Kate                I can give you some excellent advice. How to survive on

the streets. Rule number one.  (She stops and looks at him expectantly.)

Denzil             Yes?

Kate                Cost you a quid.

Denzil             A pound?

Kate                'Swhat I said, a quid. For rule number one.

Denzil             That's about all I've got left.

Kate                (Almost hypnotically.)  Trust me.  Just trust me….

Denzil             I must be mad.  (He gives her his pound.) What's rule number one?

Kate                (Close to his ear.)   Don't never --  trust --  no-one.

 

                        (She cackles with laughter as she pockets the pound.)

 

Denzil             Oh I see… and that's funny, is it?

Kate                You said it yourself -- you must be mad.

Denzil             And it doesn't trouble your conscience to con me out of my

                        last pound?

Kate                Can't afford consciences out here. And anyway, I gave value

for money…  Believe me, dearie, you follow that rule and

it'll save you countless pounds in times to come.

Denzil             Thankyou for the education. (He rummages in his bag and

produces a bottle of scotch.)  Perhaps you'd like to celebrate your triumph with a nip.

Kate                (Staring in horror at the bottle)  No!

Denzil             Just to show there's no hard feelings.

Kate                Put it away.  Put it away!

Denzil             I'm sorry.   Are you -- temperance or something?

Kate                No dear.  Not temperance. I'm what I've always been, these

                        last twenty years.  An alcoholic.

Denzil             Oh God.

Kate                We ran a pub, you see. My husband and me.

Denzil             So you were really married?

Kate                Oh yes…. Do something you're good at, they say. Well, we was

                        good at drinking, so a pub seemed like a good idea.

Denzil             Is he still around?

Kate                My Charlie?  He's gorn, dearie, gorn years ago.

Denzil             Oh, I'm sorry.

Kate                Went to the surgery, he did, and picked up something nasty.

Denzil             A virus?

Kate                The receptionist.

                       

                        (She cackles with laughter.)

                       

Denzil             Why are you laughing? He left you.  He rejected you.

Kate                You're a right ray of sunshine.  Mind you, it weren't funny at

the time. Left me to run the pub single handed, struggling to

pay off his debts… The brewery kicked me out, but not until I'd

drunk most of the stock.  That was when I first found my

Smudge, wasn't it darling?             I come round from a binge one day

and there he was.

Denzil             He's twenty years old?

Kate                What's wrong with that?  He's my friend… someone to talk to…

                        (Sadly.)  someone to love…

Denzil             I'll  -- put this away. (He stows the bottle back in his bag.)

Kate                So anyway… I don't drink no more. Gave it up after -- well,

after a certain incident, shall we say. How about a cuppa

instead?

                       

                        (During the next speech, she takes the water-bottle,

unstoppers it, and pours into the vacuum flask cup. He

watches in horror, then takes the             cup gingerly, and sips,

pulling a face.)

                       

Kate                This was my wedding dress… back when I thought Charlie was

                        God's gift. Oh, he was a handsome bastard!  Had a way with

words.  Katharine they called me, but to him I was Kate,

bonny Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Kate

Hall, his super-dainty Kate.  Shakespeare, that is.

Denzil             The Shrew…

Kate                An' all the time, I was really Kate the curst.   Running the pub

                        while he was getting his leg over with all and sundry.

Denzil             Love is blind, they say.

Kate                And there's never a guide-dog around when a girl needs one.

Denzil             I'm sorry.

Kate                He was a waste of space anyway. His only real talent was

                        flatulence.

Denzil             And after that -- ?

 

                        (During the next speech, Kate goes to the litter bin and sorts

                        through it, coming up only with a flower -- a moth-eaten

carnation.)

 

Kate                Went down the slippery slope in easy stages. Lived with my

sister.             Thrown out. Took the cold turkey treatment. Failed.

Took in by a hostel. Thrown out for drunk and disorderly.

Lived with a bloke till my looks went.  Don't look like that… 

I had looks once.

Denzil             I'm sure you did.  Once…

Kate                Gawd, you'd need an x-ray to see 'em now. Anyway… you've

                        got to laugh, haven't you?

Denzil             I've never been able to see why you have to laugh.

Kate                Because, that's why.  It's a comedy, life.

Denzil             No it's not.   It's a tragedy.

Kate                Hard to tell, until the end.

Denzil             I can't remember the last time I laughed.  Years ago.

Kate                And you look such a jolly person…

 

(Denzil just looks at her straight. She offers him the tatty carnation.)

 

Kate                Want a flower?

Denzil             No!

Kate                I'll have it then.  (She pins the flower on her wedding dress)  Don't you never have a laugh?  With friends?

Denzil             I don't have -- any friends.

Kate                I make friends everywhere… people take to me  -- I've been

told there's a             certain air about me.

Denzil             That's certainly true.

Kate                Friends are all you really have.  Like my friend Elly … she

brings me food sometimes.

Denzil             You're lucky.

Kate                Haven't seen her for a while.  She's going through a bad patch.

                        One by one, all her teeth are falling out.

Denzil             Oh God…. How old is she?

Kate                Seven and a half.

 

                        (She looks expectantly at him, but Denzil doesn't react.)

 

Denzil             But -- they would, wouldn't they? Fall out…  at that age.

Kate                Gawd you're hard work.  That was a joke, stupid.

Denzil             Oh I see.  A joke.