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Episode One. Ext. The Graveyard
Paul: [READING] ‘Stephen Chance. 1905 – 1984. Beloved father and devoted husband. Til we meet again on that golden shore.’ Well, Stephen, if you lived around here, I guess you died of boredom. [SIGHS] Tell me Steve, why do you think that given the entire universe to pillage alien nasties and extra-terrestrial slime-balls always want to invade god-forsaken spots of Great Britain. If I was a megalomaniac mushroom from outer space I’d choose somewhere like Florida. Or the Maldives. Much more enjoyable – both for the evil invaders and the poor old Tomorrow People that have to foil their fiendish plans.
We wait another couple of beats.
Paul: You know, you don’t say a lot do you Stephen? Well, this place is dead anyway. I’d better be off.
FX: We hear the TP telepathy effect. The next conversation is mind talk.
John: Paul. Elena. Have you found out anything?
Paul: Nothing much unless you consider the fact that there’s a jumble sale on Wednesday important. Or, according to graffiti on the back of the mausoleum, that Lisa loves Pricey.
John: Your mood isn’t improving, is it Paul? What about you Elena?
Elena: Hardly anything I’m afraid. No one seems that keen to speak to me. Lots of nervous glances and conversations coming to a premature end when I get anywhere near.
John: I’ve noticed the same. They certainly don’t seem to like strangers round here.
Paul:Why do all villages we investigate have to be such a cliché? They’ll be telling us to ‘keep to the paths ‘next.
John:I think we should regroup. Where shall we meet?
Elena: What about the pub on the green?
John: Good idea.
Paul: Let me guess, it’s called the Slaughtered Lamb or something?
John: No Paul, The Furry Tree apparently. Why would you think it was called that?
Elena: Ignore him John. He’s just teasing. I’ll see you two there.
FX: The telepathy is cut
Paul: Ah well. That’s my cue. See you Stephen.
Paul in the graveyard