The Singing Detective
'Look at me! Look at me! I did it! I walked! I can walk! Look. Look at me.'
Nicola : 'For heaven's sake - supposing you fall over - Philip. Hold on to me, you're not ready for this!'
Marlow : 'Hold on to you?’
She looks at him wryly, well understanding the other resonances of the question.
Nicola : 'There aren't too many others around any more Philip.'
They seemed to study each other, his face was still wet.
Marlow : 'Be-bob-a-loo-hop.'
Nicola: 'Yes, but isn't it time you climbed down out of your tree?'
Marlow : 'Home.'
Second Mysterious Man : 'But that's off the page ennit?'
The First Mysterious Man uses the flat of his hand on Marlow's chest, pushing him back.
First Mysterious Man : 'You're going nowhere Sunshine. Not until we settle this.'
Marlow looks around for help and can see none. He moistens his lips.
Marlow : 'Settle what?'
First Mysterious Man : 'Who we are. What we are.
Second Mysterious Man : 'That's right. That's absolutely right.'
Suddenly, they grab hard at Marlow's arm. He cries out.