The Edge of Love

William Killick:
You have a raindrop running down your cheek, just like a tear.

Caitlin MacNamara:
Touch her and I'll kill you.

Dylan Thomas:
Caitlin's territory, is it?

Caitlin MacNamara:
Caitlin's friend.

Caitlin MacNamara:
Now you'll get fat. And Dylan won't love you anymore.

Vera Phillips:
You're a b*tch. It's the past Dylan loves. And you. He doesn't love me at all.

Caitlin MacNamara:
When's William get back?

Vera Phillips:
I keep writing. No word.

Caitlin MacNamara:
Think he's dead?

Vera Phillips:
We're still getting his pay. The army wouldn't pay a dead man.

Caitlin MacNamara:
You'll have to stop singing.

Vera Phillips:
I'll sing if I want.

Caitlin MacNamara:
They won't let you. Not pregnant they won't.

Vera Phillips:
I can't do this. I can't. A mother, me, look at me!

Caitlin MacNamara:
Get rid of it then.

Vera Phillips:
It's William's.

Caitlin MacNamara:
Ah, you love him.

Vera Phillips:
I hate him. Oh, God, I hate him so much. Look what he's done to me. [Caitlin laughs hysterically] Don't laugh. Don't damn well laugh! I can't do this alone.

Caitlin MacNamara:
I'm here, aren't I?

Vera Phillips:
Let's go home, Caitlin.

Caitlin MacNamara:
I don't have a home.

Vera Phillips:
Wales, Caitlin!

Caitlin MacNamara:
Are you insane, woman?

Caitlin MacNamara:
My first was Augustus John. He seduced me when I was 15 the old goat. It doesn't mean anything, f***ing. It isn't love. I get an itch, it's gotta be scratched. I do it myself when I'm too lazy. Why bother when you can get someone else to do it for you?

Vera Phillips:
Nothing to do with love, f***ing?

Caitlin MacNamara:
Uh-uh. Nothing. Who was your first?

Vera Phillips:
[Innocently] What?

Caitlin MacNamara:
You don't need to tell me, I know it was Dylan.

Vera Phillips:
We were kids. Tent, fire, and a beach blanket.

Caitlin MacNamara:
Nice and comfy then.

Vera Phillips:
Children, still innocent.

Caitlin MacNamara:
We are still innocent, me and Dylan.

Vera Phillips:
I only want it as a memory. I don't want it back.

Caitlin MacNamara:
Does William know? Don't ever tell him. I can forgive the past, he won't. The past I can forgive.

Vera Phillips:
You're warning me.

Caitlin MacNamara:
I never had a best friend before.

William Killick:
No harm will ever come to you. Not from me, not from anyone else. And while I'm here, no word of mine will ever hurt you.

Vera Phillips:
Sounds like a vow.

Dylan Thomas:
I do it, sleep with other women... because I'm a poet, and a poet feeds off life.

Vera Phillips:
You don't even see me, do you? Dylan! All you've got is stories in your head. Words. And I have to feel real. William... makes me real.

Dylan Thomas:
Not for the proud man apart from the raging moon I write on the spendthrift pages, nor for the towering dead with their nightingales and psalms, but for the lovers, their arms round the griefs of the ages.

William Killick:
The boy is screaming.