A girl is wandering around…looking for directions. It is night-time. Dark. The girl is aged 16. Location: a quiet road in America.
| Angel | Excuse me, excuse me! |
| Driver | (Car slows down) You’re out late |
| Angel | I went to a party |
| Driver | And now you’re drunk, wanting a lift |
| Angel | Hey, yeah, not drunk |
| Driver | Just a little bit maybe |
| Angel | Maybe a little bit. Can you give me a lift? |
| Driver | How far? Where to? |
| Angel | Just up the road |
| Driver | Sure, hop in the back |
| Angel | Thanks |
| Driver | Do you have enough room |
| Angel | Yeah, I’m fine |
| Driver | You can move that rug if you wish |
| Angel | No, I’ll leave it there |
| Driver | I think I know a quick way to get to where you want to go. I also think you’re drunk, very drunk |
| Angel | I told you I am fine – oh there’s my friend. Stop please I’ll get a lift from her |
| Driver | I know you’re drunk because you’re not seeing straight. I know it’s dark but… |
| Angel | I told you I am not drunk. I am going to catch a lift from my friend. |
| Driver | And I said you could not see straight – you haven’t even recognised your Father… |
THE END