FRANK
: I don’t know. He kind of disappeared for a while. I thought he was dead, actually.
EMMA
: Dead?
FRANK
: Yeah—or missing.
EMMA
: Really?
FRANK
: Yeah—or tortured even.
EMMA
: Tortured? My God!
FRANK
: Maybe.
EMMA
: What kind of research is he involved in where he gets tortured?
FRANK
: I didn’t say he was tortured. I said, I thought he might have been—he could have been.
EMMA
: Well, that’s kinda serious, isn’t it? I mean, tortured—criminy!
FRANK
: He said it was all top secret.
EMMA
: Oh—so that’s why you’re not telling me then.
FRANK
: No, no—I’m telling you as much as he told me, Emma. It’s just that—
EMMA
: You don’t get tortured unless you know something or somebody thinks you know something.
FRANK
: No—yeah, well, he probably wasn’t tortured then.
EMMA
: You were exaggerating.
FRANK
: No! I really don’t know anything about it, Emma. I didn’t want to stick my nose into his business. He just said that the bottom had fallen out and he needed a place to stay. That’s all he told me.
EMMA
: What bottom was he referring to?
FRANK
: See, there you go again.
EMMA
: There I go again, what?
FRANK
: Sticking your nose into his business.
EMMA
: I don’t know this man.
FRANK
: He’s a friend of mine. I told you.
EMMA
: I don’t know anything about him. He could be hiding, as far as I know.
FRANK