Judith Parsons: But, can you not put in more simple terms, just why you found it necessary to wreck the festival and cause so much disappointment and unhappiness to the young people?
Vincent: Nobody’s going to kick my bike and get away with it. Nobody.
Judith Parsons: Did that really justify the killing of three people and the injuring of many more?
Vincent: I’m not here to ... justify anything. I told you what ... happened and I don’t care whether you like that or not.
Judith Parsons: Well let’s change the subject to something a little less provocative. Your name. I understand that you have taken the nickname ‘Vincent’ because you are a great admirer of the French painter Van Gogh. I also can’t help noting that you have suffered an injury to your left ear. Would you like to tell us about that?
Vincent: No.
Judith Parsons: Oh! I see we are running out of time but I did want to ask you for your opinions on the subject of the Female Liberationalists. They are now becoming a force to be reckoned but I believe that your gangs do not subscribe to any concepts of female equality.
Vincent: I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.
Judith Parsons: Have you no message at all for the ladies who might aspire to join your groups on equal terms?
Vincent: Yes.
Judith Parsons: If you could keep it as brief as possible, Vincent. We are over-running a bit.
Vincent: My message to the lovely creatures is dead brief.
Judith Parsons: Well; what is it?
Vincent: Let them eat cock.
Fade-out