INT OFFICE OF WISHBONE MINING CORP DAY
REG STUFFERS, who STUTTERS, 55, billionaire COE of Wishbone Mining Corp, suit, short, a habit of pointing his finger when he talks and it violently shakes every time he stutters, seated at a desk shouting to Ted Potter. His ageing mother sits in a chair next to him, knitting, olden cloth dress, with skirt up around her knees, legs open showing her white bloomers.
REG Stuttering, shaking his finger)
Li Li Li Li listen POTTER, I have paid you tens of thousands of doll doll doll dollars to sink your Racing Club and n n n n now you tell me they have come up with a n n n n nude race day plan? I want that land for mining, d d d do you understand POTTER?
INT POTTER talks to STUFFERS DAY
Seated opposite STUFFERS, Ted listens and cannot stop looking up at MRS STUFFER’S dress.
It will not go ahead MR STUFFERS, this whole stupid idea is a farce
and I intend to stop it!
DAY INT REG SHOUTS AT POTTER
Reg is aggressively shaking his finger each time he stutters.
I truly do hope so Pot Pot Pot POTTER because your arse is on the line here.
Don’t you forget for one one one minute POTTER that I have fixed your books to the
tune of nearly fif fif fif fifty thousand dollars which has gone into your fat pockets.
I want that land!
I know, I know, everything will be OK.
The meeting will be a disaster and then you can buy the land dirt cheap!
Are you coming to the Cup meeting?
INT REG AND SOCKS DAY
Shaking his finger as he stutters.
REG(Looks over to his Mother)
No, my mum mum mum Mummy told me I have to clean out my sock draw!
(500 different coloured socks on the floor near a chest of 3 draws)
MRS STUFFER’S smiles, POTTER leaves the room.
INT STUGGERS TALKS TO WILSON DAY
Reg’s 2 not too smart stand over men, WILSON 40, 6’5” tall and skinny, hat on with FATTY 40, 5’4” short, nearly bald, fat, come in and sit down opposite him in chairs.
Wilson and Fatty, keep looking up MRS STUFFERS dress, sit on the edge of their chairs, mouths dropped, and waiting for the words to come out from Reg.
REG (FADE IN)
Ok, you two numb numb numb numbskulls, I don’t trust POTTER for one one one minute
and you are going to this race meeting and do do do do any any anything you
can to get it called off!
I must have this land, do you under under under understand?
WILSON AND FATTY
Yeh boss, you can count on us!
REG (Counting on his fingers)
O O O ONE, T T T TWO, TH TH TH THREE, F F F FOUR, FI FI Five
INT WILSON AND FATTY LOOK AT EACH OTHER DAY
Wilson and Fatty strangely look at each other, stand up and walk out of the office.
REG (VOICE OVER)
SIX, SEV SEV SEV SEVEN, EIGH, EIGH EITHT