Sylvia Meathook In peace-time britain.
Syvia Meathook is busy fixing a hook Into the ceiling
of her kitchen, while she awaits the return of her hus-

-band from the night shift at the Shreaded Wheat fact-

-ory. She is watching the reflection flicker in her sh-

-iney metal kettle, light is streaming through the wind

-ow from" the great fires lighting the whole sky around

her estate.
A helicopter is hovering overhead sporadically aiming

its spot-light into her kitchen, which remains unlit but
for the light outside, .helicopter lens capture Sylvias
image on the video film for advert footage.
Sylvia Meathook is waiting, and while she does she is
fixing that hook. Sylvia stops her fixing and switches
into the television channel; 1940's suits ; two men are
speaking to each other with a lampshade spllting them
in two, one is smoking a pipe and the other is drink -

-ing Brandy, the first has a walking stick and is trying
to blackmail the other over an event that happened ye""

-ars ago at Cambridge, the one with the walking stick
uses it as a punctuation devfice, tapping it on the grou-

-nd while he describes the arson act of the other.
The one who is drinking the Brandy is trying to put his
finger prints all over the bottle and glasswear, window
frames. The pipe smoker and walking stick tapper do-

-esnt want the police to know that he has been there

and is upset.

Sylvia Sits up.
Stands up and takes the screwdriver and continues to

fix the meat hook into the ceiling .
The peace-time Britain helicopter is hovering, shines a

light into the kitchen.
The sound of a thousand matches being struck around

the estate,, ,a particularly loud struck match echoes
into the kitchen, shakes the house with the volume of
it, , .The sound of riots from a BBC sound effects reco-

-rd fades in smoothly, ,too professional for realism.    I
The windows of the kitchen magnify ever act of the riot. |
A small barbers pole test signal appears in the top right,

hand comer of the television screen,                  I

.highly emotional violins screach away the cllamaxtic
music of high drama, high art, a popular elite song, liked
by the small group of Roman Invaders that control the
country, the marching oppressive music nagging away
pathetically.

A tramp walks down a rain sodden vine path, grapes;

heavy and purple weigh down the vine trees.

Sylvia replaces the screwdriver in the draw where it "

belongs, , ,they expect to relax, ,to find a key. .rwear

now gloves against the dabs.

Polite society are discusing the perfect murder from the

comfort of calm sitting room .Then the line;" you dont

have to if you dont want to" after hours of persuasion.

The planning of the perfect murder: raincoats down a

rainy street.

Sylvia goes down into the cellar and takes a small silver

key fromtthe ornate 1930's world depression tattered clo-

-thes she is wearing.

Wearing white glove she turns the key in the lock of the

freezer.

Regular scheduals and a smoke filled room, two unsynro-

-nised watches. The portrait of the queen over the fire
place, the anti-hero has a picture of a minnor prince over
his stinking bachalor's bath tub.
The fires still flicker.

Sylvia brings out of the freezer a large Joint, half a cow
. .a man sizrad feast. Takes a pair of scissors from a
pocket, and drags the blood dripping defrosting meat up
the stairs with a pair of scissors stuck in the fatty flesh
The helelcopter search light shines in through the kitch-

-en window, the great fires blazing away outside,the

meat defrosting, the hook fixed In the ceiling, red noose

mark around the neck,,, strange tasting tea, poison brew,

here in peace-time Britain zone.

(the next voice fades in, ,the tape decayed)

a puddle of molten blood ice on the kitchen floor. Light

from outside causing shadows to sweep jagged across

the walls of Sylvias kichen.

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