her drunken state–
What’s your problem now?
What’s your main problem?
No problem. I just wanted to
talk, alright? I just want us
to be okay, to really get
along. No big deal.
She cackles, falls flat on her ass,
hoists herself up–
No big deal, huh…
She pulls Morris’ FLASK from her jacket
— his eyes blacken–
Give me that.
No, definitely not. Who are
you? You can’t tell me what
She puts it to her lips–
Please don’t drink that. Give
it to me.
She holds the flask to her lips
defiantly, then goes to drink.
He lashes out suddenly, SMASHES it from
her grip. She SCREAMS wildly, SLAPS him
hard across the face. He stands shocked
a moment, his rage surging within him,
smashing through every safety valve he’s
acquired in his life. He BACKHANDS her
savagely across the jaw.
She hits the ground like a rag doll. He
looks at her curiously, bends over her –