"LITTLE MISSY" SPONGE CAKE



"...We're together, the same, ...and different ...
and.... ...We're together, ....the same, ...and different...

...but ...with ....'Little Missy' Sponge Cake...!!!..."

"...Cheese..?"
"...umm.... yes, ..Cheese!"
"....Dogs..?"
"...ummm....yes, ..Dogs!"
"...We lost a lot of money out of...."
"...[finger snap!] You mean...?"
"...Yeah! ...I hate that dog!!"



There is a knock at the door. He turns the TV down.

A policewoman has arrived to interview the occupant over the recent killing - in suspicious circumstances - of his flatmate, probably murdered.
They stand, formally, in the middle of the room. ...It's intense...

[she launches right in...]
"...So, you're at Art school? Ever find you need ...a little something? You know, your 'art' needs a little ...something so ..you have a little ...'something'? Say, a little ...powder?..."
"...Yeah ...well... ...t-reating the disciples ...to a little ...somethin' ...ain't exactly a crime for me..." [he refrains from adding "..if you get my d-rift..."]
"...Uh huh. ...And how does it affect you?"
"...I always have a big meal at the top of the 7th..."
"...Really... [not following... ] ...So. ...Last night?...."
[blurting] "...Yep! ...hey, see if I don't, then! ...care... well ...my skin ...goes ...all ...all .....uummm..." [trailing off... he yawns, cricking his neck...]

"...Yes..? ...All?"
[he seems unsure, glances over, and lets it slide...]
"...well ...anyway..." [he looks refreshed, as though it is the beginning of the interview again...}
"well anyway!?..." [she feels like cricking her own neck , ....but, picks up the thread...] "...Did ..You ..Go out last night?"
"...Yeah...sure ...we went ...old... ...I mean, ...out..."
"...Rrriight...[longish pause] Can you tell me ...where?"

"...What...?"
"...Where, ...exactly ...That you went? ...Last night?"
"...Oh ..yeah ...sure ...umm.. .We ...Went ...to a show??..." [he makes it sound as unconvincing as possible]

"...OK ..Good.." [taking notes. She knows where he went, in any case...] "...aaand .so.... ...Where did you buy the tickets?..."

[he looks up, like this is a big clue...]
"...... Are you saying ....Do you think ......that ...could be it?..." [it just got more interesting ...]

[still writing] "...uh, ..Now ...Here's what I want you to do.. are you listening?... [glancing 'round] ..Do you have a phone? ...OK. ...Give your ..girlfriend ..a call. ... ask her out ..somewhere.. [looking at him] ...Nicely, do you understand?...I want you to go out... Its important...so I don't want to hear that she just broke up with you ....alright..?? "

"Yea-ahhh. No sweat. Hey, I'll sweet talk 'er. Just for you.."
"I see. ...should I be keeping notes...?"
"Don't bother....I'll give you some pointers..."
"U!...The phone? Just stay focussed..."

[he picks up the phone and dials...]

"...Where ..are we going?.." [...he hangs up quickly ...thenjusat redials ...slower...] "...if ..you get my d-rift...and then there's the fact that my apartment ...is full of cops.!!...No offence... I mean, ...but, you know... "

The policewoman looks up, slowly, her gaze trails ..just behind.
She responds, mysteriously.