Tramps ©
(Stage Version)
by
Michael Casey
The stage, in one
corner a bench, in another a signpost and a phonebox.
A doorway of a bank in another, a cafe in the fourth
corner.The scene
opens with the shadow of stained glass window in the
centre, church music
in the background.The rest of the stage is dimly lit.As
the spotlight is
raised on the "church" we see a priest arguing
with a tramp.The tramp is
very badly dressed even for a tramp.He has a cargigan on,
with buttons
done up wrongly, a jacket dirty and one pocket falling
off, he has an
overcoat as well, one arm of which is held om with safety
pins.He is
wearing trousers with the flies undone, dirty underwear
pokes through.On
his feet are dirty trainers, the sole of one coming off,
so it flaps as
he walks.The priest is a bit effeminate.
Priest:Go, I gave you two pounds already.
Tramp :I'm saying my prayers.
Priest:You say that at all the churches.
Tramp :I'm very religious.
Priest:Be off with you, you are frightening all my flock.
Tramp :I'm hungry.
Priest:I gave you a bottle of milk and a big sandwich.
Tramp :That was before the first service.
Priest:Be off with you, shoo.
Tramp :I'm not a bleeding cat.
Priest:Well just go away, you smell, my flock don't like
it.
Tramp :You sound like a bleeding shepherd, where's your
dog ?
The tramp looks around and whistles.
Priest:Will you just go !
The priest stamps his foot and points.
Tramp:I was going anyway.
The tramp shuffles off, the priest puts his hands
together then puts on
his best angelic face before disappearing into the
shadows. The church
music raises for a moment then falls away. The tramp
looks back at him.
Tramp:Bleeding poof, all rosary beeds and no balls.
The tramp adds a V sign for good measure.He rattles two
pound coins in his
hand before putting them into his pocket.
Tramp:He calls himself a Christian, he treats me like a
leper.Unclean
unclean.
The tramp sniffs under his arms, then scratches his bum.
Tramp:I had a bath two months ago, the Sally Army
insisted in fact.
The Tramp goes towards the audience (WE COULD ACTUALLY
MAKE HIM SMELL).
He sniffs under his other arm.
Tramp:Better than the countyside. Here what do you think
?
At this point he lunges towards the audince, (WE COULD
USE A "PLANT").
Tramp:Too much water is back for you, it washes all the
good out of you.
The tramp fiddles with the safety pins on his coat.Then
reaches for a rag
in a pocket so he can wipe his nose. The rag is
disgusting, he drops it
when he's finished rubbing his nose, then walks a few
paces before coming
back for it.
Tramp:I don't want to loose you, do I.
The tramp then clears his throat and spits (Black Country
fashion).
Tramp:I've caught a cold. It's all these priests kicking
me out of their
churches as
soon as they spot me.
The tramp comes to the bench with a bin by it. He sits
down.
Tramp:Priests, what a bunch prats, all holy water and
"hellos", but
not to me.
It's "On your Bike", or "Here's a quid now get lost my
ladies are
coming ".
The tramp spits again.
Tramp:Not that I'm saying they'll all bad, just some of
them, well that
one anyway,
he's a shit. He's all "Love thy neighbour" but when I
turn up what
does he do. He tells me to go, doesn't he. No "Sit
at my table,
brother ". He knows nothing he's so young, he looks
as if his
barely left his mother's nipple.
The tramp sucks his thumb mockingly.
Tramp:The old priests and vicars treat you better. I once
did very well.
The tramp leans back on the bench and settles to tell his
story.
Tramp:I got locked in a church the once. I had found a
warm place in an
old
confessional, on the priests side, there was an electric fire
in there and
a packet of biscuits. So I ate the biscuits and I must
have fallen
asleep. In the morning the priest found me, he did not
say a word
only he led me into the kitchen and gave me his own
breakfast. He
acted as waiter in fact and said "I hope everything
is to Sir's
satisfaction", the difference was he gave me a tip when
I'd finished.That's
how priests should be, like that one, Fr.Shaw
he said he
was from Kerry - I think that's near Newcastle.
The tramp coughs then spits again. A mother with a pram
stops and sits
down on the same bench on the extreme end, away from the
tramp.The tramp
looks at her.
Tramp:Lets have a look at the baby, is it a girl, I like girls.
The tramp gets up and leans on the pram to look in, the
baby cries, the
woman jumps up then hurries away with the pram.
