: Busting? I wouldn’t exactly call this busting. The door was open—
EMMA
: The door was open because this is Wisconsin and we all leave our doors open in Wisconsin! It’s the open-door policy.
WELCH
: Well, that’s a charming custom.
EMMA
: It’s not a custom, it’s a trust. Now, get out!
(WELCH smiles and heads toward basement stairs.)
EMMA
: Where are you going now?
WELCH
: This issue about the basement still bothers me.
EMMA
: What issue? There’s no issue. Stay away from my basement!
WELCH
: Whether or not it can officially be called a room.
EMMA
: Officially?
WELCH
: I suppose, technically speaking, it could only be called a room if someone were actually living down there. Isn’t that right? A room is where someone lives. Otherwise it’s just a space. An empty space.
EMMA
: There’s no one living down there. I told you that.
WELCH
: I know you told me that, Emma, but we have other information.
EMMA
: What information? Who’s “we”?
WELCH
: Highly classified information. Now, I suppose we could resort to high-priority tactics if we were forced to, but I’d rather not go down that road if we can possibly avoid it.
EMMA
: What kind of tactics are those?
WELCH
: Flushing tactics.
EMMA
: Flushing?
WELCH
: For flushing out fugitives.
EMMA
: He’s not a fugitive!
WELCH
: Aah! So there is someone living down there, isn’t there, Emma?
EMMA
: No!
WELCH
: No?
EMMA
: He’s not a fugitive. He’s a friend of my husband’s. And he’s not even down there anymore. He was here for a day and then he left.
WELCH
: Where did he go?
EMMA