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MS BRENNER leads MICHAEL to the door of the canteen.
MS BRENNER
They’re in the canteen. They’re
just finishing lunch.
MICHAEL sees an OLD WOMAN who is sitting at a table. Her blue dress is stretched too tight across her heavy body. Her hair is grey. She has a book in her lap, but she’s not reading it. A few PRISONERS are finishing their meal.
It takes MICHAEL a moment to realise the OLD WOMAN is HANNA. Then HANNA becomes aware of being watched. She turns and looks round. At once her face lights up. MICHAEL smiles back, but as he approaches her, he fixes onto her inquiring look and sees the light go out of her eyes, as if she has looked at him and been disappointed. He sits down opposite her. She smiles, weary.
HANNA
You’ve grown up, kid.
She takes his hand. There is a long silence, MICHAEL unable to think of anything to say. He withdraws his hand.
MICHAEL
I’ve got a friend who’s a tailor,
he makes my suits. He’ll give you a
job. And I’ve found you somewhere
to live. It’s a nice place. Quite
small but nice. I think you’ll like
it.
HANNA
Thank you.
There’s a moment’s silence.
MICHAEL
There are various social
programmes, cultural stuff I can
sign you up for. And there’s a
public library very close.
HANNA nods slightly.
MICHAEL
You read a lot?
HANNA
I prefer being read to.
There is a short silence.
HANNA
That’s over now, isn’t it?
MICHAEL doesn’t answer.
HANNA
MICHAEL
I did. Yes I did. We have a
daughter. I’m not seeing as much of
her as I would like. I’d like to
see a great deal more of her.
After a few moments, he concedes.
MICHAEL
The marriage didn’t last.
There is a silence.
MICHAEL
Have you spent a lot of time
thinking about the past?
HANNA
You mean, with you?
MICHAEL
No. No, I didn’t mean with me.
HANNA
Before the trial I never thought
about the past. I never had to.
MICHAEL
And now? What do you feel now?
HANNA looks a moment, a haunting look, searching him.
HANNA
It doesn’t matter what I think. It
doesn’t matter what I feel. The
dead are still dead.
There’s a silence.
MICHAEL
I wasn’t sure what you’d learnt.
HANNA
I have learnt, kid. I’ve learnt to
read.
MICHAEL stares, devastated.
MICHAEL
I’ll pick you up next week, OK?
HANNA
That sounds a good plan.
MICHAEL
Good. Quietly, or shall we make a
big fuss?
HANNA
Quietly.
MICHAEL
OK. Quietly.
They look at each other. The other PRISONERS have already gone. They stand up. She scans his face again, searching for his thoughts. He takes her in his arms, a little awkward.
HANNA
Take care, kid.
MICHAEL
You too.
They walk side by side, back towards the door. Then by way of saying goodbye, she takes his hand.
MICHAEL
See you next week.
She stretches her arm out before she lets go of his hand, then vanishes inside. MICHAEL walks on alone.