Well, the play now is about a teenage boy, Jason, who is forced to deal with the racist attitude of his older brother, Paul, when a black woman moves into their village.
The story is set in Northern Ireland, which has a slightly different racial mix to much of the United Kingdom.In a population of just under 1.7 million, only just over a thousand are black.The play contains some strong language.
The Greenhouse, by Dominique Maloney.
Birth is a messy business.All blood and violence.This is the sound of my own birth.At 16.But wait.Not yet.First, you need to know about secrets.Sure, everybody has secrets.That's how you know they're human.Mine's drawing.Well, that's not the secret.
The drawing itself.But how it makes me feel. That's private.That's mine.It has to be.Else it'll be picked apart.Thread by sinewy thread.
Jason, I was calling you, did you not hear me?
No, sorry.What are you up to?You know, just tinkering.
Well, shows it then.Paul, you wouldn't like it.I say it shows.Okay, but you asked me. What the hell's that supposed to be?It's an old woman.Those are her memories spilling out there.It's abstract.
I wonder about you sometimes, Jason.I really do.Look, I told you you wouldn't like it.And whose fault is that?If you do something normal, maybe I would like it.Anyway, never mind.You can make yourself useful for once.
I need you to give us a hand with something.With what?Are you adversity a bit of cleaning? Cleaning?On Killroe Street, as a matter of fact.What are ye on about?Don't tell me you haven't heard.We've got a blackie moved in there.Oh, right.
You and me are going to send her a wee message.Let her know we don't take too kindly to be invaded by darkies.We've got enough trouble keeping the tags in check.True enough, but what about the boys?Are they not up for it?
I'm not asking the boys, am I?I'm asking you.
No, I am.Look, let's do this.You and me.Good lad.
Hur!You're a black hur, you are!Go back to the jungle!We don't like your kind here!That's it.That's enough.I said cut it out.
I'm making a racket.Give us a hand getting these flowers up.I've never seen flowers like this.Well, maybe you'd like to have a wee sit down and draw them then. You're turning into a real pup, do you know that?Would a pifter do that?True enough.
Hey, there's a bit watching us in there.The lights are off?Exactly.Are you in there, blackie?
So, how are you enjoying our lovely wee town so far?It's wonderful.Plenty to do, friendly locals.If you don't mind my asking, why did you move here?
And because of what you're standing on.Some mess.It's an antique.Victorian.Not many of its kind left.
That can be fixed, Mrs Jacobs.
Oh, my orchids.And you reckon you could identify them?
Uh, one of them, sure.The younger one. It looked about 15, 16, maybe.It was pretty dark, but I got a good look at his face.He had a small birthmark on his cheek.You know him?
The other one had his hood up, but he was tall, well-built, looked about 20.It's hard to say for sure.
Oh, for God's sake, what is it now?
I've come on official business, I'm afraid.
Well, why else would you come, Constable?
I don't see why this has to be unpleasant.
I don't see how else it can be, since you keep accusing my boys of this, that and the other.When are you going to leave my family alone?
Your job?Seems to me you're putting in for overtime.
I need to talk to your youngest for a minute.
Well, you can't.He's still sleeping.Marian.That's Mrs Taylor to you.Thank you.
Mrs. Taylor, kindly go and wake your son.
Fine, but you're wasting your time.No, you can just wait, sir.
That's Mrs. Taylor to you, thank you very much.
I thought I heard you sniffing about.Old habits die hard.
Well, good morning, Paul.Got a good kip after all the excitement last night, did you?Aye.
That was some match in the box, wasn't it?
Let's see what your brother has to say on the subject.Jason was with me.I don't doubt that for a second. What's going on?I just need to ask you a few questions.What about?Not here.We're going for a drive.
What?He's gone.Nobody's hardly dressed.
Put your shoes on and let's go.
You know as well as I do, unless you're arresting him, you can't take him anywhere.
Oh, is that right?Well, you better pray I don't start playing by the book, Sunshine.Do we have an understanding?
No.I think you're the big man around here, son.That's half the problem.Come on, Jason.Put the rest on in the car. Who should I pick on?Are we chasing there?Don't like his face much.One too many pimples for my liking.You can't pin anything on me.
Why not?If I don't like the look of you?You're being stupid.It's no different from you picking on ethnic minorities, is it?Oh aye, very clever.You smashed that poor woman's property and I'm not letting you get away with it.Sorry.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I was in all night in front of the footy.She saw you.I don't know what you're talking about.
