Elena looks at it, then turns to Josef.

ELENA: Sonofabitch.

HAMILTON: Now hold on. Anyone could have put that around his neck and dressed him up in that uniform. Everything you’re saying is circumstantial. (to Lamb) You can’t convict a man over a piece of … jewellery.

Lamb and Elena look at Hamilton.

LAMB: Look, I don’t know what’s what, but you may be out of your depth here, Mr. Barnes. Maybe we should get this gentleman a real lawyer.

ELENA: I thought you were a / lawyer.

*LAMB: He’s a copyright lawyer.

*HAMILTON: Well, yes.

ELENA: What is a copyright lawyer doing here?

HAMILTON: I don’t answer / to you.

LAMB: He had his business card on him.

ELENA: How do you know him?

HAMILTON: I don’t!

ELENA: So he just happened to have your business card?

LAMB: Yeah, we kinda went through this already.

HAMILTON: (to Elena) I don’t like your tone.

ELENA: I don’t care if you do or don’t.

LAMB: So much for the Christmas spirit, then.

ELENA: This isn’t funny!

LAMB: Miss, at this point I ain’t gonna be home with my kids until the new year because of the paperwork this entire effing evening is gonna generate. So trust me when I say, I ain’t laughing.

ELENA: Don’t you realize who you have here?

LAMB: I don’t know anything, actually. There’s no proof of anything / in terms of this man’s identity.

HAMILTON: Exactly!

ELENA: You think this is all, what? A fluke?

HAMILTON: All we know is that he’s an old man who’s –

ELENA: I want to know who he was twenty years ago.

HAMILTON: Does it mean nothing to you that he’s been tortured?

ELENA: Of course. But why do you care so much about a guy you’ve never seen before?

HAMILTON: I’m a lawyer.

ELENA: But you’re not his lawyer.

LAMB: The question’s been bugging me too, Mr. Barnes.

HAMILTON: Look. I appreciate that you’re a nurse-translator-whatever, no offence, but in the short span of time you’ve been here he’s gone from being a victim to a war criminal.

ELENA: Ne vjirujem vim. Ve ste Lavinijanac.[16]

LAMB: What is she saying?

HAMILTON: I’ve no idea.

JOSEF: Talči, kurvetino.[17]

LAMB: Wait, what is he saying?

ELENA: Nothing nice.

HAMILTON: I’m sorry, but you can’t go around accusing someone of being a war criminal! It’s a matter of principle.

ELENA: You’re right.

HAMILTON: Right … Well … There you go.

ELENA: This could just be some guy, who happens to speak Lavinian, who happens to be wearing a general’s uniform, who happens to have the Sužni tattoo, and who happens to be wearing a butcher’s hook. (beat) Wouldn’t want to jump to any conclusions.