Box (with a strange voice) I'm sorry. I didn't realise 'you' were thirsty . . . (accusingly) Another runaway] . . . Oh-oh]
(Mariza is scared.)
What are you doing in a big city like this?
Mariza I - I - I'm looking for my mum.
Box Looking for your mum, eh?
Mariza And my sister, Tania.
Box I have heard all sorts of excuses from you lot . . .
Mariza It's true]
Box Where do you think you'll find your mum and sister then?
(Mariza shrugs, pause.)
Mariza I - I don't know.
Box You're a runaway]
Mariza No . . . I'm not a runaway.
Box Have you seen how many children are living on the streets here?
Mariza I - I've just got here . . .
Box Ah-ha] The street is no place for a little girl.
Mariza I'm only looking for . . .
Box (cutting in) Be warned] If a cop nicks you, he'll send you into an orphanage] Where they beat you all the time] Aren't you scared now?
(Mariza nods. Pause.)
Why don't you go back home?
Mariza Home . . .? Which way's my home?
Box Oh, yes, go on pretending you're lost . . . Dirty clothes, broken shoes . . . There you are. Good advice is lost on urchins like you.
(The box makes an attempt to grab Mariza.)
(Mariza drops her coat and runs off. Marcelo, a street kid, comes out of the box and laughs his head off.)
Marcelo Ha] Ha] Ha] . . . what do I see there? Another kid, newcomer to the city . . . Ha] Ha] Ha] . . . I'll give him a fright too. Ha] Ha] Ha]
(He gets back into the box and exits laughing.)
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