ROSIE: I know. Isn’t that something. A Backdoor Man! We have such a disregard for crime out here. We leave doors open. Keys in the car. It’s disgusting. It’s a wonder we’re not all raped and murdered.

KELLY: He says he knows you.

ROSIE: Oh. He does? (To VINNIE.) I’m sorry. Mr—Webb, was it?

VINNIE: Yes.

They shake hands. VINNIE is reluctant to let her hand go.

ROSIE: From—Cucamonga?

VINNIE: That’s right.

ROSIE: That’s amazing. My husband’s from Cucamonga. Originally. In the beginning.

VINNIE: Yes. I know.

ROSIE: This isn’t about my husband, is it?

VINNIE: No.

ROSIE: He hasn’t done something?

VINNIE: Not that I know of.

ROSIE: That’s a relief. You never know these days. Even the most intimate relationships are full of surprises. I’m from Glendora, myself. You know Glendora?

VINNIE: Yes. I walk there every day.

ROSIE: You do?

VINNIE: When I’m there.

ROSIE: Oh, that makes me so homesick! You have no idea. Just the sound of it—“Glendora”. Like a Spanish woman’s hair or something! Grapefruit trees! Orange blossoms on the wind! The snow-capped San Gabriels! I suppose it’s changed though. Over the years.

VINNIE: Yes. It has.

ROSIE: Lost its splendor.

VINNIE: Yes.

ROSIE: Oh, would you—Kelly, did you offer Mr Webb a drink?

KELLY: No, mam. I was—

ROSIE (to VINNIE): What would you like? Coffee? Coca-Cola? Iced tea?

VINNIE: Bourbon please.

ROSIE: Ah, good choice. I like an early jump-start myself. What kind?

VINNIE: Black Bush.

ROSIE: I’m not sure we have that particular one in stock, do we Kelly?

KELLY: Mam—

ROSIE: What is it, Kelly?

KELLY: This man says—he knows you.

ROSIE: Yes, I know that. You already told me that. We’re repeating ourselves, aren’t we, Kelly?

KELLY: He says he—

ROSIE: Would you please go see if we have any of that—(To VINNIE.) What was the name, Mr Webb?

VINNIE: Black Bush. Irish.

ROSIE: That’s it. “Black Bush”. Those Irish have a way with words, don’t they? Go see if we have that, Kelly.

KELLY: Mam. He says he’s your husband.

ROSIE: Go find the Black Bush, Kelly! Do it, now!

Pause. KELLY exits. ROSIE watches her. rosie turns to VINNIE. They stare at each other. Pause.

ROSIE: Would you like me to take your coat and uh—your package?

VINNIE: No thanks.

ROSIE: If you’re wearing a sidearm under there it doesn’t matter. We’ve seen that before around here. Kelly’s seen it. It’s old hat.

VINNIE: I’m not.

ROSIE: So, you haven’t come to do me in then? Splatter my brains all over the carpet in a fit of jealous rage? (Pause.) You’re a long way from home, Vinnie.

VINNIE: Yeah. I am.