finally, we start to relax a bit, looking at what we’ve done. exhausted, spent, i mean, this man is not moving, may never move again and we know it’s time to leave, believe this, guy in the corner, sleeps through it all?! (BEAT) before we go, tim leans into it one more time, takes a little run at it, smashing his foot against the bridge of this man’s nose and i see it give way. just pick up and move to the other side of his face. wow. and then it’s silence, not a sound, and for the first time, we look over at dave. tim and me. i mean, really look at him. us together, tim, myself, that’s one thing, it’s unspoken, our bond, but we don’t know david. don’t really know him…what’s he thinking? and right then, as if to answer us through revelation …he grabs up the nearest trash can, big wire mesh thing, raises it above his head as he whispers, “fag.” i’ll never forget that…“fag.” that’s all. and brings that can down right on the spine of the guy, who just sort of shudders a bit, expelling some air. boom! right on his back, as i’m leaning down, pulling that ring off his pinkie. (BEAT) i told you i noticed it…
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then, and i still can’t even believe this, then tim does the most amazing thing, this’ll go down, the record books, there, with the three of us over this guy’s body, he starts offering up a short eulogy, i mean, i’m getting delirious, this is, like, almost surreal…and halfway through, tim’s praying along, we all start giggling, like schoolboys, we’re howling, tears running down, can’t catch our breath we find it all so funny! and that’s how we leave him… (BEAT) slip out, one by one, running back toward the plaza in the dark and whooping it up like indians, war cries, and running with just a trace of moonlight dancing off the pond as we go…
SUE
the phone woke me up…
JOHN
we called the room from the street, wanted to take the girls out to breakfast, say they’ll be down in fifteen minutes…
pause.
we waited outside.
SUE
i got the other girls up…took a minute, but i got them up. i felt really refreshed…
pause.
…i did.
JOHN
dave’s walking around on the curb, talking to himself, and tim pulls me aside, asks me, wants to know one thing. “what?” i say. wants to know why i touched the guy. let him kiss me. see, he’d seen it happen, glanced inside, and seen it. (BEAT) but i didn’t know, didn’t have an answer, isn’t that strange?
SUE
it was so quiet in the lobby as we were leaving, i started tip-toeing out. isn’t that funny?
JOHN