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JOSEPH

JOSEPH

 

JOSEPH Give us two bob or a pint of milk, love, will ya? Aww, come on, love, give us two bob – only twenty cents, only twenty cents won’t break ya… for a pint of milk.. ? You beauty, thanks, love, I won’t forget this, thanks love..

WATCHES HER EXIT, TOSSES COIN IN HIS PALM, SMILING. BOTH POLICEMEN ENTER

P/MAN I What’s yer name?

JOSEPH Wha… ?

P/MAN 2 Yer name? what’s yer bloody name?

JOSEPH Who wants to know?

P/MAN I Don’t get smart with us, give us yer name.

JOSEPH Karbody.

P/MAN! Car bodyl Did ya hear that? He says his name is Car body

P/MAN 2 Car body what?

P/MAN I Bloody ignorant boongs..

JOSEPH Joseph Karbody, an’ it’s spelt with a ‘K’.

P/MAN I Joseph..

P/MAN 2 Spelt with a ‘K’…

P/MAN I No ‘K’ in Joseph.. j… o… e…

P/MAN 2 Must be the tribal spelling.

P/MAN I Incredible.

P/Mi 2 Never heard anything like it, Sir.

P/NAN I A boong called Joseph.

P/NAN 2 Where’s Mary?

P/MAN I Sellin’ her arse down some alley somewhere, most likely..

JOSEPH Now, you look…

P/MAN I Now, you shut your mouth, Joseph boong.

P/MAN 2 With a ‘K’.

P/MAN I Boongs should only speak when they’re spoken to.

P/MAN I Ugly, dirty people..

P/MAN 2 Scum of the earth,

JOSEPH Whaddya tryin’ to do?

P/MAN I Did you hear that?

P/NAN 2 He spoke.

P/MAN I Ignorant, ignorant savages.

P/MAN 2 Didn’t understand. a word we said.,

P/MAlI I I’ll tell ya what we’re tryin’ to do, Mister Joseph Car body..

P/MAN 2 Only we ain’t tryin’,

P/MAN I We’re succeeding.,

p/MAN 2 Yer under arrest.

P/MAN I You bin unnerstan’, big fella JG, you bin go lock-up, quick smart…

JOSEPH On what charge?

P/NAN 2 You talk when yer talked to.

JOSPK On what bloody charge?

P/MAN I Temper, temper…

P/MAN 2 Shall I do the honours, Sarge, or would you…?

P/MAN I After you constable, after you…

P/MAN 2 On a charge of begging, Joseph..

P/MAN I Begging alms, Joseph…

P/MAN 2 In a public place…

P/MALI To whit, the corner of Liverpool and Stanley Streets, Darlinghurst.

P/MAlI 2 At precisely 8.15 p.m.

P/MAlT I On January the thirteenth..

P/MAN 2 Unlucky day, Joseph..

P/NAN I In the year of our Lord, 1977…

JOSEPH Yer jokin’.

P/MAN I No, boong, we’re not jokin’.

P/MAN 2 Very serious matter, begging…

JOSEPH It was only twenty cents…

P/MAN 2 Admits it.

P/MAN I Write that down, constable, will you?

P/MAN 2 But.. it… was… only… twenty… cents. Got it, Sarge,

P/MAN I So come on, Joseph, we go walkabout now..

JOSEPH Where to?

P/MAN I Joseph Car body, you are one dumb boong.

JOSEPH Don’t you call me a dumb boongl

P/MAN I SLAPS HIS PACE

P/MAN I A what, Joseph?

SILENCE. SLAPS HIS PACE AGAIN.

A what, Joseph?

JOSEPH A boong..

P/MAN I SLAPS HIS PACE AGAIN

P/MAN I What kind of boong, Joseph?

SILENCE.

JOSEPH A dumb boong…

P/MAIl I Who’s a dumb boong, Joseph?

SLAPS HIM AGAIN

Who’s a dumb boong?

JOSEPH I am.

p/MAN 2 Couldn’t bear that, Sarge..

P/MAN I Say it louder, Joseph.

JOSEPH I am.

P/MAN 2 Not a word..

P/NAN I Louder, Joseph.

JOSEPH I am…

P/MAN I Louder, Joseph!

JOSEPH TAXES A STEP TOWARDS P/MAN I. PUNCHED HARD IN RETURN. ARMS HELD BY P/NAN 2 • PUNCHED AGAIN IN STOMACH. HE DOUBLES UP.

P/MAN I Constable?

P/MAN 2 Yessir…

P/MAN I Write this down…

P/MAN 2 Yessir…

P/MAN I Begging alms in a public place…

P/MAN 2 Got that, Sir.

P/MAN I Resisting arrest.

P/MAN 2 Two ‘rs in arrest?

P/MAN I An’ bein’ a dumb boong. Self-confessed, That’s the charges, Got that?

P/MAI 2 Got that, Sir..

P/MAN I Occupation? Occupation?

JOSEPH Unemployed,

p/MAN 2 On the dole,

JOSEPH Yeah, that’s it, unemployed.

P/MAN I Unemployed what?

JOSEPH Labourer.

P/MAN 2 What?

JOSEPH Labourer.

P/NAN I Coudn’t hear that, boong,

JO5EPI Labourer!

P/wT I Drunk and disorderly.

P/MAN 2 Got that.

JOSEPH I don’t drink,

P/NAN I Did you hear that?

P/MAN 2 Amazing.

P/MAN I A boong what don’t drinki

JOSEPH Well, it’s bloody true.

P/MAN 2 Language, Joseph..

P/MAN 1 Disturbing the peace

P/MAN I A dangerous man..

P/MAN 2 HOLDS BOTH ARMS BEHIND JOSEPH’ S BACK. P/MAN I KNEES HIM SUDDENLY, PUNCHES HIM VIOLENTY IN THE FACE, KNEES HIS CHIN AGAIN, P/MAN 2 GRABS HIS HAIR AND JERKS HIS FACE UP, JOSEPH SPITS IN THE FACE OF P/MAN I. P/MAN I LAYS INTO HIM IN A FURY, KICKING HIM AS HE FALLS. P/MAN 2 WATCHES.

P/MAN I You filthy, mongrel, stinking black bastard, spit in my face, would ya, you savage, heathen, uneducated, illiterate, metho-drinking, lubra—fucking cunt You’ll never spit again, you’ll never fuck again, you black faced, abo hoon, you’ll never beg again, you sarcastic, ignorant, smart-arse, black bugger, think you can spit in the face of the law? Think you’re better than us, cunt? Think you can get the better of me, you bastards! I’m better than black, bastard!l I’m better than black!

P/MAN 2 Jeezus christ, you’ve…

P/MAN 1 I’ve done nothin’! You hear me? You never saw this, get it, constable? You never saw this black cunt, we never seen him, we never seen him,,

P/MEN 2 We never seen him,,

P/MAN I We never seen him..

SILENCE. THEY BOTH LOOK DOWN AT JOSEPH.

P/MAN 2 What’ll we do with him?

P/MAN I Oh, leave the bastard here, he’ll be alright… it doesn’t matter..

he’s just some boong.

P/MAN 2 Yeah..

HE SLOWLY RIPS OUT THE PAGE FROM HIS NOTEBOOK, RIPS IT IN HALF,

THEN IN HALF AGAIN. CRUMPLES IT INTO A BALL.

He’s just some boong.

THROWS IT AWAY.

BLACKOUT

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