Time: present day in the city of Philadelphia.

Gar: So is everything the same back home?

Ned: Nothing's the same; the government is tearing everything down and building over it. It's becoming like a small city. Nothing compared to Philadelphia though.

Gar: Nothing amounts to Philadelphia-nothing could.

Ned: Aye,it's true. Have you seen the new triple towers in Fifth Avenue? The antennas at the top are almost in space.

Gar: How long are yous here for?

Ned: Just for the week. So what are you working as nowadays?

Gar: Believe it or not, I'm a special agent in the F.B.I.

Ned: And you're living in an apartment this size? Yeah, right and my name's Pope John Paul.

Gar: No, seriously, the people across the road are ex-cons and the F.B.I want me to keep a close eye on them because they have reason to believe that they are planning a robbery.

Ned: [sarcastically] ugh huh

Gar: If you don't believe me take a look at all those listening devices and radars.

[S.B. takes a look across the room at the radars and then he drags his head again]

Ned: [impressed] Jesus, would you look at that. You really are? No joke?

Gar: [rapidly] Yeah, pretty cool, huh?

Ned: For sure! So how did you land a job like that?

Gar: Well, as soon as I got here I hooked up with a man called David Gargle and he knew the boss of the F.B.I in this area. So, as time went by I got to know his friend better and then he offered me the job. I had to start at the bottom, of course, but it didn't take long for him to see that I had good potential as a spy.

Ned: So what was your first case?

Gar: If I can remember right, it was a stakeout.

Ned: Really?

Gar: Yeah, it was in an old, disused factory where counterfeit money was being manufactured. I had to tell the swat team when to bounce and attack the criminals. It was a complete success.

Ned: [feeling sorry for himself] I wish that I hadda come with you when you were moving to America.

Gar: Well you could've gave me some indication that you weren't happy in Ballybeg, then I would've came and got you. Ohh yeah, what happened that you stopped writing to me, run outta brain cells?

Ned: I just lost interest.

Gar: But it only lasted for the first two months, even before I had established myself.

Ned: I didn't have the money for the postage.

Gar: Ohh, I see now. Your dad not doing to good on the farm now?

Ned: That's exactly the problem.

[The phone rings and after a long, argumentative chat with his boss, he hangs up and says...]

Gar: [angrily] I'm afraid I have to go now. The people across from here... Well they got away and it's my fault for not noticing, so I have to go and see if I can find them.

[Gar storms toward the door and he is about to open it when...]

S.B: Why don't you take any notice of me now?

[Gar turns round, looks him in the eye and says...]

Gar: Happy now?

[He then races out in a dangerous mood and slams the door behind him]

S.B: I messed that one up didn't I?

Ned: No it's not your fault that he doesn't like you. I think that it is because of all the years you neglected him and all the times that you never took any notice of him. He'll regret it when it's too late. I know he will.

[At that point they write a note saying, 'Sorry you had to leave but so did we. We will call round later... They both walk towards the doorway and S.B looks back and says something under his breath...]

S.B [whisper like] why does it have to be like this?

[At that we hear the door close and the footsteps fading into the background]

Chris Morgan 11F