CART DRIVER Bring out your dead!
LARGE MAN Here's one!
CART DRIVER Ninepence.
BODY I'm not dead!
CART DRIVER What?
LARGE MAN Nothing... There's your ninepence.
BODY I'm not dead!
CART DRIVER 'Ere. He says he's not dead.
LARGE MAN Yes he is.
BODY I'm not!
CART DRIVER He isn't.
LARGE MAN He will be soon. He's very ill.
BODY I'm getting better!
LARGE MAN You're not. You'll be stone dead in a few minutes.
CART DRIVER I can't take him like this. It's against regulations.
BODY I don't want to go on the cart.
LARGE MAN Don't be such a baby.
CART DRIVER I can't take him.
BODY I feel fine.
LARGE MAN Do me a favour.
CART DRIVER I can't.
LARGE MAN Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes. He won't be long.
CART DRIVER I promised I'd be at the Robinson's. They've lost nine today.
LARGE MAN When's your next round?
CART DRIVER Thursday.
BODY I think I'll go for a walk.
LARGE MAN You're not fooling anyone you know.
(to CART DRIVER) Isn't there anything you could do?
BODY (singing unrecognisably)
I feel happy... I feel happy.
The CART DRIVER looks at the LARGE MAN for a moment. Then they both do a quick furtive look up and down the street. The CART DRIVER very swiftly brings up a club and hits the OLD MAN. (Out of shot but the singing stops after a loud bonk noise.)