This is our truth, tell us yours
VERA and KELLOGG are in the interview room. GREY and RUMPOLE sit opposite them. GREY’s paper suit is even more stained than previously, especially under the arms.
GREY: Don’t you guys do civil rights over here? I want a proper lawyer, not this has been.
KELLOGG: We’ve had a message from Mr Petrocelli. He’s having some trouble with building work apparently.
GREY: He doesn’t even object to being called a has been.
VERA: Idiots divn’t knaa shit from shoe polish.
RUMPOLE: I couldn’t agree more my dear lady.
GREY: What did she say?
KELLOGG: I think she thinks you may not be best placed to judge.
GREY: I know right from wrong. Are you people claiming you’ve never done anything wrong?
VERA: Not yet.
VERA: Come near me with a whip and I’ll tak yer teeth out via the netty entrance faster than a radgie doon the Bigg Market with a skinfull.
GREY: Does she come with subtitles?
RUMPOLE: I think she is suggesting you should approach with care Mr Grey.
GREY: I don’t want to approach her – I want to go home.
KELLOGG: The sooner you work with us, the sooner that will be Christian.
The screen shimmers again; we can’t hear the voices,but we can hear the Teletubbies theme.