: Oh, I know it’s all top secret and you’re not allowed to talk about it.
HAYNES
: Talk about what?
EMMA
: Rocky Buttes—all that stuff.
(HAYNES stands again very abruptly, upset.)
HAYNES
: Stop saying that over and over again! Like it’s some kind of code or something!
EMMA
: I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—
HAYNES
:Frank wasn’t even supposed to mention it!
EMMA
: I’m very sorry.
HAYNES
: I wouldn’t even have come out here if I’d known he was going to blab it all over the place!
EMMA
: Blab? He didn’t blab. Frank’s not a blabber.
HAYNES
: He blabbed to you!
EMMA
: I’m his wife!
HAYNES
: It’s still blabbing! A breach of trust!
(HAYNES suddenly gets ahold of himself and stops. Pause. EMMA somewhat shocked by the outburst.)
I’m—sorry.
EMMA
: You must be under a great deal of stress, Mr. Haynes.
HAYNES
: Yes. I’m very sorry. I—I should just go back down in the basement.
EMMA
: There’s no need for that.
HAYNES
: I don’t mean to—something’s—happening to me.
EMMA
: What is it? Would you like me to—
HAYNES
: No!
EMMA
: I could call a doctor.
HAYNES
: No, I’m fine!
EMMA
: Those blue flashes—that’s not normal, Mr. Haynes. I mean, I’ve had static shock before—
HAYNES
: That’s what it is! Static shock! Severe static shock! Why don’t you believe me?
EMMA
: I do believe you.
HAYNES