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Alternative Ending 2 - by iamiridescent

FX: STREETNOISE OF LONDON'S WEST END AT XMAS/ ELECTRONIC CAROLS/ OLIVER-THE-MUSICAL STYLE VENDORS SELLING WATCHES, PERFUMES, LUCKY HEATHER, 2 FOR£10 MIXING WITH "REPENT, REPENT, THE END OF THE WORLD IS NIGH" / EAT MORE NUTS/ EVENING STANDARD ...

Michael: (running, breathless) Hurry up, Charlotte! Stop swanning about like Marie Antoinette. Put that pashmina down –

Charlotte: Don't see why we have to do the last episode at Kings Cross…

Michael: Be glad when this is over, can't sleep at night, the lines running through my head, like hearing voices-

Charlotte: Where's Orlando?

Michael: Apparently the bbc booked a cab for him! Who's he think he is, international man of mystery?

FX: Tubestation noise, christmas crowds

TANNOY: Delays possible to all destinations.

FX: Bleeping and swishing of entry barriers

GUARD: Tickets!

Charlotte: (fast, irritated) Tickets, Brian!

Michael: Eloise showed them - stop calling me Brian!

Charlotte: Eloise, wait!

Guard: Just need to see the tickets.

Charlotte: She showed you!

Guard: Calm down madam! I can't see anyone else here with any tickets, can you?

Charlotte: I'm supposed to be your wife - why did you give her the tickets?

Guard: Go on go through - I don't want a domestic on my hands. Merry christmas.

FX: Underground train noise, crowds pushing and shoving.

Charlotte: Where's Eloise?

Michael: I can't see her.

FX: Screeching through tunnels, muffled station announcements, mind the gap, Kings Cross announced, sound of doors opening, loud.

FX: Sudden silence, a tinkle crackle like ice breaking

Female child: You dropped this.

FX: Tube train noise resumes

Charlotte: Thanks, my script... Argh! My hands! They're burning! The script is burning! Oh my God, it's the BOOK!

Tannoy: One final task. You cannot escape your destiny. Delays possible to all destinations, apologies for any inconvenience this may cause.

FX: Fade up of a bar, glasses clinking and E and O chatting in Portuguese

Charlotte: … and then Michael was a policeman and I don't want to do this anymore… I don't know who I am –

FX: Kings x station hubbub

Michael: - to be honest Mr Shearman, Charlotte's lost the plot. Look, there she is at the bar talking to herself.

Shearman: (sounding like the Man) Hmm.

FX: little dogs yapping excitedly at mr Shearman's heels, he stamps and snaps at them they whimper down.

Shearman: Let me introduce you to your new writer.

FX: Sudden cessation of station sound, silence, a tinkle crackle like tiny ice crystals breaking

Woman: Hello darling, I'm Mrs Ferguson.

FX: Station noise

TANNOY: Would Mr Ferguson please proceed to the meeting point where his wife is waiting. The train for Portugal is due to depart. This service is experiencing delays of approximately 500 years. Apologies for any inconvenience this edit may cause. We wish you a pleasant journey, and merry Christmas.

FX: Girl’s laughter rising and echoing.

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