Alan Strang:
It's gentle Equus. Meek and mild. At least, till the field.
Martin Dysart:
What field?
Alan Strang:
Ha, ha!
Martin Dysart:
What?
Alan Strang:
The field of Ha, ha! Then, there's trouble!
Martin Dysart:
What kind?
Alan Strang:
He won't go in!
Martin Dysart:
Make him go into it. Is it a good field?
Alan Strang:
It's perfect. Full of rubbish. Electrical and kitchen ware. It's covered with metals - upon your feet.
Martin Dysart:
Take your shoes off?
Alan Strang:
Everything.
Martin Dysart:
All your clothes?
Alan Strang:
Yes.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:25