Strobe lights, drum rolls and trumpets. The finale is approaching. A slap across the cheek draws gasps from the crowd. As they touch down Crowe corners Weaving in the long-jump pit, fells him, and looks for guidance to the VIP box, where Knight, clad in a toga embroidered with gold and purple, sits alert and aloof. The crowd is baying and Crowe stands with short sword poised.
Knight waits a tantalising moment, then gives that fatal gesture.
The stadium erupts. Cut to the inflatable kangaroos on bicycles. I hope Ric's got the world rights to this. He'll make a killing.