She described you perfectly and she could identify you in a line-up.I don't know what you're talking about.Those shoes you're buggering up my nice new car with have mud and compost and no doubt glass fragments all over them.
I don't know what you're talking about.Take a look around, son.That's her house.Do you want me to drag you in there and have her ID you now, like a child? or are you going to own up, like a man?
What's the point of doing it in the first place, if you're just going to say, oh, no sir, it wasn't me, sir.Is that supposed to be me?No.You calling me a card?No.
I just think if you believe in something, then you should stick to your guns, no matter what.
So, they're going to prosecute or what?We made a deal.Who did?Me and Peter.He won't prosecute so long as I fix it. Fix what?The greenhouse.Like hell you're fixing it.
I had no choice, Paul.They're bluffing, Jason.Can you not see that?Tell them you're not doing it.It's too late.I can't back out now.I can't believe I'm hearing this.You're agreeing to work for a darkie?So?
How hard can it be? I've cut myself.
I can see that.Well, you'd better come in.Come on.Hold it under the tap for a minute.How bad is it?
I guess.Do you want me to take a look at it?Plaster's fine.Up to you, kid. Must be joking.She'd probably give me an infection.Probably never washes her hands.
Probably... Right.TCP, glasses, cotton wool.Next time you decide to open a van, watch my tiles.Polka dots aren't my style.Garden gloves.Handy.Keep all your fingers in one place.Oh, wait.
You have to sign something.
Plowlett gave me the progress report to prove I'm working.
You're here till five?Aye.I'll sign it at five.Shut the door on your way out.
Coy!I knew she'd revel in it.What is that?I kind of like it.She wouldn't be so cocky if Paul and the boys paid her a visit. Wouldn't be my blood on her precious tiles.Wish our kitchen was more like this.
Things away in cupboards, not rotten in the sink.I do like that.Maybe I could ask her.No, Paul's right.I am a wee mincer.
Ma?What are you doing on the floor?Ma, stop.Just stop.Leave the glass, Ma.
Well, something has to clean it up.I mean, you're always going on about the mess in here.
It's okay.I can do it.Like, sit down.Would make a fine pair if you cut yourself as well.Now, just stay there, would you?I'll make you a coffee.
I just put the kettle on.
I said I don't want any. What are you trying to say exactly?
I'm not saying anything.I'm just making you a coffee.
You're trying to make me feel guilty.
I'm trying to make you feel better.
Well, you're not.So you can stick your coffee.
Here.I've got something for you.I drew this one for you.See?What's the matter?Do you not like it?
Oh, come on now.What are you crying for?I was supposed to cheer you up.
Put you back into it, boy.Looks the same as it did an hour ago.
The ground's frozen solid.So are my fingers.
Have you got something stuck between your teeth?Aye.Cause you're willing to admit it.
Jason, I'll give you a lift.Come on, get in, it's pissing down.How's your going with the greenhouse?Fine. See the glass was delivered all right.How are you getting on with the work, man?Okay.What's his name?Mr. Ferguson.Come on, sock-eye, tell me.
He was showing me how to cut the glass so I can fix it without him later.Okay.Good.Good, learning new skills.So you've been working hard, then?
No.I'm normally soaked through, knackered and covered in mud.How's Mrs. Jacobs treating you?She's a black bitch, her.Hey, I'll not have talk like that.
And don't forget that you're the racist we saw that terrorized a lone woman in the middle of the night.She's the victim here, not you.So don't come crying to me.What happened to you, Jason?You used to be a nice kid.
I used to take you and your brother to the pictures in Carrickfergus, remember?I know how you do.I used to buy you Raspberry Ripples and Fanta's.You used to have to sit in my coat to see the screen.
I remember you using us to get into my ma's knickers.That's all I remember. Get out.
It's shucking down.That's right.
Get out and walk.Jason.Hi lads.
Look at the steady.Did you have to work in this weather?
To find that bastard, Peter.What for?Never you mind.Paul, don't.Just leave it.I'm not having a brother of mine being taken the piss out of.
You don't understand.I need to do this.What are you on about?I'm proving to them that I can take whatever they're dishing out.What would I look like if I backed out the first time I got a wee bit wet?Just let me do this on my own, Paul. Get changed.
I've got him a brother, I think.
Mrs Jacobs!I need you to sign this thing.It's gone five.Hello?
