Kettle boils, toaster clicks, butter knife scrapes over
toast
…the
eight o’clock news on Friday the 9th of May…
A dog barks outside
…the
Jonny Cantrell breakfast show...remember this one from 1982…
Phone rings
Williamson…at
last…have you got the package?
Yes,
I’ve got it this time
No
more cock ups... be at The Forge at nine…this is your last chance
Rummaging in drawer, rustle of paper and plastic bag
Clatter of plates in sink…click of light switch…alarm
beeps… door slams …tyres swish…horns sound…pedestrian crossing beeps
Your
ticket sir - thank you
The
train approaching platform 4 is the 8:20 to …
Doors swish open, doors close
…and
if you see anything suspicious speak to the guard or contact the British
Transport Police on…
The
next station stop in approximately five minutes time will be…
Please
retain your tickets as ticket barriers are in operation at this station
Doors swish open
Mind
where you’re walking!
Clank of lift descending, doors open
Going
up…concourse…
Ticket gates open… traffic passes by…
…you’ll
want the 385 from Stand 6, next one in five minutes
Doors open
The
Forge please, single and can you give me a shout when we get there
Bus engine roars
…
he’s only just been let out and he’s at it again already
…how
do you manage to cope with him?
…not
sure as I can any longer…
A clock strikes quarter to the hour.
…no,
he only served six months in the end, I wish he’d been in longer to be honest with you
…how’s
your Brenda…
Your
stop mate!
Doors open
Pedestrian crossing beeps, tyres squeal to a halt
Get
a move on granddad!
Motorbike roars past…a clock strikes nine…footsteps
running along the pavement… breathlessness…revolving door
Welcome
to The Forge… can I help you sir?
Is
it OK if I wait…I’m supposed to meet someone here?
Yes,
you can wait in the lobby… and you’re welcome to get yourself a drink from the
bar
Shoes clack on floor tiles
Coffee
please, Americano, regular, some cold milk on the side
Low voices chatting
Williamson!
Yes,
who are you?
Never
mind that…you need to come with me…have you got the package?
Yes…
I have…but I need to know who you are...if you think I’m just going to …
A bone cracks
Two sets of footsteps over tiled floor
Excuse
me sir, is the gentleman alright?
No
love he’s not feeling too well, so I’m giving him a lift back to his place
A car door closes, then a second
I
wouldn’t want to be in your shoes… he’s after your blood… keep your mouth shut…
and put this over your head now!
Engine starts…car picks up speed…lots of traffic…less
traffic…no other traffic…bird song…a tractor in the distance…a gravelled
drive…engine stops
Take
off the hood and get out…if you hadn’t been so difficult none of this would
have been necessary
Footsteps on gravel, a door opens
Mr
Williamson… what a pleasure to see you… and all the more so because you have my
package…come into the kitchen and we can have a little chat and a coffee
Chairs scrape on the floor…hot drinks sipped…a mournful
cow in the distance…fingers drum on the table.
This
could have been so much easier couldn’t it?
Tyres on gravel...an engine stops...through the window, a
Post Office van…two men…one man gets out…a loud knock on the front door
Damn,
a postie, just when we don’t want one - get rid of him Harris
Front door squeaks open
Can
you sign for this parcel please?
Who’s
it for?
Mr
Frobisher – is that you?
No,
he’s no longer here…and before you ask, I don’t have a forwarding address… now
if you’ll excuse me I’ve got stuff to do
Just
a second…could I trouble you for a glass of water…it’s so hot out here
Back door crashes open
I’ll
take this one…you get the one in the kitchen
Footsteps running across the floor…scuffles…screams of
pain…silence
That
was impressive…but who are you…obviously not postmen…
Out
of the frying pan and into the fire for you mate… we’ll take the package thank
you very much… have we got a treat in store for you!
I really
don’t like the sound of this!
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