GIRL: Are you supposed to be here?
PAUL: I’ve got you worried, haven’t I?
GIRL: Of course not. I asked you who you are, that’s all.
PAUL: No you didn’t, you asked me, “Was I supposed to be here?”
GIRL: It’s the same thing.
PAUL: It isn’t you know.
GIRL: Well, you’ve obviously no right to be here.
PAUL: Aah, that’s more like it. Do I look like a trespasser, like?
GIRL: I’m warning you, they’ll be back in a minute.
PAUL: D’you know something, “they” don’t worry me at all.
GIRL: They’ll throw you out!
PAUL: Is that a gentle hint I won’t be missed, like if I go?
GIRL: (haughtily) I want to go on rehearsing.
PAUL: Well, I’m not stopping you.
GIRL (hotly) Don’t be rude.
PAUL: You had the first go, not me. Anyroad, I only fancy listening to you… that’s all but if it worries you… well…
GIRL: Of course it doesn’t worry me, I can… (she interrupts herself) Who are you?
PAUL: (smiling cheekily) Another worrier.
GIRL: (accusingly) You’re from Liverpool, aren’t you?
PAUL: (comically) How’d you guess?
GIRL: (seriously) Oh, it’s the way you talk.
PAUL: (innocently) Is it… is it, really?
GIRL: (suspiciously) Are you pulling my leg?
PAUL: (looking her straight in the eye) Something like that.
GIRL: (unsure) I see… (airily) do you like the play?
PAUL: Yeah… I mean, sure, well, I took it at school but I only ever had boys or masters say those lines, like, sounds different in a girl (smiles to himself) Yeah, it’s gear on a girl.
PAUL: Aye, the big hammer, smashing!
GIRL: Thank you.
PAUL: Don’t mench… well, why don’t you give us a few more lines, like?
GIRL (points) Oh, there isn’t much point. Anyway, I was only doing it for myself.
PAUL: You don’t half slam the door in people’s faces, don’t you? I mean, what about when you’re playing the part, like, hundreds of people see you and…
GIRL: (cutting in) I’m not…
GIRL: Playing the part.
PAUL: Oh, you’re the understudy, sort of thing?
GIRL: (aggressively) I’m a walk-on in a fancy dress scene. I just felt like doing those lines.
PAUL: Oh, I see. You are an actress though, aren’t you?
PAUL: Aye, I knew you were.
GIRL: What’s that mean?
PAUL: Well, the way you were spouting, like (he imitates her) “I don’t believe you, sir… ” and all that.
GIRL: I don’t sound like that.
PAUL: Yes you do.
GIRL: Do I really?
PAUL: Yeah, it was gear.
GIRL: (dryly) The big hammer?
PAUL: (smiling) Oh aye, a sledge.
GIRL: But the way you did it then sounded so phoney.
PAUL: No… I wouldn’t say that… just like an actress… you know.
8.00am, Monday 20 April 1964 (50 years ago)