ORTON   And to think there’s another two coming round at seven.
My life is beginning to run to a timetable no member of the Royal Family would tolerate.

HALLIWELL   I’m improving.

ORTON   You are. Having your dick sucked regularly is turning you back into a human being.
The phone rings.

HALLIWELL   Who’s this? Nobody knows we’re here.

ORTON   I gave the Beatles’ office the number just in case. It’s Brian Epstein.
Cut to Epstein, then cut between the two. Epstein is looking through the script.

EPSTEIN   I was very impressed with your screenplay, Joe. Some areas I’m not sure I’ve understood correctly and perhaps you could talk me through those?

ORTON   Delighted.

EPSTEIN   Yes. (looking through the script) Now the Beatles are all pursuing the same girl, right?

ORTON   Yes.

EPSTEIN   We-ell, maybe. Knowing the boys as I do, I’d say that was … well … iffy. However, it’s on page fifty-three, scene eighty-six we definitely seem to kiss reality goodbye. ‘Cut to the boys in bed with Susan. One of them is smoking a joint. He passes it round.’ Two points there, Joe. One: these boys do not take drugs. They never have taken drugs. They never will take drugs.

ORTON   It’s only a joint.

EPSTEIN   (ignoring this) Second point: if the boys are all in bed with Susan this means, as I understand it, they are all in bed with each other. No, no, no. No, no. NO. (He forces a laugh.)

ORTON   (innocently) Why?

EPSTEIN   Why? Because these are normal healthy boys.

ORTON   I take it they do sleep together?

EPSTEIN   They do not.

ORTON   They are all very pretty. I imagined they just had a good time. Sang and smoked and fucked everything in sight including each other. I thought that was what success meant.

EPSTEIN   Mr Orton. Success means … well, it means a respect for the public. Besides, one of the boys is happily married. I’m sorry, Mr Orton. I hope you are having a pleasant vacation.

ORTON   You bet we are.

INT./EXT. TANGIER. MONTAGE. 1967.

Orton and Halliwell lying on rocks, sunning themselves like lizards. Moroccan boys showering against the white stucco outside wall of a beach house. Orton showers with them. Rubbing oil on boy’s back, hand under bathing suit. Orton hosing down the lush foliage on the patio, turning the hose on the boys. Coming out of the water. Rolling in the hot sand. Muddy and happy. Baking in the sun. Sequence ends with Orton and Halliwell on a balcony at sunset. They kiss.

INT. APARTMENT, TANGIER. DAY. 1967.

Sound of typing. Halliwell enters the apartment.

HALLIWELL   Why do you have to work? Enjoy yourself.

ORTON   I am enjoying myself. Listen to this.

HALLIWELL   I don’t want to. Not here. There’s going to be enough of this when we get back to London.
Orton goes on typing.
Stop it!