She feels her forehead and then checks her fingers for blood.

Judy      Where is it?

Anthony      Just stay still for a second.

He wets a handkerchief with the antiseptic and attempts to dab it on the graze.

Mickey      How did you get the cut? Fall over in front of a bunch of photographers? Can we expect to see it in the papers tomorrow?

Judy      (to Anthony) Is there a way that we can get him to just leave?

Mickey      Answer the question! I need to know if I have to invent another story.

Judy      No, you don’t. I just tripped or something. Or some guy pushed me – I just forget. Who gives a damn, anyway. There were no photos, alright?

Mickey      Good. Because I’ve never seen you look so ugly!

She lunges at Mickey again, but Anthony holds her back.

Anthony      Mickey, would you shut up! That isn’t helping. Judy, please – just stay still.

She gets to her feet and approaches Mickey, confrontational.

Judy      (to Mickey) You bastard son of a bitch!

Anthony      He doesn’t mean any of it – you’ve just made him angry.

Judy      (still at Mickey) You homo!

Anthony      calmly goes over to her and takes her by the hand to lead her back to the sofa.

Anthony      No, dear, I’m the homo …

They sit again on the sofa.

… and we’ve been sat here worrying about you for hours.

Judy      You don’t need to worry – I can handle myself.

Anthony      Yes, that’s already apparent.

He continues to bathe the wound.

Judy      (to Anthony) You’re hurting me.

Anthony      I’m trying to stop it getting infected.

Judy (impatient)      Oh, just leave it.

Anthony      In a second.

Judy      I said – leave it! (She brushes Anthony away and stands up.) … I need a drink.

Mickey      No, you don’t. You’re not having anything.

Judy      Don’t you try and control me, Mickey. I make the decisions.

Mickey      We’ll see about that.

Judy      Yes – we will see.

Mickey      The last time you ran your own life, look what happened.

Judy      Take a look at your own life – you think you did so great?

Mickey      I hate it when you’re like this.

Judy      Like what? – Where’s my drink?

Mickey      You’re not getting a drink. I’ll order some coffee.

Judy      Screw the coffee!

She hunts around the room for the liquor bottles.

Where is it?

Mickey      It’s gone, so forget it.

Judy      Where’s the whisky?

Mickey      Start straightening yourself out – you’ve got a show tomorrow.

Judy (laughing at this suggestion)      Ha! – I’m not doing a show tomorrow.

Mickey      Yes you are.

Judy      Now you listen to me. I decide if and when I do shows. And I am not doing one tomorrow –

Mickey      Yes you are.

Judy      So you can get on the phone and start giving back the tickets.

Mickey      That’s not gonna happen.