Plenty [antikvár]

ONE knightsbridge. easter 1962 - í--e>lLTW . A wooden floor. At the back of the stage high windows give the impression of a room which has been stripped bare. Around the floor are packing cases full of fine objects. At the front lies a single mattress, ott which a naked man is sleeping face downwards. susan sits on one of the packing cases. In her middle thirties, she is thin and well-presented. She wastes no energy. She now rolls an Old Holborn and lights it. alice comes in front the street, a blanket over her head. She carries a small tinfoil parcel. She is small-featured, slightly younger and btisier than susan. She wears jeans. She drops the blanket and shakes the rain off herself. alice : I don't know why anybody lives in this country. No wonder everyone has colds all the time. Even what they call passión, it still comes at you down a blocked nose. (susan smokes quietly. alice is distracted by somé stray object which she tosses into a packing case. The man stirs and turns over. He is middle aged, running to fat and covered in dried blood. susan cues alice.) susan: And the food. alice: Yeah. The wet. The cold. The flu. The food. The loveless English. How is he? susan: Fine. (alice kneéls down beside him.) alice: The blood is spectacular. susan: The blood is from his thumb. (alice takes his penis between her thumb and forefinger.) alice: Turkey neck and turkey gristle, isn't that what they say? (A pause. susan smokes.)