ANDREW:

(Dumping construction gear on ground) Did you bring the pulleys?

LAD:

(Still struggling with ladder) Pulleys? I’m having enough trouble with this ladder! (Swings ladder around in an attempt to control it and hits Andrew)

ANDREW:

Hey! Watch it, will you, that thing is dangerous!

LAD:

Well, it’s a big ladder!

ANDREW:

Yeah, and you’ll be in big trouble if you don’t watch out. (Sighs as Lad sets up ladder) I don’t care what the boss thinks, this whole Ascension Re-enactment thing is just not going to work...

HARRIS:

(Entering while Andrew is talking, interrupts abruptly with the air of one in authority) Of course it’s not going to work! That’s the whole idea. The ascension is impossible. It could not have happened. It never did. We at Deconstruction Inc. pride ourselves on our impartial and systematic undermining of silly myths that the immutable laws of the universe would never allow to happen. That’s what we’re on about and the sooner you,...(Peers at Andrew’s name tag to see his name)...Mr Andrew Spears, realise that, the happier you will be.       (Wanders off to look at the plans he is carrying, exuding confidence etc)

ANDREW:

(Sceptically) Ah, happiness, sir, I see...

LAD:

Excuse me, Mr Spears, sorry to interrupt and all, but I was talking to me Ma this morning, and, well, she said that...

ANDREW:

(Cutting him off) Oh, be quiet, Laddie, Mr Harris doesn’t want to hear what you have to say.

LAD:

But Mr Spears, me Ma thinks this whole Re-enactment is a load of...

ANDREW:

(Looking nervously in Harris’s direction) Shhh, Laddie.

LAD:

(Raising his voice a bit) But she said Mr Harris was a big fat...

HARRIS:

(Hearing his name mentioned and starting to get interested) What’s all this, then, Spears?

ANDREW:

Ah, nothing, sir. (Laddie pulls on his sleeve imploringly, and Andrew tries to push him away)

HARRIS:

Now, (Peers at Laddie’s name tag)...Laddie, is it? What’s all this your mother has to say about me?

ANDREW:

I’m sure it doesn’t matter, sir...Ow! (Is cut off by ladder or other construction gear being dropped on his foot by Lad. Hops off silently cursing)

LAD:

(All innocent) Oh, sorry, Mr Spears. (Turns to Harris) But she really was quite clear about the whole thing, Mr Harris, sir.

HARRIS:

And what did she say, my boy?

LAD:

Well, she thinks you’ve got it all wrong. She says you’re silly to even try, and of course we can’t re-enact it, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen, and that you, sir, are an idiot for trying and that you should have your...

HARRIS:

(Interrupting) Hmmm, yes, that’s enough, I’m sure.

ANDREW:

(Limps back into the conversation) Sorry, sir, he’s just a lad.

HARRIS:

Indeed, yes, but what do you think, Mr Spears? You, if I’m not mistaken, are not just a lad.

ANDREW:

Yes, sir.

HARRIS:

Well, Spears? Do you think we can do it?

ANDREW:

We don’t have the men, sir.

HARRIS:

Is this some union thing? Well, then, have your men, but I want this whole thing erected by tomorrow...and you’d better get some pulleys, (Waves plans) the plans clearly require        pulleys! (Exits)

LAD:

(Starting to run after him) But, he meant the men in white, sir, the ones in the clouds and...

ANDREW:

Don’t worry, my boy, (Looks after Harris) he doesn’t want to...Let’s go and get those pulleys. (Both exit)