He scatches his bum again, then reaches in his pocket for
half a sandwich
and finishes it.
Tramp:What's the matter with her, I like children I
wouldn't do it any
harm.
The tramp sighs, then moves to the bin.
Tramp:Lets's see what's in my larder.
He empties the bin. One of the disgarded items is a
newspaper with the
headline "Mother Theresa Urges Magie to Act"
and a photo.The tramp finds
a half eaten cake and a half full can of coke. He moves
towards the
audience.
Tramp:Do you want some ? Well you cann't have any its
mine, bugger off.
He laughs at his own joke.
Tramp:The things people throw away you'd be surprized.
He has his "feast".
Tramp:I once got a wedding cake, there was a girl crying
next to the bin
she cried
even more when I took it out. I wonder why ?
He picks his nose and eats it.
Tramp:There's salt in it.
Then he washes it down with a swig of coke, before
beltching loudly.
Tramp:I got this coat in a bin , good isn't it.
He moves towards the audience and puts on his best
"catwalk" walk, gives
a twirl before sitting down.
Tramp:I was beaten up by some kids that's how the arm got
torn. Kids more
like animals,
they get pissed on a weekend then think its fun to
attack us. I
got one of them though , I kicked him right in the
bollocks, His
mates really belted me for that, but what was I
supposed to
do ? Sit there and say thankyou. The police found me
and sent for
an ambulance. At the hospital they patched me up then
kicked me out.
They said I smelt too much.
He sniffs under his arms again.
Tramp:I better make a move, I usually get a bite at Tim's
cafe.
He moves around the stage a few times till the spot picks out the cafe.
He gets a tea and a pie, a nod of recognition from the
cafe man. The
cafe is shabby, lorry drivers and all night taxi people
use it.
Four drivers come in and sit at the other table.
Driver 1:What a stink.
Driver 2:I can smell it too.
Driver 3:It's Fred's aftershave.
Driver 4:Bollocks !
Driver 3:So that's what it is.
Driver 4:It's that bleeder over there.
Driver 1:He shouldn't be allowed in here.
Driver 3:They let Fred in.
Driver 4:Can you give me a break.
Driver 3:Which leg do you want me to drive over.
Driver 4:Ha, bleeding ha.
Driver 2:It's a shame really.
Driver 3:You're joking , they bring it on themselves.
Driver 4:He's right there, he could at least tidy himself
up.
The drivers look at him.
Driver 2:The poor bastard.
Driver 3:The idle bastard more like.
Driver 4:What he needs is a bath.
Driver 1:And a shave.
Driver 3:Don't give him any of Fred's aftershave for
God's sake.
Driver 4:I think I'll go and let the tires down on your
lorry.
Driver 4 gets up and walks away.
Driver 3:I better follow him, he did it the other week.
Driver 3 gets up and chases after driver 4, the other two
laugh. Driver2
stops at the tramps table and puts a quid on it before
leaving.Driver 3
comes back in.
Driver 3:Ken, can I use your phone , Fred's gone and let
my tyre's down.
The tramp smiles when he hears this, the driver sees him
so he picks up
the quid off the table.
Driver 3:George is always giving you money, well I need
it more than you
The tramp gets up to protest.
Driver 3:What you going to do , fight me ?
Cafe man:Give him back his money.
Driver 3:Why should I ?
The cafe man glares.So the driver throws it out of the cafe the tramp
follows the money out. The cafe dims behind the tramp as
he picks up the
money.
Tramp:I have to put up with that from shits like him,
people think they
can bully me
just because I'm down on my luck. The cafe man is a
good un, he
lets me have the leftovers, and he only charges 50p.
He's so much better than smartarses like
the driver.
The tramp shuffles on stopping to spit twice, then coming
to the bench he
sits down.
Tramp:People don't care about us, they rush by when they
see us or turn
the other way
.
A man in a business suit stops by the bench to do up his
shoe lace, the
tramp gets up and shuffles over hoping to get something.
The tramp stands
behind the business man. As the man does up his shoe the
tramp mimics him
The tramp has to stop suddenly when the man finishes.
Then he half raises
his hand to beg for money, the business man dusts himself
off before giv-
ing a look of disgust then looks at his Rolex before
going away. The tramp
then raises his hand fully in a V sign. Meanwhile the
business man has
stept into some dog mess. The business man cries
"Shit oh , Shit ".
