Fast One
Fast One
A merchant seaman heads off with his favourite barmaid for South America and is drawn into revolution and gun-running – one of our most trenchant playwrights
Malcolm Hay, Time Out
First produced by Solent People’s Theatre on tour.
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Script Excerpt
Paco: You are back! Any luck?
Andy: I told you, the deal fell through. They ain’t got nothin’.
Paco: This is not what you told me before.
Andy: Things’ve changed.
Paco: You are not a man of your word?
Andy: There’s nothing I can do, Paco.
Paco: Our people are starving. Disease is everywhere.
Andy: I’m doin’ me best. I’ve brought in olive oil, cocunuts, aspirin –– at least I think they were aspirin …
Paco: For Alessandro?
Andy: Yes.
Paco: His people are not our people.
Andy: You all live in the same country, don’t you?
Paco: Why you deal with him, not us?
Andy: I can get what he wants, that’s why. He even tells me the suppliers. Your, er, commodity I can’t lay hands on right now.
Paco: You don’t care about our people.
Andy: Of course I do. I buy your lottery tickets, don’t I?
Paco: These crates you unload today, what are?
Andy: I don’t know.
Paco: You carry and you don’t know?
Andy: I’m not mechanical, Paco. I don’t know a piston from a crankshaft.
Paco: You run a boat.
Andy: The engineer came provided.
Paco: You spend all day with him!
Andy: Paco, the only English he understands is left, right, up, down, on, off an’ Mind Your Head …