Part 3.

INT. A BUSY FACTORY CANTEEN

Terry is sitting around a table with four colleagues at the back by the vending machines. They are drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. ANDERTON, their suited manager, walks past, they eye him suspiciously then turn back to their conversation.

TERRY

...so I came home yesterday, bloody knackered and she was only standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but a...

Terry's colleague opposite catches his eye and nods behind him. Terry turns around and sees Anderton standing there, hands on hips.

ANDERTON

Erm, Terry, I spoke to you yesterday about signing off on each shipment, need I remind you that the entire consignment for the first quarter must be accounted for and shipped by Monday 28.

Terry turns back to the table.

TERRY

Every day is fucking Monday.

Anderton blanches incredulously.

ANDERTON

Erm, excuse me? What did you say? 

Terry stands up and turns around, gripping the coffee can in his hand. He stares at Anderton. The canteen goes quiet, workers on their benches turn their heads.

               ANDERTON

If you kept your mind on the job, we wouldn’t have to have these little chats.

He walks off.

TERRY

                      Cunt.

Terry sits down and opens The Scum newspaper. The date reads Monday 24 Year 7. The headline reads TERRORISTS ATTACK NEW BIRMINGHAM! CHAIRMAN LOCK VOWS ACTION! There is a large picture of Lock.

COLLEAGUE

Load of bollocks   Tel.

Terry takes a drag on his cigarette.

TERRY

You know it.

As he exhales, he burns a hole in each of the Chairman's eyes with his cigarette.