Scene Two

A stone cottage on the northern coast of Pembrokeshire, the most westerly part of Wales, facing the Atlantic ocean.

Cardboard boxes fill the room.

Menna stands in the middle of the room with latex gloves on. Facing her is P.C. Gareth Rowlands.

Gareth     Scratch my nose?

Menna     No.

Gareth     Hold my hands like this?

He holds his hands.

Menna     No.

Gareth     (clears throat) Clear my throat?

Menna     You might need to do that anyway.

Pause.

Gareth     Wink. I could wink? (Off Menna’s reaction.) No. Text? I could text you before?

Beat.

I’m / sorry, that’s ridiculous.

Menna     No. Something in the moment. Something only we know.

Gareth     Pull my ear?

Menna     No.

Gareth     Have you got any ideas? I can only think of winking now.

Menna     can’t speak.

Gareth     There must be something.

Menna     It doesn’t have to be big. / It doesn’t have to be Gareth’s radio crackles with a voice – ‘India Whisky Uniform’. He walks off-stage.

Gareth     Receiving, go ahead …

Menna watches Gareth go off, she circles the room before pulling her phone out and dialling it.

Menna     (to phone) Hi.

Beat.

Nothing.

Beat.

Nothing.

Beat.

I love you.

Beat.

No, nothing.

Menna     becomes self-conscious when Gareth appears at the door holding a box.

Call later, bye.

She hangs up.

Anything?

Gareth     shakes his head.

Gareth     They’ve got, Guess Who?

He puts it down.

It’s just there.

After putting it down Gareth taps it.

Peter?

Menna     Hm?

Gareth     Peter?

Menna     Yes.

Menna finds herself leaning on something. Immediately she gets some sanitiser out and sanitises her gloves.

Menna     Yes, that was Peter. Um it’s the furniture. It’s the furniture that’s bothering me.

Gareth     Okay.

Menna     It’s final.

Gareth     Hm?

Menna     There’s nowhere to sit.

Seeing a bench leaned up against something, Gareth pulls it down.

Menna     It’s a garden bench.

Dusting the bench with his hands, Gareth sits on it.

Gareth     Don’t read anything / into anything

Menna     I don’t need to read anything into anything I’ve got the words right here.

She pulls a letter out of her handbag.

I just want you to be honest with me that’s all Gareth, we’re – I’d hope you know – we’re old friends and I’d hope you’d just, be honest.

She waits for Gareth’s honesty.

Can you be honest / with me Gareth?

Gareth     Honestly Men …

Menna     I don’t want any training / speak.

Gareth     Honestly I’m not saying anything. It’s been so long since anyone bloody trained me for anything, for anything, listen, until we know either way none of this – it’s pointless. Alright?

Gareth     wipes part of the bench clean and indicates for Menna to sit. Menna declines. Gareth takes his jacket off and puts it on the bench.

Gareth How’s that?

She sits down.

Boys coming down?

Menna     Haven’t told them. / I’m not telling them. Not yet.

Gareth     Nothing to tell yet.

Silence.

Menna     How are the girls?

Gareth     Out of my house thank God. I miss them but I don’t miss the two-hour showers and all the beeping.

Menna     Peter’s one for two-hour showers.

Gareth     What if I tell you to sit down? / Would that work?

Menna     Might already be sitting.

Menna     puts her head in her hands.

Gareth     Come on, let’s play Guess Who.

Beat.

Pass the – you’ll go mad otherwise.

Menna     I don’t want / to.

Gareth     Neither do I but it’s all we’ve got.

Pause.

Menna     It’s not really appropriate is it?

Gareth     Who says?

Menna     doesn’t know, Gareth fiddles with the game. Menna gets up and goes to the window.

Gareth     I can’t remember how to play myself.

Menna     looks out the window.

Menna     What do people do?

She indicates – this – situation.

(Off Gareth’s reaction.) I’m being – aren’t I? / I am.

Gareth     Best try not to think about that.

Menna     I can’t; / do anything.

Gareth     I know it’s hard.

Menna     I can’t stop thinking about it so perhaps we just talk about it; how would you do it?

Gareth     I’m not even going there.

Menna     We’re just chatting.

Gareth     We’re not just chatting.

Menna     Gareth.

Gareth     I’m not / talking about this.

