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TOM IS A TWENTY THREE YEAR OLD GRADUATE. HE IS DRESSED CASUALLY, WEARING A PLAIN WHITE T-SHIRT AND BLUE JEANS. HE IS SAT NEXT TO A LARGE AMERICAN MAN WHO APPEARS TO BE IN HIS MID-THIRTIES. THE MAN IS WEARING AN ARMY CAMOUFLAGED VEST AND BEIGE SHORTS. TOM NOTICES A TATTOO ON THE MAN’S LEFT ARM. IT IS THE AMERICAN NATIONAL FLAG WITH THE WORDS ‘FREEDOM FOR ALL’ WRITTEN UNDERNEATH. THE MAN TURNS HIS HEAD TO FACE TOM.

TOM:                          Sorry, I was just admiring your art work.

 

MIKE:                          (Raising his arm slightly) Yeah, she’s a beaut ain’t she?

 

TOM:                          (Sarcastic) Lovely.

 

MIKE:                          What’s your name boy?

 

TOM:                         Tom. Yourself?

 

THE AMERICAN EXTENDS HIS HAND. TOM SHAKES IT AND IS TAKEN BACK BY THE HIS VICE LIKE GRIP.

 

MIKE:                          Well people called me Tex, but I was born Mike. You’re a Brit then?

 

TOM:                          Yeah. And you’re from Texas?

 

MIKE:                          Sure am.

 

TOM:                          If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing in England?

 

MIKE DIPS HIS HAND INTO A LARGE BAG OF PRETZELS AND EMPTIES THE

HANDFUL INTO HIS MOUTH.

 

MIKE:                          (While eating) Sight seeing.

 

TOM:                          Oh, so where have you been?

 

MIKE:                          Well we’ve seen your bridge, the London wheel…

 

TOM:                          Eye…

 

MIKE:                          What?

 

TOM:                          It’s called the London eye.

 

MIKE:                          And Buckham Palace.

 

TOM:                          (Under his breath) Buckingham.

 

TOM WATCHES MIKE’S HAND DIP INTO THE BAG OF PRETZELS ONCE MORE. HE NOTICES HE IS WEARING A ‘SUPPORT OUR TROOPS’ BAND AROUND HIS WRIST.

 

(To himself) Oh great. It won’t be long til we’re on the subject of war.

 

MIKE FINISHES CRUCHING THE PRETZELS AND   SWALLOWS.

 

MIKE:                          Tell me Ted, what do you think about the war?