- South London 2 Script š Genuine
The doors open onto a wet pavement. Streetlight gold on black tarmac. A distant sound of music from a basement flat.
Where are we?
Mm?
(not looking up) And what does yours think? - South London 2 SCRIPT
The doors open onto a wet pavement. Streetlight gold on black tarmac. A distant sound of music from a basement flat.
Where are we?
Mm?
(not looking up) And what does yours think?