ROSS: My name is Dominic- I am a time banker and I work here at
The Royal Bank of Big Ben. Customers commonly refer to me as
Dominic, Sir, Mr, monsieur, (sarcastically) "the time wanker" or
just- Dom (pointing at name tag). And I sit here at booth Number 7
from 9 in the morning till 5 at night serving on average 4
customers a day, handing out at least 3 minutes to every 1 customer
that steps through 1 of the 3 doors we have at this bank. (He
presses a button and over the speakers we hear: "Cashier number 7
please"- like they do at Argos)
CASHIER NUMBER 7 PLEASE
David walks inROSS: Please take a seat sir. How are you doing
today?DAVID: Well the thing is... I'm... (on verge of a breakdown)
I'm... sorry.ROSS: What is this Sir? (illustrating watch)DAVID:
erm... it's a watch.ROSS: It's the time- and I don't have much of
it. So please get a move on. DAVID: Ok. Well the thing is, I'm
dying. The doctors have only given me three weeks to live and I
desperately wanted to say goodbye to my two sisters out in
Australia. I don't think I'll have enough time. I'm begging you-
please, give me an extra week or so. That's all I need. ROSS:
Darling, we are all dying. Just some sooner than others. That's how
the cookie crumbles.
CASHIER NUMBER 7 PLEASE
Aidan walks in (as homeless man)AIDAN: Hello there sir. I just
am after a bit of help really. Well just a bit of time... When I
say time, I mean with people, you see. Do you offer interest?ROSS:
I tell you what I'll give you. Here is one minute to get you and
that disgusting smell away from my breathing space. Good day.
CASHIER NUMBER 7 PLEASE
Jess walks slowly- elderly across the stage. Sick of waiting,
Ross picks up both chairs and walks towards her before sitting the
chairs where she stands, pushing Jess onto the seat.ROSS: Hello
there madam. Unfortunately I can't give either of us back that ten
seconds you have just wasted but what can I do for you today?JESS:
I have two children. From my former husband. He passed away at
Christmas. I am now with a younger man. He treats me well BUT
*there's a catch*. He wants children. And my ovaries.. well they
can't fight on for much longer you see...ROSS: (giggles before
pressing his buzzer)
CASHIER NUMBER 7 PLEASE
Connor walks in (as puppet master- as if there's some
rivalry/tension between the two)ROSS: Oh, it's you. I did wonder
when you would come knocking.CONNOR: You can't save anyone. Handing
out time like it's yours to give. Who was the last person you
actually gave time to?ROSS: Well certainly not you.CONNOR: You said
it yourself once before. ROSS: I said what?CONNOR: Time can't be
spent.ROSS: It can only be squandered. That was you. You had
control of me. From all that I saw,and everywhere I wandered, I
learned that time cannot be spent, It only can be squandered.
