Snatch An advertisement for a new brand of perfume.

SHOT IN BLACK AND WHITE, WITH SFX TO MAKE IT LOOK DATED TO THE 1940S. EXT. BALCONY OF A MANSION. MOONLIGHT. LIGHTNING.

A WOMAN in a diaphanous robe, which billows in the wind. The woman is making a sequence of dramatic gestures as if to express doubt and anguish of a particularly self-absorbed and pretentious kind. A MAN with slicked-back hair, evening dress, and David Niven moustache enters through the French windows. He is smoking a cigarette and looks disdainful. MAN Well? What are you doing out here? Why don’t you come inside, so that I can make violent love to you? WOMAN I simply can’t come in, darling. I know you still have… still have feelings for… Man For my dead wife? Woman (Aghast) Oh, it’s simply too terrible. The man grabs her hand and drags her inside. INT. THE SAME NIGHT. LAMP LIGHT.

Woman These are all her things. have all her things.

You still

Man Yes. They are just as she left them. The clothes have never been laundered. The woman picks up a pair of lace knickers and very luxuriously and enthusiastically begins to sniff them, with particular attention to the gusset. Woman Oh, Mrs De Winter… Snatch. V.O. The fragrance that possesses.

The man tries to grab the knickers off the woman. They have a tug-of-war over them. The embalmed body of a woman can just be seen in the background, lying on a gurney. FADE OUT.