Start: Chris: Don’t fret, Miss Colleymoo...

The Play That Goes Wrong

Chris Sandra

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Start: Chris: Don’t fret, Miss Colleymoore, my questions will be brief and to the point and then you can get some rest. Firstly, how old are you, Miss Colleymoore?

Sandra: Twenty-one.

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End: Sandra: You diabolical beast. How can you? I won’t stand for this, Inspector. Accuse me again and you’ll be sor--.

(Robert bursts in followed by Max. The doors hits Sandra sharply on the head and she collapses, unconscious.)

For full text, see:
Henry Lewis, Jonathan Sayer & Henry Shields, The Play That Goes Wrong, Bloomsbury Methuen Drama, 2015, pp.25-7.

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