ANDY: I’m going to ask you a question Jessica,

And you must be very careful how you answer it. /

JESSICA: Okay / but—

ANDY: Don’t say anything further until I’m finished.

Jessica, if Simon has ever told you anything,

Anything at all,

That makes you doubt his identity

I will have no choice but to breach him.

That is my job.

And just so you know,

If I breach him he stands to serve all that is left of his sentence behind bars.

Now I imagine that if Simon has kept to the rules of his parole,

And not told anyone anything,

Then in fact you probably think what I’m saying is very strange.

Very strange indeed,

In fact

You probably think any talk of a parole or whatever,

Is me talking about the wrong client.

So

If you know anything other than—

Well of course you are obliged to tell me.

Silence.

JESSICA: So…

If Simon told me anything

He knew he’d have to go to prison.

And not see me again.

ANDY: Yes!

JESSICA: So by telling me he—

ANDY: If!

JESSICA: If he told me he would know that he was giving me something he wasn’t allowed to?

ANDY: Yes!

No matter how much he might want to tell you everything

He knows the risk.

If he told you.

JESSICA nods and exits.

SCENE EIGHT

CAMILLE and LACHLAN.

Sitting on bench, not facing each other.

CAMILLE: When I was ten,

My dad bought me the sweetest little kitten.

Bobo.

White and fluffy, and I loved her.

Or should have.

Birman pedigree indoor cat,

With her own little cosy bed, and little pink kitty tray.

Dad used to clean the litter,

All I had to do was give her some biscuits at breakfast,

And make sure all the doors were shut.

Keep her inside.

That’s it.

That’s all.

Only four weeks and three days old and

Just a ball of blood stained white fluff.

The driver kept saying, ‘I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry’.

But it wasn’t—

We had a funeral for her but I kept crying for weeks.

Dad’s telling the neighbours how sensitive I am,

How sweetly I loved Bobo.

But it wasn’t really an accident.

She scratched me and I—

I put her outside.

Out the front door.

Deliberately.

I was cross with her for hurting me.

It was all my fault.

Beat.

I tried to tell you—

I knew—

Knew that I couldn’t.

LACHLAN: A baby isn’t a cat!

CAMILLE: I’m telling you I can’t take care of him.

LACHLAN: Of course you can.

You’re just trying to justify

Your shoddy little affair.

This is not about Angus.

CAMILLE: Things before were so—

Balanced.

And now—

I keep failing

and you keep pretending.

I knew

I couldn’t do it.

And I told you the truth,

But—

I did try.

I tried Lachlan.

I have tried

So