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We open on a healthy blackcurrant bush.
On the bush, various blackcurrants are looking at each other and communicating via looks and noises.
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They look as one towards the distant gates of the RIBENA farm just beyond their field.
One of the berries slips off and falls to the ground.
The other blackcurrants look down as one. And gasp. |
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It bounces off a kerb and onto a country lane. |
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Where a thunderous great tractor thunders towards it.
The wheels roll mercilessly over the blackcurrant.
But we then see that, very fortunately, the blackcurrant was saved by the enormous tread on the tractor tyre.
Its relief is curtailed by a gust of wind blowing it very nearly into the path of a speeding bicycle.
It manages to miss the bicycle and rolls terrifyingly towards the grate of a drain. |
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It teeters precariously on one of the bars of the drain. We cut to see the blackcurrant’s POV as it peers down into the menacing blackness below it. A bit of debris falls down the drain and we hear the echoing drips and the subsequent splash as it hits the depths. |
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We cut back to the blackcurrant bush where the berries all look on in horror. And gasp.
The echoey sounds are interrupted by a loud whirring.
It is the brushes of a big roadsweeper trundling in the direction of our perilously placed blackcurrant.
It gets caught momentarily in the spinning brushes.
Before being sent flying through the air. |
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Incredibly, it lands safely in soft grass.
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It looks up to see it is right outside the Ribena factory gates and gasps, becoming quite excited.
SPECIAL EFFECTS: Choir of angels.
We hear the sound of something being hit. |
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A golf ball that lands splat on top of our little blackcurrant.
Squashing it flat in a frenzy of purple gunge.
MALE VOICE OVER: NEVER MIND. RIBENA TASTES GREAT BECAUSE 95% OF ALL BRITAIN’S BLACKCURRANTS MAKE IT.
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We mix through to see blackcurrants dropping into a vat in the Ribena factory.
The swirling purple sea swallowing them up.
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Ribena bottles and title.
TITLE: 95% OF ALL BRITAIN’S BLACKCURRANTS MAKE IT. |
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