HARRY
I’ll burn that bridge when I come to it.
A small sad smile between them.
HARRY (CONT’D)
Anyway, our flight back isn’t until this time next week. We’ve got some time to see the city.
JOY
Have we got enough money?
HARRY
We’ve got everything we need.
They hold hands, and the look between them suggests that Harry’s not talking about money.
HARRY (CONT’D)
Doris, how about another couple slices of that steel-belted radial bacon…?
DORIS
Getting a taste for it, are you? I thought you might.
HARRY
George, about those racing tips. Got a hot horse for a newly independent man?
Smiling, George beckons Pario over, pulls up a chair as Harry pulls Joy close.
EXT. TOTTENHAM COURT ROAD—DAY
As Joy and Harry come out of a betting shop, and swing off down the street together. They pass one of the many electronics shops there.
INT. TOTTENHAM COURT ROAD ELECTRONICS SHOP—DAY
On Tvs in the window and in the shop, Sky News is showing a slide with the Erickson logo and the International No-No symbol, a la Ghostbusters, superimposed over it.
TV ANNOUNCER
It was announced today that the receivers have been called in at Erickson Computers, after the apparent failure yesterday of their entire product line worldwide. The company’s world-wide losses are presently reckoned in the billions of pounds, including lawsuits pending for refunds and damages.
The SHOP GUY at the counter is pulling open box after box of a batch of Erickson calculators that just came in: the DELIVERY MAN who brought them stands waiting impatiently.
DELIVERY MAN
(over the TV)
I can’t stay here all day. Can’t I just leave them with you?
SHOP GUY
(over the TV)
Nah. These came in from the factory this morning. Might have this malfunction problem. Busted ones go back to sender with you.
The Shop Guy plugs a POWER CONVERTER into the wall and starts pulling the calculators out of their boxes and TESTING them.
TV ANNOUNCER
— The whereabouts of the company’s founder, Robert Erickson, are presently unknown, but the board of directors of Erickson are assembled in London to handle the crisis, with emeritus partner and former co-CEO Michael Carlyle leading the oversight team. The product failure has been attributed to a computer virus introduced into the manufacturing process at the company’s processor manufacturing facility in London…
The Shop Guy continues TESTING the calculators.
SHOP GUY
This one’s dead.
(tests another)
And this.
(and another)
And this.
(and another)
One good one. All the rest go back to Erickson.
He puts the single good one aside, repacks the others and gives them to the Delivery Guy, who EXITS.
A BROWSING MAN who’s been looking at other calculators elsewhere in the store now comes over and peers at the Erickson.
BROWSING MAN
That one working?
SHOP GUY
Yeah. Nineteen ninety-nine.
BROWSING MAN
I’ll give you ten.
SHOP GUY
You kidding? Thirteen quid, mate, and I’m doing you a favor.
BROWSING MAN
You heard the news. What if it breaks like all those others?
SHOP GUY
Okay, ten…
BROWSING MAN
Let me see it running.
Shop Guy loads in the batteries. As he does, the display (pointed toward the counter) desperately flashes: IT’S ME, IT’S ERICKSON, HELP ME, HELP MEEEEEE…
And as Shop Guy flips it over, the display resets to 0.
EXT. PICCADILLY CIRCUS, DAY
Joy and Harry come out of the Underground. Joy carries a bunch of flowers. She and Harry CROSS to the Burger King, stand for a moment as if examining the menu, then PROP the flowers against the wall. In the distance, BELLS are ringing “Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clements…”
PASSERSBY regard the flowers in bemusement. Joy and Harry exchange small somber smiles that broaden, and turn to walk together down Regent Street. Joy starts to drag Harry in one direction, stops uncertainly. They pause: then Harry pulls her along that way, and the two of them RUN OFF like happy kids, the flowers stirring in the breeze behind them.
FADE TO BLACK
A recommendation
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About the Author
Diane Duane has been writing science fiction and fantasy for more than thirty years, in an assortment of formats—books, short stories, comics, television (both liveaction and animated) and computer games.
With her husband and frequent collaborator, Belfast-born novelist and TV writer Peter Morwood, she lives in Ireland in a peaceful rural townland forty miles south of Dublin. There, acting as the Owl Springs Partnership, the two of them pursue total galactic domination in company with their cat Goodman, their electronic associates Calanda, Ayeka, Isileth and Spot, an ever-growing crowd of characters, and (at last count) six hundred and twenty-four cookbooks.
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