Scene 5

The fierce, thin man. The motel room. The only light on is from the bathroom, where the audience can not see. A large hunting knife, pack of cigarettes, and a wad of bills sits on the bed.

Man : Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The shound of glass shattering. The phone rings several times. The man storms out, naked, and answers the phone.

Man : What?

He hangs up.

Man : Stupid fucking -.

Woman : Baby?

The man lights a cigarette, sits on the edge of the bed and tosses the knife in the air until it hits the ground blade first. Once the game is accomplished he picks up the wad of money and shuffles through it.

Man : Forget it.