| Cast of characters
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| GRAHAM, a teenager
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| MOTHER, a busy housewife
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| FATHER, a conservative husband
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| POLICEMAN, a young constable
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| SCENE: A kitchen in suburbia, one bright Saturday morning
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| ACT ONE
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| Narrator: The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the
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| Line. |
| Her husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying
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| Their cushion-floor, his viscous poly-paste breath comes out. |
| Their
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| Wall-paper world is shattered by his shout. |
| A boy in blue is busy
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| Banging out a headache on the kitchen door. |
| All the while Graham
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| Slept on, dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted
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| To.
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| Mother and Father (in unison): No thugs in our house, are there dear?
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| We made that clear, we made little Graham promise us he’d be a good
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| Boy. |
| No thugs in our house, are there dear? |
| We made that clear, we
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| Made little Graham promise us he’d be a good boy.
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| ACT TWO
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| Narrator: The young policeman who just can’t grow a moustache will
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| Open up his book, and spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who
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| Have been so badly kicked.
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| Policeman: Is this your son’s wallet I’ve got here? |
| He must have |