LIZA
You just give it to me. I tell you it's doing you no good. I know all about them mascots. Give it me.
JOHN
Well, I'll give it you. You're the first woman that's been kind to me since ... I'm on my beam ends.
[Face in hands—tears.]
LIZA
There, there. I'm going to smash it, I am. These mascots! One's better without 'em. Your luck'll turn, never fear. And you've a nice supper coming.
[She puts it in a corner of the mantelpiece and hammers it. It smashes.
The photographs of the four children change slightly. The Colonel gives place to Aunt Martha. The green sofa turns red. JOHN's clothes become neat and tidy. The hammer in LIZA's hand turns to a feather duster. Nothing else changes.]
A VOICE [off, in agony]