Title: Untitled Interrogation Scene Epigraph: “The world is my representation.” – Arthur Schopenhauer Characters: DAVID – A burly, stoic detective SIMON – A young man, barely in his twenties, wearing a blood-splattered white T-shirt Setting: A grimy interrogation room. Harsh fluorescent lighting. Concrete walls. A metal table and two chairs. (DAVID stands over SIMON, who sits, eyes locked on the wall. The silence is heavy.) DAVID Do you feel a need to say something at this moment? You have every right not to. I’m not your lawyer nor do I have your interests particularly in mind. Hell, honestly I want to throw you in. Get it over with, it’s honestly that easy for me. (SIMON remains silent. DAVID exhales, annoyed.) DAVID sighs I can hold out just as long as you do. But… no matter how long you stay here, her blood splatter won’t drain itself from the cotton in your shirt, Simon. In a sense, Señor Simon. Regardless of every single action you take, legal or otherwise—you will end up in cuffs, you will end up in the sweaty cot. Even if it isn’t me taking the time to do it. You won’t be able to see her again. That honestly might’ve been the plan, right? Insecurity. It’s embarrassing, Simon, really. That’s no good to put us both in this position. (SIMON snaps out of his daze, locking eyes with DAVID for the first time.) SIMON F-Fuck y— DAVID Fuck me, Simon, right? (SIMONs eyes scream and bulge) SIMON L-L-Look I-i ow fu-fucked— DAVID Simon. I feel as if what you did was brave. The problem is that now… it feels as if you are holding back. To me that makes no sense. (SIMON is shivering in complete horror, seeming to be unable to calm himself down.) SIMON B-bravery? HOW!? HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT? (DAVID smacks lip and chews on cheek) DAVID Alright, cool it. You’re acting as if I did that damn thing. Look, Simon— (Lights seem to twitch and dim at SIMONs emotional outbursts.) DAVID I just want to help. I just want to have you by my side and for you to have me by your side. Simon. See, there is no other alternative. There is nothing else to do besides freeing yourself from this burden. Look at you Simon. You’re hurting, really it’s pitiful. (SIMON twitching lessens as blind hot rage seems to keep him silent, he glares at DAVID) DAVID Well. It seems you’re developing quite the attitude, SImon, (SIMON seemed to flinch at DAVIDs frequent use of his name.) SIMON C-Can you sto- DAVID No, but look Simon. If we are to move forward and to- (DAVID checks his watch and clicks his tongue in frustration) DAVID It’s been 5 hours. Honestly i’ve done worse young Simon. You’re merely an amateur (DAVID lets out a belly laugh in mockery)