INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Greenford, London, 2000
CATHY, 34, is furiously throwing her belongings into her suitcase which is on the bed. Nine-month old KATIE is crawling on the floor, crying. KEITH, 36, is stood opposite the bed.
KEITH: For fuck sake Cathy, this is ridiculous.
CATHY: There's only that's ridiculous Keith, and that's you with that fucking job of yours. Every day you still late at that bloody theatre school till nearly midnight whilst I'm here changing nappies and feeding Katie. You're pathetic.
KEITH: Pathetic? I've worked hard to get where I am. If you are so jealous of my success then fuck off. I'm going to be better than Steven Spielberg one day. You watch.
CATHY: No you won't Keith. You're deluded!
KEITH: You know nothing about theatre. One day you'll be begging to see my work on stage but more importantly, begging me to let you suck my cock.
Cathy gasps in a mix of shock and disgust at Keith. She storms over to him and slaps him hard in the face. Katie continues to cry, her shrieks overpowering the room.
CATHY: You're disgusting. We could have saved this pathetic excuse of a marriage if you hadn't of gone inside one of your students.
KEITH: Well, she was a much better shag than you. Young and petite. Sex with you is like shagging a ragged out goldfish. You just sit there and flap around lifelessly while I pound you, and even then it's like shoving my cock into a carrier bag.
CATHY: Well, me and Katie will be better of without you.
Cathy pulls the now closed suitcase off the bed and picks Katie up. She storms out of the room with the suitcase. Keith walks behind her intently
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EXT. DRIVEWAY - NIGHT
A black taxi is waiting outside. Cathy paces towards it, pulling the suitcase with one hand and tightly holding Katie with the other. Keith comes out behind them.
KEITH:(Shouting across driveway) Burn in hell bitch!
Cathy throws the suitcase in the back. She scowls back at Keith before getting in the cab and slamming the door shut. The taxi drives off.
Keith runs into the road and puts his middle finger up at the back window towards Cathy.
He watches as the taxi drives off. He contemplates what has just happened and walks back into his house.
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INT. DRAMA SCHOOL CLASSROOM - DAY
Highfield Drama School, West Ruislip, 2016
A group of approximately forty-five students are all sat down in a horseshoe pattern of chairs, all chatting to each other. STU is sat at the table in front of them, drawing random pictures on his notebook. Keith walks in with a notebook, and chucks it down on the table.
KEITH: Right, shut the fuck up.
The students gradually quieten down.
KEITH: Right, For anyone who's new, my names Keith. I'm the principle and main teacher. The greatest stage director of this fucking generation. This is Stu, my right hand man. Let's go over some ground rules. First rule: don't fuck with me. Fuck with me and I will rupture your anal cavities. Is that clear?
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