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That was good.
Can we talk about something?
Not now. I have an idea.
Listen, it's important. We need to talk about what we're going to do
Just stop worrying.
What's the problem?
I want to talk now.
After you drink to love and happiness forever.
Now.
After.
Good luck. I love that guy, but why does he have to follow us around?
Anyway, what I was wanting to say was this
Yeah, but you were good, you were really good. Fucking binbag', I liked that. You were good. You explored your maleness to the full there.
You think so?
How much did you pay?
I don't know.
How much did you pay?
I don't know.
How much?
I don't know.
What is this?
Security.
From what? Jehovah's Witnesses?
There was a breakin.
Downstairs, I know. Pensioner's terror ordeal: page six.
Doesn't it worry you?
No, it doesn't. I tried to let it worry me but it won't. I've worked on that paper for three years. There is a pensioner's terror ordeal on page six every day. Every day. Maybe when I'm a pensioner it'll worry me.
What's all this for, more security?
I fitted a lock up there. On the inside.
Oh, that'll come in useful.
What? Yes, that's fine.
You're sure? There's lots more.
No, I'm sure, that'll be enough.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
You're not eating.
Not eating what?
Not eating like you used to, that's what.
If you give me the plate, I'll eat.
I want to secure it.
Secure it? What do you mean you're gong to take it to a bank? You're not going to take it to a bank? You're not going to take it to a bank Or what, you want to bury it? Is that it?
You looking for me?
Looking for you? Yes.
What for? What did you want? The money? Was that it?
We just wanted to speak to you.
Who?
Your friends.
I don't know what you're talking about.
It wasn't deep enough. I told you it wasn't deep enough, but you wouldn't listen.
It doesn't neccessarily matter. They don't even know who those people are, and even if they did, they have nothing to connect them with us, nothing at all.
I'm glad you're so certain, Alex. It makes us feel a whole lot better.
I beg your pardon?
But they know.
They can know all they like, it won't do them the slightest bit of good
They know.
They know? So what? They have nothing, there is nothing, to connect us to that bodies stuff.
Except the money.
Sex lines? Is that it? Triple Xrated interactive fantasy? Old habits die hard.
Yeah, I was phoning your mother.
You old devil. Well, anyway, as you can see, we're leaving.
So I gathered.
Yeah, I'm sorry, but that's the way it is.
It's all right. I'll forward your mail.
No, really, I am sorry, sorry to be ducking out on you like this. I hope you won't take it personally.
Oh, no, no, no. Don't let it worry you. Not at all. It's probably for the best.
For the best. Exactly. I wouldn't want things to end on a downer.
Not at all.
I mean, we've had ups and downs, right good times, bad times?
Yeah?
But more laughter than tears, I think? Yes. On balance? I mean, remember that time when oh, we could talk all night, but we have to go. Don't we, Juliet?
No, can't think of anything else that matters.
About the mail
It's very kind of you to offer, but
Where do you think you'll go?
Where will we go? Where will we go? Juliet?
What?
I bought the tickets. One for her and one for me. It was my idea.
Your idea? Well, that fits. I mean, the two of you, that fits together. I should have seen that long ago.
"Poet?"
I was a poet till now, but I have seen beauty that puts my poems at one with the talking ravens at the Tower.
How do I offend, my lord?
By coveting my property. I cannot shed blood in her house but I will cut your throat anon. You have a name?
Christopher Marlowe at your service.
Here we come at last, my lord!
Are you bringing your laundry woman?
Her chaperone. My lady's country cousin. My, but you be a handsome gallant, just as she said! You may call me Miss Wilhelmina!
On a more fortuitous occasion, perhaps
Oh, my lord, you will not shake me off, she never needed me more, I sear by your breeches!
Is there a man?
A man, my lord?
There was a man, poeta theatre poet, I hearddoes he come to the house?
A theatre poet?
An insolent pennyapage rogue, Marlowe, he said, Christopher Marlowehas he been to the house?
Marlowe? Oh yes, he is the one, lovely waistcoat, shame about the poetry.
That dog!
You upstart inky pup! Now I will show you your place, which is in hell!
You are on my ground.
By God, I'll fight the lot of you
Your name?
Thomas Kent. I would like to do a speech by a writer who commands the heart of every player.