64614:Dialog
I don’t get it.
Bernadette’s posture changes from confident to conflicted. She finally lowers her glass projectile, setting it onto a nearby table. Trigger lowers his hands to his sides, and stares silently. Suddenly, Bernadette doubles over, and laughs out loud and hard. Trigger tilts his head, quizzically taking in her reaction.
And what could possibly be more enticing to me than watching you get marched out of here by the authorities?
Trigger lowers his arms and then holds out his wrists as if waiting for a pair of handcuffs to be slapped on them. Bernadette taps an anxious foot, while her angel and devil debate inside her brain.
I have something important that I must get to. Another time perhaps? Say 5 to 10 years, with good behavior?
It’s the Trigger, ‘case you didn’t catch that. And sure, y’all can call in the posse if’n ya think that’s what you want. But y’all hain’t the least bit wondering why’n I’d risk freedom, and my family-making parts, to meet ya? (Tilts his head in the direction of the over stuffed folder on her desk)
I fail to see how you could be of any assistance to me – especially from behind bars, cowboy.