She grabs a pair of red shoes.

… I’ll wear the red ones.

She sits down and proceeds to put on the red shoes.

Mickey      Great idea. Click the heels together and you’ll get there even quicker …!

He laughs out loud, thoroughly amused by his own joke. She just glares at him, as though ready to kill him.

Judy      … Fuck-head!

He goes back to reading the paper.

… What time is it? (No answer.) Mickey! What time –

Mickey      Eleven.

Judy      … So when have we got to be there?

Mickey      They’re sending a car for twelve.

Judy      This radio guy, what’s he like?

Mickey      I don’t know – regular guy, what do you mean?

Judy      Is he famous here?

Mickey      I think he’s well known.

Judy      I mean – what’s he gonna do, piss on me, or kiss my ass?

Mickey      They don’t seem to go for either on the radio in England. They just seem to sail down the middle. Not offend anyone. It’s all just pleasant and cosy.

Judy      Sounds hideous.

Mickey      Hey – I set this up, remember. Me. I made a special effort, so I’d appreciate it if you’d –

Judy      Oh, stop it, stop it. You make one phone call and expect a round of applause.

Mickey      I don’t want applause, I just – Just appreciate that it’s not that easy.

Judy      To get on the radio? Have you listened to the people they put on the air here? … And tell them I won’t sing. They always ask me to sing something. A royal command performance for some grey old radio hack. I won’t do it. It pisses me off!

Mickey      Christ, what is your problem?

Judy      Don’t question me.

Mickey      If you want me to be your manager, then I need to know what’s going on in your head. I’ve got a reputation to think of too. I don’t want you sitting there, live on the BBC, suddenly flying off the handle.

Judy      And when have I ever done that? … On the radio? When?

Mickey      There’s always a first time.

Judy      I’m a professional. Down to the soles of my shitty brown shoes.

Mickey      There you go again.

Judy      I’m just nervous, damn it.

Mickey      Well, you have to get over that.

Judy      I have to get over a lot of things. You can either help me or sneer at me.

He sneers. He perhaps even dismissively peels himself a banana and takes a bite. In response, she goes over to the piano and takes out a very well-hidden bottle of pills. She gives them a shake loud enough for him to hear.

Mickey      What are those?

Judy      Grown-up candy.

Mickey      Judy –!

Judy      They’re just tablets, Mickey. I can take a couple of tablets.

He stands and approaches her.

Mickey      Not while I’m in charge. Give them to me.

Judy      No.

Mickey      Don’t make me take them by force.

Judy      You wouldn’t dare!