Dennis: ....

Barbra: Dennis?

Dennis: Yes ma'am?

Barbra: Hey, it's been a while, how are you feeling?

Dennis: A lot better, I just got back from a vacation.

Barbra: A vacation...in the fall?

Dennis: Yeah, uhh, would you believe me if I said it was spur of the moment? Friend of mine was about to leave and he asked me to tag along. Cuba. Had more than a few good times there.

Barbra: That's really pleasing to hear Dennis. Say, there was talk about some factory getting ransacked..some loons in masks killed everyone inside. At least that's what the news story reported. Did you hear anything about that?

Dennis: Nah, I uh...was tasting some of the Cuban cuisine if you uh..catch my drift.

Barbra: I...don't.

Dennis: Well long story short a lot of alcohol, drugs, and some strip club fun.

Barbra: I told you to lay off the alcohol.

Dennis: It was a spontaneous thing, I'm not an addict.

Barbra: I also told you to go back to college...you went back for two weeks and left again?

Dennis: Issues among friends.

Barbra: .....

Dennis: Why are you looking at me like that?

Barbra: Cut the shit, liar.

Dennis: Excuse me??

Barbra: You know exactly what happened, don't you? You've lied to my face since day one.

Dennis: Say that were true, what evidence do you have on me?

Barbra: You said your mother had this pink paper? Last week I got a pink paper asking to sign up for this 50 Blessings...pro American, and seemingly against Russians...that was it, wasn't it?

Dennis: Let me get this straight..., you think I signed up for 50 Blessings, put on a mask, and kill Russians in my free time? Not only that I slaughtered mobsters in some clothing factory? Look at what you're saying, that's insane.

Barbra: Maybe it is insane...at least it would be if I didn't look 50 Blessings up and found your little group online.

Dennis: ...

Barbra: You, Keenan, and Mitis all went and bragged about it. On a semi-public forum no less. You think no one caught wind of it?

[the click of a switchblade unsheathing is heard]

Barbra: Put that away. What are you going to do? Kill me like you killed some lowlifes? Think about where you are sweetheart, I scream and the entire facility will be on top of you. Even if you escape this is all recorded and filmed. You won't get away with it.

Dennis: I've gotten away with so much worse.

Barbra: You'd put your friends' safety in jeopardy for one kill? Put. it. away.

[a moment of silence, before another click is heard]

Dennis: What do you want?

Barbra: I could have the police called, have them take you out of here and make you talk. I could release this to the public and get everyone you know and love shot and put into the ground...

Dennis: Say what it is that you want already. If this is blackmail you're not giving me anything to work with.

Barbra: Answers, and I want the truth this time. Trust me, I'll know if you're lying again.

Dennis: Talk.

Barbra: Why? Why are you following in your mother's footsteps? You seen where it led her and that's what you want?

Dennis: I'd throw my life away if it meant making the America she loved come back to life again.

Barbra: To do that you chose the most violent way? Is that why you came here? To numb your guilt with drugs?

Dennis: It pays the bills, and gave me people I'd call my friends. It's the best choice I've ever made.

Barbra: You're a sick, disgusting monster. You deserve to hang for what you've done in Miami alone.

Dennis: ..and I would accept that with open arms.

Barbra: ...

Dennis: Please. Don't hurt them. I don't care what you do to me. I don't care if I'm dead tomorrow, just don't release this publicly. I don't want my friends to get hurt.

[a phone is heard going off of the receiver, a crash on the table is heard followed by loud sobbing]

Dennis: Please..please...please!! They deserved so much better, but they helped me open up..I haven't cared for anyone since my parents died, so please don't hurt them...I'm begging you..please...

[more sobbing is heard, the phone returns to its receiver]

Barbra: .......I'm going to hate myself for asking this..but I need a job done...you do it, and I will not expose you or your friends.

Dennis: Anything..anything..

Barbra: My daughter has been getting weed off of some crooks downtown. I want them, and whoever is supplying them dead, and I want it on the news just so I know you followed orders.

Dennis: You've got it, they'll hang from a bridge. Every single one of them.