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SOLTO.
That’s what I wanted to tell you. I can’t find her.

WALTER.
You can’t find her?

SOLTO.
Not a smell. That’s exactly what I came round to tell you.

WALTER.
Not a smell, eh.

SOLTO.
Not a whiff.

WALTER.
I thought you were on her track.

SOLTO.
There’s no track. I been everywhere. The Madrigal. The Whip Room. The Gamut. Pedros. Nobody knew the face. Wait a minute – Pedro said he might have seen her once round a few back doubles in Madrid. She been to Madrid?

WALTER.
How would I know? I’ve never met her.

SOLTO.
I thought you had.

WALTER.
Didn’t you locate that club?

SOLTO.
What club?

WALTER.
In the photo.

SOLTO.
No. What I thought, the best thing to do would be to get hold of the photographer, you see. So I paid him a call.

WALTER.
What did he say?

SOLTO.
He wasn’t there. He’d gone to Canada for a conference.

WALTER.
What kind of conference?

SOLTO.
A dental conference. He’s going to be a dentist.

WALTER.
Why’d he give up photography?

SOLTO.
He had a change of heart. You know how it is. He gave me a cup of coffee, told me his life story.

WALTER.
Who did?

SOLTO.
His brother. The chiropodist. He’s in dead trouble that boy, he can’t meet his overheads.

WALTER.
Look here, Mr Solto, if I were you, I’d give up the whole thing.

SOLTO.
You want my opinion? I think the photo’s a fake. There’s no such club. There’s no girl. They don’t exist.

WALTER.
That’s exactly what I think.

Pause.

SOLTO.
You do?

WALTER.
Exactly.

SOLTO.
Who knows? You might be right.

WALTER.
That photo. It’s a fake. You’ll never find her.

SOLTO.
How can it be a fake? I thought you knew her.

WALTER.
I never said I knew her. I’ve never met her.

SOLTO.
But that’s what I’m saying. There’s no one to know. You’ve never seen her. I’ve never seen her. There’s no one to see.

WALTER.
She doesn’t exist.

Pause.

SOLTO.
All the same look, the girl’s there. That’s the photo of someone.

WALTER.
No one I know.

Pause.

SOLTO.
Take my tip, Wally, wipe the whole business from your head, wipe it clean out of your mind.

WALTER.
That’s what I think you’d better do, Mr Solto.

Front
door.
Footsteps.

SOLTO.
What’s that?

WALTER.
That’s the school teacher.

SOLTO.
That’s your mark. Someone with an education. She keeps nice hours for a school teacher. Where’s she been, night school?

Fade
out
and
in
to
footsteps
on
stairs.

Knock
on
the
door.

WALTER.
Are you there?

He
tries
the
door.
It
is
locked.

Are you in there? I want to speak to you. Let me in a minute. Will you let me in a minute? What’s up with you? What the hell’s up with you? Let me in. I want to speak to you.

Silence.

 

ANNIE.
She’s gone.

MILLY.
Gone?

ANNIE.
Here’s a note.

MILLY.
Where’s she gone?

ANNIE.
She left a note.

MILLY.
What does it say?

ANNIE.
Dear Misses Billet. I’m very sorry, but an urgent matter has called me away suddenly. I don’t know when I’ll be back, so I thought I better take everything. I didn’t want to wake you up. Thank you. Good-bye. I’m going to tell Wally.

ANNIE’S
footsteps
into
the
front
room.

Wally. Wake up.

Pause.

She’s gone away.

WALTER.
Who?

ANNIE.
She left a note. Look.

Pause
while
he
reads.

WALTER.
Yes, well … she … obviously had to go away.

Pause.

ANNIE.
You didn’t have any arguments with her, did you, Wally?

WALTER.
No.

ANNIE.
You didn’t see her last night after she came back from night school?

WALTER.
No.

MILLY
enters.

MILLY.
I just found this photo in her room.

ANNIE.
Ah. Doesn’t she look lovely holding that netball?

MILLY.
With all the schoolgirls.

ANNIE.
I never knew she was the games mistress. She never told us.

Pause.

MILLY.
It looks as though she’s gone for good.

Pause.

WALTER.
Yes.

Pause.

That’s what it looks like.

Fade.

Trouble in the Works
The Black and White
Request Stop
Last to Go
Special Offer

The
Black
and
White
and
Trouble
in
the
Works
were performed in the revue
One
to
Another,
which opened at the Lyric, Hammersmith on 15 July 1959.

