_With an amused look at_ OLIVIA, DAN _holds out his hands.
Without warning,_ BELSIZE _claps a pair of handcuffs over his
wrists,_ DAN _stares at them a moment, then sits on the sofa and
starts to pull at them furiously over his knee. He beats at them
wildly, moaning and crying like an animal. He subsides gradually, looks
at the others and rises._

DAN (_muttering, holding his knee_): Hurt meself....

BELSIZE: That's better.... Better come along quietly....

_He goes up towards the hall._ DAN _follows him, and takes his
hat from the occasional table. As puts it on he catches sight of his
face in the mirror.

(To the others, crisply, during this_) I've a couple of men outside.
I'll send 'em in. See that nothing's disturbed.... Coming, old chap?

DORA: What's 'e doin'?

MRS. TERENCE: He's lookin' at himself in the glass....

_A pause._

DAN (_speaking to the mirror_): This is the real thing, my boy.
Actin'.... That's what she said, wasn't it? She was right, you know ...
I've been playin' up to you, haven't I? I showed you a trick or two,
didn't I?... But this is the real thing. (_Swaying_) Got a
cigarette?... (_Seeing_ OLIVIA) You're not goin' to believe what