You're joking me.Is that a record player?Records?They're heavy?I don't remember them being so heavy.T for the Tillerman.
Look at all those photos.
What do you want?Sorry, I was just... Your record was finished.I called out for you, but it's okay.
Sorry, I made you the sound.
Don't creep about like that and don't touch anything!
Aye.These ones with the wee kids. Where's that?
I think it's sad.Especially this one.
But they're laughing in that one.
I don't know why.Maybe it's because they don't look like they've got much to laugh about.
They haven't.Those are AIDS orphans.
I wonder what they're looking at.A puppet show.Were you there or something?
I took the picture. Did you take all of these?Yep.
Are you lying?No.So who's that?That's a Navajo Indian.He's 103 in that picture.Took that a few years ago too.They tell me he's still going strong.Shot of whiskey first thing in the morning and he's away.
Are you a journalist or something?Was.You're retired?Just tired. You don't look that old.Give me that form.No offence or nothing.Mm-hmm.They don't look like newspapers.You know, boring.
Yeah.That's because this is my private connection.War images are the ones that sell.Hard news.Not this kind of thing.These faces are... Well, they're just for me.
What?You don't talk like someone who's tired of it.
It's late.You should get going.
What time is it?About tea time for most people.I'll fix you something.Let's see what we've got.Nothing.The fridge is empty.It can't be empty.I've just been shopping.That was a week and a half ago.I've been eating chips three nights on the trot.
I said I'll fix you something and I will.
Well there better be a vodka and tonic there. Since that's the only thing you never run out of.
Don't you dare talk to me like that.I'm your mother.Oh are you?
Cause I've forgotten what it feels like to have one.I'm sorry.I shouldn't have hit you.Can't we be like other people?With lights on, and music playing, and things to talk about.Instead of you drunk all the time. Am I not enough to stay sober for?
Just for one day?Nothing's enough.
I said I like your drawings.I was just taking a break.Why are you hiding them?Because there's nothing to see.Don't be so sure.Fancy a cuppa? I got my very first camera when I was about your age.
Up till then I was nothing but trouble, hanging out on the streets of Brixton.My life would have been very different if photography hadn't found me.Right, come on then.Is that a crab?Oh, I don't care.Intricate design.Just doodling.Shut up.
Oh, I like this one. Stark.Violent.I like the red swirling into the blacks here.Is this the face?Aye.
I had a bad dream, that's all.An ugly dream.I couldn't stop thinking about it.It was following me around for days.So I drew this.
Came home and the lights were off.Stuck record was making this awful noise.It just kept repeating on itself.I can't describe it.
Me ma was... She'd cut herself.Deliberate, like.There was glass everywhere.Greenhouse glass.She was... She was drinking her own blood and... It's all right.
I'm sorry.Jason, it's okay. Dreams only tell us what we already know.There's nothing to be afraid of.It's not the dream I'm afraid of.Is she dying?No.But she wants to.Keep drawing, kid.Sounds like you've got plenty to say.
What are you up to?Nothing.
A bit of drawing. Sure you're not shaking that day?No.A quick game of sexual solitaire?No!Well, maybe you should be.When I was your age, I was hating porn under my bed.Not abstract art, or whatever you call it.Hardly see you these days.
What have you been up to?Just doing a lot of work for... for Peter.Oh, well.That should have been knocked in the hip weeks ago, if you ask me.You've got more important things to be getting on with now that school's up.School isn't up.
I'm booting you out of bed early tomorrow.You're coming to work with me.I want to introduce you to some of the lads.School isn't up, Paul.There's still A-levels.Oh, I see.
So what you're saying now is you want me to support you and my man, definitely?No.I didn't think so.Because that would be taking the piss a wee bit, do you not think?Eh?Am I right?
Aye.Good.I'll give you a knock at six.But...
What about the greenhouse?Did you not hear me?They can stick the greenhouse.
Jason!Jason!Take him home for a second.
I need to introduce you to Andy.He's our foreman.One of the old boys.Used to work in Dad's crew.He wants to take a look at you.Okay. I'll give you a shite in a bit.And don't mess her up, okay?
Hi.What do you want?To finish the green.I don't think you've done enough, don't you? What's happened?I got your message loud and clear.Now, why don't you just leave me alone?
Look, I'm sorry about this week, but it wasn't my... You can stop pretending!
I feel ridiculous enough as it is.Wait!I don't know what you're talking about.I am talking about the word scum written on my front door in human waste.That wasn't me, I swear.Oh.Hannah, please.You have to believe me.
