THE LOCAL VET, DR CHINNERY, CYCLES UP A HILL TO A FARMHOUSE.
DR CHINNERY (V.O):
Good afternoon.
MAN (V.O):
It?s just though here, veterinary.
SCENE 14. INT. FARMHOUSE. DAY.
THE MAN, FARMER TINSEL, USHERS DR. CHINNERY INTO THE HOUSE.
FARMER TINSEL:
You?re a good lad. Thanks for coming at such short notice.
DR CHINNERY:
Not at all.
FARMER TINSEL:
She?s in her basket.
DR CHINNERY ENTERS THE LOUNGE ALONG WITH FARMER TINSEL.
I know she won?t suffer with you, Mr Chinnery.
FARMER TINSEL WIPES A DAMP EYE WITH A HANDKERCHIEF.
I won?t be a minute.
DR CHINNERY:
Right.
DR CHINNERY TURNS AND LEANS TOWARDS THE DOG SAT IN IT?S BASKET. HE SPEAKS IN SOOTHING TONES.
Hello?Hello old girl. On your last legs, you old trooper?
HE PATS THE DOG.
Well?never mind. Had a good innings, eh? Chased a few cats?chewed a few bones.
HE TAKES A SYRINGE OUT OF HIS CASE, READY TO PUT THE DOG DOWN.
Well, you won?t be in pain much longer. Don?t mind this, just a silly little needle.
HE INJECTS THE DOG.
There we go?Shhh?Good dog. There?
HE STROKES THE DOG AND MAKES SURE IT DIES COMFORTABLY.
Off to the land of nod, eh?
FARMER TINSEL ENTERS THE LOUNGE AGAIN, CARRYING ANOTHER DOG.
FARMER TINSEL:
Here she is, veterinary. That tumour puts another half stone on her.
DR CHINNERY
Who have you got there, then?
FARMER TINSEL:
It?s Blacko. The poorly one, the one I want putting down, you know.
DR CHINNERY LOOKS WORRIED. HE POINTS TO THE DOG HE?S JUST PUT DOWN.
DR CHINNERY:
And this one? The, the?sleeping one, by the fire?
FARMER TINSEL:
Whisky? My little angel, she is. My little princess, aren?t you chick?
DR CHINNERY LOOKS HEARTBROKEN AT HIS MISTAKE.
DR CHINNERY:
Right?
FARMER TINSEL:
Whisky? Whisky?
DR CHINNERY:
I wonder if you?d take a seat, Mr Tinsel. I?ve some rather upsetting news?