Ravenhill Plays: 1: Shopping and F***ing; Faust is Dead; Handbag; Some Explicit Polaroids (Contemporary Dramatists) by Mark Ravenhill Read Free Book Online Page A

     Right. Yes.
    Go on.
    Robbie      And he looked so . . . I felt sorry for him, alright? But then he says: ‘How about this? How about you give me the E? Give me the E now then later, at the end, you can come back to mine and we can get the money from my jeans.’
    Lulu      Right so he was luring you. Luring you back to his / place.
    Robbie      No.
    Lulu      Get you back to his so that he could pull the gun / or whatever.
    Robbie      No.
    Lulu      And get the Es off you.
    Robbie      No, it didn’t happen. That’s not it.
    Lulu      No?
    Robbie      No.
    So I said yes. It’s a deal. And I gave him the E and he takes it and I watch him and he’s dancing and he’s sweating and smiling and he looks – well – beautiful and just really really happy.
    Lulu      How many?
    Robbie      What?
    Lulu      You broke the first rule – yes? Yes?
    Robbie      Yes.
    Lulu      How many?
    Robbie      I was out there on my own.
    Lulu      How many?
    Robbie      Three. Maybe four.
    Lulu      Shit. I told you. Rule number one.
    Robbie      I know.
    But then, a few minutes later. A bloke. Even better, yes, even better looking than the last bloke. And he says: ‘Look, you gave my mate some E and I was wondering, I get paid at the end of the week and if I give you my phone number will you give me a couple of E?’
    Lulu      You didn’t?
    Robbie      Yes.
    Lulu      Fuck.
    Robbie      And I felt good, I felt amazing, from just giving, you see?
    Lulu      No, no I don’t.
    Robbie      But imagine. Imagine you’re there, imagine how it feels.
    Lulu      No.
    Robbie      And then – it sort of rolled. It flew.
    Lulu      You prick. Three hundred.
    Robbie      Until there’s these guys, they’re asking and I’m giving and everyone’s dancing and smiling.
    Lulu      Three hundred E. / Silly prick.
    Robbie      Listen, listen to me. This is what I felt.
    Lulu      I don’t want to know. / You gave away three hundred.
    Robbie      It’s important.
    Lulu      No. Stupid. Fucking. / Cunt.
    Robbie      Just listen for a moment, OK?
    Listen, this is the important bit. If you’d felt . . . I felt. I was looking down on this planet. Spaceman over this earth. And I see this kid in Rwanda, crying, but he doesn’t know why. And this granny in Kiev, selling everything she’s ever owned. And this president in Bogota or . . . South America. And I see the suffering. And the wars. And the grab, grab, grab.
    And I think: Fuck Money. Fuck it. This selling. This buying. This system. Fuck the bitching world and let’s be . . . beautiful. Beautiful. And happy. You see?
    You see?
    But now you see, but then I’ve only got two left and this bloke comes up and says: ‘You the bloke giving out the E?’ I give him the two but he says ‘What two? Two. Two’s not going to do shit for me. You gotta have more.’ And he starts to hit, he starts to punch me.
    Lulu      Fucking fucker arsehole. Fuck.
    Pillowbiter. (
Hit .
) Shitstabber. (
Hit .
)
    Boys grow up you know and stop playing with each other’s willies. Men and women make the future. There are people out there who need me. Normal people who have kind tidy sex and when they want it. And boys? Boys just fuck each other.
    The suffering is going to be handed out. And I shouldn’t be part of that. But it’ll be both of us. And that’s not justice. Is it?
    You look like shit now. Look like you might get (
Throws the bottle of TCP into
Robbie
’s eyes
.) gangrene.
    Exit
Lulu .
    Robbie      Nurse. Nurse.
Scene Eight
     
    Bedsit
.
    Mark
and
Gary .
    Gary      I knew it wasn’t right. I went to the council.
    And I said to her, look, it’s simple: he’s fucking me.
    Once, twice, three times a week he comes into my room.
    He’s a big man. He holds me down and he fucks me. How long? she says. About two