Scene 1
THE SMITH RESIDENCE IN KNIGHTSBRIDGE
DINNING ROOM- EVENING
MRS SMITH, mid thirties, with an aura of
elegance and grace – dressed in a tight red pantsuit.
CHARLES (MR SMITH), late forties -- grey
hairs starting to show through, dressed in a classic Black Givenchy suit.
MRS SMITH
Why her? Why not me? Why not anyone else but her?
CHARLES
I don’t discuss
your personal business, I would
expect you the extent me the
same courtesy.
MRS SMITH
(Forcefully
scraps her chair legs across the marbled floor)
I’m your wife; I’m the woman with the ring,
not her.
CHARLES
Know your place woman. Sit.
SAMUEL SMITH,
roughly twelve years old, handsome – dressed in a Gucci Slim fit tracksuit.
Scene 2
THE SMITH
RESIDENCE
CHILDRENS PLAY
ROOM- DAY
SAMUEL
Freya Smith? Smith? You are a funny one
aren’t you?
FREYA SMITH,
ten seyears old, petite frame -- dark ringlets that cascade down her back.
FREYA
(Continues to
write her name with different coloured pencils) Funny brother? I’m funny? (A
high-pitched laugh escapes her mouth)
SAMUEL
Brother? I’m no brother of yours. You’re a
bastard, a sin! (Stalks towards Freya) We all know it, I know it, and Mother
knows it, even Father. (Forcefully shoves Freya) You are no sister of mine!
Scene 3
THE SMITH
RESISDENCE
BALL ROOM -
NIGHT
MRS SMITH
(Dressed in a red satin dress that exposes
her bear shoulders, she stomps her way through the packed hallway)
I’m no wife.
I’m property.
(Hands begin to
tremble terribly as she tries to light a candle. Mrs. Smith falls to her knees,
crying hysterically, dropping the lit match on to the curtains that hang behind
her.)
Scene 4
HOSTEL – NIGHT
GIRL ONE,
eighteen years old, rough looking with cheap taste.
GIRL ONE
Who does this Puta think she is? (Directing her words towards Freya)
FREYA, now
roughly seventeen
FREYA
Me?
GRIL TWO, seventeen
years old, a carbon copy of girl one
GIRL TWO
Yes you