So you're telling me you knew nothing about it?No.Hannah, I wouldn't lie to you.
Well, given his preferred medium, I found his message distinctly ironic.I'm so sorry.No.I'm sorry.I just... It happened and then you disappeared, so... I tried to call, but he's been watching me.You'd better come in. I should have my head examined.
I thought I was asking about you.Don't worry, I didn't say anything.You lied for me.Well don't look so bloody pleased with yourself.I want to know what's been going on here.
I've been working with Paul.Doing what?Road works, laying tables mostly, mountain repairs.
He's doing his best, he's introduced me to his boss and everything.He's trying to make me hang out with all his workmates. You talk about nothing but boozing and shagging.Well, I've obviously been missing out.It's not funny.I can't stand it.
What is it?What is it you want?Not this.Not this.Jason, what do you want?
I want to go back to school.
Then you have to tell him.
You don't tell my brother anything. She's got me on this whole guilt trip about helping look after Ma.Now let's face it, he has a point.I'm not a kid anymore.I should be earning now.You have a right to your own life.Oh do I?
I'll just go and tell him that, shall I?Do you really have a choice?
Get yourself in here.I've got good news.I'm tired.
I've talked to Andy.You're all set.You start Monday.
I got you the job.Paul, we've got you a good starting rate.You'll be working alongside Ed.He needs help with the cabling end of things.Paul!
I appreciate you doing this.I really do. But I can't take the job.I can't.I'm... I'm really sorry.I've been giving it some thought.
What I really want is... is to be able to go to college.But I have to take A-levels first, so... I'm sorry.
Just come here.No, you're right.Better stay where you are.Just stay where you are.
We're going out.Trust me, it's better.
What are they singing pocky songs for?It's just a football song.Exactly.What's our national game got to do with pockies?What are you drinking?I'll have a coke.I'm buying you a proper drink.Two lagers.Pints.Thanks.Ah well.
I wish I had someone to buy drinks for me when I was your age.Look, Paul. I'm sorry about the job.No, I wouldn't want you compromising yourself doing the kind of work I do.You wouldn't want those brains to go to waste now.That's not what I said.
I just... Muggins here will just keep getting up at five in the morning, choose to pay for the bills and look after you and my man.If you want me to pick up a paper right or something... So, tell me, how's that monkey's green house coming along?
That's where you were today, isn't it? Gee going bananas in there, is you?Huh?You know, I've been thinking.
It's interesting that you seem so keen to sleep away in that blackie's garden day and night, and yet you won't work up a sweat for your own flesh and blood.Why is that, I wonder?Paul, come on.Is it the wee flowers you like throwing, maybe?
If I've pissed you off, I didn't mean to.
Please, just calm down and don't talk about it.Here's to my kid brother.Blackie kissing, flower sniffing, poof extraordinaire.
Paul, please. What are you looking at?Aye, I'm talking to you, you ugly looking bastard.Hey, I don't want any trouble, pal.I'm just minding my own business here.You think I didn't see you?You gave me a look just now.Paul, don't!You!Shut your mouth!
Why don't you just calm yourself down, son?
Nobody here's interested.
Jason!You alright?Just leave me alone. Are you hurt?
Are you following me or something?There was an assault in the coach pub.Were you there?No.Were you running?I felt like it.
You gonna do me for running now, are you?Was Paul there?How would I know?I just said I wasn't in the place.I haven't seen him since yesterday.Get in the car.What for?I didn't do anything.I'm taking you home.I don't want you to take me home.
Stop treating me like a kid.Then stop acting like one and get in.
You get to tell everybody what to do, don't you?
That's why you're a peeler, isn't it?
You put on your wee hat and your shiny badge and you drive about town thinking you're the big man.
And you'd be the expert in tough guys now, wouldn't you?People like your brother or your father.Don't you talk about my dad.He was a real man, wasn't he, Jason?He was twice the man you are.Oh, really?
And what kind of man lays into a pregnant woman and a toddler with his fists, eh?
What are you talking about?
Lucky for you he died when he did, Jason.
I wouldn't lie to you about something like that.I'm sorry I had to come out this way, but it's time you heard the truth.Listen to me.Paul was too young to remember it.He doesn't know why he's a screw-up.He just is.
He's got a streak of violence running through him like a devil.Say hello to your old man.No.
I'm not listening to you.Everybody knows you're after my man. Everybody knows you hated him because of her.
