THE NEW SWINGTON ESTATE
0245HRS
[Babies’ cries can now be heard from multiple households in the New
Swington Estate. Some residents assemble at the main gate. Loud
murmuring amongst them. Strauss, the guard on duty approaches
them]
STRAUSS THE GUARD
Evening folks. Sorry-night. Now we have informed the authorities so
kindly go back to your houses.
[someone asks a question]
No that was an ambulance passing by.-I myself called in the
police.-This will be taken care of.-All right folks, calm down.-Kindly go
back inside. Thanks.
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SIMON SENECA
HOOPTE GOBBLEDYGOOK
[Knocks on John Knows’ door. John opens]
What a shame, right?
JOHN KNOWS
An unfortunate inevitability.
SIMON SENECA
Can you imagine this going on for two weeks!
JOHN KNOWS
For two weeks. They will be shafting us like this for two weeks.
SIMON SENECA
Or more.
JOHN KNOWS
They will gut the real estate prices. I should have moved when I had the
chance.
SIMON SENECA
You know if they really wanted to bring down real estate prices in
Swington you would think they would be a little bit more subtle. There
is a big conspiracy going on here.
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SARAH DJIMON
Wish they would just die. Can’t they just die…
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DAVID PABRAT
[bedroom door opens and David walks back in]
No. It is not him. Sleeping like a baby. Don’t how he does it. It is safe to
say he is somewhere in dreamland. I think the noise is coming from Old
Swington.
SALLY MABRAT
These bloody immigrants. I knew they were upto no good. Giving us the
flu and now this.
DAVID PABRAT
They are upto no good at all.
SALLY MABRAT
Do you understand a single thing they are saying?
DAVID PABRAT
Tell me one person who does and I will tell you the next candidate for
the psyche ward. Or the next Professor of Linguistics at the Cosgrove
University.
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JOJI KOJIMA
[Splayed on the couch in the living room. The only sound audible that is
not from outside is the Tchick! Tchick! Tchick!]
Die die die you bastard I got you this time. Crap he gon kill me. Damn
this boss is good. I will get you next time. I need me a rocket grenade
launcher for this Mo-Fo.
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HOOPTE GOBBLEDYGOOK
MOLLY WAILER
[moves the crying baby around in an attempt to pacify]
Ssshh. Sssssh. Oh baby.
JIMMY WAILER
[walks into the room]
What is not happening out there?
MOLLY WAILER
I wish I knew.
JIMMY WAILER
Is it the Motley’s again?
MOLLY WAILER
I don’t think so. It is our new neighbours I think.
JIMMY WAILER
[takes hold of the baby]
The immigrants?
MOLLY WAILER
The immigrants.
JIMMY WAILER
They couldn’t have chosen a worse time to go off like that.
MOLLY WAILER
I know. Of all the places they had to land. Old Swington. The
government had to do something. Poor souls.
JIMMY WAILER
The worst time to dock in. The worst time.
MOLLY WAILER
Bad luck I guess.
JIMMY WAILER
Then they get blamed for the flu.
MOLLY WAILER
Bad luck. Bad timing. Bad everything.
JIMMY WAILER
Here.
[hands over the baby]
I will call the police.
MOLLY WAILER
Please do.
JIMMY WAILER
We have enough problems on our hands already.
MOLLY WAILER
I know
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