Journalist: So tell me, how did we get here? (Journalist skims the dirty walls filled with chipped paint as the sound of the HVAC hums.)

Nina: If I tell you my story, you have to promise to write it exactly as I say. No bullshit!

Journalist: I think I can handle my end. Can you handle giving me all the details without lies, no matter how bad?

Nina: If the money talking… 

Journalist: Who told you this was a paid story?

Nina: You did as soon as you stepped your happy ass through those bars. So can we get to it?

Journalist: I can agree to getting you paid, if you can agree to what I asked you. So is it a deal?

Nina: We got a deal. (Nina smiles as she inhales the last of her Newport.) 

To be continued…