Street theatre 2

Script 2: the Banker and a member of the Public

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Banker

Trust me, I’m a banker! The NHS is safe in our hands!

Public

Where’s our hospital gone?

Banker

It’s gone to a better place.

Public

You mean it’s dead?

Banker

No, no, no. It’s gone to Norwich or Cambridge or Peterborough. Much better for making money than King’s Lynn.

Public

But we need a hospital here!

Banker

Oh no you don’t!

Public

Oh yes we do!

Banker

Oh no you don’t!

Public

Oh yes we do!

Banker

Stop being silly. We can’t afford a hospital here.

Public

We can’t afford to go forty miles for care or forty miles to visit the sick. Do you realise how much that will cost?

Banker

 Let me see … No, there’s nothing in our accounts, so it costs our shareholders nothing!

Public

But its our NHS, not your shareholders'!

Banker

That was before the government sold you out and sold us the the work. It’s ‘ching, ching, ching’ all the way to the bank.

Public

And touch and go all the way to hospital!

 

SONG

(to the tune of 'Daisy! Daisy!)

There is a hospital in my heart,

King’s Lynn, King’s Lynn.

The bureaucrats have ripped it apart,

And taken us far away.

If you need treatment, who will know,

No-one on board can say,

The paramedics all had to go –

Or half of them anyway.

 

Ambulances aren’t what they used to be;

Paramedics work independently.

They might be there with another,

Or they might be here with you,

But they look sweet

On a balance sheet

When the service is cut in two.