Background: A women is sat at a table with 2 police officers watching her from across the table. She is clearly nervous and is playing with her hands which lay calmly on the table. It is dark which stresses the paleness of the woman's face, she cannot make eye contact, she is deep in thought.
Monologue:
I know how it seems, (pause) you have to trust me though! I have never, ever touched drugs! Never! It is not something I would do?! (Looks at door, then back at hands) I don't know why the dog was interested in me, honestly. I am a moral woman who holds strong beliefs. A moral woman! Maybe I have touched something with drugs on? That explains it, that must be it! Right? (Silence. The woman stares at the police men, then slides down her chair) Please, I'm meant to be visiting my children, they've lived in Australia for almost 2 years. and I haven't seen them once! I live on my own, this is my only chance to talk to someone I really love! (The police look at each other and then write something down. The woman looks weary and fidgety, she sighs) Ok, Ok! My boyfriend, he takes recreational drugs, sometimes, rarely. Maybe I picked it up from our home, that works, please! Maybe he took it and had it on his hands and touched something in our home this morning, meaning I picked it up? Please let me see my child, I haven't seen him in about a year, my own son! Don't do this to me. (Woman bites at her fingernails and stares at door, he looks empty, plate and worried, almost suspicious. The woman talks, quietly) Why would I take drugs to an airport? (Sits up straight on chair and looks directly between the 2 police and talks in a medium tone) My sons, they love me so much. The day they were born was the best day of my life. They love me so much, they need me! They need their mother! Why would you deny them the pleasure of seeing their own Mum? Good luck with handling that on your conscious.
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