Plead

Int./Ext.

(Lizzie walks down the hallway, and tries to sort herself out in the mirror, just
before she opens the door. She pulls her dressing gown tight, trying to hide the
blood and opens to the door to find her neighbour standing there, looking
concerned. She opens the door slowly, only slightly at first, trying to hide as
much of her as she can.)

Lizzie: Morning Arthur, everything alright?

Arthur: Morning, I just… I heard a bit row going on last night, and heard a
bit of a commotion just now, just wanted to check everything was
alright?

Lizzie: Oh, no, no, we were fine last night and I was just trying to move a
bookcase around when it collapsed on me! (smiles, trying to look
convincing)

Arthur: If you’re sure… (Tries to look inside, round the door)

Lizzie: Yeah I’m sure, but thank you for your concern.

Arthur: Alright, well I’m next door should you need me.

Lizzie: Thank you, speak to you later.

(She quickly closes the door as Arthur walks away. She turns her back to the
door and leans against it.)