Menna     I want to know.

Gareth     I’m not here / for this.

Menna     What the hell are you here for if…

Gareth     isn’t sure what to say.

Menna     turns her back on him. Gareth stares at her. He tries to say something but nothing comes out.

He fiddles with the game; he lays out some cards on the floor, but can’t bring himself to play the game. He puts his head in his hands. He can’t look at her so he looks long and hard at Guess Who.

Gareth     Cliffs; are popular.

He returns to the board with new purpose.

Menna     Thank; good. Good.

Beat.

Gareth     I have no idea what I’m doing.

Menna     You uh, you pick one.

Gareth What?

Beat.

Menna     You’re meant to, pick one. Each. One face each.

Gareth     looks at the laid-out cards. He picks one, yet still isn’t sure what to do. Exasperated Menna approaches, she sweeps up all the cards and shuffles them.

Menna     Didn’t you play this with the girls?

Gareth     Yes but when they were …

Checks box.

One to six? Yes, I was drinking a lot of whisky.

Menna     offers him the pack; Gareth takes one.

Menna     Put it in the little holder.

He puts it in the holder.

That’s how you play it.

Menna     hands the pack of cards back to him, Gareth occupies himself with the game. Perhaps one caddy won’t go down flush, and so he fiddles with it.

Menna     How’s Eirwen? [Eye-r-when]

Gareth     Fine yeah. Doing a lot with the, uh, with the church these days. Very involved. I steer clear.

He hands her a card.

Menna     Oh my God, he looks like Auntie Iola [Yola].

Gareth     looks.

Menna     Can you believe that?

Beat.

When she was younger.

Gareth     Yes.

Menna I can’t believe that.

She looks at the card for an age.

Gareth     Choose another card. Choose another card.

Menna     takes another card off

Gareth     and puts the one of Iola in the pile.

Gareth     Does yours have a beard?

Menna     No,

He starts flicking faces down.

she doesn’t.

He flicks even more faces down.

Menna     Does yours have a moustache?

Gareth     No.

She looks at the faces.

Flick all the ones with moustaches down.

She starts flicking the faces down, she then checks her mobile.

You done?

Menna     Hang on.

Gareth     Flick the moustaches down.

She flicks a couple more down and stops.

Does, yours, wear glasses?

Beat.

Menna     What am I doing?

Gareth     Look at the one you’ve chosen, say yes or no if she’s got glasses.

She looks at the card.

Menna     Should we be driving around or something?

Gareth We’ll play one game, and then when there’s a winner I’ll radio through see what’s what.

She accepts this.

After I’ve won mind.

Menna     This is all my fault.

Gareth     No it’s not.

Pause. Gareth realises he hasn’t got many faces left.

I think perhaps we should try and draw the game out. Okay, you can’t ask a question about their description.

Menna     I don’t understand.

Gareth     Does yours look like the kind of person who’d have a tracker mortgage?

Menna     Um … well. I don’t. I don’t know.

Gareth     What would you say?

Menna     No I don’t think she would.

The game slows down, Gareth mulls over his faces, he weighs up every face. He flicks down one.

Then he flicks another.

Gareth     Your go.

Menna     Um … Uh … I can’t think of anything.

Beat.

Gareth     Hm … Can he fold maps? How about that?

Menna     Okay.

Gareth     Can he fold maps? Hmm … No I don’t think he can.

Menna     flicks some faces down.

Gareth Does yours look like the kind of person to have a litre of petrol in the boot for emergencies?

Menna     No.

Gareth     Right …

He confidently flicks some faces down.

Menna     You know the kind of people to keep petrol / in the boot?

Gareth     Absolutely. Your go.

Menna     and Gareth start to smile.

Menna     Um … I can’t think of any again.

Gareth     Does yours look like the kind of person who sticks her tongue out when she parallel parks?

Menna     and Gareth share the joke.

Menna     I do that.

Gareth     puts his helmet on a hook.

Gareth     I know.

Menna’s attention is drawn to the helmet on the hook.

Menna     That’s it.

Menna     points at the helmet.

That’s it.

Gareth     What?

Menna     points to the helmet.

That?

Menna     That’ll work.

Gareth     That’ll work?

Menna     That’ll work.

Pause.

Gareth     gets up, picks up the helmet, he looks at Menna, puts it on the hook.

