(TIM and ANDREA at home. TIM is chipping at the lock on an old briefcase with a screwdriver. ANDREA is trying very hard to ignore him.)
ANDREA: Will you just leave that bloody thing alone.
(TIM ignores her.)
ANDREA: You said you weren’t going to do stuff like this anymore.
TIM: Don’t start that again!
ANDREA: What d’you think’s gonna be in there any way? The Holy Grail? The Fountain of Youth? Tim?
TIM: I need a case, don I.
ANDREA: You are a case.
ANDREA: You could go out an buy one like everyone else.
TIM: I’ve got this one.
ANDREA: You can’t even get it open.
TIM: It’ll come, don’ worry.
ANDREA: You’ll break the lock.
TIM: I’ll get a new ‘un. Be cheaper n’ a new case.
ANDREA: Why don’t you splash out, eh? Get a brand new one wi’ a working lock and everything. I’ll take you down the town tomorrow.
TIM: I’ve got this ‘un.
ANDREA: It’s falling apart.
TIM: The lock still works.
ANDREA: Five minutes. Five minutes my arse!
TIM: It’s tougher than it looks.
ANDREA: It’ll belong to someone. They’ll be looking for it. You’ll get trouble.
TIM: I won’t. No-one wants it. ‘Cept me.
ANDREA: No-one wants you. You’ll be good company.
(TIM goes back to his lock. ANDREA starts singing “Second Hand Rose” at him. He ignores her.)
TIM: I’ll get it open. Then you’ll see.