[Rustling at the coffee table a little bit. The old man finds his Chesterfields. The box only has about three more. It won't last him the night.]
What do you want me to do?
[How did Freddy think that it would be? It's not a threat or even a spiteful outburst. Another question. He lights his cigarette and looks out to the City lights outside their sliding glass door. Not long before he turns.
Who is doing what wrong? The old man's fumbling for better words.]
no subject
What do you want me to do?
[How did Freddy think that it would be? It's not a threat or even a spiteful outburst. Another question. He lights his cigarette and looks out to the City lights outside their sliding glass door. Not long before he turns.
Who is doing what wrong? The old man's fumbling for better words.]