 

Last
to
Go,
Request
Stop
and
Special
Offer
were performed in the revue
Pieces
of
Eight,
which opened at the Apollo Theatre, London on 23 September 1959.

An
office
in
a
factory.
MR. FIBBS
at
the
desk.
A
knock
at
the
door.
Enter
MR. WILLS
.

FIBBS:
Ah, Wills. Good. Come in. Sit down, will you?

WILLS:
Thanks, Mr. Fibbs.

FIBBS:
You got my message?

WILLS:
I just got it.

FIBBS:
Good. Good.

Pause.

Good. Well now … Have a cigar?

WILLS:
No, thanks, not for me, Mr. Fibbs.

FIBBS:
Well, now, Wills, I hear there’s been a little trouble in the factory.

WILLS:
Yes, I … I suppose you could call it that, Mr. Fibbs.

FIBBS:
Well, what in heaven’s name is it all about?

WILLS:
Well, I don’t exactly know how to put it, Mr. Fibbs.

FIBBS:
Now come on, Wills, I’ve got to know what it is, before I can do anything about it.

WILLS:
Well, Mr. Fibbs, it’s simply a matter that the men have … well, they seem to have taken a turn against some of the products.

FIBBS:
Taken a turn?

WILLS:
They just don’t seem to like them much any more.

FIBBS:
Don’t like them? But we’ve got the reputation of having the finest machine part turnover in the country. They’re the best paid men in the industry. We’ve got the cheapest canteen in Yorkshire. No two menus are alike. We’ve got a billiard hall, haven’t we, on the premises, we’ve got a swimming pool for use of staff. And what about the long-playing record room? And you tell me they’re dissatisfied?

WILLS:
Oh, the men are very grateful for all the amenities, sir. They just don’t like the products.

FIBBS:
But they’re beautiful products. I’ve been in the business a lifetime. I’ve never seen such beautiful products.

WILLS:
There it is, sir.

FIBBS:
Which ones don’t they like?

WILLS:
Well, there’s the brass pet cock, for instance.

FIBBS:
The brass pet cock? What’s the matter with the brass pet cock?

WILLS:
They just don’t seem to like
it
any more.

FIBBS:
But what exactly don’t they like about it?

WILLS:
Perhaps it’s just the look of it.

FIBBS:
That brass pet cock? But I tell you it’s perfection. Nothing short of perfection.

WILLS:
They’ve just gone right off it.

FIBBS:
Well, I’m flabbergasted.

WILLS:
It’s not only the brass pet cock, Mr. Fibbs.

FIBBS:
What else?

WILLS:
There’s the hemi unibal spherical rod end.

FIBBS:
The hemi unibal spherical rod end? Where could you find a finer rod end?

WILLS:
There are rod ends and rod ends, Mr. Fibbs.

FIBBS:
I know there are rod ends and rod ends. But where could you find a finer hemi unibal spherical rod end?

WILLS:
They just don’t want to have anything more to do with it.

FIBBS:
This is shattering. Shattering. What else? Come on, Wills. There’s no point in hiding anything from me.

WILLS:
Well, I hate to say it, but they’ve gone very vicious about the high speed taper shank spiral flute reamers.

FIBBS:
The high speed taper shank spiral flute reamers! But that’s absolutely ridiculous! What could they possibly have against the high speed taper shank spiral flute reamers?

WILLS:
All I can say is they’re in a state of very bad agitation
about them. And then there’s the gunmetal side outlet relief with handwheel.

FIBBS:
What!

WILLS:
There’s the nippled connector and the nippled adaptor and the vertical mechanical comparator.

FIBBS:
No!

WILLS:
And the one they can’t speak about without trembling is the jaw for Jacob’s chuck for use on portable drill.

FIBBS:
My own Jacob’s chuck? Not my very own Jacob’s chuck?

WILLS:
They’ve just taken a turn against the whole lot of them, I tell you. Male elbow adaptors, tubing nuts, grub screws, internal fan washers, dog points, half dog points, white metal bushes—

FIBBS:
But not, surely not, my lovely parallel male stud couplings.

WILLS:
They hate and detest your lovely parallel male stud couplings, and the straight flange pump connectors, and back nuts, and front nuts,
and
the bronzedraw off cock with handwheel and the bronzedraw off cock without handwheel!

FIBBS:
Not the bronzedraw off cock with handwheel?

WILLS:
And without handwheel.

FIBBS:
Without handwheel?

WILLS:
And with handwheel.

FIBBS:
Not with handwheel?

WILLS
:
And without handwheel.

FIBBS:
Without handwheel?

WILLS:
With handwheel
and
without handwheel.

