HAROLD PINTER

once wrote an episode of a television sitcom

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Grace Brothers. The shop floor. The usual staff.

Enter two sinister customers, GOLDBLATT and MCCOURT.

CAPT. PEACOCK Good morning, gentlemen, may I—

GOLDBLATT Sit down.

MCCOURT They’re coming for you.

CAPT. PEACOCK I beg your pardon. Who is coming?

GOLDBLATT The men. (Pause.) The men are coming.

MR HUMPHRIES Ooh, good-ee. Save one for me.

MCCOURT And who are you?

MR HUMPHRIES My name’s Humphries.

MCCOURT No it’s not. I remember you … (Pause.) You’re … Prendergast. Aren’t you?

HUMPHRIES (cross) Well, no one’s ever spoken to me like this before in my life.

MRS SLOCOMBE These … men, whoever they are, I hope they’re not going to interfere with my pussy.

MCCOURT What’s this about a cat? Do you see a cat? You. What’s your name?

MISS BRAHMS Miss Brahms.

MCCOURT Well … Miss … Brahms. Do you see a cat?

MISS BRAHMS No, not reelly. But I think … well … what she means is … it’s more of a metaphor reelly.