here is a sample:
The pub is a little dirty and run down, if there is ever a cleaner, he is not there now. We can almost smell the odour of the footballs fan's beers. As we pan through the pub we see that is quite busy. MITCH is awkwardly sitting alone on a small table. STAN effortlessly glides through the pub with two pints of beers in his hands. His eyes are focused on his, 'golden- boy' and the camera follows him to his seat. MITCH begins to become less stiff.
STAN
Here we are, get that down ya.
MITCH
Cheers (muffled)
STAN
I know what you’re thinking. Listen Mitch, mum/
MITCH
I'm not thinking about her Stan
STAN
She would of wanted us to keep on going as if/
MITCH
Stan can you please stop I've I've just...well I've decided to give up the drink. (Quietly) that's all
There’s an awkward silence. STAN looks confused
STAN
Ey? What’s brought this on then? We did jus' win MITCH...go on Mitch, its Cors, light beer
He winksMITCH
I'm not on a bloody diet I just don't feel like drinking anymore dad, not now, not ever.
STAN
Alright then, more for me.
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