The business man hobbles off shaking his foot.The tramp
sits down again.
Tramp:Serves the bastard right, wouldn't even give me a
few bob. He's
the kind that
think I make œ30 a day begging. œ30 my arse, more
like œ3. And
that'll only buy one meal, the prices thay charge in
town, its
robbery. And I've been robbed too. Some junkie stole
my savings
when I was in a hostel, the bastard. So I didn't have
the price for
a bedsit then I ended up like this.
The tramp wheezes then spits.
Tramp:This weather is bad for me, I cann't stand the cold.
I used to be
a gardener in
a heated glasshouse.
He smile as he remembers his better days, he gets up as
if in a dream he
walks around his imaginary greenhouse.
Tramp:Hello tulips, hello sweet pea, hello roses, hello
cabbage you're
looking a
little dry, shall I give you some water ?
He picks up an imaginary watering can and waters here and
there, he is
smiling.
Tramp:Yes I love you, my friends so nice and colourful
and sweet smelling
I was sweet
smelling then too.
His face changes now he realises his hands are holding a
watering can that
is no more, nor ever more shall be. He drops his hand,
with one he rubs
his eyes, but tears don't come, he is past tears. He
brings out his rag
with the other hand, he blows his nose hard. There is a
large hole in
the rag.
Tramp:It's no use thinking of the past , I'm here now.
Slowly he goes back to his bench then sits down at one
end. A couple come
by and sit at the other end, eying the tramp with unease.
Boy :But we should buy a car.
Girl:No, that money is for a house.
Boy :But if I get a car I can get a better job and that
means more money
for a bigger
house and for carpets and things.
Girl:But what if I'm pregnant ?
Boy :But you said you were on the pill.
The boy is shocked and indignant.
Girl:It takes two you know, why didn't you do something
about it.
Boy :But its up to the girl.
Girl:Typical. Sometimes I think you men still live in the
Stone Age. You
would soon
change your tune if you had babies. If you got morning
sickness and
put on a few stones.
Boy :Don't be daft.
Girl:It's you who's daft, you just don't care, you're
only interested in
yourself. That
tramp cares more for me than you do.
The girl points at the tramp then runs off crying, the
boy chases after
her, with cries of "I'm sorry, we won't buy a car
with your mother's
money " and "Are you pregnant , go on tell me
" echoing till they
disappear.
Tramp:Kid's they're barely out of nappies and now his
girl is up the spout
The tramp picks his nose then flicks it.
Tramp:That was a good bogey, where's my handkerchief.
He finds his rag then daps his nose.
Tramp:In a way life is like this hanky - all crumpled and
full of snot.
He laughs at his own joke before changing his position on
the bench and
continuing, looking at his rag as he speaks.
Tramp:Life is full of corners and disasters, its never as
you plan. You
survive the
crumples and think your clever, then wham you end up in
the snot.
He takes aim then throws his rag in the bin
Tramp:I might find another one tomorrow, that one was good, I had it
four months.
It dropped out of a gents pocket, I picked it up and
held it out
so he could take it back, he just walked away. So I
kept it.
There was some lipstick on the corner of it but I didn't
mind, I used
to image what type of girl it came from. Fat, thin,
ugly or nice,
his wife, his mistress or perhaps his mother. Then
I used to
image them kissing me, only it faded away after a month
or so.
The couple reappear still arguing before exiting again.
Tramp:I wish I had their problems, they don't know how
lucky they are.Its
nice to be
close, to have family, friends and "lovers". I used to
be a family
man, but that was before. I used to be quite a looker
in my youth.
People said I could have been a film star
with my
looks, a
Clark Gable or a Sean Connery or even a Harrison Ford.
The tramp brushes back his hair and dabs his eyebrows.
Then he jumps up
and confronts the audience.
Tramp:I was ! The girls all chased me, I was known as a
fancy dresser,
heads turned
when I entered a room, women used to throw themselves
at me. I used
to jive real good too. The twist was my speciality.
The tramp does a few steps then stiffens up before
heading back to his
bench.
Tramp:Yes that was before.
He looks into space a small smile on his face.
Tramp:That was when I was young, when I was loved, when
people knew my
name, when
people were pleased to know me. And now ?
He jumps up off his bench and takes a few steps towards
the audience.
Tramp:Do you know my name, well do you ?
He looks accusingly at the audience, he gives piercing
looks at them,
making them each feel unfortable.Then he moves back to
his bench and sits.
