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INT: THE CUTHBERT BRODERICK: NIGHT - A typicaly cold, windy & wet yorkshire night. It's shit. It is late January 2009. MICHAEL is showing artwork to JOEY & ROBIN which is sprawled out all over the table. MICHAEL frowns slightly as he notices the flecks of spittle all over his work that JOEY has sprayed forth due to over excitedness as he talks so loudly that everyone is staring. ROBIN is sat in the chair opposite MICHAEL like a humunculus. (read more)
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