Wolf Lullaby

ANGELA: Lets not take up any more of the Sergeants time.
Put your stuff in the bin, darling, and we can go home.
LIZZIE: The Wolf.
RAY: Looks more like a horse. Youve got to learn to draw

fur. Start off with dogs.
LIZZIE: Its frightening.
RAY mugs fear. ANGELA laughs, screwing up the drawing.
ANGELA: Dont encourage her.
RAY takes the drawing to throw away as ANGELA and

LIZZIE exit.
SCENE SEVEN
Wasteland. ANGELA stands by the site of the death. In one
hand she holds Lizzies school shoes; in the other, a white
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lily. She kneels and places the flower on the site. She is
uneasy, and her discomfort grows as she sees the graffiti.
Enter WARREN.
WARREN: I came.
Silence.
Angie?
ANGELA: Have you seen it?
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WARREN: I didnt intend to.
ANGELA: Such a small space. All these flowers . . .
WARREN: Cards, teddy bears . . . at a murder site. Gives me

the creeps.
ANGELA: And his mother . . .
WARREN: Dont think about it, love. Whyd you call me?
To this place?
ANGELA shrugs.
I get this urgent message. Im on my shift, Ange.
Pause.
You alright?
ANGELA: You were supposed to pick her up yesterday.

WARREN: Yeah, I rang the school. Terry wanted to swap

shifts. Shegot home okay, didnt she?
ANGELA: But I was at work. She was locked out.
WARREN: Shit. Sorry.
ANGELA: I got home at six and she was on the doorstep.
WARREN: Why didnt she go to the salon?
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ANGELA: Because I gave her a big talk about not walking
around alone . . . after what happened. And so she didnt. She
sat on the doorstep for two hours.
WARREN: Youve got to give her a key.
ANGELA: But thats the point, Warren! I dont want her

coming home alone! Shes nine years old!
WARREN: I made a mistake.
ANGELA: Didnt you think? Its Wednesday. I work.
WARREN: Im really sorry. Really.
ANGELA: It was nearly dark!
WARREN laughs.
WARREN: Is that all? Couldnt it wait till Saturday?
ANGELA: I dont know what to do any more.

WARREN: Come on, Missus, Ill drive you home.
ANGELA: What if I did that? Decided to drop everything so I

could go to a piss-up? Then / what would happen to Lizzie?
WARREN: Who says it was a piss-up?
ANGELA: Its alright for you. Its just a quick phone call if
you decide to vanish for the weekend. If you bother to
remember that. But I cant just run away!
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WARREN: Why is there suddenly a problem? You wanted it
like this. With Lizzie.
ANGELA: Yeah, well its getting to me. Where do you go,

anyway? All your drives?
WARREN: Hate giving back the cab with petrol still in it. He
rips me off enough as it is. To the foot-hills. Burnie, for a pub
breakfast. Nowhere special.
ANGELA: Why?
WARREN: Because I cant breathe here. This town. Its like

being stuck in a lift.
ANGELA: And then what? When you move to the mainland?

Whatll I do then? Whenll she see you?
WARREN: Its not going to happen for ages. Dont think

about it.
ANGELA: I hate this place too! I cant bear it! But Im stuck
here because Ive got a kid!
WARREN: Thats why Im still here. Shes my kid too.
ANGELA: Well I wish you werent! I wish youd go! And

take Lizzie with you! Take her, take her away.
She bursts into tears and beats WARREN with the shoes.
WARREN: Angie! For Christs sake
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ANGELA: Just go away! I cant stand to look at you! You
make me sick!
He grabs her wrists, the shoes fall. She collapses.
WARREN: What the hells got into you?
ANGELA: Theres blood on them.
WARREN: What?
ANGELA: Spots of blood. Look.
WARREN laughs.
Whatll we do?
WARREN: About what? What do you mean?
ANGELA: Well have to tell.
WARREN: This is what youre all worked up about? Lizzies

shoes?
ANGELA: Well have to take her in.
WARREN: Stop it.
ANGELA: They were on the kitchen table. Shes always so

neat, she never . . . I picked them up. I saw brown spots.
WARREN holds her.
WARREN: [gently] Ange. Youre going mad.
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ANGELA cannot speak.
Thats the most insane thing Ive ever heard you say. I dont
know you like this.
ANGELA: Is it blood? Not paint?
WARREN: I dont want you to say any more.
ANGELA: You have to look at them.
WARREN: No. Im not going to. Because youre being silly.

Youre not funny. Youre being stupid. Im taking you home.
ANGELA: Just look at them.
WARREN grabs the shoes, looks, and flings them back.
WARREN: Its mud. Its nothing. She cut herself. Shes

always falling over.
ANGELA: Thats her writing. I swear it. I know it.

