PART ONE
11.38 p.m.
The simple yet textured bedroom of a cultured older couple.
ROBERT sits up in a slightly grand bed, looking at a small packet of photos; seventy-ish and handsome, he is wearing reading glasses. There is an oxygen cylinder beside his bed. Heās calling offstage.
ROBERT. So which oneās this and whyās she in a bikini?
He flicks to another photo.
And this one ā this oneās new. I recognise him. But I donāt know where from. Heās not the new one, is he?
He continues to flick.
MARIE (from off). No. The new one wasnāt with her. They were all just friendsā¦
ROBERT. They seem to have ā well, heās certainly touching her, not ā Iām never sure what touching is friendly any more. But that I wouldnāt say wasā¦
If Iād have touched Mary Watson like that, Iād have been slapped.
MARIE is in the ensuite bathroom. She is making quite a lot of noise in there, working her new electric toothbrush.
MARIE (she stays off). Mary Watson?
ROBERT. Mary? I must have told you. Mary? First ā well, first something. She let me hold hands with her once, and then said I was too clammy ā said my hands felt like goose grease. I realised then ā if she could afford goose in her house ā well, no chance for me. I donāt know why Iām remembering her.
Mary? Do I mean Mary Watson? Maybe it was Phillips. Youād remember her name better than I, and Iād have surely told youā¦ Maybe it wasnāt Mary.
Do you hear that? The bells of Alzheimerās. The bells. The bells. Remembering ā
Bikini.
Bikini.
MARIE. You do not have Alzheimerāsā¦
ROBERT. Thereās about twenty shots of this girl in a bikini. Same ā bikini ā well, some ā no, same bikini, just different angle. More of a ā bottom one ā
Bikini.
Bikini.
MARIE. Sheās just trying to keep us involved, darlingā¦
ROBERT. Funny way to stay involved, to show us lots of shots of this girlās bottom.
He turns a photo through ninety degrees in his hands ā he raises his eyebrow in surprise.
MARIE. She thought weād want to see them.
ROBERT. But theyāre not of anything, well, not of ā
MARIE. Then put them back in the envelope and finish your speech.
He thinks, and then continues flicking through.
ROBERT. A few landscapes. A spot of nature wouldnāt beā¦ People on a beach in their pants ā touching each otherā¦ and āclubbingā. There are some of āclubbingā. Did I tell you about the āclubbing onesā? Most of them seem to be wearing bikinis in those too ā bikinis and sunglasses indoors.
MARIE. It was a holiday, Robert. Not a fact-finding mission.
ROBERT. Oh. Yes. Not that ā facts. I firmly disagree with the notion that facts and entertainment are somehow different entities.
He turns over to another picture.
Tweedledum and Tweedledee called from the office.
MARIE. What did they want?
ROBERT. And theyāre hideously small. These photos.
MARIE. You buy an extra packet for a pound. Itās one of those you send off for. But they come in that size.
ROBERT. Well. Theyāre very small.
MARIE enters the room and smiles at her husband. She is sixty-ish, stylish, careful; sheās wearing a face mask.
MARIE. Large enough for you to make out a bikini, thoughā¦
ROBERT looks at her and smiles.
ROBERT. Yes.
MARIE. Which is surprising because it is not a large bikini.
She smiles and exits for the bathroom again.
He puts down the photos. He picks up a pad and a pen. He looks at them.
ROBERT. They said thereās a race on. Tweedlewotsits. The office did. First to declare. Sunderland. Hamilton. Somewhere else. They thought theyād have the first results within the hour.
MARIE (she stays off). Maybe we should have the goggleometer on then.
ROBERT. No. No. Weāll have quite enough of that later.
He coughs, touches his chest, and then looks around regally.
He puts down the pad and the paper with deliberate grace.
He thinks for something to do, sighs and picks up the pictures again. He holds them but doesnāt look.
Besides, itās Dimbleby versus Dimbleby again tonight.
Bored silly with raised eyebrows on one side? Why not change channels and be bored equally silly by the younger and less successful brother? ITV was set up to provide competition, you know.
MARIE. I think heās quite attractive.
ROBERT. David?
MARIE. Jonathan. He has a much kinder face than David. And a slightly grubby smile.
ROBERT. Iād give it to the black man. The ā Trevor ā you know, the āAnd finallyā¦ā
MARIE. McDonald.
ROBERT. They said ā the office said ā āNine cabinet members will fallā in their slightly portentous voicesā¦
MARIE. Which one was it? George orā¦?
ROBERT. You know I donāt like it when you call them by their real namesā¦
MARIE. Tweedledum orā¦?
ROBERT. I have no idea. Theyāre much of a muchness. To be honest with you, thereās been once or twice Iāve almost called them Tweedledum and Tweedledee. āNine cabinet members will fall.ā No sympathy. Mild excitement in their voices. Moist excitement.
MARIE. Do they know which ones willā¦?
ROBERT. They said ā they told me they wanted to talk to me about āfuture opportunitiesā.
MARIE. I hope you laughed at them.
ROBERT. Theyāve rung about twice during the entire campaign. You donāt laugh at crumbs.
MARIE. You do laugh at them, though.
ROBERT. Norman always thought Iād make a good lord.
MARIE. Norman was flirting with youā¦
ROBERT looks off, not exactly surprised at that, but surprised at her tone.
He turns back to the photos.
ROBERT. Well.
I have no idea who any of them areā¦ in these photosā¦
MARIE. Hannahās friends.
ROBERT. Yes. I know theyāre Hannahās friends. But ā Iām still notā¦
MARIE. The girl in the bikini is Kaylee. You know herā¦
ROBERT. Kaylee? I thought she wore glasses.
He looks more carefully at a photo, he adjusts his own glasses.
MARIE comes back into the room, the face mask now washed off.
He smiles at her.
Didnāt she...