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  • Here is a bonus material scene from "Our Share of Tomorrow". It is an improvisatory encounter of John confronting Tom on the Quay, without Cleo there. Cleo has gone missing. This material was eventually incorporated into the scene that makes up "Tomorrow", and works according to a different chronology of events.

    JOHN FINDS TOM ON THE QUAY VERSION 1 (NO CLEO)

    Tom is on the Quay, holding a flower. He is smiling.
    John comes up behind him.

    JOHN
    Sorry mate, are you Tom?

    TOM
    What?

    JOHN
    Are you Tom? Just answer the fucking question, are you Tom?

    TOM
    Yeah yeah.

    JOHN
    Right, where is she?

    TOM
    Who?

    JOHN
    Cleo, Grace, whatever you fucking call her, where is she?

    TOM
    She left, she’s gone.

    JOHN
    Left? Where’s she fucking gone?

    TOM
    I don’t know, she just left, walked back up.

    JOHN
    What do you mean walked fucking back up? Where is she? You walked out with her. Don’t piss me about.

    TOM
    I’m not doing anything with you. She went off. I’m just...I’ve been sitting here, she came and sat next to me, and.. Look, I don’t know where she’s gone.

    JOHN
    Well, you’re coming with me and we’re going to find her.

    TOM
    I don’t know who you are.

    JOHN
    I don’t give a fuck you if you don’t know who I am mate, I don’t know who the fucking hell you are, do I?

    (Tom laughs.)

    What you fucking laughing at? What you fucking laughing at?

    I left a girl, a young girl going into that house 18 Park Road, to meet someone, and I rang her, and she didn’t answer, and some woman said that you’re her son, and that you’ve gone with her, and her her name isn’t... And her name’s Grace apparently. Now where the fuck is she?

    TOM
    Her name isn’t Grace. Right. Can you just calm down.

    JOHN
    Don’t fucking tell me what to do.

    TOM
    I’m asking you /

    JOHN
    Just tell me where she is /

    TOM
    As a human being, to calm down. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I was sat here. We had a chat, and she’s gone. She, she walked away. That’s, that’s all I know.

    JOHN
    I don’t understand. She better not be...

    TOM
    I haven’t done anything. I’ve never seen her before in my life.

    JOHN
    That woman said that you were her son. And she was called Grace. And that she was your friend. What the fuck is going on?

    TOM
    Cleo told my mum - who is my mum - that she is called Grace.

    JOHN
    Why?

    TOM
    I don’t know. Because she thought, I...I don’t know.

    JOHN
    Are you Elfman?

    TOM
    Yes. I don’t understand any of it. I’m Tom Elfman. yes.

    (John laughs.)

    JOHN
    How old are you? Answer the fucking question, how old are you?

    TOM
    I’m not comfortable with this conversation.

    JOHN
    Well bully for you. How old are you?

    TOM
    Can you leave me alone, please.

    JOHN
    Not until we find her.

    TOM
    You can go and find her, it’s a small village, I just want to be left alone, here, please. Will you please go. This is not your place. Can you please go.

    JOHN
    Don’t tell me what my place is, and what it is not.

    TOM
    This is not your place. I don’t want any trouble, I don’t know who you are/ I don’t know what you know/

    JOHN
    Right ok you don’t want any trouble./

    TOM
    So please just go, go up the street or whatever

    JOHN
    You don’t want any trouble you come with me now, and you find her, together.

    TOM
    I don't know how I’m involved in this.

    JOHN
    She didn’t tell you.

    TOM
    Look, I don’t understand why you need to find her, I don’t know what this is about, okay, so, alright, you go up one road, I’ll go up the other road, and we’ll intersect, and you look for her, and I will shout if I find her. If she’s in trouble...alright.
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