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A gang of thuggish boys slouch around outside a house, generally kicking each other and being stupid. One eventually comes forward, butch and huge, slapping hands with the others before going inside the house. The others hang around outside, whilst the boy sneaks down the corridor, looking antisocial'

He glances out into a corridor and sidles into a room, avoiding nurses and doctors. Now he looms over the bed of a poor defenceless old man on a bleeping machine.
He checks that no one is watching, and pulls out a bouquet from his jacket and puts it in the vase.

GRANDPA: (Happy) Charles!
BOY: (In a hushed tone, but hurriedly, as though trying to get something painful over and done with) I want to do'A-levels.
GRANDPA: Ah.
BOY: I need to 'but I can't.
GRANDPA: You don't want to fry chips anymore then?
BOY: I want to be an archaeologist.
GRANDPA: Lots of travelling.
BOY: Yeah. The whole world' Like you?
GRANDPA: (Chuckles) America'I thought I'd never see a land so wonderfully balanced between madness and boredom.
BOY: Friends say that money on dictionaries might as well be money for shi- toilet paper.
GRANDPA: Ha! Well the furthest they've been I bet is the local telephone box!
BOY: (After a pause) Friends will all go if I do'them (can't say A-Levels).
GRANDPA: (He laughs) Is it to be Primark or Persia, Charles?
BOY: (They hear a firework go off) They're waiting.
GRANDPA: (After a pause) Let them wait a little longer.