Today they’re shooting Caliban. They’ll do the closeups of his speeches, add the far shots later. This is the first day Leggs has been in full costume: the scaly Godzilla headgear, its eyes and teeth obliterated, its edges altered to hang in tatters around his face; his face itself mudded with makeup; lizard-skin patterns on his legs, temporary tattoos of spiders and scorpions covering his arms. It’s no worse than some other Caliban outfits Felix has seen, and better than some.

‘Ready?’ says Felix.

‘Yeah,’ says Leggs. ‘Um, we added something. Anne-Marie helped us with it.’

Felix turns to Anne-Marie. ‘Is this any good? We can’t fool around, we’re running out of time, we need to get on with it.’ He did encourage them to write their own extra material, so he’s not entitled to be grumpy.

‘Three and a half minutes,’ she says. ‘I timed it. And yes, it’s terrific! Would I lie to you?’

‘I won’t answer that,’ says Felix.

‘Take One,’ says TimEEz. ‘Hag-Seed. By Caliban and the Hag-Seeds. First there’s an Announcer bit, we can shoot that later. “Here comes Caliban, From his prison in a stone, Kept in slavery, Made to groan, But come what may, He got to have his own say!” Like that.’

Felix nods. ‘Fine,’ he says.

‘Don’t forget to breathe,’ Anne-Marie says to Leggs. ‘From the diaphragm. Remember what I said about anger. It’s like fuel – find it, use it! This is your chance to roar! Take off like a rocket! One, two, go!’

Leggs rears up, crouches, shakes a fist. TimEEz, PPod, VaMoose, and Red Coyote stand off to the side, clapping out the beat, adding a soft Uh-oh, Uh-oh in syncopation, while Leggs does his chant, his rant.

My name’s Caliban, got scales and long nails,

I smell like a fish and not like a man –

But my other name’s Hag-Seed, or that’s what he call me;

He call me a lotta names, he play me a lotta games:

He call me a poison, a filth, a slave,

He prison me up to make me behave,

But I’m Hag-Seed!

My mom’s name was Sycorax, they call her a witch,

A blue-eyed hag and real bad bitch;

My daddy was the devil, or that’s their story,

So I’m two times evil and I ain’t never sorry,

’Cause I’m Hag-Seed!

They dump her on an island, ’cause she was up the spout,

They leave her there to croak, wasn’t no joke,

I get born, she gets dead, so the island is my land,

This place was my kingdom! And I was the king!

I was the king of everything:

King Hag-Seed!

Then along come Prospero, his little baby bitch,

He think he something ’cause he once was rich;

At first it was good,

I showed him all the food,

He made me a pet, now this is what I get,