Dr 1: Would a knife sticking into his back be… a clue to his probable death?
Dr P: Yes – is there one?
Dr 1: No.
There is a lull
DC Acey: Ummm!
Laura: Don’t you have to draw around the body now?
DC Acey: Yes – that’s a plan!
Dr. 1: Should I call an ambulance?
DC Acey: You should, yes.
Dr 1: But, will I?
DC Acey: Yes – stop being a prat!
Laura: Dr P?
DR P: Yes, Laura?
Laura: I’ve been getting these pains in my chest – would you like to take a look?
DC Acey: I’m not sure that is a good idea!
Dr P: Why not?
DC Acey: Because Laura is hiding a secret!
Laura: I am?
Laura: Yes, it’s true! I have a deep, dark secret. Nobody has realised that I am not Laura, but…
Laura: …I am… (dramatic pause) …
Dr P: Get on with it!
DC Acey: Ditto.
Dr P: Ditto? Are you an imbecile?
DC Acey: I may be – who wants to know?
Dr 1: I don’t.
Laura: Are you interested in what I am?
Dr P: Yes, my son!
Laura: (gasps) You knew?
Dr P: I have always known – ever since your birth, Laurence!
Dr 1: Florence? Son? What?
DC Acey: Yes, this is Laurence Protocol aka Laura.
Laurence: And I killed Harold in spite!
Dr 1: In spite of what?
This is a note to say that if you have got this far – well done and thank you G:) #dialogueforaplay