JOHN LENNON In His Own Write

Scene Three Act One

Fatty:
'It's harf parst three Taddpill, and the men haven't done a strike. Why can't we settle this here and now without resorting to a long union discussion and going through all that bit about your father.'

Scruddy:
'Why don't yer shut yer gob yer big fat get or
TIl kick yer face in. Yer all the same you rich
fat Bourgies, workin' uz poor workers to death
and getting all the gelt and going to France
for yer 'holidays.'

Fatty: (going all red and ashen)
'But listen Taddpill you're only working two
hours a day now, and three days a week and we're losing money as it is, and here you are complaining again about screw screwing and I'm trying to help you. We could have built our factory somewhere else where men like to work, but Ho no here we are goverment sponsored and all that.'

Scruddy:
'Why don't yer shut yer gob yer big fat get or I'll kick yer face in. Yer all the same you rich fat Bourgies, workin' uz poor workers to death and getting all the gelt and going toFrance for yer 'olidays.'
(Enter a coloured woman singing a coloured
song, On her back is a great bundle.)

Mammy:
'Pope dat barge, left that bail'
(She unloads her bundle on the right of the desk.)

Fatty: (Impatiently)
'What is it Mammy, can't you see I'm haveing
a prodlem with Taddpill and you come in here all black and singing ? And get that bundle of ruddish away from my big desk !'

Mammy:
'O.K. kimu sahib bwana, massa'
(She lifts the bundle and eats it)
'Sho' was naice'

Fatty:
'Anyway what was it Mammy ?'

Mammy:
'Dat was yo' little daughter, by yo secind wife KIMU SAHIB'

Fatty: (colouring)
'But I'm not married, old Mammy'

(Mammy clasps her hands to her head horryfried)
'Oh lord, I've jes' eaten a bastard !'

(She runs round the room crossing herself, and singing another verse, scruddy stands up replaceing his cap firmly on his head - walking toward the door he half turns like in the films and shakes his fist.)
'Get this black woman out of this factory before the men find out, or ye'll 'ave a strike on yer fat Bourgie 'ands. I'm tellin yer that fer nothin' yer old bum !'
(Scruddy walks out of the room leaving Fatty - Mammy and fourteen little Jewish children all singing together a kind of hymn.)

The end