January 1st. 9:30 PM. The club ‘Blue Void.’ Smoke, mirrors, and more smoke. GLASS waits for ELLEN.

 

Gl.

Well I am here where are you

 

Ellen.

‘Sorry I’m late, Glass.’

 

I always see you leave before you enter.

I sniff around doorways for traces of you

 

‘I didn’t know if you’d want to see me.’

 

It’s not about wanting anymore.

I am nothing but action now

 

‘You have to listen to me.’

 

Why this shithole loud bar then.

Why this smoke curling ever upward

 

‘A man is coming to kill you. A good friend.’

 

I would have done it myself if you had asked

 

‘Don’t let him. Kill you, I mean. Just give him what he wants.’

 

You know I’m not brave enough to let another man kill me