(The street. NARRATOR enters. ANGEL enters, with PROSTITUTES like a bodyguard.)NARRATOR: Good to see you back again.
ANGEL: Oh yeah, a spell in the lock-up,
NARRATOR: Cavity search. Open season on any woman.
NARRATOR, ANGEL, PROSTITUTES (together):
NARRATOR: but Fred Nile is in touch with the beating
ANGEL: They went close to something.
NARRATOR: Behold the handmaid of the world.
ANGEL: Be it done to me according to the word.
(PROSTITUTES exit.)NARRATOR: So how long are you going
to work this street. Surely
it's time to move on?
There are riper pickings
on the other side of town,
or maybe around Fremantle.
ANGEL: This street is ordered confusion.
(During following TWO PROSTITUTES cross stage and 'slash' ANGEL with lipstick and exit. TWO OTHER PROSTITUTES cross stage and slap/smudge ANGEL'S face, and exit.)I don't wallow in the filth
or float ethereally;
no Manichaean take
on council rates.
I've worn wigs
and sat in on meetings.
So excited to have a new face
they didn't even recognise
their nemesis. And I got
that idea from Star Trek.
NARRATOR: Boldly going where no man has gone before!
ANGEL: If I let them contain me
(JACK enters. NARRATOR withdraws and watches from a distance.)ANGEL: Jack, you're my man.
JACK: I'm nobody's man.
ANGEL: You're a man's man.
JACK: What are you implying?
ANGEL: That you like your body.
JACK: What's it to you?
ANGEL: Words don't work for this.
(ANGEL and JACK take up parodic tango drop position. ANGEL starts caressing JACK but this turns into a search inside his coat.)JACK: I am a creative person.
I am your agent. A spiritual
mentor, a physical protector.
ANGEL: A provider. You are
JACK: But I don't need you, Angel.
(JACK drops ANGEL and moves away. NARRATOR crosses to help ANGEL.)I'll do okay when our
partnership breaks up.
In fact, I'm thinking
for the small business
I've got a plan.
NARRATOR: Jack, the man with the plan.
JACK: Butt out of it.
(JACK and ANGEL exit. STREETPEOPLE enter.)There's that bitch
There's that shit
There's the vigilante clutch
The god-blessed creep who runs this street
The god-sucked geek who whacks his meat
Who blocks her snatch
Who ties his cock
Put cling wrap round their private parts
Pull up the sheets and sniff their farts
Put shit upon the queens and tarts
Take notes on those upon the street
Live lives unblessed by joy and grief
Live their lives in a ditch
ALL: So high
ALL: So low
ALL: So down
ALL: Go down
(STREETPEOPLE 'go down' into a tangled and writhing heap on the stage and remain there as lights change into next scene.)
Smith Street | Mudlark No. 19
Contents | Act 2, Scene Two