(Near the belltower. JACK calls and COPS enter.)
JACK: Hey boys! What do you think
COP 1: You know us Jack,
JACK: Now, now, I'm your friend.
COP 2: This guy's getting to me.
JACK: Just shootin' off my mouth...
(They rough him up.)Fuck off! Keep the hands to yourself.
I'm telling you, I've got friends.
And some of your park-dwelling habits
would be of great interest to them!
COP 1: Your friends in the press
JACK: And what? Chop it to the ground
COP 2: This sounds like blasphemy.
JACK: I sold a stereo
(JACK exits)COP 2: A holy place. Holy places
do that to you.
(Sound of a phone ringing. Or, COPS 'vibrate' before taking mobile phones from pockets. The two COPS speak in turns, as if automated.)COP 1: And which street was it on?
COP 2: And you were walking home from work.
COP 1: Well yes Ma'am, I'm sorry to have to say this,
COP 2: and I don't mean it as an insult,
COP 1: but it's likely he took you for... (pause)
COP 2: Just because you were in the area.
COPS (together, as if chanting): If you ring our hotline,
we can have someone out there
Smith Street | Mudlark No. 19
Contents | Act 2, Scene Four