WARREN: So what?
ANGELA: Whatll we do? Whatll we do? Take her in? And

they lock her up? Put her on trial in a court? And that will be
it. Shes had no life yet!
WARREN: Just stop it.
ANGELA: Or we dont tell. We just go on as normal. But

every time we look at her, well know!
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WARREN: Stop.
ANGELA: She did it.
WARREN: Christ, Angela!
ANGELA: I know.
WARREN: What do you know? How?
ANGELA: I just know!
Silence.
Weve got to decide what to do. You have to think with me.
WARREN: You keep your madwoman thoughts to yourself. I

dont want any part of it. Im on my shift.
ANGELA: Warren! You cant just go every time you dont

want to hear something!
WARREN: Im not listening to lies evil about my

daughter.
ANGELA: Help me!
WARREN: Can you hear yourself?! Do you know what

youre saying? Its like youre possessed. Thats Lizzie
youre talking about. Youve flipped, Angela. Go and get
something from the chemist. Im not talking to you like this.
You frighten me.
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ANGELA: Im frightened.
WARREN: I cant believe were even having this

conversation. Were going to be laughing about it next week.
ANGELA: I dont know what to do.
WARREN: Then Ill tell you. Go home, have a stiff drink,

and watch a funny video. Wake up, for Christs sake.
ANGELA: I am awake.
WARREN: Angie, please. Stop this.
ANGELA: You know it too.
WARREN: No . . .
ANGELA: Dont you?
WARREN: Just stop.

ANGELA: Warren?
WARREN: No.
ANGELA: Theres no going back.
WARREN: Christ Almighty! Theres nothing to find out.
ANGELA: Just pretend. Just imagine there is. Then what?
WARREN: Ill go mad.
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ANGELA: Ill go mad if we never know.
WARREN: Why has it got to be your word over mine?
ANGELA: You wanted me to look after her. You told me to

make the decisions.
WARREN: Thatd be the end of her.
ANGELA: I know. Whats wrong with me?
Silence. ANGELA goes to touch WARREN, but he turns

away.
WARREN: Im late.
ANGELA: Warren. Help me.
He starts to exit.
If you care, if youre my friend, if you love Lizzie help me!

He exits.
SCENE EIGHT
LIZZIEs world. LIZZIE and the Wolf.
CHILDREN: [off]
There is a little girl, Lizzie is her name.
She has a pet Wolf who is good and tame.
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ANGELA: Lets not take up any more of the Sergeants time.

Put your stuff in the bin, darling, and we can go home.

LIZZIE: The Wolf.

RAY: Looks more like a horse. Youve got to learn to draw

LIZZIE: Its frightening.

RAY mugs fear. ANGELA laughs, screwing up the drawing.

ANGELA: Dont encourage her.

RAY takes the drawing to throw away as ANGELA and

ANGELA: Have you seen it?

ANGELA: Such a small space. All these flowers . . .

WARREN: Cards, teddy bears . . . at a murder site. Gives me

ANGELA: And his mother . . .

I get this urgent message. Im on my shift, Ange.

ANGELA: You were supposed to pick her up yesterday.

WARREN: Yeah, I rang the school. Terry wanted to swap

ANGELA: But I was at work. She was locked out.

WARREN: Shit. Sorry.

ANGELA: I got home at six and she was on the doorstep.

WARREN: Why didnt she go to the salon?

WARREN: Youve got to give her a key.

ANGELA: But thats the point, Warren! I dont want her

WARREN: I made a mistake.

ANGELA: Didnt you think? Its Wednesday. I work.

WARREN: Im really sorry. Really.

ANGELA: It was nearly dark!

WARREN: Is that all? Couldnt it wait till Saturday?

ANGELA: I dont know what to do any more.

WARREN: Come on, Missus, Ill drive you home.

ANGELA: What if I did that? Decided to drop everything so I

WARREN: Who says it was a piss-up?

ANGELA: Yeah, well its getting to me. Where do you go,

WARREN: Because I cant breathe here. This town. Its like

ANGELA: And then what? When you move to the mainland?

WARREN: Its not going to happen for ages. Dont think

here because Ive got a kid!

WARREN: Thats why Im still here. Shes my kid too.

ANGELA: Well I wish you werent! I wish youd go! And

WARREN: Angie! For Christs sake

He grabs her wrists, the shoes fall. She collapses.

WARREN: What the hells got into you?

ANGELA: Theres blood on them.

ANGELA: Spots of blood. Look.

WARREN: About what? What do you mean?

ANGELA: Well have to tell.

WARREN: This is what youre all worked up about? Lizzies

ANGELA: Well have to take her in.

WARREN: Stop it.

ANGELA: They were on the kitchen table. Shes always so

WARREN holds her.

WARREN: [gently] Ange. Youre going mad.

ANGELA: Is it blood? Not paint?

WARREN: I dont want you to say any more.

ANGELA: You have to look at them.

WARREN: No. Im not going to. Because youre being silly.

ANGELA: Just look at them.

WARREN grabs the shoes, looks, and flings them back.

WARREN: Its mud. Its nothing. She cut herself. Shes

ANGELA: Thats her writing. I swear it. I know it.

ANGELA: Whatll we do? Whatll we do? Take her in? And

WARREN: Just stop it.

ANGELA: Or we dont tell. We just go on as normal. But

ANGELA: She did it.

WARREN: Christ, Angela!