Now you're trying to make me hate him too.I don't want you to hate him.You just need to know some things.Fact, your father hurt people.And those people are still hurting now, long after he's gone.Fact, I do love your ma.Always have.
She doesn't love me back.So all I can do is try my best for her from a distance.And believe it or not, I'm trying my best for you too. I think it's too late for Paul.
He's already made up his mind about the world, but you... It doesn't have to be like that for you.
Peter... I do remember when we were kids.Going to the pictures and stuff.
People used to think you were my dad.I remember liking it, you know.
What the hell do you think you're playing at?Paul!When did you get back?I just saw you getting out of Peter's car.
Aye.He picked me up near the coach.He wanted to know if I'd seen anything.
Nothing.I told him I hadn't seen you.
All we've got is our loyalty to each other.You know that, don't you?
You think I'd grass up my own brother now?
No.Because you're not that thick. That was some rush back there, lad.Bye.Bye.
Oh, Jason.It's finished.Where did you get all the candles?
It's beautiful.You should be so proud.You put a lot into this.
Well, Mr Ferguson did the hard stuff.Jason, this is your achievement.
So, what are you going to do with your freedom?
I don't know.Keep out of my brother's way until term starts, I guess.
He's got this look about him these days.He seems to resent it when I get on with my drawing.Like it's a dig at him or something.It's hard to get anything done at the minute.
Well, if you need a space to work, my door's always open.
Why did you come here, of all places?My mum grew up here.That's right, kid.I'm your mob.I'm just as restless.Oh, she figured a woman's prospects might be a little higher in London.Things are very different in those days, you know.
They used to hang notices in pub doorways that read, no blacks, no dogs, no Irish.Well, he's old.Yeah.That's where she met my dad.Fresh off the boat from Jamaica.All bravado and braille cream.Or so I'm told.Why?What happened to him?
Oh, he was too proud to live in a country that didn't really want him. As for Mum, having a child, a black child, well, it meant she could never go home.And that made her pine for it.
I grew up listening to her describing Ireland as this mystical place, this sanctuary.I don't... I just... I just needed that to be true, that's all.
Jason, look around you.Tell me what you see.Candles.
Where were you tonight?Just out.Out?What's that you got?My portfolio.
Oh, my portfolio is it?I'm going to bed.Let's have a look at it.No, get it back, Paul!Fine. What's the big secret?Paul, stop it!
What's this?What the hell is this?
It's just portraits.Is that who I think it is?Her name's Hannah.You're doing drawings of that black bitch now.Stop calling her that!Come again?
She's a friend of mine.Friend?Aye.That's right.And you know something, Paul?For once, there's nothing you can do about it.
We'll see about that.And as for these... Get up!You bastard!Oh, I'm the bastard, am I?Get up!Get up!You should be ashamed to show your face.I'm disgusted with you!
You're disgusting!Wiping your filth on our door.Disgusting!
Here.Here.Take them.I want them out of this house.And if you ever, ever see that slut again, I'll kill you both.You hear me? I'm leaving.As soon as I can, I'm leaving.You're not going anywhere.From now on, you're working for a living.
You're taking that job even if I have to drag you out of there each morning myself.
Go to hell?Is that what you want?Is that what you want?
Jason.You're trying to give me a heart attack.Do you know what time it is? I'm looking at the stars.Come inside.It's freezing.I'm okay.Just let me sit here for a while.Hey, what happened to you?
Ran into a difference of opinion.
Jason!Jason! If you start any trouble, I'll call the police.Where is he?Inside, recovering.I want to see him.Go home.I just want to talk to him.Yeah, well, he doesn't want to talk to you.I mean it.Just call him.Go home.
He'll come back when he's ready.Jason!
It's over, Marian.He's gone.
No, he's not.Every time I look at Paul, I see Joe. And now he's destroying Jason as well.And when is it all gonna stop, Peter?
It'll stop when you take your life back.Yes, you can.You need to be strong for both of them now.They need you, Marian.And I need you.
I'll try.I can't promise more than that.But I will try.
Did something happen to you, huh?Photography was your whole life?I know it was.You can't just walk away from something like that.
I lost my nerve.Sounds pathetic, doesn't it?Yeah, it does.Sounds pathetic to me. I mean, I've been shot at by snipers across abandoned minefields just to get a better picture.Damn near had my head taken off by a helicopter once.