Tramp:No of course you don't, you only came in to shelter
from the rain.
Why should
you want to know me. An untidy smelly
man, a walking
scarecrow,
even dogs won't lick my hand - so why
should any of you
want to shake
it. People used to rush to greet me, "I've ordered
you a
pint" they'd say. And "Have a cigar ", yes I was somebody
once - people knew my name. That was before,
all it took was a bit
of bad luck,
then another bit , till I kept on sliding down the
snake of life,
only in life you cann't role a six to get a ladder
back up again.
There's nobody there to help you once you are in the
pit. I used
to have nice things like you.
He gets up again and stands toe to toe with the
audience.He eyes them and
speaks with sarcasm.
Tramp:Nice watch you've got there. A nice dress, an
expensive pair of
jeans, a
lovly pair of shoes - real leather no doubt. A nice top
too, I can
see your belly buttom it dips so low. I bet your bra
cost more
than everything I've got, or "Sir's" tie cost more. Is
Paisley back
in fashion ? Well I've got one too !
He rummages in his pocket and brings out a moth eaten
Paisley tie then
with a flourish he puts it on.
Tramp:There, I'm as good as you. I bet I could even steal
your girl too!
The tramp puts his best "come to bed " look on
and leers at one woman.
He is crestfallen again and goes back to his bench.He
plays with the tie.
Tramp:What's that smell ? Its coming from the tie.
He sniffs the tie then licks it, it is jam on it.
Tramp:It's only jam. But if its jam, then there most be
something else
He searches the pocket where the tie was then pulls out a
piece of toast
with jam on. then with realish he eats it.He glares back
at the
audience. He turns his back on them as he eats.
Tramp:I know what you're thinking, well you cann't have
any, you didn't
say how much you liked my tie so sod off
I'm having it all. Besides
there's
barely enough for me.
He uses the tie as a serviette to wipe his mouth then
rearranges his tie.
Tramp:I used to go to restaurants quite regular, and I
don't mean curry
houses either.
I used to go with my wife and the kids. You didn't
think I had
any did you ? Well I did.
He coughs then spits over the back of the bench.
Tramp:We were a happy family, we even went to church
quite often. How
many of you
do that ? You only go for a few months so you can have
your
"white weddings", but you slip up even then and the bride is
in the club
when she has her "white wedding".
He gets up and pushes his stomach out as he waddles up
the imaginary isle
hands on stomach, and humming the wedding march. Then he
sits down again
Tramp:Then after the "white wedding", its
"piss off" preacher and you go
back to being
"Stars on Sunday" christians. When you get old and
wringled
though you start paying into your "insurance policy" and
the vicar
sees you for the first time in 30 years , save for the
odd
christening or two.
He waves his finger accusingly at them.
Tramp:I even took the mother in law to the restaurant
with us, twice a
month we'd go.
It was a real family occasion. We had lots to eat
and drink
aand had lots of laughs.
He shakes his head with longing for the happy days.
Tramp:Now my mother in law won't even recognise me, and
if she did she'd
cross the
street to avoid me. And so do you ! Think I'm too stupid
to notice
don't you.
He points accusingly at the audience.
Tramp:I see you crossing the street, afraid to be near me
, think I'm a
leper or I've
got this Aids cold or something. Perhaps I have.
He coughs and spit violently again, then has a fit of
coughing with spit
hanging from his mouth. He daps his mouth with his tie.
Tramp:Hey you sexy, showing your belly button do you
fancy me now ?
He wheezes again, puts his head between his legs and
coughs. He sits
upright again.
Tramp:Well your boyfriend will be just like me, give it
time, say 50 yrs
You'll all be
like me, so don't mock me. It's living the way I do
that speeds
things up. Look at me and you'll see
yourself, you'll
all all get
old, get shabby. You look fine now with your hairdoes
and fine
clothes, your gold watches and designer jeans. But what
about the
future. What goes up must come go down. Anyone of you
could be like
me.
He gets up and stands close to the audience.
