Room At The Top Page #5

It's the top of page 12. Now stand there.

Here we are. "I don't see why ..." and don't forget love, there's the audience.

Push it right out. From when I say go, ready ?

Right!

I don't see why he didn't even know my late husband, I ensure you inspector

he has got nothing to do with it.

He's something to do with you love, hasn't he?

Really?

Just what do you mean by that inspector?

Oh, you are a friend of her's sir? You are, aren't you?

I tell you, I didn't see anything. It was pitch dark.

And the only sign of light was that old workman or nightwatchman sitting by his brassiere.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Brazier.

That's a wonderful thought. Erotic vise among the working class.

Let me tell you, I am working class.

I didn't mean...

Working class and proud of it!

You're nothing of the sort, you're a stock broker and Alice is the lover

and the suspected of murder in the play.

Now shut up the lot of you. Now we'll start again.

When you come to the point when you say "What's the point?" I want you to make a turn,

half turn towards the window.

(PEOPLE TALKING IN BACKGROUND)

I didn't mean to snap at you.

Oh, forget it.

We'll you come and have a coffee with me?

No, but you may buy me a drink.

Can you drive?

Yes, oddly enough.

Cause I never owned a car but I learned to drive in the RAF.

Here, you're very touchy, aren't you?

Where to?

To the Saint Claire. It's quiet.

(HE STARTS THE ENGINE)

That's the Brown's place.

Yes, I know. I walked passed it.

Hmm, seems like there's something going on tonight.

Susan told me that they were having a party.

What a place!

It's like a castle.

Charles tells me that they've even got a swimming pool.

They've got just about everything, haven't they?

I wouldn't say that.

If you really want to know I thought you would be coming the lady of the mansion over me that's all.

My father didn't know engineering works or a mill.

He never even owned his own house.

But that doesn't mean that I can't drive a car or pronounce brazier.

Who cares about these things?

Some people do.

It's Susan, isn't it? That was bothering you.

It's Jack Wales, really. That type they make me mad.

The boys with the big mouths and a silver spoon stuck in them.

But they think they can take everything worth having by sort of divine rights.

Calling me sergeant.

It is Susan, A. could we have the same again please ?

Right away, Mrs. Aisgill.

You're jealous.

I suppose I am.

Very well, why don't you phone the girl and ask her to go out with you then?

Why don't you?

Hmm, you feel inferior to Jack Wales?

No, I don't.

I've a feeling I know I'm right.

I know she doesn't want him.

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