CAPTION: 'THE END'
Establishing shot of large Harrods-type store. Outside limousines
and taxis are disgorging very rich customers. Small doormen in
enormously large coats opening doom of cars. A man with his nose
bandaged comes out of the store. One large car pulls softly up to
the curb, and as small doorman opens its door, an enormously opulent
lady in furs gets out. The doorman holds the door open. She knees
him in the groin and walks on into the store. Chris Quinn arrives on
a bicycle. He parks the bicycle against the curb (the doorman flings
it into the road) and goes into the outer hall of the store. He
passes a couple leaving who also have noses bandaged. A gaggle of
customers, mostly pepperpots, rush out. A very eager pepperpot lady
shopper, going the other way, rushes between the two and bangs into
a set of glass doors which have closed behind the gaggle. She cries
out with pain clutching her nose and is escorted away by a large,
coated attendant. Chris Quinn looks up at the list on the wall. It
BASEMENT: DANGEROUS GASES, VIRUSES, CONTAGIOUS DISEASES,
RESTAURANT AND TOILET FIXINGS.
GROUND FLOOR: MENSWEAR, BOYSWEAR, EFFEMINATE GOODS
HALL, ILL HEALTH FOODS.
MEZZANINE: TABLEWARE, KITCHEN GOODS, SOFT FURNISHINGS,
HARD FURNISHINGS, ROCK-HARD FURNISHINGS.
FIRST FLOOR: COMPLAINTS.
SECOND FLOOR: COSMETICS, JEWELRY, ELECTRICAL, SATIRE.
THIRD FLOOR: NASAL INJURIES HALL, OTHER THINGS.
FOURTH FLOOR: GRANITE HALL - ROCKS, SHALES, ALLUVIAL
DEPOSITS, FELSPAR, CARPATHIANS, ANDES, URALS, MINING
REQUISITES, ATOM-SPLITTING SERVICE.
FIFTH FLOOR: COMPLAINTS.
SIXTH FLOOR: COMPLAINTS.
SEVENTH FLOOR: COMPLAINTS.
EIGHTH FLOOR: ROOF GARDEN.
NINTH FLOOR: TELEVISION AERIALS.
TENTH FLOOR: FRESH AIR, CLOUDS, OCCASIONAL PERIODS OF SUNSHINE.
(Quinn, knowing that there are doors, goes forward more
cautiously and enters. The banging of noses on glass doors is a
constant background theme. Cut to the gift department. A large lady
is standing by counter holding a large cylinder, with a rose
Lady: Yes this looks the sort of thing. May I just try it?
Assistant: Certainly, madam.
(The lady presses button and a sheet of flame shoots out
across the hall)
Lady: Oh! Sorry! So sorry! (she is happy though)
Yes that's fine.
Assistant: Is that on account, madam?
(Chris walks by, watching with interest but not much concern,
passing a customer whose back is on fire but who has not noticed)