FIBBS:
With handwheel
and
without handwheel?

WILLS:
With or without!

Pause.

FIBBS
[
broken
]:
Tell me. What do they want to make in its place?

WILLS:
Trouble.

The 
FIRST OLD WOMAN
is
sitting
at
a
milk
bar
table.
Small.


SECOND OLD WOMAN
approaches.
Tall.
She
is
carrying
two
bowls
of
soup,
which
are
covered
by
two
plates,
on
each
of
which
is
a
slice
of
bread.
She
puts
the
bowls
down
on
the
table
carefully.

SECOND:
You see that one come up and speak to me at the counter?

She
takes
the
bread
plates
off
the
bowls,
takes
two
spoons
from
her
pocket,
and
places
the
bowls
,
plates
and
spoons.

FIRST:
You got the bread, then?

SECOND:
I didn’t know how I was going to carry it. In the end I put the plates on top of the soup.

FIRST:
I like a bit of bread with my soup.

They
begin
the
soup.
Pause.

SECOND:
Did you see that one come up and speak to me at the counter?

FIRST:
Who?

SECOND:
Comes up to me, he says, hullo, he says, what’s the time by your clock? Bloody liberty. I was just standing there getting your soup.

FIRST:
It’s tomato soup.

SECOND:
What’s the time by your clock? he says.

FIRST:
I bet you answered him back.

SECOND:
I told him all right. Go on, I said, why don’t you get back into your scraghole, I said, clear off out of it before I call a copper.

Pause.

FIRST:
I not long got here.

SECOND:
Did you get the all-night bus?

FIRST:
I got the all-night bus straight here.

SECOND:
Where from?

FIRST:
Marble Arch.

SECOND:
Which one?

FIRST:
The two-nine-four, that takes me all the way to Fleet

Street.

SECOND:
So does the two-nine-one. [
Pause
.] I see you talking to two strangers as I come in. You want to stop talking to strangers, old piece of boot like you, you mind who you talk to.

FIRST:
I wasn’t talking to any strangers.

Pause.
The
FIRST
OLD
WOMAN
follows
the
progress
of
a
bus
through
the
window.

That’s another all-night bus gone down. [
Pause
.] Going up the other way. Fulham way. [
Pause
.] That was a two-nine-seven. [
Pause
.] I’ve never been up that way. [
Pause
.]  I’ve been down to Liverpool Street.

SECOND:
That’s up the other way.

FIRST:
I don’t fancy going down there, down Fulham way, and all up there.

SECOND:
Uh-uh.

FIRST:
I’ve never fancied that direction much.

Pause.

SECOND:
How’s your bread?

Pause.

FIRST:
Eh?

SECOND:
Your bread.

FIRST:
All right. How’s yours?

Pause.

SECOND:
They don’t charge for the bread if you have soup.

FIRST:
They do if you have tea.

SECOND:
If you have tea they do. [
Pause
.] You talk to strangers they’ll take you in. Mind my word. Coppers’ll take you in.

FIRST:
I don’t talk to strangers.

SECOND:
They took me away in the wagon once.

FIRST:
They didn’t keep you though.

SECOND:
They didn’t keep me, but that was only because they took a fancy to me. They took a fancy to me when they got me in the wagon.

FIRST:
Do you think they’d take a fancy to me?

SECOND:
I wouldn’t back on it.

The
FIRST
OLD
WOMAN
gazes
out
of
the
window.

FIRST:
You can see what goes on from this top table. [
Pause
.] It’s better than going down to that place on the embankment, anyway.

SECOND:
Yes, there’s not too much noise.

FIRST:
There’s always a bit of noise.

SECOND:
Yes, there’s always a bit of life.

Pause.

FIRST:
They’ll be closing down soon to give it a scrub-round.

SECOND:
There’s a wind out.

Pause.

FIRST:
I wouldn’t mind staying.

SECOND:
They won’t let you.

FIRST:
I know. [
Pause.
]
Still, they only close hour and half, don’t they? [
Pause.
]
It’s not long. [
Pause.
]
You can go along, then come back.

SECOND:
I’m going. I’m not coming back.

FIRST:
When it’s light I come back. Have my tea.

SECOND:
I’m going. I’m going up to the Garden.

FIRST:
I’m not going down there. [
Pause.
]
I’m going up to Waterloo Bridge.

SECOND:
You’ll just about see the last two-nine-six come up over the river.

FIRST:
I’ll just catch a look of it. Time I get up there.

Pause.

It don’t look like an all-night bus in daylight, do it?

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