SCENE: INTERIOR, BASEMENT CORRIDOR OF A BAR IN HOXTON SQUARE. NIGHT.
It is a short corridor with unmarked doors at each end, and the entrances to the Ladies' and Gents' toilets next to each other in one of the walls.
MARIE PHILLIPS emerges from the Ladies' toilet. She is a 33-year-old novelist of very minor renown. She pauses in confusion: unequipped with any kind of sense of direction, she does not know which of the two unmarked doors leads to the bar.
A MAN comes out of the Gents'. MARIE turns to him in some relief.
MARIE: It's this door isn't it?
Midway through this sentence, MARIE realises that the MAN is in fact DOMINIC WEST, internationally acclaimed 39-year-old star of THE WIRE. DOMINIC WEST is far taller, better looking and less sweaty than his character JIMMY MCNULTY appears on screen, and is wearing a particularly fetching tweed jacket.
DOMINIC WEST: (slightly surprised to have been addressed) Yes, I think so.
MARIE opens the door which does indeed lead to the staircase up to the bar.
MARIE: They really should mark these doors.
DOMINIC WEST: Nonsense.
[Long pause]
DOMINIC WEST: Then we wouldn't have had this exchange.
MARIE and DOMINIC WEST walk side by side up the stairs.
MARIE: This brilliant exchange.
They both laugh.
[Very long pause]
MARIE: It's not one of my better ones.
MARIE and DOMINIC WEST return to their respective tables.
CUT
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