Tramp:I could be your father, your uncle, your brother,
your husband,
your lover,
how do you treat me if I was ? Would you still cross
the road to
avoid me, or would you help me ? You disown me, treat
me like a
convict, worse even. I'm a nobody, you don't want to
see me, you
wish I was invisible, you want me to crawl back into
the cracks in
the pavement, then you avoid stepping on the cracks,
as if I'm dog
shit. I did the same myself when I was like you, but
now I'm in
the snot I wish I didn't. You think I'm a beggar or a
thief, ok I
don't refuse anything but what's wrong
with that ? I
need every
scrap that comes my way. As for being a thief I wish I
was at least
I'd have a steady roof over my head and regular meals,
I heard
prison was good nowdays. You know more about that than me,
one or two of
you look quite shifty, you probably stole those nice
things you've
got, how can younsters like you afford such things.
He starts to cough again then sits down again, still
wheezing. A young
man walks by and puts some money in the tramps hand then disappears. The
tramp finishes wheezing and watches the man go away.
Tramp:He's a good lad, he always gives me a quid, turns
up from nowhere
then
disappears again. I wish there were more like him. Instead
of those
toffee nosed people in furs who leave churches in their big
cars and give
me looks of disgust, I wonder how much
they give to
their priests.
I think those Indian lot are good. I once got lost
and ended up
in an Indian area, so I had a look inside their temple
it was
different from a church, there was no crucifix for starters.
Whole
families were there and it wasn't even a Sunday. They gave me
lots of sweet
tea and a big meal, they were very generous, I did-
n't have the
heart to tell them I didn't really like curry, so I
only had the
three portions. Now that's how I should be treated.
He sits still for a while, then a woman approaches, she
is dressed for
her job - prostitute. He has another fit of coughing now.
Pro :Hello, how
are you love ?Looking after yourself are you.I'm really
buggered
myself, I had a customer who must have weighed 17 stones.
He nearly
killed me, "men on top" was all he said, he didn't want
to talk or
anything. Just get his money's worth then he left, I'm
sure he's
broken one of the legs on the bed. I've already got a tin
of beans
holding up one corner. Talking of beans, he farted all
the time we
were at it - it must have been a nervous reaction, I'd
say it was
his first time - that's with a professional that is.
Tramp:I'm fine thanks for asking.
Pro :I've been rushed
off my feet lately,I think it must be the holidays
there's a lot
more trade about. As they say though - make hay while
the sun
shines. Well I cann't stay here all evening I've got work
to do, I'm
trying to make enough for my holidays. Well bye then.
She walks away, then comes back and takes a fiver from inside her bra
and puts it in the tramps hand.Then she kisses him on the
cheek.
Pro :You always
bring me luck, bye then.
Tramp:Thanks.
He watches her walk away , then looks at the money in his
hand.
Tramp:How many of you young uns would give me a fiver ?
He holds his hand aloft. Then brings his hand down in one
motion to give
the audience a V sign.
Tramp:None of you. She gave me this, her.
He gestures after her.
Tramp:She's a nice girl. You'd call her a tart, a slag, a
prostitute or
a whore. Or a
woman of easy virtue if you want to be sarcastic, a
Noleen No
Knickers. Well I'd call her a friend, a help, a kind
soul -
somebody who CARES. She may not look much, but you cann't
tell by looks.
She's not got a nice hairdo, her makeup is smudged
her stockings
are laddered, so would yours be if you took them off
up to ten
times a night if trade is good.
He looks at the audience scanning their faces.
Tramp:How can she do it you say, well so would you if you
had to. What
else can she
do, let her children starve ? Yes, she has children
I've seen her
in the park with them when she's not working, they
are happy
kids so full of life. I don't even remember what mine
look like,
but they wouldn't want to know me now. I only hit them
a few times,
not even hard, but that was too much for their mother
So I ended up
on the street, I only hit them because I was at home
all the time
after I lost my job. You'd have done the same.
He scans the audience again.
Tramp:Think you wouldn't don't you ? You think it serves
me right the way
I am now, its
what a child beater deserves. It's good enough for
a wife beater
too, I only hit her the once to stop her nagging,she
kept on
nagging "get a job, get a job", only you're on the scrap-
heap when
you're 45 nowadays. Yes I know I look much older but you
live the way
I do then you'd soon look older. I've got no wrinkle
cream nor
hand cream, no lotions and potions,no skin care products
nor face
massage machines. I've got no built in wardrobe to hang
all my
changes of clothes on. My wardrobe is my back, or a wire
hanger hanging
on a street sign if I'm lucky.
He looks at the fiver in his hand again.
Tramp:She's a good girl, she always has something for me. She must be
a very good
girl to afford this.
He flourishes the fiver and laughs like a drain.
