1. Collision
By
Ashley Jackson & Hannah Rewbury
Bridgwater College
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2. FADE IN.
INT. ELDERLY MAN’S HOUSE - SITTING ROOM - DARK ROOM
EDDIE sits down in armchair, one leg crossed over the other.
EDDIE
Aah a bit of peace and quiet. Now
where’s my pipe?
Rummages in cardigan hung over chair.
Rose likes the smell of baccy, but
she always complains that I tap my
pipe on my heel, or wipe the edge
with the curtains.
Chuckles and taps the pipe on his heel and sucks on pipe.
Rose always gets my dinner about
now. We like to have a bowl of soup
and a crusty roll. Tomato’s her
favorite.
Ruffles hair.
She said it was my hair that
attracted her, ruffled with a hint
of James Dean. Everyone loves Rose
with her Marylin Monroe curves;
she’ll always be a star to me.
Don’t know what she ever saw in me.
Always said I was the rock that
kept her anchored.
Sucks pipe.
CUT TO.
INT. ELDERLY LADY’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DARK ROOM
Evelyn is sat at a dressing table, running a brush through
her hair.
EVELYN
One hundred brushes every night-
that’s what my mother insisted we
did before bedtime. I like to look
my best. Richard wants me to play
the part, hostess with the mostess.
Laughs.
Entertaining all his clients "yes
Mr Hiroshura, the veal is locally
sourced. Would you care for more
wine?"

3. 2.
Picks up glass of wine and sips.
Cheers. Richard never likes me to
drink before 6, but what the hell.
When the cat’s away the mice will
play.
Sips wine.
CUT TO.
INT. ELDERLY MAN’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DARK ROOM
EDDIE picks up nightgown and lays on bed and inhales smell
from nightgown.
EDDIE
Chanel number 5, Rose’s favourite.
She always said it was her one
luxury. I used to collect my loose
change in an old biscuit tin and
when it was full I would go to
Jolley’s and buy her a bottle. Her
skin is still as soft as silk. A
simple girl she would say - ponds
face cream for me and a drop of
almond oil in my bath.
(Smiling)
She would let me scrub her back -
come closer Eddie she would say.
Tendrils of hair falling down and
brushing her neck. Oh to kiss her
slender neck. That is what I will
miss the most.
CUT TO.
INT. ELDERLY LADY’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DARK ROOM
EVELYN picks up perfume bottle with stopper and dabs behind
ears.
EVELYN
Richard and I went to Grasse last
year. He treated me to my own
parfum. (Pronounced in French -
parfaa) A top note of verbier with
bottom notes of vanilla and ylang
ylang (pronounced yang). Good job
my mother had the foresight to
christen me with a decent name,
l’eau d’Evelyne (pronounced
Evehlean) has a much more
distinctive edge to it.

4. 3.
(Sounding bitter)
Imagine if you were called Rose.
Eau Rose sounds like a lavatory
cleaner.
CUT TO.
INT. ELDERLY MANS HOUSE - BEDROOM - DARK ROOM
EDDIE sat on the edge of the bed wringing the night gown in
his hands.
EDDIE
Why Rose? Did you grow tired of
your bingo and nights down the
club? Was the rough at the edges
one time bad boy not good enough
for you?
Sighs.
I will always love you Rose. My
beautiful fragrant Rose.
Weeps into gown.
CUT TO.
INT. ELDERLY LADY’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DARK ROOM
EVELYNE putting on red lipstick, then walks to the wardrobe
and takes out silk ties.
EVELYN
I have been a good wife, obedient,
subservient, housekeeper and cordon
bleu cook. Richard has always been
attracted to the finer things in
life. He used to call me his Geisha
girl.
Fingers silk ties and puts around neck.
What ever possessed you to put it
about with a brassy barmaid? I’ve
turned a blind eye in the past but
this really hurts.
CUT TO.
INT. ELDERLY MANS HOUSE - BEDROOM - DARK ROOM
EDDIE sits at the dressing table and picks up Rose’s hair
brush.

5. 4.
EDDIE
You always were attracted to the
smooth ones, especially if they had
the patter and a fast car. A silver
XJs with leather seats, no
competition hey? What did I tell
you Rose? Clunk Click every trip,
why were you so careless? No time
for Goodbyes now.
EDDIE sobs.
CUT TO.
INT. ELDERLY LADY’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DARK ROOM
EVELYN frantically starts stripping the bed.
She picks up Richards PJs and sits on the end of the bed.
EVELYN
What are you going to do now
Richard? Or should I call you Dick?
How does it feel to be all alone?
(Sounding bitter)
Was there a lot of blood, red like
a Rose, trying to impress were you?
(Sounding wistful)
But you know, don’t you. I will be
here, waiting.
FADE OUT.