MISS
Gordon. Gordon Brown.
(GORDON trudges forwards, sobbing)
GORDON
Yes Miss?
MISS
Why are you blubbing again, Brown?
GORDON
M-M-Milk Monitor, M-m-miss
MISS
Don't stutter Brown. You already have a lazy eye.
GORDON
They d-d-don't like me, Miss.
MISS
Photographers?
GORDON
No. The other children.
MISS
Well why did they make you milk monitor then?
GORDON
No; I wasn't elected, Miss.
MISS
What?
GORDON
I was just there to count the bottle tops, but then I saw the opportunity
MISS
With that singular working eye...
GORDON
And now the bottom's fallen out of the milk market, I can't get any milk and the other kids hate me.
MISS
Well we can't have that, can we Brown?
GORDON
No, Miss.
MISS
You know what you're going to have to do?
GORDON
No, Miss.
MISS
You're going to have to bugger off
GORDON
W-w-what?
MISS
The people have lost faith, Gordon. F**k off.
GORDON
Yes, Miss.
MISS
If you can't get any milk, you're no good to them, Brown.
GORDON
No Mrs. Thatcher.
BEAT
MISS
I have milk though Brown. Have you thought about that? Perhaps you'd like to milk me?
GORDON
I can't; the metallic tang…
MISS
(drawing Gordon's head in) Give in to it, Brown. You can depend on me. Yes. Depend on me.