Edward greets him with open arms and a warm smile and Mickey remains numb, not even acknowledging Edwards’s presence. Edward begins to spark up a conversation and tells him about university, his new group of friends, his love life and studies as Mickey still remains mute. Edward continues to ramble on as Mickey all of a sudden comes out with “How’s Linda?” Edward answers him, with gratitude, being shocked by his response. Just as Edward thinks he’s getting somewhere, Mickey lashes out at Edward, pouncing on top of him and grabbing him by his shirt collar, shouting “I DON’T BLOODY CARE!” The policemen step in and break it off, taking Mickey back into his cell. Edward is left there in a state of shock, completely overwhelmed by what just happened. The scene ends in a still image with Edward sitting in the visitor’s seat with a stunned facial expression.
The only props we used were two chairs and two seats.
EDWARD’S MONOLGUE for prison scene
Wow. I’m going to see Mickey for the first time in (pause) … four years? Although, I can’t believe it’s in this place. (Shudders as he observes his surroundings) It gives me the creeps. I don’t even know why he’s in here! I know Mickey like the palm of my hand, he wouldn’t hurt a fly or I couldn’t imagine him committing a crime. He’s too much of a good person to do anything of the sort! He’s a bit like me actually. I do miss him though. I feel nostalgic at the thought of all those days of innocence- how we were so intrigued by a plastic gun and when we would get into so much trouble with the guards.
I don’t know how to greet him or how he’ll react. Will he be happy to see me? I really don’t know; I brought him his favourite sweets. The ones that we use to scoff down when we were children and then we would feel incredibly nauseous. Oh sugar… he doesn’t even know I’m here! Bummer! I really should be more prepared. I brought the only sentimental possession I have though, and that’s the locket that Mrs. Johnstone gave me when I was seven. Wasn’t it kind of her? It means an awful lot me; I carry it around with me all the time. If I lost it, it would be like losing my arm or my sight.
Anyway, Mickey is strong. He’ll pull through all this hardship. I know he will. Then we can go back to how we use to be and have all the fun in the world again…
MICKEY’S MONOLGUE
I ‘ate it ‘ere; jus’ starrin’ at the four walls twenty four seven. It’s ‘orrible. I mean, I wouldn’t mind doin’ time for somethin’ I ‘ave done but the thing is I didn’t do it! I DIDN’T DO IT! I DIDN’T! I SWEAR! (pausing and in tears) It’s no use. No-one ‘ears me. No-one understands what I’m goin’ through. They think they do but they jus’ don’t. Mam says “oh Mickey, don’t worry, love. Time is healer, you’ll be out before you know it.” Every minute’s like an hour and every day’s like a year. I just wish I could see Linda. She’s pregnant and I’m not even there for ‘er. I mean… what kind of father am I goin’ to be? I’m already banged up and even when I wasn’t, I couldn’t even provide a descent life for me family. (puts his head in his hands) I jus’… I jus’ wish it was all over for me. I can’t live like this anymore. I CAN’T! I’m losin’ the will to live. What kind of existence is this anyway? Might as well be dead.
I’m jus’ so alone. I miss Linda. I need ‘er. She’s the only thing in my life that keeps me sane. I jus’ picture ‘er face and me child when I feel like I wanna give up. I ‘ave a visitor commin’ today. I dunno who it is though. I ‘ope it’s not Eddie. I miss ‘im but ‘e makes me feel even worse about myself. He ‘as everythin’ he wants. An’ I ‘ave nothin’. I always wanted to be ‘im. Since I was a kid. Oh I wish I could be a kid again. Care free and ‘appy all the time, no worries, no responsibilities. Those days are long gone…