: (
still on couch, holding crotch
) She doesn’t know a thing.
EMMA
: What don’t I know?
WELCH
: Well, we’ve got to get her involved, Frank. She can’t be flopping around on the outside of the loop, like a fish outa water. It’s too risky.
EMMA
: What don’t I know!? What don’t I know!? That’s what I want to know!
WELCH
: Let’s get your pal Haynes up here. See what kind of a mood he’s in now. Maybe he’s ready to shed some light on the whole project. What do you say, Emma?
(WELCH punches the buttons on the remote control. HAYNES screams from below.)
EMMA
: Stop doing that! That’s got to be hurting—
WELCH
: Sounds like he might be ready to give us a few clues. (
yelling down to
HAYNES
as he hauls him up with cord
) Come on up here now! Front and center, Mr. “Haynes.”
(A scream from HAYNES as WELCH hauls him to the top of the stairs and into the room. HAYNES comes crashing up, clutching the black cord with both hands. The cord runs directly into the fly of HAYNES’s pants. HAYNES is now in T-shirt, bare feet, and old khaki pants. He wears a black hood on his head. He stands there panting. WELCH rips the hood off. EMMA—off to the side, horrified. FRANK stays standing on couch, staring out at audience and clutching his crotch.)
(holding cord) There we go! Finally, we have arrived! Haven’t we, Haynes? Debriefed, recoded, resurfaced, and good to go!
EMMA
: (
to
WELCH
) Is that attached to his penis? Is that cord actually attached—
WELCH
: Well, we don’t want to give away too many secrets, do we, Emma? These techniques are well guarded—
EMMA
: Because if that is attached to his—thing, then there’s no question that this is torture! This is absolute torture! I don’t care what country we’re in.
WELCH
: (
offering cord to
EMMA
) Would you like to hold him for a little while, Emma?
EMMA
: (
backing away
) No! No, I would
not
like to hold him.
WELCH
: It’s just like holding the leash of a well-behaved dog.
EMMA
: Frank!
WELCH
: Exactly the same.
EMMA