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Kirsty        No it’s yours.  I told you  it’s yours!


               Shane          It can’t be mine.  I’m  not ready to be a dad.

                Kirsty        This thing’ll be here in five months.  You’d better get ready,
                       Shane.

               Shane          Tell  Deano that.  Go on.


                Kirsty        Pregnant at Christmas.  What a bloody joke.  I don’t think I’m
                       going to have such an easy ride as you,  Mary.


               Shane gets up and walks off to one side.

                Kirsty        Very lucky you were,  to have Joseph.  He
                       supported you and the baby even though he knew he wasn’t the
                       father.  Bloody ‘ell  ...  I can just see Shane’s face if an angel had
                       come to him  in a dream  and told him  I was pregnant.  He even
                       thinks the scan photo is a fake -  says it looks nothing  like him!


               Shane walks downstage and addresses audience.

               Just one time.  Just one time,  say it was me.  Say it was me who did this,  me who
               made all this happen.  Me who put it in her.  Me, who will carry it around  like the
               darling bud of May.  Who’s going to hold her hand.

               Shane begins to pace around, facing the audience, addressing them.


               Shane          Say  it now,  go on.  Say  I  did  it.  Say  I  did  something.  Whatever  I  did  [he
                              begins to back away].


                              [beat]

                              Please.  Say it.


                Dennis and  Kath enter arguing.

                Dennis        Keep calm,  Kath, for god sake!  They’ll be OK.

                Kath          They’ll never get a house.  They haven’t got enough points!


                Dennis        Points!  What sort of thing d’you get points for,  Kath?

                Kath          You know about points,  you bastard!  You’ve spent all your life
                       scoring points

                Dennis        Yeh,  and what do points make?  Points make prizes!  You were
                       a prize Kath, weren’t you?  A real beauty you were,  twenty years
                       ago.  Not bad now.....just a few wrinkles and saggy tits.
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