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Police Interview
par
Andrew Lloyd Webber
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(Marylebone Police Station. An interview room. Inside are CHIEF INSPECTOR SAMUEL HERBERT, DETECTIVE SERGEANT JOHN DIGGS, and a series of interviewees.) You could be in trouble If you don't help us out You could be in prison For a good long time And now, we wanna talk about your favorite doctor! How long he's been pimpin'? What's that freak all about? We know he's a criminal But what's the crime? I don't know What you mean Stephen is Squeaky clean I told you All along Stephen's done Nothing wrong We know he's a pervert We've got him Bang to rights He's been on our radar For a year or two Don't be stupid, Christine All of those steamy nights Somebody was paying To get into you (A shift in scene: Now it's MANDY RICE-DAVIES sitting in front of the policemen.) How're you copin', Mandy? Got a nice roomy cell? We can get you out If you co-operate We could leave you in here If you refuse to tell It's all up to you, love To decide your fate First I get arrested at Heathrow Then I'm carted off to Holloway Then my bail is set two thousand quid You'd think that I killed Doris Day! Furthermore, they shaved my pubic hair Do they do that for a parking fine? All the prison warders are bull dykes It's not an encouraging sign! 'Cause my payments are behind On a TV I can't find I've a little question for you, John Tell me what the f**k's going on! Let's get down to business We need Ward facing court You can give us evidence You know you can! You mean, this is all about Stephen, is that what you're saying? This Dr. Savundra Wouldn't have left you short What was Ward's percentage From this wealthy man? (A shift in scene to LUCKY GORDON, in the chair.) Well, Ms. Keeler quite clearly stated that you assaulted her! You bashed her, didn't you, Lucky, old son I have done in the past, me won't tell you a lie. But this time, absolutely not, I swear, I'm innocent! Now, we can help you out, Lucky But we gonna need a little information We're after Stephen Ward, sunshine We know what he's done We need verification If you won't talk, then believe us We will definitely send you down for grievous We're after him for procuring He provides young girls for toffs and politicians You must have known what he's up to Did you help him to fulfill his dark ambitions? You got one chance, can't you see, man Testify, and you walk out of here a free man! (LUCKY faces them down, defiant.) You're not going to get me to grass anybody up! I don't do that! Your mate Edgecombe's just gone down for seven years! That what you want? Go... f**k yourselves! Ooh, bad decision, Lucky! See you in court (A shift in scene to VICKIE BARRETT.) Yes, Ward was my client I went round twice a week He liked me to whip him with a bamboo cane That is useful, Vickie But it needs a little tweak Say it was his friends you had to entertain It's not true Why should I Say that when It's a lie? 'Cause otherwise, you will soon see What a b*st*rd I can be! (He twists her ear.) Ouch, you're hurting! All right, I'll give in! I'll say anything you like! I can't win If I say lie Lie you will Or goodbye Notting Hill! (A shift to the far more robust figure of RONNA RICARDO, a girl with dyed red hair, who stares contemptuously at the two policemen.) All you have to say is That you slept with Ward's chums And slipped him some money, Ronna Then you're through Tossers! You pair of tossers! Half-witted double-crossers! Can't trust you as far as I can throw you! I've got something here I'd like to show you! (She surges to her feet, lifts her skirt and lowers her underwear, to reveal, stenciled across her stomach, the words "ALL COPPERS ARE b*st*rdS". She points at the words, spelling them out.) All coppers are b*st*rds! (The policemen laugh.) Sit down (The quiet menace in his voice slightly takes the wind out of Ronna's sails. She sinks down.) You're just not very smart Even for an old tart How is your baby boy? Bet he's your pride and joy How's your little sister? It must be crowded there She's still on probation Your delinquent sis How'd you like to see her Taken back into care? And we can take your baby It's a piece of p*ss (By now, Ronna is subdued. Tears begin to trickle down her face.) You wouldn't take my baby! You give us a hard time, Ronna... you just watch us (RONNA disappears, and the spotlight falls on an acutely uncomfortable BILL ASTOR. The policemen's manner is transformed into something deferential, bordering on obsequious.) Good of you to find the time, Your Lordship This should not detain us very long, sir I hope we can Speak man to man It's got very messy since the sh*t has hit the fan We need to know the women you have slept with Their names and how much money you have paid them Did Ward supply them? Was he rewarded? Did you pay Mandy's rent? We hate to put these questions to you But How much have you spent? (ASTOR is looking at them aghast, his mouth open.)
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