The voices become indistinct offstage as SIMMONDS systematically humiliates her. FIONA looks at KENNY and the other two men and follows SIMMONDS and KATE offstage, hoping, presumably to aid her sister.

REMOVALIST: [to ROSS] What goes next?

ROSS: [to KENNY] What goes next?

KENNY: [sharply] How in the hell would I know, you great berk?

ROSS: [hurt, angry] I was only asking.

Pause.

REMOVALIST: [insistently] What goes next?

ROSS: I’ll… er… go outside and ask.

ROSS leaves.

KENNY: Do us a favour, will you?

REMOVALIST: Me business is shiftin’ furniture, mate. Not doin’ favours.

KENNY: Just do us one small favour.

REMOVALIST: What?

KENNY: Ring the cops.

REMOVALIST: [indicating offstage] They do happen to be the cops, you know.

KENNY: Ring Russell Street.

REMOVALIST: Why?

KENNY: That sergeant’s going to beat shit outa me. He’s as mad as a bloody snake.

REMOVALIST: What makes you think that?

KENNY: You saw the bastard. He’s off his nut.

REMOVALIST: You provoked him.

KENNY: [incredulous] Provoked him? I didn’t provoke him just then, did I?

REMOVALIST: I reckon she’s a bloody trollop too.

KENNY: Yeah, but you don’t go round screamin’ at her. Do you?

REMOVALIST: Yeah, but I’m not a cop.

KENNY: That’s not the bloody point.

REMOVALIST: [thinking] Yeah, well, what about you? You screamed at her before.

KENNY: [getting desperate] Yeah, but I had good cause.

REMOVALIST: Well, maybe he thinks he had good cause.

KENNY: Look, for Christ’s sake be a good bloke and ring Russell Street.

REMOVALIST: You must be mad. Do you think they’d come down and collar their own mates?

KENNY: All right, then. Will you ring some of my mates as well?

REMOVALIST: How many bloody phone calls do you want me to make?

KENNY: It won’t take you a minute.

REMOVALIST: [shaking his head] I can’t afford to get involved, mate. I’ve got ten thousand dollars worth of equipment tickin’ over out there in the drive.

KENNY: Jesus! It wouldn’t take much effort.

REMOVALIST: Sorry, mate. I’ve got a pretty simple philosophy. If there’s work I work, and if nobody interferes with me, then I don’t interfere with nobody.

KENNY: [agitated] For Christ’s sake—

REMOVALIST: I mind me own business if other people mind theirs, and that’s the way I play the game. Get me?

ROSS comes back inside. He has been abused by SIMMONDS and is irritated and angry.

[To ROSS] What else has got to go?

ROSS: [surly] I don’t know.

REMOVALIST: Didn’t you ask someone?

ROSS: [irritated] They’re still shouting at each other.

REMOVALIST: Look. I’ve got ten thousand dollars worth of machinery tickin’ over out there.

ROSS: [angrily] Shut up!

REMOVALIST: That’s all right about you. It’s my living, isn’t it?

ROSS: Shut up!

REMOVALIST: What? Am I supposed to sit here while your boss argues sin and damnation with the ladies?

ROSS: [sharply] Just shut up. [To KENNY] Look you. What else has got to go?

KENNY: [looking at him in amazement] How would I know?

ROSS: You’re her bloody husband.