Gareth     There?

Menna     Yes there.

Beat.

Put your helmet on the hook when you come in and that’s how I’ll know she’s dead.

Gareth     That’s it?

Menna     That’s it.

Long pause.

Gareth     Well that’s something.

Menna     You must think we’re crazy.

Gareth     gets a hip flask out and takes a swig.

Gareth     Not at all. Seen it all before. When I started Bob Socks said to me, he was the old sergeant, there wasn’t anyone he hadn’t arrested. He said to me – ‘You can never ever underestimate how effing mental the general public are.’ And I’m not saying this is ‘effing mental’ you know, but … I’m just saying.

Beat.

The stuff we see. Men frothing at the mouth. Women biting each other. Kids fighting and (censoring volume) shitting through drink and drugs. We don’t even cover Haverfordwest. Probably always been like that, but we never saw it did we? When we were kids? But it’s going on. Behind all those closed doors there’s no end of nonsense.

Beat.

‘Behind closed doors, that’s where you’ll find the infinite chaos of human desire.’

Long pause.

Menna     Bit grand.

Gareth     Bob Socks again. Man was a poet. And it’s true. Nearly everyone round here’s got themselves in a situation they don’t know how to get out of. And then it’s the drinking and the fighting. Not their fault half the time. It’s living by the sea.

Menna     What do you mean?

Gareth     offers Menna his hip flask. Hesitating Menna takes it but spends an age cleaning it.

Gareth     You know.

Menna     What?

Gareth     You were brought up by the sea. You know what it’s like.

Menna     I don’t.

Gareth     Okay.

Menna     No, explain what you mean.

Gareth     I don’t know, I just thought you’d understand;
I don’t know what I mean. I don’t, I just thought. I don’t know, it’s just living by the sea isn’t it?

Menna     I don’t understand what you mean.

Menna     takes a swig from the whisky.

Gareth     It’s an ocean isn’t it? You know. I don’t know. Offers hope. That’s why everyone’s pissed all the time and the kids are sniffing glue and shagging. Going to church. Drives people mad. Farmers topping them – …

Menna     gets up and runs out of the room. Gareth runs out and follows after her.

Off-stage, sounds of Menna throwing up.

Gareth There there. Get it up.

Opposite, Iola and Anest enter carrying a plastic shopping bag each with pebbles in.

Menna     continues to heave.

Iola     and Anest look at each other confused at the sounds off-stage. They each pull a pebble out and hold them aloft ready to attack the intruder.

Gareth     (off-stage) That’s better. Whoa! Quite a lot there.

Menna     (off-stage) Sorry. Thank you. Sorry.

Menna     comes into the room wiping her face with a towel. She freezes, and Gareth bumps into her.

Anest     Menna?

Menna     Auntie Iola!

Anest     Were you just being sick?

Menna     sweeps Iola up in her arms.

Gareth     (under) India Whisky Uniform, missing persons have just returned home.

Anest     What’s going on?

Gareth     (heading off-stage) Station command. Yes, missing persons have arrived home, two-fifteen. At Gwaelod y Garth, cottage.

Menna     What the hell is all this about?

Anest     What about?

Menna     pulls a letter out of her pocket and hands it to Anest.
Anest
starts to read it.

Iola     (to Anest) I’m sorry.

Menna     There’s police out looking for you. Do you know how much trouble you’ve caused? They’ve had helicopters out. Where the hell have you been?

Anest The beach. / Collecting pebbles.

Gareth     re-enters.

Menna     I had that in the post this morning. / Peter and I nearly had a heart attack.

Iola     Has this caused you a lot of bother Gareth?

Gareth     Don’t / worry about that.

Menna     They’ve had helicopters out / for Christ’s sake!

Gareth     We’re just glad you’re safe. I’m going to have to speak to both of you individually though. (To Iola.) You first / Mrs. Hughes.

Iola     There’s no need Gareth.

Menna     I’ll be having a word with her Gareth don’t you worry.

Gareth     Mrs. Hughes, I’m sorry to be so formal and all that, but I have to tell you we have reason to believe you intend to take your own life and I’m duty bound to try to prevent you. And you Mrs. Owen …

Anest     I was going to help her.

Legs going from under her, Menna sits down on the bench without checking for dirt.

Blackout.