Act I – Scene 9
Arrival in America/Empty Spaces
Setting – New York City, USA, 1968.
(Airplane sounds are heard. Enter PINK and PINK's MANAGER. The stage is empty besides the wall, a pole, and a payphone attached to it.)
PINK: I hate flights.
MANAGER: Why? You get high every bleedin' night!
PINK: Fuck you. I shouldn't even be here. I hate tours.
MANAGER: That's interesting. The whole bloody place reeks of protest and pot. I'd think it'd be right up your ally, Floyd.
PINK (yelling): My name is not Floyd! I'd rather be called Pink Floyd than Floyd Pinkerton, so me bloody mum doesn't come poking her arse into my life again.
MANAGER: Sounds like a good band name.
(PINK and PINK's MANAGER pause for a moment, and do a take to the audience.)
PINK: Mate, never say that again, and especially not in the largest city in the world. I don't want to have to sue for copyright. In fact, the last thing I want to do is sue someone. The only one I'd like to put on trial is myself…
(He lowers his head in sudden deep thought.)
MANAGER: Uh... Pink?
PINK: What? Er…what? It's nothing…. just nothing. Go to a hotel and get me a flat, would you? I have to make a call.
MANAGER: You what? You're not calling HER again? No. You are too fucking desperate, mate.
PINK: That's why I have to reach out harder.
MANAGER: You'd better make bloody haste!
(Exit PINK's MANAGER. PINK goes to the payphone and calls his wife's number. I rings and picks up.)
MAN: Gwen, I've got it… Hello?
(PINK is now distraught. He hangs up the phone and falls down seated with his back to the pole in defeat. Music starts.)
PINK:
What shall we use,
To fill the empty spaces,
When we used to talk?
How shall I fill,
The final places?
How shall I complete the wall?
(PINK stands up in defiance.)
PINK: The bitch deserves payback.