LARGE MAN

Here's one!

CART DRIVER

Ninepence.

BODY

I'm not dead!

CART DRIVER

What?

LARGE MAN

Nothing... There's your ninepence.

BODY

I'm not dead!

CART DRIVER

'Ere. He says he's not dead.

LARGE MAN

Yes he is.

BODY

I'm not!

CART DRIVER

He isn't.

LARGE MAN

He will be soon. He's very ill.

BODY

I'm getting better!

LARGE MAN

You're not. You'll be stone dead in a few minutes.

CART DRIVER

I can't take him like this. It's against regulations.

BODY

I don't want to go on the cart.

LARGE MAN

Don't be such a baby.

CART DRIVER

I can't take him.

BODY

I feel fine.

LARGE MAN

Do me a favour.

CART DRIVER

I can't.

LARGE MAN

Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes. He won't be long.

CART DRIVER

I promised I'd be at the Robinson's. They've lost nine today.

LARGE MAN

When's your next round?

CART DRIVER

Thursday.

BODY

I think I'll go for a walk.

LARGE MAN

You're not fooling anyone you know.

(to CART DRIVER)

Isn't there anything you could do?

BODY

(singing unrecognisably)

I feel happy... I feel happy.

The CART DRIVER looks at the LARGE MAN for a moment. Then they both do a quick furtive look up and down the street. The CART DRIVER very swiftly brings up a club and hits the OLD MAN. (Out of shot but the singing stops after a loud bonk noise.)

LARGE MAN

(handing over the money at last)

Thanks very much.

CART DRIVER

That's all right. See you on Thursday.