| Page | 2 |
| Frame | 1 |
| Description | In the headmasters office the room containing armed policemen. The headmaster is seated behind his desk and the parents face him uncomfortably sat in armchairs. Looking over the parents' shoulders |
| headmaster | I apologise for the circumstances |
| headmaster | Our school prides itself on it's high standards, but there had been a major breakdown of trust |
| mary | We are the ones that are sorry, Headmaster |
| headmaster | No, sadly not this time Mrs Curtis. |
| Frame | 2 |
| Description | Reverse shot of the previous Frame looking over the headmasters shoulders at the parents |
| headmaster | Your daughter is being held hostage. |
| mary | Oh no, poor thing |
| headmaster | A fanatic has her tied up in the science lab armed with some kind of high yield device. He will only talk to you Mr Curtis |
| Frame | 3 |
| Description | Outside the office the Headmaster and Tobias are talking privately whilst in the back ground Mary is being guarded |
| headmaster | I do hope the delicate nature of your business.. |
| tobias | Your scholarly excellence will continue after I've attended to the spring cleaning |
| Frame | 4 |
| Description | Mary and Tobias en route to the science lab |
| mary | This is our daughter, do whatever it takes to fix it |
| tobias | What ever business this man has |
| Frame | 5 |
| Description | At the entrance of the lab |
| tobias | he just made it personal |
| Frame | 6 |
| Description | The lab has three large room width desks with stools and sinks. Tobias stands in the doorway of the science lab, hands in the air, surrendering. Robin is strapped to a stool a desk and at the end of the room the hostage taker with his hand on a destruct button for a bomb in the fume cupboard |
| tobias | Hello, I'm Robin's father |
| hostager | Ah Mr Curtis, I am aware of your reputation. This is not a negotiation. I Want the Slough 3 released or you can trade your MPV for a sports coupe. |
| hostager | You have an hour for each year for your daughter's life |
