[Del, Rodney, and Cassandra have arrived in Spain.]
Hang on a minute, just before you go and check in - this prize ain't quite as straightforward as it seems.
Cassandra
Well he did win, didn't he?
[Rodney is staring, distracted, at all the other winners]
Oh yes, yes, he won and all that, and it's all pukka and above board, and we're here...
Cassandra
So what's the problem?
That's strange, you know.
Cassandra
What?
Well, I noticed it on the plane, but it didn't sort of register. They're all mums and dads - they've all got their kids with them.
Cassandra
What's strange about that?
Well, except for me, right, all the winners are parents.
No, it's not the parents that are the winners, Rodney... It's the kids.
Cassandra
What do you mean?
Well Rodney's painting won first prize... in an under 15 year old category.
Cassandra
So they think Rodney's 15?!
No. They think you're 14.
14? (to Cassandra) They think I'm 14!!!
[Cassandra dissolves into giggles.]
Why didn't you tell me this back in England?
Well I thought it might cast a little cloud over the holiday. Look, Rodney, I sent your painting off in good faith. I didn't know there were lots of categories, but you're the one who wrote on it, "Rodney Trotter, aged 14 1/2", so the organisers must have put you in the kids category. So it's your fault, that you wrote on it.
But how was I to know that in 12 years' time, you were going to enter it into a cornflake competition?
Well how was I supposed to know that you'd win? Come on Rodney, it doesn't matter, you're going to waltz through it!
Waltz through it?! How the hell am I gonna pass for 14?!
[Cassandra is beside herself with laughter.]
(icily) Will you stop doing that, Cassandra?
Cassandra
(calming down) Sorry.
[This sets Cassandra off into an even bigger fit of laughter.]
(to Del) This is your fault. I am going to break your bloody neck!
You see this girl here. I worked with her years ago when I was in show business. She was just a kid then! Look at her now, she's about to appear in the new James Bond film!
Cassandra
Ooh Pierce Brosnan.
Now you don't need Pierce Brosnan dear, you've got me.
Cassandra
Yes, haven't I just?
Well, I tell you what, Raquel. If she can be in a James Bond film, so could you.
I'm serious. I mean, look at her, she's a dog.
His name was Freddie Robdal. He was a mate of my dad's. My mum was having a rough time with the old man. He was very handy, if you know what I mean, with women. Not much cop when it came to men, but a hard nut with women and kids. Anyway, one day, my dad brought Freddie home, and him and my mum got on like a house on fire. They had the same taste in music and... well, everything.
Cassandra
And what was he, this Freddie Robdal?
He was a gentleman safe-cracker. They called him "The Raffles of Peckham". People have mentioned him before and we sounded similar. He was a connoisseur of fine wines, a gourmet, a real snappy dresser, and big-time charmer.
Cassandra
So, how are you similar?
We're about the same height.