level. CUT TO: INT - TRAIN - DAY Lucy looks out to see if Robert has followed her. She shrugs. She starts to fix herself up with a make-up mirror and rehearse some lines from a play as the train exits to promenade level. Through the window, we see Robert running alongside, down to the deck. He is catching the train and boasting about how fit he is anyway. She is amused and smiles back, pulling her tongue out at him through the window. intercut with: EXT - PROMENADE - HALF MILE MARKER Robert running alongside. He eventually gives up, puffing and panting, as the train finally gets away. FADE TO: EXT - END OF SOUTHEND PIER - SAME Outside the pier theatre. Seagulls are squawking overhead as Robert, out of breath, sucks on a stick of Southend rock, she is licking some candy floss. They are both leaning over the rail, and gazing down at the sea. He is still clutching his book. We can plainly see that it’s an Astronomy book. She has her play (Romeo & Juliet) in her free hand. ROBERT Sorry you didn’t get the part. LUCY (philosophically) Oh there’ll be others along in a minute. She tosses the play away and shrugs. ROBERT Was it because you were late? LUCY Oh, whatever. I just can’t plan things out, you know, timetables and the like. Things just - happen. ROBERT I remember, I heard you always were late for classes. And your homework. So, Is that what you want to do, be an actress? She plays it up la de da. LUCY Well maybe. But I just like coming down here everyday in summer anyways. There’s the theatre where I can dream and the bazaar where I can shop. Do you like my hat? ROBERT It’s er... different. (beat) You know, there’s nothing special about dreaming. It’s just the brain trying to re-organize and catalogue our memories. LUCY Well get you Einstein. All clever and clinical but no romance. And soo dull. Besides, I’m daydreaming, it’s not the same. (beat) So what are you reading? Robert, clearly wounded at being tagged as unromantic, seeks to avoid further embarrassment and tries to hide his book. ROBERT Oh nothing. LUCY Go on. Oh stars! I read those. I’m a Gemini. (Quoting) “Today, with Mars moving into my opposite of Sagittarius...” ROBERT That’s astrOLOGY. It’s all made up hogwash. LUCY No it’s not. What’s your sign? ROBERT Guess. He holds up his hand in anticipation. She, eager to play the game, looks deep into his eyes. LUCY (with confidence) That’s easy. A typical Sagittarius. Robert counts out one finger and shakes his head, triumphantly. LUCY (miffed) Perhaps a Capricorn... The second finger is raised, then a third, and so on all the way to nine. LUCY ...Aquarius. Ha! I knew it. ROBERT (condescendingly) Very good. I’m a convert. LUCY What a convicted pervert? He lashes out in jest, she laughingly yelps trying to avoid him. fADE TO: eXT - END OF SOUTHEND PIER - later SAME day They are eating opposite each other outside at one of the cafщ tables. They are both staring away into space. LUCY What are you dream...thinking of? ROBERT (smiling) I’m star gazing, thinking of the future. What about you, where are you now? LUCY Oh, escaping... ROBERT From...? LUCY My life, my family, the world at large. Wondering what will happen to me. What I will become. ROBERT So nothing in particular then. She smiles sarcastically and looks at him. LUCY What stars? I can’t see any. ROBERT There will be, you have to wait. They’re out there, just hiding ‘til dusk. (Beat) That’s what I want to do. LUCY Gaze out into space all day? Heaven! ROBERT Well, in a way. I want to be an astronomer. LUCY Ugh! That means studying. I hated my exams. I confidently predict I will pass nothing. I won’t exactly be hanging on for my results. ROBERT I couldn’t be like that. Failure’s not in my vocabulary. LUCY (smiling) Oh, I won’t fail. (beat) So where will you go to study? To the moon? To the stars? Perhaps somewhere exotic and romantic like...? ROBERT Salford University. LUCY Oh. Do you know when? ROBERT If I get my grades, and I will, I’ll have to leave at the end of the week, you know, to find lodgings. (beat) So what do you want to be? She stops, and then looks at him. LUCY I want, I just want to be...remembered. That’s all. They eat on, then finish. LUCY Same again ROBERT No, I’m full. LUCY No, silly. I mean tomorrow. Here. ROBERT (smiling) OK. fade TO: EXT - END OF SOUTHEND PIER - ANOTHER DAY He has changed only his T-shirt. She is wearing another, simple flowery dress. And a different hat. They are halfway down the pier in one of the shelters. Both are still reading books. She has her head on his lap and is learning another play. LUCY Don’t you think it’s a bit dry. I mean why plan to spend all your life peering down a telescope looking at faint, far away specks of white light. ROBERT (smiling) Oh no. I remember the first time I saw the Milky Way. It was like someone had taken a giant brush, dipped it into white paint and swept it across the night sky. And all the destructive