FADE IN:

BLACK SCREEN

We hear HUMMING. It reminds us of Maasai initiation songs.

INT.STUDIO.DAY

We see, through the dusty, broken glass of a wall clock, that it’s four minutes to four o’clock. ANTONY, the new intern, looks like he weighs a hundred and plenty kilograms. He STOPS HUMMING, takes a deep breath. . .

                        ANTONY

                   (REPEATEDLY)

              The red lorry rolled along the

              Limuru-Lodwar road.

BOB the floor manager, FRANK the soundman and DAVE who is in charge of lights are standing around, their faces expressionless. They hardly move a face muscle when SALLY, the star – the only – reporter of City News charges in.

                        SALLY

              She stays. I go.

                        ANTONY

              She says she sees shiny seashells

              in sunny Seychelles. She. . .

Antony becomes tongue-tied when Sally, like an earth-bound angel, glides into the studio. He stares at her in rapturous wonder. MARTIN, a recent graduate and the new executive producer of City News runs after the angel. . .

                        MARTIN

              Sally please! She is sorry!

                        LINDA

              No, I am not!

LINDA, the editor. Late 20s. Hot-tempered. Frustrated.

                        LINDA