GIRL (O.S.) Shut up! TONY (O.S.) Come on, Baby. GIRL (O.S.) (Sorrowful) Please… I don’t understand. TONY (O.S.) Well let me spell it out for you, Baby. Mummy-dear has certain… pharmaceutical needs. And being a man, well I have needs of my own. We struck a deal. You were part of it. GIRL (O.S.) But it’s got nothing to do with me. TONY (O.S.) That’s not what Mummy said. GIRL (O.S.) Leave me alone. TONY (O.S.) I don’t like being ripped off. GIRL (O.S.) Please, it’s not fair.
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TONY (O.S.) Oh my sweet little Baby, life’s not fair. THE LAMPETER REVIEW - Issue 4 - January 2012