beauty of nebulas and galaxies colliding, like fireworks exploding in a paint factory. She smiles, eyes wide open in admiration. LUCY (Unconvinced) Well that’s romantic, in a scientific sort of way. ROBERT And your star signs, they’ve all changed since the Greek or Romans first drew up the patterns in the year dot. Plus it’s all rubbish. LUCY S’not ROBERT Is. LUCY Not She laughs. LUCY It’s good clean fun though. No-one gets hurt. I guess in reality I only trust my insight and my guides. ROBERT Guides? She points upwards. LUCY You know. He shakes his head. She laughs and hits him playfully with her book. LUCY (cont’d) You’re so contradictory, you know? ROBERT Who me? LUCY You have it all planned out. Exams, Uni-versity, Astrologer Royal, Sir Robert Bla, bla, bla. He winces. LUCY (cont’d) ...and yet, you won’t give any credence to a pre-destined life. And you call me weird. fade TO: eXT - END OF SOUTHEND PIER - ANOTHER DAY Another change of T-Shirt for him, this time an “I Love Lucy” one. An even more funky outfit for her. ROBERT So you think that by just letting things happen you’ll be successful, that the powers that be have it all written out for you. LUCY No. You have to be looking, you have to recognise the opportunity and take it. I mean, take the trains... ROBERT Like these? They go up and down, back and forth to nowhere. A fixed line, like our lives. Beginning, journey, end. LUCY ...but trains in general. They all go to somewhere different. It’s picking your moment. Choosing the right train to go for, and then deciding where to get off. Letting inspiration pull the emergency cord and not bing afraid to jump off if the timing is right. (beat) That’s what I’m doing. I’m just waiting for my train. ROBERT And how will you know. I mean, how will you know which one is the right one? LUCY I’ll just know. Just like you. Chasing after me. ROBERT So, trust my life to British Rail. My parent’s would kill me. They walk on. LUCY I have to go. I have drama classes. You know we’ll never see each other again. ROBERT (unconvinced) There’ll be holidays... LUCY I’ll be gone. ROBERT Where? LUCY (smiling) Don’t you listen? They walk on some more and stand by the pier telescope. Robert looks through the eyepiece as Lucy plays with the coin slot. ROBERT Why don’t we arrange a meet. Say in five years time. And we can see who’s right and who’s wrong. I’ll be a famous professor and you’ll be... LUCY (beaming) ...I’ll be a whateaver. So when? ROBERT How about five years, four months, nine days and... (looking at his watch) eight hours seventeen minutes. She gives him a puzzled look. ROBERT (cont’d) The millenium. She reaches up and kisses him gently, and then turns and walks away. Act 2 ext - pier hill - night Establishing shot - Palace Hotel pan around to see the pier at night. EXT - START OF SOUTHEND PIER - five YEARS LATER A posh car pulls up, the bodyguard gets out and opens the door for LUCY, now older, expensively dressed and carrying the air of someone famous. She is holding a present. She walks along the pier and then stops. The driver/bodyguard starts to follow at a discrete distance but Lucy, gazing whistfully along the pier, motions him to stop. She quickly whips out her old compact and checks her make-up. EXT - pier hill - night Long shot of Lucy starting to walk along the pier. EXT - END OF SOUTHEND PIER - SAME We see a tall man (ROBERT) looking out over the sea. He is well dressed, and sporting shades. One hand is on he rail, the other by his side. Lucy approaches from behind and reaches out to place a coin in the telescope by his side. close-up on robert from behind He breathes in the air and raises his head slightly, but doesn’t turn around to face her. LUCY Hello. ROBERT Hmmm, you smell expensive. You’re late. LUCY The train’s not working. I had to walk. (beat) I came a long way. ROBERT I know, It’s a long pier. LUCY (laughing) You didn’t think I’d turn up? ROBERT I remembered. Beat. LUCY I brought you a present. Happy Millenium. Robert turns, and as he does so his white cane slips from his grasp and falls onto the pier. He holds out his hand, missing the gift she is proffering. She is aghast. LUCY I’m sorry I... He fondles the wrapping on the small gift as she bends down elegantly to pick up the cane and places it in his hand. ROBERT (non-plussed) Hmmm, feels . Is it a Close-up as the millenium fireworks start to explode, illuminating their faces. eXT - END OF SOUTHEND PIER - SAME They turn and she takes his arm. They start to walk back along the pier, the pier telescope in the foreground gazing aloft. The pier’s millennium fireworks continue to explode in front of them, silhouetting the pair. We pan upwards to look at the fireworks in all their glory. ROBERT (VO) So. Tell me what are they like? LUCY (VO) Oh, like fireworks exploding in a paint factory.  title SCRIPT  Author Cy Jones  PAGE 13. 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