The Aeroplane, Scene One.

(More 'best-of'. I'm away.)

IN AN AEROPLANE SOMEWHERE. IT IS LATE AT NIGHT.

WAYNE AND TRENT ARE IN ADJOINING SEATS. THEY ARE FLYING ACROSS THE COUNTRY FOR A MAJOR PRESENTATION. WAYNE IS AGENCY MANAGING DIRECTOR AND HAS SEEN IT ALL, KNOWS ALL THE TRICKS AND CAN PICK BULLSHIT AT A HUNDRED YARDS. HE HAS BEEN AROUND LONG ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT THE ENTIRE ADVERTISING INDUSTRY IS JUST A BIG GAME PEOPLE INDULGE IN BECAUSE THEY WOULD GET BORED WITH THEIR LIVES OTHERWISE. AS WELL AS BEING REFRESHINGLY CYNICAL, HE IS ALSO SEMICOMATOSE AFTER SEVERAL EXTREMELY ENJOYABLE SINGLE MALTS.

TRENT IS A GUNG-HO ACCOUNT MANAGER ON THE WAY UP, VERY CLIENT-FRIENDLY, VERY AMBITIOUS AND NOT ALL THAT CLEVER. A TYPICAL ACCOUNT EXECUTIVE. NATURALLY, HE IS STILL WIDE AWAKE.

TRENT (TAPS WAYNE ON THE ARM): Wayne, what exactly do you really think about the presentation, in your heart of hearts? Do you think we can improve it? I think maybe there are some parts of it that can be even better. I want to get the 'wow!' factor into it big time. We want to really knock their socks off. Do you think should we run through it again right now? (HE STARTS TO REACH INTO THE OVERHEAD LOCKER FOR HIS BRIEFCASE)

WAYNE (OPENS HIS EYES SLIGHTLY): Trent, we can improve it by forgetting about it for
half an hour while I get some sleep.

TRENT (IGNORES HIM): Do you think it’s punchy enough? Don’t forget
they’re going straight into another pitch afterwards. They need to
have ours engraved on their memories. You know, we need to go out
with a real bang. Do you reckon it’s big enough, exciting enough ...

WAYNE (EYES CLOSED AGAIN): Yeah.

TRENT: Are you sure, Wayne?

WAYNE (BEING VERY PATIENT, THE SINGLE MALTS ARE KICKING IN): Yeah.

TRENT: What about the graphics?

WAYNE (MAYBE GETTING A TOUCH IRRITABLE): What about the graphics, Trent?

TRENT: Can we make them work any harder? Let’s just have another look while we’ve got time.

WAYNE: I was already dreaming about fucking graphics, Trent. I was seeing beautiful colours and prancing pink stallions and great panels of glittering fluoro were drifting past my eyes like clouds on a summer day in Toy Town. Then you went and fucking woke me up, Trent.

TO BE CONTINUED, UNFORTUNATELY