Episode 2
Writer’s block
EMMA: No, that’s no good. That’s just that film I saw with Nicole. Oh, I bet Miss Jenkins saw it, too. Oh, this is a nightmare.
WOMAN: Oh no! Oh no! Lovely shoes!
EMMA: Are you all right?
WOMAN: Hmm? What? Oh yes, yes thanks, I’m OK. Well, actually, no, I’m not OK. The keys!
EMMA: Sorry?
WOMAN: The keys! I had them in my hand but I dropped them. Oh no! They went in there!
EMMA: What? Your keys? They fell in there?
WOMAN: Yes, the keys to the gallery.
EMMA: I’m sorry, I ...
WOMAN: I work in an art gallery. I’m the assistant manager.
EMMA: Really? Which gallery?
WOMAN: The Fielding Gallery on Cooper Road.
EMMA: I know that place. It’s amazing.
WOMAN: Thank you. Yes, it is a lovely little gallery. I just love it there. I hope to be manager one day.
EMMA: That’s great. Is that where you’re going now?
WOMAN: Hm?
EMMA: The gallery. Are you going there now?
WOMAN: Yes! There’s a big party there tonight for the opening of our new exhibition.
EMMA: Ooh, what exhibition?
WOMAN: Oh, a new painter, he’s very good, very expressive. You see his paintings and you just want to dance.
EMMA: Sounds wonderful. I’ll definitely try and see it.
WOMAN: See what?
EMMA: The exhibition. At the Fielding Gallery.
WOMAN: The Fielding Gallery? That’s where I work! And I really must go there now. I’ve got to open it for the party tonight. What did I do with my keys? Oh! The keys ... they’re in there!
EMMA: Yeah, still.
WOMAN: What am I going to do?
EMMA: Is there someone else who’s got the keys that you can call?
WOMAN: No! No one else can be trusted with something so important. The artwork in the gallery is very valuable. I keep the keys with me at all times, and I always find them immediately every time I lose them! It’s a good thing I’m such a reliable person.
EMMA: Yes, it certainly is. But I think you may have lost the keys for good this time.
WOMAN: Lost the keys? Don’t be silly. I haven’t lost them. I know exactly where they are. They’re right there, and I simply must get them out! This is awful!
EMMA: OK, calm down. Maybe we can ... Here, let me try, erm ... No, it’s not good. I can’t get my fingers through there. And I can’t pull it up either.
WOMAN: Do you have any children?
EMMA: Sorry?
WOMAN: Children. They’ve got smaller fingers!
EMMA: Erm, sorry, no.
WOMAN: Well, that isn’t very helpful, is it? Oh, this is the worst day of my life!
EMMA: We need a stick or something.
WOMAN: Maybe you can get it out with this?
EMMA: Me? OK, I’ll try.
EMMA: No, it’s not long enough. I can see the keys, they’re right there, I just can’t reach them.
WOMAN: Well, try again. I’ve got to get them back! I’m going to be late. I wanted to collect my dry cleaning on the way but I won’t have time if you don’t hurry up with this.
EMMA: Hold on! Dry cleaning? Where are the dry cleaner’s?
WOMAN: It’s just around the corner, but it’s closing time now.
EMMA: OK. Wait here. I’ll be right back.
WOMAN: Where are you going?
EMMA: To the dry cleaner’s!
WOMAN: That’s awfully kind of you, but I can go there tomorrow. Right now I just really need to get these keys out.
EMMA: Trust me. Wait here. Two minutes, OK?
WOMAN: OK. I’ll be right here.
EMMA: Excuse me. Could you please let me in?
MAN: Sorry, I’m just closing.
EMMA: No, please, it’s an emergency. I really need a hanger.
MAN: Oh, of course, it’s an emergency. Well, all right. Come on in and I’ll get you one.
EMMA: Oh, thank you!
WOMAN: Oh, lovely shoes!
EMMA: I’m back.
WOMAN: Oh, hello! Where’s my dress? Did it fall off the hanger? I mean, it was very nice of you to pick up my dry cleaning, but you really should be more careful with other people’s things.
EMMA: I didn’t pick up your dry cleaning. I only got the hanger.
WOMAN: Well, I hope he doesn’t expect me to pay for dry cleaning when all I got is the hanger. I mean really!
EMMA: You don’t have to pay. It’s just a hanger.
WOMAN: Oh, all right. To be honest, I never really liked that dress anyway, so it’s all good.
EMMA: Now, let’s see.
EMMA: Got them! Here you are.
WOMAN: Oh! That’s fantastic. You’re brilliant! You’re a genius ... er, …?
EMMA: Emma. My name’s Emma.
WOMAN: Emma. Emma. Thank you, Emma.
EMMA: Oh, the bus is there. You’d better hurry!
WOMAN: Oh, yes, yes. I’m so very late. Thanks, Emma. You saved my life!
EMMA: “Thanks, Emma. You saved my life!”
NICOLE: That’s brilliant, Emma! It’s a great story, and really well written. I love it!
EMMA: Miss Jenkins loved it, too. She gave me an A minus, best mark I’ve ever got in her class!
JUSTIN: Just a minute. You left out the most important part of the story.
EMMA: I did? What?
JUSTIN: Did she ever get her dry cleaning??
ALL: Justin!!