This is a piece of AS English Language Coursework, which focuses on the struggle between a heroin addict and his girlfriend. It is only short but is intended as an educational but entertaining dualogue.
HIM: (speaking distractedly as if expressing his subconscious self, sounding quite confused, completely unmoving) Where the fuck am I? It’s bloody dark in here. Why can’t I open my eyes? What the fuck happened? Oh…shit…
HER: (sniffles) Selfish bastard. (quietly) Why couldn’t you just do the one thing I ever asked you to do…if not for me…for your daughter. Junkie wanker. How are we going to live now arsehole? Tell me? (louder, slight anger) It’s not like you ever got off your arse and got life insurance, spent all our…my savings on fucking heroin. No benefits now…not enough anyway, they’ll cut us off now because you’re not likely to wake up now are you? Must be great in there, loads of space (hits Him in chest). I’ll tell your daughter when she’s old enough that her father was a waste of space and that it’s his fault we’re in the mess we are. Hope you’re happy. (gets up and leaves stage left crying)
HIM: (quiet groan) GH] off
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Light is pale blue
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HER: (crying, on a mobile phone, slowly walking from stage left to stage right) He’s in hospital…don’t know, don’t care…don‘t give me that I know you were right…we’ll cope…I’ll find a way…just look after her for now…she needs a feed…don’t…Ok. Look after her (turns off mobile). I guess this is it, I’m fucked, and to think I loved Him and wished him dead…oh God I did this to him…I did this to my daughter it’s my fault we’re in this mess. (walks off stage right).BH] off
[GH]
HIM:(speaking in to receiver of hospital phone) I ballsed this up didn’t I?…I know I have a daughter…I’ll be out of here soon…where’s?…of course it’s my business…I’ve got help…no I don’t intend to be in here again, for this reason anyway ever again, I nearly died for fuck’s sake what do you take me for?…(irritated, said through gritted teeth) I said I’ve got help. Goodbye Diane. (replaces the handset) Time to get up, I guess. (rise up slowly from bed and walks off stage left).
[GH] off
Artificial wall is pushed on stage from stage left.
Her is sat on the floor, back against the wall, belt, lemon juice, white powder, spoon lighter, and syringe arrayed on the floor.
[WH]
HER: He always came here. His getaway but I never understood what he got out of it, chasing the dragon. Maybe it’s about time I found out. (pulls belt around upper arm clumsily, shaking pours lemon juice on spoon and spills white powder over spoon and on the floor. Lights lighter under the spoon for a few seconds and grabs the syringe. Drops syringe)(agitated) Shit!(hastily, clumsily picks up syringe and imitates the drawing of heroin from the spoon, takes to slapping right forearm, and imitates injecting into her arm, wait fifteen seconds [flash of intense white light, very bright, harsh directed at the audience and all light goes out, stage completely dark] and drops down, muscles completely lax).
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BH] spotlight follows HER[BH], to reflect cold, traffic rumble can be heard again, very loud.
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