Tramp:She isn't all bad, she's only doing what any mother
would do for
her
children's sake. Sure she has swallowed her pride but its food
you live on ,
not pride. What use is your pride you cann't eat it.
At least
she's doing something, she loves her children so she does
her best for
them in the only "situation Vacant" there is for the
likes of her.
Talk and having morals are of no use if your kids
don't eat,
don't have any toys to play with.
There is a flash of lightning and a rumble of distant
thunder, it makes
the tramp jump.
Tramp:I better find my bed for the night.
The tramp gets up and makes a few circuits of the stage
before stopping by
the bank.In the doorway are a courting couple.
Tramp:I've slept in that doorway many a night, no girl to
keep my spirits
up either.
He laughs like a drain again.
Tramp:The step is cold but the heat from the central
heating inside does
keep you warm.
Those kids don't need it though, they look hot
enough
already, they'll get arrested if they carry on so.
He laughs like a drain again, then has another coughing
fit, he spits
then wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
Tramp:I think I'll go home then before this rain starts.
There is another flash and a distant rumble, he makes a
few circuits of
the stage talking as he shuffles along.
Tramp:I sleep in the hostels when I have the money, but I
don't like them
the wardens
ask too many questions. They are nosey,wanting to know
all your
business, to know your past, all I want to do is forget
the past.
I've found a few good spots in my time,
once I got into
one of the
office blocks. On the ground floor by the lifts I found
boxes of
paper, it said it was computer paper, all I know was it
made a good
bed, I used the doormat as a blanket. I was soon fast
asleep, but
in the middle of the night one of the computer workers
came looking
for his paper and he found me. The bastard threw me
out, so I
hate computers too - he did give me a quid for some chips
though. But
he's still a bastard !
The tramp stops walking he is now by the phonebox and the
signpost,clubs
and theatres are indicated on it. There is another tramp
busking, a few
people are listening, they are dressed for a night out.
Tramp:He's good, he makes a few quid, HE can afford the
hostels all the
time. He
hasn't got his begging bowl out yet. I better help him
The tramp gets out a carrier bag from his pocket and
starts collecting
from the people around the busker.
Tramp:Keep playing I'll collect for you.
The tramp then approaches the audience and begs from them.
Tramp:Come on cough up you lot, you don't think they let
you sit in here
out of the
rain for nothing do you ? Come on you skinflints, you're
as tight as a
rocking horse's arse.
The tramp then shames the audience into giving a few
pennies.(NOTE:You
may have to hand out pennies before the show starts, or
warn the crowd)
Tramp:You lot are really mean.
The tramp then heads back towards the busker, he takes
the majority of
the money out of the bag and puts it in his own pocket,
then drops the
rest in the bag at the buskers feet. Then he walks away,
we hear the
busker play Streets of London. The busker is dimmed into
darkness with
his "crowd" applauding.
Tramp:I did the hard work
the collecting so I get the most, besides he
can afford it.
You lot think us tramps are all like him, showing
"enterprize", if only it were true.
He makes a few more circuits of the stage talking as he does so.
Tramp:I'll go home now, before I get hungry or else I won't sleep. I've
got a nice
spot in an old warehouse. I've been there for six months
it's not much
but it's home. I won't have it for long though, the
council's
going to knock it to build a center for the blind crippled
black lesbian
friends of the earth, or something as stupid. I may
write to them
and complain, tell them I'm an endangered species
a unique
example of inner city man. They wouldn't listen so I'll
not bother,what
do you expect from a bunch of freeloaders, a bunch
of fat arse
egotistic boastful boozers.
The tramp has another fit of coughing.
Tramp:I wish this cold would go, it'll be the death of me.
Perhaps I'll
be ok after a
nights rest.
The tramp goes to the back of the stage and the lights
dim on him, after
a few seconds we hear
morning birdsong and sounds of demolition. A man
wearing a safety helmet appears at the back of the stage,
as he walks to
center stage a stretcher bearing the body of the tramp
appears.
Worker:Nobody told us he was in there, we were just
loading the rubble
into the
dumper trucks when we found his body. He stinks like hell
he must have
been dead a few days.
The stretcher is place center stage, the tramps body had
a gash on the
head, in his hand he is clutching the prostitute's fiver.
The lights dim, echos of Streets of London, the spot
picks out the face
of the tramp as it dims and fades.
The
End of Stage Version Of Tramps by Michael Casey
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael%20Casey/e/B00571G0YC
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