One thing I could always count on was having my wits and my nerve about me.And we were in Chechnya.Me and my writer, Alan, got taken hostage, 12 of us, mostly civilians. We'd been in a restaurant of all places off-duty.Ridiculous.Who were they?
Oh, they were just bandits.Nothing to do with the war.They moved us around at random, always without warning.We were constantly on our feet.Hardly slept more than an hour at a time.
Never knew if they were herding us into the next basement to shoot us all in the back of the head.I think that's what did it, you know? Not knowing if today's the day you're gonna die.
Maybe they just couldn't get any money for us in the middle of a bloody war.They locked us in a basement without food or water and never came back.It was three days before we were rescued by aid workers.That's awful.No, no.
We weren't raped, we weren't tortured.They let us all go in one piece at the end of it.Yeah, but still... I should have been able to handle it. I was supposed to be prepared for anything.Otherwise, what the hell was I doing going out there?
Not at the time, no.After we were rescued, I felt fine.And then it started.Panic attack on the tube, of all places.I thought I was having a heart attack.After that, I was afraid of everything.Some days I couldn't even venture out of bed.
That's when I got to thinking, and I mean miles and miles of thinking, about my mum.About the green, quiet island she ate for all those years ago.So, that's my sad story, kid.
I think I know something about being scared all the time. You'll get your life back, Anna.We'll see.
Am I in the wrong house here?Ma!Have you been cleaning?What are you all dressed up for?
Don't start with me, Paul.I'm not having it.
I'm not starting.You look different, that's all.
Well, I am different.From now on, things are going to be different around here.
I know. I'm sorry about last night.
It's not me you should be apologising to.Jason's still not come home because of you.
I'll make it up to both of you.I promise.You look shaky, Ma.Maybe you should sit down.
Here.I brought you a peace offering.
I won't be drinking that tea.You can just keep it.
It's a gift, Ma.I bought it for you.
Come on, have a drink with me.You have to.It's a gift.I've got the lads coming round later.I need you to leave us to it tonight.It's important.We've got things to discuss.Here, take it.
Down the hatch.Good girl.
Well, look who's home. Look at this shiner.Where's the beer, Shorty?Give him a beer.No problem.Here you are.We're having a wee party in your honour, Jason.To make up for last night.Thanks.I'm a forgiven.Aye.
Raise your hands to Jason, who puts up with a bastard like me for a brother and still comes back smiling.
Drink it.You'll need it.We're going for a field trip.Where to?Don't worry. You'll like it.It'll be one in the eye for PC, PC.Here?Like I said from the start, nobody plays my brother for a fool and gets away with it.
Paul, whatever you're planning, I don't... That greenhouse?
All shiny and new now, is it?Let go of me!You were going to warn him, weren't you?Get off!What happened to you?What happened to my brother?Don't do this!Oh, I'm doing it.I shouldn't have done it a long time ago. Shorty, help me get him upstairs.
See what happens when you play with fire, huh?You think you can mess with my brother's head and get away with it?
So that's what frightens you, is it?Well, I'm sorry!You're too late!Jason's free!Stop!Shut up!Get away from my greenhouse!
It's like I said.Birth is a messy business.
Get away from her!Or what, huh?Or what?It's over, Paul!I've called the police! Go now before it's too late.You what?You're alright, Harold.You heard what he said.Come on, we have to go.You chose her over me.I'm your blood.Your blood!
Ma!Peter's here!You'd better come in.She's still getting ready.Ah, well.Plenty of time.
You're, eh, sure you won't come with us?I'm sure.
He wouldn't want to see me anyways.You'd be surprised.He's had a lot of time to think.Aye.Think about the hundred different ways to kill me when he gets out.You did the right thing Jason.
Try telling her that.She's only angry because she loves the both of you.Give her time.She'll come round.
I wanted to find those silver earrings Paul got me.
He only gets an hour.I don't want to keep him waiting.
He's right by him. You look beautiful.
What time's the taxi coming?
Can't believe you're going to Tel Aviv.You'll be careful, won't you?
Yeah, yeah.I'll be home soon.
Butterflies.Good butterflies.And look after my orchids for me.
In The Green House, Jason was played by Neil McWilliams and Hannah by Adjua Ando.Paul was played by Joe Ray, Marian by Julia Dearden and PC McFarland by Alan McKee. Shorty was played by Mark O'Shea and Man in Pub by Gerard Van Laverie.
The Green House was written by Dominique Maloney and directed in Belfast by Tanya Nash.
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