GENESIS 9:29 And all the days of Noah were nine hundred and fifty years: and he died.

INT A darkened auditorium. At one end a large screen is showing a football match. There are several tables and at one side, a bar. At one of the tables, ANDREW, a simpleton, is sitting with KARESZ, a bearded thirty something.

ANDREW: So, its Friday night, Karesz. 10-30 and we're watching Poland Ecuador.
KARESZ: Yeah. (grins)
ANDREW: It's not a very good game, is it?
KARESZ: No.

A long pause. ANDREW and KARESZ stare blankly at the huge screen.

ANDREW: A bit of a waste of time in fact.
KARESZ: Hmmmmm.
ANDREW: Don't you have anything better to do?
KARESZ: Sorry?

Another long pause.

ANDREW: Well, for example, you're a university professor. And it's exam period. Don't you have exams to mark or something?
KARESZ: No.
ANDREW: Okay. Well, my point is that we aren't really getting much from this game.
KARESZ: So.
ANDREW: We could be reading. Learning things.
KARESZ: I've already done a lot of reading.
ANDREW: Right. But, you can always learn something new.
(KARESZ frowns)
From the newspaper. Or something else. Jeffrey Archer. Camus. Philosophy.
KARESZ: So?
ANDREW: I mean, we could get something from that. But not Poland and Ecuador.

(Half-hearted cheers are heard from the handful of people gathered in the auditorium. Poland have just hit the post.)

KARESZ: Okay. Then. Let's say I did that.
ANDREW: What?
KARESZ: Went home and read something.
ANDREW: Yes.
KARESZ: Like Camus.
ANDREW: Yes. (Pause) Camus. Sartre! Archer. (ANDREW frowns and scratches his head. A very long pause.) Descartes!
KARESZ: Yes. And I read for an hour and a half.
ANDREW: Hmmmmm.
KARESZ: Then... what?

Pause.

ANDREW: Yeah! Then what? (grins stupidly, then holds his hand up for a high five. KARESZ picks up his beer and looks back at the screen.)

CUT