Shoe Shop
Shoe Shop
Hugh Morning.
Stephen I beg your pardon?
Hugh I said good morning.
Stephen Good morning to you sir. (Calling) Mr Dalliard,
we have a gentleman in the shop. I have parried his
opening remark, and we are now having a pleasant
conversation. (To Hugh) Mr Dalliard will be joining
us as soon as is likely. Though of course, one says
good morning, does one not, Mr ... ?
Hugh Er. Pardoe.
Stephen One says good morning Mr Jowett, but if you
would be delicious enough to pop your head out of
the door (inexplicably impatient) conveniently situated
just over there for God's sake! - it's far from good. It
is very very win ... try.
Hugh Yes. Yes it is, isn't it?
Stephen Very win ...
Hugh ... try.
Stephen That's right. Certainly. So. From win ... triness
to you, young master Jowett. How may we serve?
Hugh Yes. I was after a pair of shoes.
Stephen Ah very well. I shall serve them first.
Hugh No, no. I meant I am looking for a pair of shoes.
Stephen To buy?
Hugh To buy.
Stephen Mr Dalliard. The gentleman wishes to buy a pair
of shoes. (Pause) Oh, what rotten decomposing luck.
Mr Dalliard tells me we have no shoes.
Hugh I must say, you've got very good hearing.
Stephen I beg your pardon?
Hugh I didn't hear your Mr Dalliard at all.
Stephen My Mr Dalliard?
Hugh Yes, the fellow you ...
Stephen Oh sir, I've confused you.
Hugh Have you?
Stephen Indeed, yes. I should make it clearer than a Waterford
bed-pan, that Mr Dalliard is most assuredly not my
Mr Dalliard. He's everybody's Mr Dalliard. A gift to
the nation, if you like. As much my Mr Dalliard as
your Mr Dalliard, or, dare I say it, and I think I dare,
Gary Lineker's Mr Dalliard.
Hugh Gary Lineker?
Stephen So it looks as if you've come to exactly the wrong
place. I should advise you to turn around, leave by
the door which is (angry again) still conveniently
situated just over there for God's sake! (Nice again)
Walk seventeen paces to your left and enter the shoe
shop you will find next to a branch of Finlay's the
tobacco people.
Hugh This isn't a shoe shop?
Stephen Good lord and lots else beside, no, Mr Jowett.
Hugh Well, wh ...
Stephen This is a place where people come to meet privately
and talk in an informal, intimate atmosphere with a
view to enjoying a massage and several rounds of
sexual intercourse.
Hugh What?
Stephen THIS IS A PLACE ...
Hugh You mean a brothel?
Stephen I dislike the word brothel, Mr Jowett. I prefer
to use the word brothels. Yes, this is a brothels.
Hugh But ... the shoes.
Stephen Shoes?
Hugh These - (indicating the large collection of shoes
around the place)
Stephen Those are my prostitutes, Mr Jowett.
Hugh Prostitutes. You mean people pay to have sex
with those?
Stephen Very much of course they pay, Colonel Jowett. I
am not a charitable organisation, much though the
evidence may point to my being reasonably tall.
Hugh Lots of people?
Stephen Ah. I fancy I detect a wrinkle of concern on your
otherwise smooth and toboggonable brow. Business
is not what it was, nor even what it is. It may not
even be what it will be. We shall see. If it is. If it
isn't, I may have to consider an early retirement.
Mr Dalliard, I'm drivelling!
Hugh Well, I mean really, having sex with shoes.
Stephen Sir?
Hugh It seems very ...
Stephen Very?
Hugh Very ...
Stephen Very?
Hugh Well, very ...
Stephen Well very?
Hugh Oh I don't know.
Stephen Yes it does, doesn't it? VERY oh I don't know.
Hugh I mean this ... (he picks up a large moccasin)
Stephen Fredericka is perhaps the most popular moccasin
in this brothels, Professor Jowett, and I don't care
who knows it.
Hugh (Feeling inside with his hand) Well I grant you that
the lining is very ...
Stephen Twenty pounds.
Hugh I'm sorry.
Stephen Master Anthony Jowett, you have just inserted your
hand right inside Fredericka's most intimate interior
partlets. You cannot be expected to do such things
gratis.
Hugh Yes but ...
Stephen Twenty pounds.
Hugh And that's all I get for twenty pounds is it. A feel?
Stephen No, no. If you would like to go into the copulatorium
thither you may take Fredericka and an escort of
your choice therein and sauce her to your heart's
con ...
Hugh ... tent, I see. Well, in that case, I suppose ...
(He reviews the selection of shoes and holds up a small
sandal)
Stephen (Shocked) Sir! It is more than my job's worth. If
you want that kind of thing, I suggest you go to
the Philippines.
Hugh Ah, right. Well, I'll take Fredericka and ... this
one. (He selects a Chelsea boot)
Stephen Very good, sir. Fredericka and Colin. Through
there. You have half an hour.
Hugh Er ... Colin?
Stephen I won't tell sir, discretion is my middle letter.
(Hugh exits. Stephen shouts off) Mr Dalliard, we
have a three way, see you at the peep-hole!