Mickey (tough, scary)      Wouldn’t I?!

She looks in his eyes and realises that he would. She hands him the bottle of pills. He reads the label.

… Who is Doctor Yang?

Judy      … A Chinaman.

Mickey      I could have guessed that. Is he in London?

Judy      He brought his lovely Mrs Yang to the show last night and I asked him for a small favour, and he dropped them off later. I know what I’m doing, they’re mild.

Mickey      No, they’re not.

Judy      And what would you know? You get high on aspirin.

Mickey      I know plenty … I’m keeping these.

Judy      The hell you are.

They begin a physical struggle as she tries to get the pills back. The tussle becomes an evocative mix of physical battle and sexual foreplay. Half a fight over the pills, half an erotic manhandling of each other. She fails to get hold of the pills, even though she got hold of almost everything else. The door opens. Anthony enters, carrying a pile of dirty bed sheets, which he dumps just inside the door. He watches the erotic struggle for a moment.

Anthony      … Is this a bad time?

Judy      removes herself from the fight.

Judy      Anthony, get my pills back for me. Mickey has stolen them.

Anthony      Pills?

Mickey      She was about to take Ritalin.

Anthony      I don’t understand, you were doing so well.

Judy      They’re nothing. They’re mild. What is the matter with you people? (Spotting the pile of bed sheets.) And what the hell are those bed sheets doing back here?

Anthony      They were outside the door.

Judy      Put them back out, They’ve not been cleaned.

Anthony      They won’t take them. I’ve already asked.

Mickey      Why?

Anthony      Because of the unpaid bills. They’re not doing our laundry anymore.

Mickey      Christ. Judy, you have to pay them.

Judy      The hell I do.

Mickey      Let me at least give them something, just to get them off our back.

Judy      I don’t have anything. How much are we getting for the radio interview?

Mickey      That’s minimal, a small fee.

Judy      Will it cover my bed sheets?

Mickey      Of course it will, but –

Judy      So send them to the Ying Yang Laundry! Screw Crosby and his hotel Nazis.

Anthony      Look – I’ll pay for the laundry and I’ll take care of the Ritalin. Okay? I think that’s the best thing.

Mickey      No, I think it’s the best thing that I keep them. She’ll only talk you into giving them back.

Anthony      I won’t let her.

Mickey      I’m not taking that chance.

Anthony      Well, then hide them or bin them or –

Judy      Oh, just give me the pills! You guys are so naive. You think I can’t get tablets any time I want? Day or night? I’ve got address books filled with chink quacks and dyke doctors who’ll fall over themselves to help me out. I’ve been stepping around guys like you for years. (To Mickey.) Sid was just like you – got very fidgety. He didn’t like the pills. But at least he wasn’t a hypocrite.