ORTON   My plays are about getting away with it. And the ones who get away with it are the guilty. It’s the innocent who get it in the neck. That all seems pretty true to life to me. Not a fantasy at all. I’ve got away with it so far. And I’m going to go on.

INT. DORCHESTER HOTEL CLOAKROOM. NIGHT. 1967.

A few guests from the dinner mill around. Outside the cloakroom Orton is handed his fur coat.

PEGGY   Can I drop you?

ORTON   Actually the twenty-four’s handier.

PEGGY   Why, where are you going?

ORTON   (giving her a kiss) Just going on somewhere.

EXT. GENTS’ LAVATORY, HOLLOWAY ROAD, NIGHT. 1967.

Orton is carrying the award in a plastic camera bag. He goes down the steps into the gents’ lav.

INT. GENTS’ LAVATORY, HOLLOWAY ROAD, NIGHT. 1967.

Standing on the steps, his head level with the top step, is an old man. As Orton goes by, the old man coughs, loudly. Orton goes along a short tiled passage into a dimly lit lav. One man is pissing in a stall. Orton stands in the next-but-one stall to him and takes out his cock. The man looks, then edges back slightly, showing his. Orton has put the bag with the Evening Standard award down by his feet. It is a statuette of an impassive bronze woman. Orton goes over to the bulb holder, removing the bulb. This leaves the gents’ lit only by light spilling in from the street. Figures can be seen in silhouette. Light sometimes falls on flesh or underwear. Orton goes up to the man and puts his hand down to his cock. The door of one of the cubicles opens and another man is there. He comes out, loosens Orton’s trousers and feels his bum. There is a cough. Everyone bags a stall as a youth in black leather comes in, pisses, then goes. By which time everybody is at it again. Another man comes in and watches what is going on. There are about seven or eight men in the toilet in all. Someone is sucking Orton’s cock. He comes. Zips up his fly. Does a farewell tour of the toilet. Goes down the cubicles to where one man is kneeling on the floor, his face pressed to the partition. On the other side of the partition another man is pressed up against the partition, his cock presumably through a hole in the partition in the other man’s mouth. As Orton looks at this spectacle, the man doing the sucking turns and looks mutely up at Orton. Orton goes.

INT. ORTON AND HALLIWELL’S FLAT. NIGHT. 1967.

Orton typing.

HALLIWELL   What did you say? Did you say anything?