(Characters: Carmen, Frank
Setting: Corner office, 5th floor, Ministry of Interior building, Plaza de Tijeras. 2:00 p.m.)
Carmen: I’m guessing.
Frank: Go ahead.
Carmen: There.
Frank: And.
Carmen: Been there a while.
Frank: Venture a guess.
Carmen: An hour hour and a half.
Frank: Three hours fifteen minutes if you can believe it.
Carmen: Jesus.
Frank: It gets better.
Carmen: You’re not.
Frank: Yes I am cleaned out the originals paperclips cat whiskers and all.
Carmen: The decoys.
Frank: Didn’t touch them doesn’t even appear to have given them a sniff.
Carmen: We couldn’t look worse.
Frank: That’s the funniest thing.
Carmen: He’s been in contact.
Frank: Not a peep.
Carmen: Then what’s he want.
Frank: There are theories swinging so fast it’s in one ear and out the other but.
Carmen: None you’re especially keen on.
Frank: They’re all a little too fancy.
Carmen: Fancy.
Frank: Fancy exactly too convoluted full of wishful thinking.
Carmen: Where’s that leave us.
Frank: Fucked in the public square I’m afraid.
Carmen: You’ve got that look.
Frank: Just thinking.
Carmen: That’s what I mean care to do some of it aloud.
Frank: Oh it’s just a feeling.
Carmen: Good enough to go.
Frank: He’s waiting for some double cross.
Carmen: You’ve lost me.
Frank: He’s holding on to something that somebody else wants.
Carmen: And even if they can’t wait forever.
Frank: We can we will.