goodbye matt.

     She gestures a his face, right at the cut that’s along his brow. She knows he’s hurt in other places and she wonders if there is a time when he’s not, but her attention is immediately drawn to that. 

Karen: What?

Frank: Where are my guns?

Karen: What?

Frank: Where - are - my - guns?

Karen: I, uh, put them away.

[gangs fighting each other]

Frank: *Where*?

Karen: *Why* do you *need* to know?

Frank: I need it!

[Frank rummages through another room in the shack]

Karen: Uh-uh! Don't you think about running off and breaking some dirtbag's kneecaps. We've been planning this dinner for two months!

Frank: Hells Kitchen is in danger!

Karen: My evening's in danger!

Frank: You tell me where my guns are, woman! We are talking about the greater good!