[Scene: The Queen Vic Pub. Evening.]

(The pub is bustling with its usual energy. Mick Carter is behind the bar. Linda is cleaning glasses, and Stacey Slater is sitting at a table with Sonia Fowler. Patrick walks in, holding a record under his arm.)

Patrick:
(Excitedly) Mick! You won’t believe what I’ve got here. A rare gem!

Mick:
(Raises an eyebrow) What is it, Patrick? Please tell me it’s not another one of your obscure records.

Patrick:
Obscure? (Chuckles) This ain’t just any record, mate. This is John Cage’s 4'33"!

Linda:
Four minutes and thirty-three seconds? What, is that how long it is?

Patrick:
(Smiling) Exactly. It’s a masterpiece.

Sonia:
(Hearing this, she turns to the bar) What’s so special about a song that lasts four and a half minutes?

Patrick:
(Stroking his chin) Ah, Sonia, you see… there’s no music in it. The piece is silence.

Stacey:
(Snorts) Silence? You mean you bought a record that’s just… nothing?

Patrick:
(Smiling confidently) It’s not “nothing,” Stacey. It’s about the sounds around you. It makes you listen to the world.

Mick:
(Leaning on the bar) So you’re tellin’ me, you sit there, doin’ nothin’, and that’s the music? You’re havin’ a laugh!

Patrick:
(Laughs) That’s the point, Mick! It’s not about the notes. It’s about the atmosphere, the sounds in the room—the audience becomes part of the performance.

Linda:
(Putting down a glass) That’s actually kinda beautiful, don’t you think? I mean, it’s like sayin’ every moment’s a song.

Stacey:
(Shrugs) I think it’s a con. Bet the bloke made a fortune off it too.

Patrick:
(Defending Cage) It’s not a con, Stacey! Cage wanted to challenge the way we think about music. It’s art!

Mick:
(Chuckling) Alright, Patrick, let’s see what all the fuss is about. Put it on the jukebox.

Patrick:
(Shakes his head) Nah, nah, Mick. You can’t just listen to it like that. You’ve got to perform it.

[Cut to: The Vic’s upstairs living room. The gang has gathered. Patrick sets a timer.]

Patrick:
Right, everyone. We’re gonna give this the proper treatment. Four minutes and thirty-three seconds of silence.

Stacey:
(Sighs, sitting on the sofa) This is ridiculous.

Patrick:
(Grinning) Just trust me. Ready? And… go!

(Patrick presses the timer. Everyone sits in silence. Linda looks around the room, hearing the faint hum of the fridge. Mick taps his fingers but quickly stops when Linda glares. Stacey hears the muffled sound of a baby crying in the distance. Sonia tilts her head as a siren wails faintly outside.)

Sonia:
(Whispering) Is this the piece?

Patrick:
(Whispering back) Shh. It’s happening.

(The timer beeps. Patrick smiles triumphantly.)

Mick:
(Laughing) Well, that was… somethin’.

Linda:
(Surprised) You know what, I get it. I actually get it.

Stacey:
(Still skeptical) Get what? All I heard was the boiler makin’ a racket.

Sonia:
(Pondering) Yeah, but maybe that’s the point. It’s like, every sound mattered. Even the little ones.

Patrick:
Exactly! 4'33" makes you appreciate the music in everyday life.

Mick:
(Smiling) Alright, Patrick. I’ll give it to ya—maybe Cage was onto somethin’. But don’t go askin’ me to put that on karaoke night.

(Everyone laughs as the camera pans out. The faint sound of the pub below rises as the scene fades.)

[End Scene.]