CORAL: And do you get on with your husband when you’re on holidays?

WOMAN: Um… yes.

CORAL: I asked because we get so used to seeing them in the evenings for a few hours and then when we’re together for a fortnight, life can get a little fraught. What’s your name? I’m Coral.

WOMAN: Leonie.

CORAL: Oh, Leonie, isn’t it hard making contact with other people in this kind of place? Everyone’s enjoying themselves but, I don’t know, I feel it’s a bit forced, do you feel that? Are you really enjoying yourself? Or are you only pretending? To please your husband, perhaps?

WOMAN: [almost in tears] Why are you staring like that?

CORAL: If there were someone here who was in trouble would anyone know, would anyone take the trouble to find out, to try and help?

WOMAN: I’m not in any trouble.

CORAL: I’d like to be able to help someone if they were in some trouble. I mustn’t go on ignoring people. Apparently I do. I’ve become very withdrawn. But I’m much better now. That’s all over with, that part of my life is finished. I’ve learnt to start all over again. You have to in the end.

WOMAN: Please let me go.

CORAL: Do you have any children, Leonie?

WOMAN: No.

CORAL: Oh. Oh, well.

WOMAN: Two boys. Let me go, please, I want to go.

CORAL: Are they here with you?

WOMAN: They’ve gone away with some mates.

CORAL: Good. That’s a good idea. Don’t hang onto them.

WOMAN: Where’s your husband? Does he know where you are?

CORAL: He was having a shower. I got dressed and slipped out.

WOMAN: Why don’t you sit down over there? Wait for him. Over there.

CORAL: Oh, he’ll be hours. Let my buy you a drink. We’ll sit together and natter.

WOMAN: I can’t.

CORAL: Where are you from, Leonie?

WOMAN: If you don’t let me go I’ll call for help.

CORAL: You are in trouble.

They struggle.

WOMAN: [crying] I’m not. I want to go in. I’m hungry. Let me go.

CORAL: Leonie, please. It’s all right, calm down.

WOMAN: [calling] Frank! Frank! Help me. Please!

CORAL: What do you want to drink?

WOMAN: I want to go.

CORAL: I can see something’s wrong.

The WOMAN wrenches herself free. She retreats, sobbing.

WOMAN: My husband has been sleeping with a twenty-year-old girl. I know where she lives. I want to kill her. I’m going to have my dinner now. With my husband. Don’t speak to me again. I am going to have my dinner.

She goes. A young man, RICK, has seen all this. CORAL stalks about unhappily for a moment then notices him.

RICK: I’m looking for my wife.

Pause. CORAL stares at him.

That woman seemed a bit upset.

Pause.