know too, if I win.
LILA: When you win.
LALCHAND: From your mouth to the Kingâs ears, eh?
LILA throws some matches to LALCHAND. LALCHAND strikes a match.
LILA: Thereâs a poster in the market. Theyâve announced the other competitors.
LALCHANDâs interested and forgets about the lit match.
LALCHAND: Who do I have to beat this year?
LILA: The usual lot. The greatest firework-makers in the world.
LALCHAND: Who are the favourites?
LILA: Herr Puffenflasch, of course.
LALCHAND: The King likes him. Ouch!
The match burns LALCHANDâs fingers.
LILA: The King loves him, but he canât win three years in a row.
LALCHAND lights another match, sets it to the fuse and steps back.
LILA: And thereâs an American - Colonel Sam Sparkington. No one knows anything about him.
LALCHAND: You know what the Americans are like, they never go anywhere unless theyâre sure theyâre going to win.
(re. firework.)
Did you put anything else in this?
LILA: A little scorpion oil.
LALCHAND: One drop or two?
LILA: A teaspoon.
LALCHAND: ( Horrified .) A teaspoon!?
The firework explodes. LALCHAND and LILA have all but had the clothes blown off them.
LILA: Thatâs too much, isnât it.
LALCHAND: You couldâve blown up the whole city! You donât know enough to use those ingredients.
LILA: If you made me your apprentice Iâd learn about things like that.
LALCHAND: So itâs my fault you nearly killed us, is it? Youâre such an ignorant girl!
LILA: I know about most things.
LALCHAND: What are the ingredients of fly-away powder?
LALCHAND waves his hand and creates a shower of sparks in the air.
LILA: I donât know that.
LALCHAND: Where do you find thunder-grains?
LALCHAND throws a thunder-grain at LILAâs feet. It makes a loud bang. LILA jumps.
LILA: Or that.
LALCHAND: Thereâs no limit to the things you donât know.
LILA: I know about the secret!
LALCHAND: What?
LILA: I know about the secret. The secret all Firework-Makerâs have to know.
LALCHAND: What is it?
LILA: I donât know what it is. I just know there is one.
LALCHAND: Thatâs different. Letâs get this Tumbling Demon in a bucket of water.
LILA: Arenât you going to tell me what it is?
LALCHAND: No.
LILA: Why not?
LALCHAND: Itâs a secret.
LILA: Father? Please? Help me. How else will I become a Firework-Maker?
LALCHAND: Donât be silly, Lila.
LILA: Iâm almost grown...
LALCHAND: And look at the state of you. Thank God your motherâs dead. Sheâd die all over again if she saw you today. I should have sent you to my sister Jembavati. A dancer, thatâs the job for you.
LILA: I donât like dancing. I like fireworks.
LALCHAND: We all like them. Itâs not just big bangs and colours in the sky. Itâs a divine profession. You treat it like a cook mixing cakes.
LILA: Cooks donât blow up cities. Iâm ready.
LALCHAND: You arenât.
LILA: Help me.
LALCHAND: No, Lila.
LILAâs about to protest more. LALCHAND cuts her off.
LALCHAND: No! Youâll never be ready! Listen to what I say - you arenât going to be a Firework-Maker.
LILA: What?
LALCHAND: Hair like a pit of vipers, fingers all stained and burned... I canât remember the last time you had any eyebrows. How am I going to find you a husband looking like that?
LILA: ( Horrified .) A husband ?
LALCHAND: Of course! You canât stay in my workshop for ever. Youâve got to get married.
LALCHAND and LILA stare at each other.
LILA: You want that ? For me ?
2 - A MARKET
A busy market with stalls, rickshaws, frog and cricket traders, snake charmers, beggars on trolleys, etc. pushes onto the stage around LALCHAND and LILA. LILAâs in shock.
A huge White Elephant, Hamlet, appears in the market, with a boy, CHULAK, on his back. HAMLET creeps up on LILA, but she turns around before he can tap her on the shoulder. CHULAK and HAMLET are