BRADSHAW. I’m going to the papers, / I’m going to the BBC, my MP, I’m going to tell them, because this is, a man stands up, a man has to stand up, someone has to stop this because is this normal? Because it makes me feel like we’re, the world is mentally ill, oi, I’m talking – I’M TALKING don’t and – financial! Did you think I’d? Stuff your bloody cheque, keep it, you’ll need it cos I’m going to put you on the streets, d’you hear me, I’m going to put you on the bloody streets! Oh, for –

AIDAN. We are the victims here. We have gone out of our way to take care of you, even in the knowledge that should this go to court you haven’t got a chance in hell, we have considered your feelings, we have offered you financial, very generous financial restoration, for what? For your moral outrage? To compensate you for your failing to educate your child how / not to be an exhibitionist little tramp?

MR BRADSHAW fumbles for his bag, knocks over his water.

BRADSHAW. I’m going now.

AIDAN. Don’t forget your plastic bag.

BRADSHAW. This is not finished.

AIDAN. Charlotte, show Mr Bradshaw out.

CHARLOTTE starts to guide MR BRADSHAW to the door.

CHARLOTTE. This way, Mr Bradshaw. That’s it.

BRADSHAW. I am not finished.

AIDAN. I am. Goodbye.

AIDAN sits down at his desk, busies himself with papers. Does not look up.

BRADSHAW. You’ll hear from my solicitor.

AIDAN. Looking forward to it, goodbye.

BRADSHAW. Don’t – dismissing me, I won’t be, / dismissed –

AIDAN. I said goodbye.

BRADSHAW. You can’t throw me out.

AIDAN. I’m not. I mean I could, but I’m not.

AIDAN finds the cheque on his desk, casually tears it up.

BRADSHAW. I know what you’re doing. I know what this is.

MR BRADSHAW shakes CHARLOTTE off.

AIDAN. This is nothing. This is simply the end of our meeting, and I have a busy morning ahead. If you want a car, we’ll call you a car –

BRADSHAW. I don’t want a car, I want –

AIDAN. Or the bus stop’s over the road. Outside the chip shop, Charlotte will show you. Charlotte, show Mr Bradshaw to the chip shop. Don’t let him go in though! He’s got angina.

CHARLOTTE tries to guide him out again, he shakes her off roughly.

BRADSHAW. Wait.

Wait.

,

Forty.

CHARLOTTE. No.

AIDAN looks up. Laughs.

BRADSHAW. I won’t beg, forty.

AIDAN. I’m offering you twenty-five.

BRADSHAW. Forty thousand pounds.

CHARLOTTE. Mr Bradshaw, please.

AIDAN. I’m offering you twenty-five.

BRADSHAW. Fifty.

AIDAN. I don’t think you understand how this works.

BRADSHAW. Okay, forty.

AIDAN. Twenty.

BRADSHAW. You said twenty-five.

AIDAN. Fine.

BRADSHAW. You tore up the cheque.

AIDAN. We’ll issue a new one. We’ll post it today.

BRADSHAW. I can’t trust that.